And a moment later, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras rose in the attic.

"Mr. Jun, you drink tea." Shaoyao poured a cup of jasmine tea and reached out and handed it over.

Su Zhao turned around and took the teacup, but held it in her hand, and had no time to drink it. Her eyes were fixed and her face was quiet.

This is a dance different from Liu Qingyu's just now. Before, Liu Qingyu's dance seemed to be a court resentment, but the man used his charming dance posture to attract lust with the women's style. Later, Su Zhao's blood and blood were ups and downs, and he was slightly stunned to show respect.

But there is only a kind of beauty in front of you, ethereal and without desire. Sometimes you see flowers blooming in the empty mountains, tired birds return to the forest, and suddenly you see misty rain, locking the towers...

The girl's waist was not enough to hold it, and she jumped between her toes and palms, and lotus grew step by step. The eyebrows and eyes were dignified and sad, and sometimes she frowned slightly. The autumn water gave people a feeling of pity for me.

In fact, it was just under Su Zixiang's thin eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes of autumn water that were swaying with the music and dancing.

"The water is full of smoke and waves, and lovesickness penetrates the snow between the eyebrows."

Such a poem flashed through Su Zhao's mind, and a moment later, a feeling of regret arises in his heart. After a moment, he forced himself to dispel him, frowning, feeling that there is no reason.

After a moment, as the music stopped, Su Zixiang put away the dance, jumped off the singer Wei Xiang, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and Divor smiled and said, "It's a little different than on the flat ground."

Slap...

Wei Xiangge chuckled and said, "Sister Zi Yao, a dance is beautiful and eye-opening."

"You are below, but you can't see it." Su Zixiang quipped softly.

"Did you forget that the immortal family has its own wonderful methods?" Wei Xiangge smiled, then looked at Su Zhao who was smiling and silently, "How about Qiuyue, the palace just now...?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Su Zixiang also threw a touching autumn water over.

"But you have to win?"

"Just one step?"

Su Zhao was speechless for a moment and said slowly: "Slowly sing and dancing slowly, the king will not be able to see it all day long."

"There is no more inadequate viewing." Wei Xiangge frowned and smiled.

Su Ziyao smiled, walked forward, took the teacup handed by Shaoyao, and whispered: "Today is not done. I'm sweating and sticky, so I have to go back and take a shower."

Su Zhao smiled softly and said nothing.

In the distance of the attic, a young woman named Liu Qingyu, listened to the tunes coming from the pavilion in the distance, passing through the bead curtains and curtains, her eyes flowed, and she thought, "It's really worth coming to Su Country."

Shaking his head, he quickly walked into the sad night outside.

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...

The next day, the morning light fell on the glazed tiles of the palace, and the towering and steep Zhongyuan Hall reflected the beautiful scenery. The black-clad man in armor stood with a halberd under the eaves of the corridor, with a solemn expression.

As the sound of three pure whips sounded, the civil and military officials of Su, who were lined up on the White Marble Square, held ivory jade scepters and walked past the threshold and entered the hall one after another under the guidance of the ritual officials.

"I have met the king and the lord."

Some old or heavy sounds gathered into the tsunami of mountains and roaring in the empty and quiet Zhongyuan Hall, and then returned to tranquility. Only the clear water used to count the time fell on the jade plate and made a crisp sound like broken jade.

Su Zhao sat upright on the imperial throne in the hall, his face was quiet, and his eyes were patrolling the officials and ministers who were kneeling down below. The young prince was wearing a crown garbha, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes were cut, and there was a stern sound of golden swords in his clear voice, "They are calm."

"Xie Junhou."

The voices of the nobles and nobles of the State of Su were heard together.

At this moment, the ministers and ministers gathered six officials and deputy officials of the lower ranks and higher ranks. As for the county magistrates of seven counties and fifty-three counties, they were all gathered on the outside of the hall, and they were truly powerful as civil and military officials.

Unlike the court meetings in film and television dramas, it was originally intended to discuss the main affairs, so there was nothing to be said. The opening speech of the court retreating without anything was just as the crisp sound of the golden cork hitting the jade chime.

The eunuch ordered Youjiang to hold a whisk in his hand, standing under the jade steps beside him, whispering with a sharp voice, and said loudly: "Your Majesty has a mission. After the Dazai's advice, today's court is discussed as follows: one is the plan and the evaluation of the county and county in the middle of the year, the second is the Shangshutai, the Privy Council's structure system, the third is the candidate for the establishment of the Censorate and the Fengxian, the fourth is the preparation for the establishment of the Hongwenguan and the Xuanwei Office..."

Judging from Jing Hongdao's attitude yesterday, Su Zhao was not sure whether he would play non-violent and uncooperated, so he changed his mind and first defined the matters discussed.

"First discuss the first item. The county and county plan is the top plan in the middle of the year. Gong Meng is the head of the local officials and is in charge of wealth and goods. Now, the situation of each county and county can be explained to the ministers." Su Zhao's cold and indifferent voice sounded.

Situ Meng Jichang took the lead in leaving the list, with a hint of respect on his old face and said loudly: "Report to the Lord, since this year, disasters have been frequent. Among the seven counties, except for the three counties in the southern border, which can be rated as superiors, all counties have suffered from disasters to varying degrees. Among them, Dang County is busy arresting bandits, so this year it has only been granted the middle and lower ranks. Yanling and Changshui counties have only obtained the middle and middle ranks. As for Linyang County, due to the Wei State, it has been exempted from taxes the day before yesterday and is not included in the evaluation."

Su Zhao's eyes moved slightly. The three southern counties were actually important places for Su's country's wealth, with developed culture and education, prosperous commerce and trade, which was somewhat similar to the status of the ancient Chinese dynasty and the three southeastern provinces.

It is precisely because it is a fertile land that it is often coveted by Zheng State.

Except for the three counties, the other four counties are relatively tired and have financial surplus when they are getting better. When they are not as old as the years, they can only be slightly self-sufficient and may also need the center...transfer payment.

Therefore, the seven counties seem vast, but the real place for finance and taxation is only the three counties in the south.

At this moment, the seven county magistrates were below, waiting for Su Zhao to inquire, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

This was not only a deep influence on Su Zhao's majesty after eradicating Yuan Bin, but also the rules and regulations of the rulers and ministers established by the Su Yi family for dozens of generations. The respect of the king and the king has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"You guys, the country is in a difficult situation." Su Zhao sighed, and his thoughts of innovation became more and more firm. Because of the dangers of the situation, even if it is blocked, it cannot be blocked. In fact, in his previous life, his younger brother Su Ming was the last king of Su.

Su Zhao asked: "What is the expenditure last year and what is the surplus?"

Situ Mengji Chang took out a thick book from his sleeve, read it, recited the money and grains handed over to Wenyi by each county, and finally concluded: "The main salary of officials is allocated to Sima Mansion and Sikong Mansion for military and political supplies, engineering construction..."

Finally, Situ Meng Jichang looked up at Su Zhao's gradually solemn expression, made a conclusion, and said, "It's barely balanced."
Chapter completed!