The more emphasis is placed on the era, the more the world lacks something. Loyalty is admired because it is not always available. People respect morality because of the immorality that runs rampant.

Yanbei does not respect morality, nor can he respect loyalty, he admires talent...... Because the monarch has always felt that he is too short of talent.

In the past, the Yan clan was just a grass platform team in the north, and respect and humility were not very important, but now it is different, to be an example in the world, you must first have the concept of respect and inferiority, so that Yan Huan can't call him yes, Yan Xi doesn't dare to call him Ah Weng, they all have to call the cold and boring name - father.

When he went to Beigong, he wanted to chat with his two sons, but he ran into Zhao Yun and Ma Chao's resignation. Before leaving, there must be a grand palace banquet to see off the two important generals, and when it was late at night, his son had already been taken back to the palace by Zhen Jiang to rest, but Yanbei didn't know where he should go.

Some decisions are not made in an instant, not to mention that Tian Ce's matter is still unresolved. In the past, he did not know that such a thing existed in the world, and it was not all her fault that the people were suffering. But now that Zhen Yao has told him about it, he must come up with a solution after he knows it, because no matter how others implement it, he will always be the one who will be scolded.

When the scolding in the countryside rises, it is another world of Huan Ling.

The evening banquet made Yan Bei's mind dizzy, thinking about many things intermittently, tossing and turning on the couch but unable to sleep. Drunkenly, he wore a thin coat in the palace room and danced with the chimes one by one, scaring the palace people half to death.

In the past, as a reckless man, Yan Bei had thought that the emperor was not a good errand. The higher you stand, the farther you can see, but the higher you stand, the more you can't see your feet. In the past, between one county and one county, he could treat the people as people, even if he was a traitor, people would blame him for betraying the Han Dynasty and joining Erzhang, but no one ever said that he Yan Zhong was not good to the people.

Not a single one!

Today, he is rich in half of the country, and all he wants in his heart is to ask Yuan to eliminate Cao Ping, and his mind is full of war books, and countless talented warriors under the banner are enthusiastic...... He is getting closer and closer to the world, and he is getting farther and farther away from the people.

He thought he was still simple, he thought he was still like a common man, like a reckless time, but that was just what he thought. Which common people sleep in the palace at night, eat two buckets of Liangzhou wine at night, and can't sleep and smash the chimes to jingle loudly?

Maybe he, Yan Zhongqing, is indeed the simplest of the princes, but that is also fundamentally different from the people. He felt that money and things outside his body were not important, because the wealth of Zhao made him forget to compete with wild dogs for food in his early years; He thought he knew everything if he had done everything, but he knew nothing but how to get the enemy to die with his own people.

The deep palace walls of the majestic Zhao Palace's palace blocked the sight of others, but how could it not block his eyes? Gradually, like the Spirit Emperor he once mocked, the Zhao Palace, like the Imperial Palace, became a prison cell, and no one deliberately blinded all the hearing and hearing. Officials deliberately report good news and not bad news, and they don't even care about the lives of the small number of people under their rule - as long as they can pay the taxes, who cares about anyone else?

The bell of King Zhao's palace roared like a trapped beast stopped, and King Zhao was no longer depressed, and his drunken eyes showed the meaning of forging ahead. He is not the idle Spirit Emperor Liu Hong, the biggest difference between the founding monarch and the last emperor is that there is no check and balance, no tearing, as long as he holds power, there is nothing in the world that cannot be successful.

The last thought of Yanbei, who was asleep, was to think of Jixiao Temple.

In the past, it was difficult for him to say what kind of official temple the temple was and what kind of power it held. It's like the Imperial Historical Observatory, but it is not the Imperial Historical Observatory; It's like a spy temple, but it's not just a spy temple. The original intention of the establishment of the Jixiao Temple was to supervise the courtiers and prevent the gloomy assassination hidden in the dark room, so as not to follow in the footsteps of many great generals in the past, but gradually the Jixiao Temple changed its taste.

Imperial power is no longer the biggest threat to Yanbei, and the Jixiao Temple turns to the outside and the inside, infiltrating the princes of the world and supervising the hundreds of officials in the world. Such an institution is bloated and huge, but once it is sold, it will be earth-shattering...... Liu Bao was stabbed to death in his own house, supervising the secrets of the world.

But Yanbei never felt that the existence of the Jixiao Temple was glorious and honorable, on the contrary, the Jixiao Temple was dark and shameful.

But today, Zhen Yao's words made him look at the Jixiao Temple he founded from a different perspective, and it is not just a centralized side. Most of the temple people are poor, and they need an extra income to live a life that they can exchange loyalty for money in order to survive.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it is not a bad thing for the people and Yanbei.

Early in the morning, the hangover Yan Bei sorted out his robe, paced towards Dong Gong, and saw Yan Huan riding a bantam pony sent by Zhang Lu with a bucket of small bows galloping back and forth in the road outside the East Palace.

This kid is as smart and cunning as his father, and when he saw Yanbei coming, he immediately put away his small bow, drew out a small saber and pretended not to see it, and quickly rushed to the arrow and stomped on it, "Hey! He slashed his saber on the arrow with a thud, pretending to be practicing his sword seriously. But he didn't expect that the shock force of the horse chopping was unimaginable, and his body fell directly from the back of the horse, and he fell to the ground with a buttocks, and his little face turned red in an instant, squeaking and crying like a wolf.

Dianman, who was standing on the side of the road, hurriedly ran to visit, the son of Yanbei's most loyal guard has not yet been crowned, but he has a figure that is very similar to his father and martial arts, and his slightly immature little face is tanned by Xia Lian, and he is really like that in armor. This little black man is a rare dignitary of Zhao State, Dian Wei himself is just a pavilion marquis, and he was recruited into the palace by Yanbei as a guard when he was not full of weak crowns, and now the official worships the Marquis of Zhao Guobei Palace, leading one hundred and eighty guards in the palace, and six hundred stone official positions of Zheng'er Bajing; In addition, there is also the title of the left chief, which is the highest title that has not been established.

One step further, and you can be crowned.

At this time, Dian Man was looking at Yan Huan and Yan Bei worriedly, the little black face was full of worry, and he didn't need to ask him because Yan Bei was afraid that Yan Huan would be punished for Yan Huan's shooting knife and horse being too weak. Yan Huan originally cried a little quieter, but when he saw Yan Bei standing next to him without saying a word, he suddenly cried even more.

He hurts! My ass was broken in two!

"Okay, don't cry, you still have decades to practice swords and rides, can you still stand up?" Yan Bei carried Xiao Huan'er and fiddled with it a few times, and then he was relieved to see that there was no big problem when he fell, and said: "You always fell when you practiced horseback riding, and you were also taken off when you were holding a spear and rushing to a tree, which is nothing." ”

What he didn't say was that he would ride a ewe, much slower than a pony; didn't say that he fell on the grass, it was very soft!

"Yeshye asks you, you have two pears to share with two friends who have a good relationship, but now you have a new friend, but you don't have any pears, should you take the pears back from your former friends?"

Yan Huan snorted, he looked like he couldn't stand up just now, but in a blink of an eye, he patted his ass and stood up by himself, and grabbed the little black hand on Yan Bei's robe, "Father also fell?" Well, then Huan'er won't cry, just don't be ashamed. ”

"Ask them for something, who gets the pears and don't hurry up and eat them! I'll ask Xiao Xi'er for another pear, I don't have him! ”