Chapter 1000

"The news from the palace is that Duan Yu did not die, but was only seriously injured before."

"Also, it is rumored that it was the Liangzhou gentry and the King of Wusun who secretly gave funding to Beigong Boyu behind the scenes, which caused Duan Yu to almost lose his life, and the Emperor was furious because of this."

After listening to He Miao's words, He Jin stood up anxiously from his seat and paced back and forth on the spot.

"What should be done now."

"What should be done now."

He Jin patted his palms with a bitter face.

Before, when the news of Duan Yu's death spread, he had already ordered the white paper and snow salt that Duan Yu had previously transported to Luoyang and prepared to sell to Nanyang Commandery to be moved away.

He thought Duan Yu was already dead, so he didn't have to share the profits of this snow salt and white paper with Duan Yu.

Also, he had previously called Dong Zhuo over and hinted to Dong Zhuo to hand over the formula for white paper and snow salt.

Now it's good, this Duan Yu didn't die, he played a trick of faking death.

"This Duan Yu..."

He Jin frowned with some annoyance.

"Brother, why not call Dong Zhuo over and talk it over properly," He Miao said to He Jin: "Anyway, brother didn't really fall out with Dong Zhuo, it was just a hint."

"Brother can just find some words to appease Dong Zhuo."

"As for the white paper and snow salt, it's better to notify the little sister and let the little sister handle it according to Duan Yu's previous meaning."

"In this way, it won't offend Duan Yu too badly."

"And Duan Yu will probably take care of brother's face and won't fall out directly," He Miao said.

He Jin nodded.

It could only be like this now.

It's just a pity...

It's a pity that the money he got has to be spat out.

He Jin was a little reluctant.

But helplessly, he still waved his hand: "You go and arrange it, tonight in the mansion, banquet Dong Zhuo, make it grander, more formal."

He Miao nodded hurriedly.

Grand Marshal's Mansion.

Yang Biao walked hurriedly towards Yang Ci's room.

Just as he reached the door, he heard a burst of violent coughing from inside the room.

Yang Biao frowned.

Pushing open the door, a strong, bitter smell of Chinese herbal medicine rushed into his nostrils, choking Yang Biao so that his brows twisted together.

Since the weather turned cold and entered the end of September, his father had fallen ill.

He was already a sixty-year-old man, and the imperial physicians in the palace had come to diagnose him several times, but they were all helpless about Yang Ci's condition.

"Cough, cough... is... is Wenxian here."

Yang Ci's old voice came from inside the room.

Compared to more than ten days ago, in just half a month, Yang Ci, who was lying on the sickbed, seemed to have aged more than ten years.

There was not a single black hair on his head.

A large number of black spots also appeared on his face.

He looked like an old man in the twilight of his years.

Even those eyes that had been clear for decades and seemed to be able to see through everything were turbid and flashing with a blue light.

"Father."

After Yang Biao walked into the room, he immediately knelt in front of Yang Ci's sickbed.

"How does Father feel?"

Yang Biao looked at Yang Ci on the sickbed with concern.

Yang Ci shook his head and said: "The number of days has arrived, medicine is powerless to return to heaven, no need to waste time anymore."

"Speak, so hurriedly, what is the matter."

Yang Biao was shocked, but he dared not show it on his face.

So he explained his intention directly.

"Father, news came from the palace that Duan Yu did not die, but was seriously injured before, and it was in the name of faking death," Yang Biao said: "Now this news has spread throughout Luoyang City."

"Many people are astonished by this."

Yang Ci took a deep breath and said softly: "There is nothing to be astonished about."

"You count, since Duan Yu rose in Jinyang, has he ever been defeated?"

"This child... is not an ordinary person."

Yang Ci sighed in his heart.

At this time, Yang Biao had long since lost any contempt for Duan Yu.

"Father, Regular Palace Attendant Zuo Feng sent a large amount of money, grain, and silk back to Luoyang from Liangzhou, which is said to be the money and grain obtained by Duan Yu after implementing the new policies."

"His Majesty was overjoyed and re-conferred Duan Yu as General of the West, and also increased his fief by 5,000 households."

"It is said that the reason Duan Yu was seriously injured in Xiutuoze was because there were Liangzhou gentry and the King of Wusun in the Western Regions who secretly funded the Liangzhou rebel Beigong Boyu behind the scenes."

"His Majesty was furious and ordered Duan Yu to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"I am afraid it will involve many people."

"Those Liangzhou governors who were impeached by Situ Cui Lie before... I estimate..."

Yang Ci, lying on the sickbed, closed his eyes slightly.

After listening to Yang Biao, he shook his head gently.

"No need to estimate..."

"The taxes sent by Duan Yu... are their life-buying money..."

"Cough, cough..."

"Father..."

"I'm fine," Yang Ci waved his hand and continued: "Wenxian, you still haven't seen the key to this."

"Duan Yu... this is using an open conspiracy."

"Ah?" Yang Biao was stunned and looked up.

Open conspiracy?

"The imperial treasury is empty, even if a wise monarch wants to govern the country, it is empty talk."

"Official positions are in the hands of the gentry, wealth and land are in the hands of the powerful, just one Huang Jin rebellion exhausted the money and grain the Emperor had accumulated over the years."

"And now Duan Yu is implementing new policies in Liangzhou, and it has begun to show results."

"With taxes as support, as long as Duan Yu can fill the national treasury, the Emperor will inevitably favor Duan Yu."

"In the ten commanderies of Liangzhou, Duan Yu can only control three, and he can pay such taxes. What if Duan Yu clears the entire Liangzhou?"

"What if Duan Yu reopens the Hexi Corridor?"

"The Emperor... calculates deeper than you think."

"Liangzhou was originally a desolate place, what can happen if Duan Yu is allowed to toss it."

"It's just..."

Yang Biao looked at his father on the sickbed: "Father, just what?"

"It's just that in this way... I am afraid that everyone in the world will be terrified."

The expression on Yang Biao's face suddenly dawned on him.

Everyone.

Yang Biao knew that the 'everyone' his father spoke of was not the common people of the world.

But the gentry of the world!

The Emperor let Duan Yu investigate this matter in Liangzhou and clear Liangzhou, just to make it convenient for Duan Yu to implement new policies and get more taxes.

If the national treasury is full, and the Emperor has money and grain in his hands, then he can do many convenient things.

This account, the Emperor calculates clearly.

As for everyone being terrified.

The new policies Duan Yu implemented in Liangzhou must have involved the interests of the local Liangzhou gentry, which caused so much opposition. ===== CHAPTER 1002 =====