"Hypocritical His Majesty the Northern Emperor, I am your prisoner."
The deep hatred in his eyes was definitely not the innocent expression and small gratitude of the stupid little girl in his memory. Luojia threw the picture album heavily on the ground and laughed: "Yes, I am not you.
Father! Don’t call me Father from now on! You are just a little slave that I bought with ten thousand ingots of gold. Therefore, you have to follow the fate of your slave. If you want to blame, blame your Dayan
king!"
Fang Fei could no longer speak. Luo Jia waved his riding whip and strode forward. After walking a few steps, he stopped without looking back and said in a deep voice: "Fang Fei, this is my last warning to you."
!If you dare to do any deviant behavior, you will wait until the high priest comes back to punish you."
The punishment of the high priest is more terrible than death.
The girl's head hung down in despair, her long black hair drawing a desolate arc in the evening wind.
Palm tree pollen is floating in the air, and the North Country is about to begin its annual carnival. However, this year, the two sides of the moat are obviously much deserted.
The high priest had just stepped onto the temple grounds. He was carrying a big sack. A servant came up and whispered a few words in his ear. There was no emotion or anger on the scarred face of the high priest.
Ai Le, twirling the big bone necklace around her neck with her fingers, hurriedly walked into the temple's reception room.
In the reception room, someone was already waiting for him.
There can only be one person who can enter here at will - the king of the North Kingdom.
He knelt down on one knee and saluted with one hand: "My king, are you in trouble?"
Luo Jia sat on the sacred chair with golden lotus flowers, frowning, and seemed a little restless: "High Priest, I have indeed encountered trouble."
"Is Your Majesty worried about this year's severe drought that has not happened in a century in the North?" From last winter to this spring, for almost half a year, there was no rain in large areas of the North. Crops dried up, rivers dried up, cattle and sheep died in droves, and the people were plunged into poverty.
In the unprecedented panic, homeless people can be seen everywhere on the road.
"The imperial court also opened warehouses to provide relief, but it was only a drop in the bucket. If it didn't rain again, the Northern Kingdom would be doomed." If it weren't for the support of a large amount of wealth accumulated from the early years of conquering the South and the North, I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous. However, most of this wealth has been accumulated over the years.
Falling into the hands of Qi Xun, a wealthy aristocrat and aristocratic family, only a small proportion is actually added to the national treasury. If this continues, the consequences will be disastrous.
The high priest tried to ask: "Can you issue an order asking the nobles of the aristocratic families to donate some of their family property?"
Luo Jia gave a wry smile. The Northern Kingdom is different from other countries. The military generals and families do not receive salaries from the court. Instead, they accumulate power and divide the territory into kings. Whichever area they occupy is the one they occupy, so they are particularly keen on war. Luo Jia has been particularly keen on war in these years.
It's not that I haven't thought about this problem, but how easy is it to change the deep-rooted nomadic people's survival rules overnight? At this critical moment, it is impossible to even think about asking the nobles to share the difficulties and donate money to save the country.
.
The high priest obviously understood this and could not make any more beneficial suggestions.
"Not only that. Due to excessive drought, epidemics have occurred continuously since the beginning of spring. A large number of children in Pingcheng died of the disease, and the germs spread. My two princes and three princesses also died young one after another. Even the prince fell ill and was bedridden.
..." There was a trace of blood in his eyes and he was very tired. These questions had been bothering him for countless days and nights.
"High Priest, should we increase our prayers this year?"
"Your Majesty, please relax your mind. I will do my best to pray for good weather in my northern country."
This epidemic left medical officials across the country helpless, so the high priest went out on a study tour and secretly searched for a cure. He opened a big bag, which was filled with all kinds of herbs, most of which were cures for the plague. He grabbed
He took out one and said: "Your Majesty, this is the holy medicine from the Sea of Life. The great god will protect our country in the north and the people will be safe and the royal heirs will be prosperous."