"No."

Mi Zhu was excited. It's a joy, a status uplift. A kind of pride that is always a slave and turns over once arises.

At this moment, Mi's. It will leap from a merchant home to become a family of eunuchs.

Moreover, because of the Mi family's strong financial resources. Once the storm changes, it will rise in an instant. When you meet a nobleman, you will grow rapidly.

"Whew."

Mi Zhu's arrival relieved the pressure on Lao Sun. Let the capital go to work all of a sudden, and it's a lot faster.

"Someone."

"Childe."

The maid and the little lotus entered, and the small steps along the way. Footsteps, fast and light. Standing in front of Ying Fei, there was a sense of pretty.

Ying Fei raised her head, glanced at Xiaohe, smiled slightly, and said.

"Prepare a roll of cloth."

"No."

Xiaohe turned away, fourteen or fifteen-year-old body. There is an air of youth, the body is well developed, and ********, the two small lotus flowers on the chest show sharp corners.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

The corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a smile.

Ying Fei stood up, picked up the inkstone and gently sharpened it. It's not fast, it's not slow, everything is just like a spring breeze.

"Childe, you're ready."

After a few moments, the little lotus came with a cloth and placed it on the table.

Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she said, "Go down."

"No."

After Xiaohe stepped back, Ying Fei stared at the white cloth with a complicated expression. This time, what he wanted to do was beneficial at the time, and the legacy was endless.

His expression was solemn and a little hesitant. Ying Fei didn't know whether she should or shouldn't do this. This matter, with far-reaching implications, is definitely not a trivial matter.

"Smack."

slammed into the table, and Ying Fei's eyes shot a shocking edge. A wave of self-confidence rose to the sky, the edge was exposed, and he snorted, saying.

"It's a big deal, after the momentum is achieved, raise troops to destroy it."

He muttered, and his expression became determined. Spread out the map and check it carefully.

This is the best efforts of the Black Ice Terrace, which took three months to make. It clearly records the traces of the 36 countries of the Western Regions. A country, a city, and every important pass are clearly recorded.

The wolf dipped in ink.

Ying Fei's eyes froze, and she wrote down the word Dunhuang. Compare the map and make them one by one.

"Xiao Zhan."

"My lord."

Put down the pen and wait for the ink to dry. Ying Fei Xing raised his eyes and shouted. He is a doer, and if he thinks of it, he will do it.

Glancing at Xiao Zhan, who pushed the door in, he glanced at the white cloth, and said, "Inform the military advisor Guo Jia, Lord Bo Mizhu, to come to the capital to protect the mansion."

"No."

Xiao Zhan left in response, leaving Ying Fei alone to think. Most of the capital protectorates, and there are too few civil officials. Especially after the release of Yan Xiang, only Mi Zhu was left.

Wu Shengwen mourns.

This is extremely unhealthy. At the beginning, the Great Qin Empire was so powerful that no one in the world could match it for eternity, and the second emperor died. The Song Dynasty suppressed the military with literature, so it had to favor one side.

Throughout thousands of years of history, the way of civil and military affairs lies in balance. Therefore, at this moment, the Dadu Protectorate is on the verge of danger.

Whether it breaks out or not, it depends on how Ying Fei responds.

The end of the year is approaching, and the mighty Yellow Turban Uprising is getting closer and closer. In the seventh year of Guanghe, in February, Zhang Dashen will be in Julu City, ascending and shouting.

He shouted in Julu City: "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand." The year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious. "After the Eastern Han Dynasty was revealed, decades of troubled times.

Human life is as cheap as a dog, and the Han people in the Central Plains have lost six-tenths of their staff. Of the 60 million population, there are less than 10 million left.

The next time will be a war song of death and iron-blooded entanglement, an unyielding epic.

At this time, it was the sixth year of light and the sixth year, October. It was only a little more than four months before the outbreak of the Great Uprising. There is not much time left for Ying Fei, and Dunhuang is poor, which makes Ying Fei congenitally insufficient.

If it wants to take the lead everywhere, it is necessary to ensure the stability of the rear and sufficient money and food, and all this can only rely on it.

"I've seen Daduhu."

Mi Zhu and Guo Jia came one after another, arched their hands towards Ying Fei, and stood separately.

Mi Zhu's body has a strong businessman's breath and his eyesight is full of strength. For your own position, it is placed just right. This time, he didn't call himself a good brother.

He knew that from this moment on, he was the minister of Dunhuang.

There is a difference between the monarch and the minister, and the master and the slave are subordinate.

Although Mi Zhu came from an ordinary background, he also read the Analects. Four hundred years of thinking, the king is the king, the minister is the minister, and it must not be surpassed. In between, there are large ravines.

"Sit."

Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she waved her hand at the two of them. The two sat down when they heard this, and they both stared at Ying Fei.

Guo Jia's eyes moved, knowing that something big must happen. After getting along for a long time, he knows Ying Fei very well. In general, it will never be called. Once it happens, it means that the matter is extremely important.

"My lord, please say something."

Guo Jia gave up his hand and gave Ying Fei a step. Ying Fei spread out the white cloth, and the two routes, all of a sudden, appeared clearly in front of the two of them.

"This is the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions."

Ying Fei's eyes flashed, pointed to the mark, and said. Guo Jia and the others looked solemn and were thinking about their meaning.

Hahaha, Ying Fei pointed to the outlined route and said, "Two look."

"These are two routes, which have appeared since the time of Emperor Wu. This is the main road of Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions, starting from Chang'an. ”

"All the way to the west, through the Hexi Corridor, to the westernmost Dunhuang County. From Dunhuang County, it is divided into two roads, north and south. ”

"The South Road runs from Dunhuang through Loulan, Khotan, and Shache, crosses the Green Ridge to Dayueshi and rests, and goes west to Tiaozhi and Daqin."

"The north road goes from Dunhuang to Jiaohe, Qiuci, Shule, crosses the green mountains to Dawan, and goes west to Daqin through Anxi."

Glancing at the two of them, Ying Fei's fingers followed the route, smiled, and said, "Both roads go westward, and they all go the same way, and finally Daqin."

"This is a lifeline, once it is re-penetrated, the intelligence of the countries of the Western Regions will be in my hands. And the Central Plains is rich in silk, jade, porcelain, etc. ”

"Once this road is clear, you can exchange it for good horses, real gold, silver. It can ensure the prosperity of Dunhuang County. ”

As soon as the tone stopped, Ying Feixing's eyes flashed, staring at Guo Jia and the others, and said, "This official wants to restart this road to trade with Jia." I don't know what filial piety is, what is Zizhongruo? ”

"Sss

The words scared the two of them a lot. Ying Fei's ambitions are not small, and her plans are huge. Guo Jia's expression changed, and he was extremely dignified.

Through Ying Fei's elaboration, he immediately understood the benefits of opening up this road. Once this road is restarted, Dunhuang County can get rid of the constraints of the Han court.

Soldiers, horses, grain and grass can be self-supplied.

His eyes flashed, and he took a deep look at Ying Fei and Guo Jia, and said, "This is very good, and I think it's okay."

The Han Dynasty has been peaceful for too long. The government is corrupted, and it has reached the point where there is no cure. Through Ying Fei's words, Guo Jia's heart shrank.

Ying Fei is gathering momentum, once his wings are full, he will definitely launch a sharp blow, breaking the earth.