The wedding of the Xia Emperor is approaching, and the princes and princes of all parties are rushing towards the Great Xia Imperial City, and the powerful and powerful gather, making the complicated situation of the Imperial City even more confusing.

The rumor that Xia Ziyi is the reincarnation of the Hades has reduced the trust of the people of Great Xia to the lowest point in the royal family, and the Confucian sect has used its influence to continue to spread rumors, and the ambition of the wolf son has also been revealed.

If there are more lies, it will become the truth in people's hearts, and some unknown courtiers in the court and the central government began to believe this rumor after seeing the white-haired figure on the dragon chair changing day by day.

Today, Emperor Xia is the reincarnation of the Hades King, and many people in the court and the opposition have already believed that the reason why the court is still the court at this time is because no one dares to make this matter clear.

The trumped-up accusations, after all, are not justified, and who dares to say it in front of the emperor.

Those who really understand the truth also see that this is a conspiracy of Confucianism, and Confucianism wants to subvert the imperial power, and the time of the plot is not just one day or two days.

Kong Yu and the entire Taili Division are still trying their best to investigate the crimes of Confucianism, and there is no evidence on both sides now, just to see who can make the first move.

In this game, whether the Confucian sect overwhelmed the imperial power, or the emperor suppressed the rebellion, no one knows, and the current situation is complicated and difficult to see.

In the Heavenly Oracle Palace, Xia Ziyi is still paying attention to the war between the two regions and the latest epidemic in southern Xinjiang day after day, with the four extremes in the east as a disaster, the invasion of the Eternal Night God Cult in the west, and the terrible epidemic after the flood in southern Xinjiang, the people of the imperial dynasty have suffered extremely much and are overwhelmed.

The emperor was merciful and could not bear the suffering of the people, and proposed the reduction of taxes proposed by the seven representatives of the people in the court, but unexpectedly, it caused a fierce opposition.

There is no doubt that once the tax reduction is implemented, the people who will lose the most benefits are the powerful people in the current court, so above the court, the princes and magnates who have always been good at pretending to be dead immediately stood up against it.

The most righteous reason is nothing more than one, the Great Xia has been fighting for many years, the treasury will be empty, and the taxes will be reduced, which will make the dynasty completely in trouble.

"Guang Luqing, what is your opinion?" On the dragon chair, Xia Ziyi looked at Guang Luqing in front of the ministers below and spoke.

Hearing the Shengshang's question, many courtiers also looked at Guangluqing, now the contradiction between Confucianism and imperial power has become increasingly clear, although it has not yet broken out head-on, but many people have guessed that the rumors are being manipulated by Confucianism in the back, Guangluqing is the representative of the Confucian courtiers of the current dynasty, and they also want to see how the latter will deal with this matter.

In any case, the matter of the seven civilian elders asking for their lives on behalf of the people was the Heavenly Oracle Hall that Guang Luqing led into.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister thinks it is feasible" Guang Luqing stood up and said in an astonishing voice.

As soon as he said a word, the whole hall was in an uproar, and the faces of many courtiers changed suddenly, how could Guang Luqing do such a thing that harmed their interests.

Guang Luqing was not in a hurry, and waited for the ministers' emotions to calm down before he said lightly, "However, the reduction of taxes should be divided into regions and time limits, otherwise the kingdom will not be able to make ends meet."

Hearing such words, the courtier, whose mind was spinning quickly, reacted immediately, and secretly said in his heart that Jiang was still old and spicy.

"Qing is talking about how to divide the region and time limit," Xia Ziyi said with a cold expression.

"In a rich place like southern Xinjiang, this time there is just an epidemic, and it will not take long to recover, and there is no need to reduce the tax, on the contrary, in a poor place like Western Xinjiang, the reduction of the tax for three or five years is a matter of benefiting the country and the people."

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers understood it, their expressions turned back, and they all echoed it.

"What Lord Guangluqing said is very true"

"This Dharma is a great good"

The echo of the ministers made Xia Ziyi's gaze on the dragon chair more and more cold, it is true that southern Xinjiang is rich, but in the past half a year, there have been continuous floods, coupled with the spread of the epidemic, the people have been struggling to make a living, no matter how rich the common people are, they can't withstand such changes, and the western Xinjiang in Guangluqing's mouth, because of the border between Great Xia and the Eternal Night God Cult, has been fighting for many years, and it has long become a barren and uninhabited land, and it has no meaning to reduce the endowment.

The reason for this is that whether or not the tax is reduced in western Xinjiang will not be of great benefit to these people, while southern Xinjiang has a large population, and every time the tax is reduced by one percent, the upward chain of interests along the way will be seriously lost.

"According to what Qing said, just like the hinterland of the Central Plains and the other two frontiers, the taxes can't be reduced?" Xia Ziyi said in a deep voice.

"It's not that it won't be reduced, but that it will be decided to see how effective the tax reduction policy in Western Xinjiang and other places is," Guang Luqing responded.

Xia Ziyi said with a cold light in his eyes, this is obviously a delay, I didn't expect that a tax reduction policy would encounter such a big resistance, according to the information sent to him by the master of Taili, these courtiers are all full of brains, ten officials and nine greedy, and there are very few honest people.

They don't care if the people live or die, even in this troubled time, they only care about their own interests, full of sage words, and fame and fortune in their eyes.

"Retreat from the dynasty" Xia Ziyi didn't want to be with these people anymore, and said coldly.

Hundreds of officials knelt down, you look at me, I look at you, and then retreated with a heart.

They can see that His Majesty's determination to reduce taxes has been decided, and it is by no means just talking, and the Xia Emperors of all dynasties have also done the policy of reducing taxes, but most of them are limited to a very small number of regions, and it is the first time that such a large-scale tax reduction has been made by the current saint.

The ministers of the DPRK and China look very bad-looking, and between them, the chain of interests from top to bottom is inseparable, and this reduction will completely disrupt their business over the years, how can they tolerate it.

The ministers who left in a hurry couldn't hide their worries in their hearts, except for a very few honest and honest courtiers, most of the rest did not have the leisure of the past, and their steps were so fast for the first time.

In the Confucian Dragon Garden, after Guang Luqing returned today's events to the three Confucian masters, he respectfully retreated.

"It seems that the luck of the Xia Dynasty is exhausted"

A light smile appeared on Li Zhangzun's face, and he said, Xia Ziyi's kindness will become the last sharp blade to cut off the luck of the Xia Dynasty, and offend the court ministers for the ignorant people, which is extremely ignorant today.

"It's too early to say this, after all, the military power of Great Xia is still in the hands of the royal family and the martial marquis, if you can't take the opportunity to completely overthrow the royal family of Great Xia this time, once Xia Ziyi takes the first step or the martial marquis return to the dynasty, I'm afraid there will be more variables" Bing Zhangzun said calmly.

The terrible Wuhou of Great Xia lies not only in the powerful force deterrence, but also in the admiration and trust of the people of Great Xia.

Great Xia is a country that admires heroes, although Confucianism has extraordinary influence and controls half of the courtiers, but the Wuhou of Great Xia, who also has an amazing influence, is the biggest constraint of Confucianism.

Such a big thing happened in the court, no matter how tense the war between the east and west is, in recent days, there should be a marquis of Wu who will rush back on the occasion of Emperor Xia's wedding.

"Wuhou's affairs, leave it to me, I will let them all have no return," Le Zhangling said in a cold tone.

The commander of the soldiers nodded, and instructed, "Be cautious, although all of you martial marquis have been blocked from the innate because of the heavy karma of killing, it is not so easy to kill them."

The combat power of the Marquis of Great Xia Wuhou cannot be completely judged by cultivation, just like the Marquis of Bloody Clothes and the Marquis of Lechuan who died in battle, they have all fought against the powerhouses of the Three Calamities level, although they have all fallen in the end, but in this world, even if they are congenitally strong, there are a few who are qualified to let the Three Calamities shoot.

"Well, I understand," Le Zhangling said.

If she makes a move, she can only succeed, not fail, and no one can afford to assassinate Wuhou, once exposed, the reputation of Confucianism will quickly plummet.

In the imperial city, in a mansion not far from the princess's mansion, Zong Qianqiu sat in front of the chessboard in the house, playing chess against himself.

At this moment, Remnant Wind walked into the hall with an old man, saluted respectfully, and immediately stood quietly aside.

"Bai Lao, is it, please take a seat," Zong Qianqiu said calmly.

"The grass people don't dare, dare to ask the adults?" the old man said in fear.

Zong Qianqiu smiled faintly and said, "I'm not an adult, just an ordinary businessman, Bai Lao doesn't have to be so restrained."

Only then did the old man dare to raise his head and take a closer look at the young man in front of him in a light purple light coat, noble, handsome, and a person in power who had been in power for a long time, this was the first impression of the person in front of him in Bai Lao's heart.

After seeing this glance, Bai Lao quickly lowered his head again, not daring to look at it for a moment longer, this young man's identity must be unusual, most of them are powerful people in the imperial court, he is still cautious.

Zong Qianqiu ignored the changes in the former, and changed the topic, "I heard that a few days ago, Bai Lao had the honor to go to the temple to face the saint, I don't know how to feel about the rumors that His Majesty is the reincarnation of the Hades."

When Bai Lao heard this, his expression changed, and he didn't dare to say more, such words could be secretly circulated between the people and the people, but no one dared to mention it in front of the officials, once he was arrested for this, it was a felony of insulting the king, and the killing of the head was light.

The son in front of him, he has no right to say anything, but he doesn't dare to answer, he can't do what he jokes about.

Seeing that the old man didn't dare to speak, even Qianqiu didn't care, and withdrew the cup of tea in front of him, saying, "Please drink tea"

Bai Lao hesitated, but he still stood up, in terms of his own identity, it should not be worth poisoning him by the person in front of him.

Watching the old man drink the tea, the corners of Zong Qianqiu's mouth curled into an incomprehensible smile, and he asked a few more questions casually, and then let the remnant wind send him out of the house.

Not long after, the remnant wind came back and asked puzzledly, "Hall Master, can such a humble person play a role?"

The black seed in Zong Qianqiu's hand fell, and the white seed on the plate was lost, and there was no way to live.

"The chess piece is not high or low, as long as you find the right position, you can play an unexpected role, this person will sprinkle a vital piece of soil for the burial of the thousand-year-old prosperity of the Great Xia Dynasty"

Zong Qianqiu glanced at the Great Xia Dynasty in the distance, after so many years of war, this thousand-year-old immortal behemoth still stands tall and difficult to shake, but if the plan of the Divine Sect is successful this time, Great Xia will completely turn from prosperity to decline and decline.