12dz Chapter 102 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 33
Chapter 102 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 33
"Oh." Xiao Yao couldn't refuse her, so he simply acted like a wronged little wife and did the washing and cleaning for her.
He carefully avoided the deep, bone-revealing wound on her arm, and cleaned the rest of her body little by little, then washed her hair and feet.
When Ling Yi was lying on the bed, her hair warmed by the heater, the imperial physician, who had been waiting for a long time, was finally allowed to enter.
The imperial physician already knew what the princess had done from the admiring words of the servants in the prince's mansion. He carefully glanced at the princess, who had her eyes closed as if she were asleep, and took her pulse.
"Your Highness, apart from a slight deficiency in qi and blood, the Princess Consort is otherwise fine." After a long pause, he said softly, "She just needs some rest and recuperation."
Xiao Yao nodded, looking at Ling Yi's wound with concern: "What about here?"
"This..." The imperial physician smiled wryly, "I don't know much about wounds. I can only use the best medicine in the palace to bandage the princess for now. If you want the best treatment, I'm afraid we should invite experienced military doctors. They are very experienced and may have better methods than I do."
"Let's wrap it up first." At this moment, Ling Yi, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them: "Don't worry about anything else."
The imperial physician was startled by the excessively cold gaze and hurriedly replied, "Yes."
"Yi Yi?" Xiao Yao held Ling Yi's hand worriedly: "I'll go and fetch the army doctor."
"There are too many wounded soldiers, and they will be busy for a while. My minor injury is no need to trouble them."
Knowing that family members know their own situation, Ling Yi knew that the wound was not fatal, nor did it damage the bones or affect her mobility. She could just rest and wait for it to heal naturally, and there was no need to trouble the military doctor.
Therefore, she, who was planning the future of Tongcheng, opened her eyes and stopped the imperial physician.
But Xiao Yao didn't know.
He could only watch helplessly as Ling Yi looked so pitiful, and then, under the guidance of the imperial physician, tearfully bandaged Ling Yi's wounds.
The imperial physician felt sorry for the prince when he saw his appearance.
Where did this poor little thing come from? Her tears are enough to bring rain to this drought-stricken Tongcheng.
He picked up his medicine box and quietly retreated to get medicine for the princess, no longer disturbing the young couple.
Ling Yi closed her eyes, but the sobbing all she could hear made it impossible for her to concentrate.
She couldn't help but open her eyes and stare at Xiao Yao: "Why are you crying? I told you I'm fine."
Xiao Yao didn't argue with her, she just cried: "I know, I'm just worried."
Ling Yi: "..."
She took a deep breath after her punch missed, and said, "I won the battle. Be happy and stop crying."
Her crying upset her.
Xiao Yao blinked, and two more tears fell.
He quickly wiped his tears, choking back sobs, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
Ling Yi: "..."
Ancestors!
She softened her voice, saying helplessly, "Let me tell you how I won, okay? Please stop crying."
Xiao Yao nodded while tears streamed down her face: "Okay."
Ling Yi closed her eyes, deciding to stop worrying about whether to cry or not, and began to tell Xiao Yao the story of the war, which she thought had no real significance, with dramatic flair.
As she talked, she began to feel that the one fighting the war was not herself, but some other all-knowing military genius.
Feeling a little uneasy, Ling Yi lowered her eyes to look at Xiao Yao, only to see that he had stopped crying and was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to tell her what was going to happen next.
For some reason, Ling Yi paused for a moment, but had no choice but to continue.
She spoke of the slaves she had brought back, the tribespeople she had abandoned, and the many cattle and sheep.
By the time she finished speaking, the candles had burned down to half their original size, but Xiao Yao was still full of energy.
Ling Yi was about to stop when she saw Xiao Yao about to turn on the tap again.
"Go pour some water!" She quickly stopped Xiao Yao's menacing demeanor and sent him away for a moment.
After taking a sip of the herbal-flavored health water, Ling Yi began to tell Xiao Yao about her plans for Tongcheng's future development.
How to manage the people of the Central Plains who had been slaves, how to manage the nomadic tribes of the grasslands who had no identification with the culture of the Central Plains, and how to plunder more people.
She wanted to use these people to build a new city outside Tongcheng, a link between the Central Plains and the grasslands, and a siphon to drain the grasslands dry.
Ling Yi even enthusiastically drew a population growth model diagram for Xiao Yao on a small table on the shore using water.
That concerns the fate of the people in the new city for the next hundred years. Ling Yi will formulate reward and punishment rules and relevant laws so that those people can follow their own ideas.
Everyone will live within the framework she has drawn, becoming part of her territory.
As Xiao Yao listened, he suddenly spoke up: "But how can we know what will happen a hundred years from now? We'll all be dead by then."
Ling Yi, wearing an outer robe, showed no concern about whether things would go according to her plan after her death: "It's alright, even after I die, this world will continue to operate according to my plan."
She could even calculate the rate at which officials became corrupt, and the new demands that people would place on society as their lives improved, and then formulate more detailed laws and underlying rules to restrain them.
Even after she dies, these people must still act according to her wishes.
Xiao Yao tilted her head to look at Ling Yi, whose gaze was as cold as a machine, and said softly, "But Yi Yi, aren't you tired?"
Ling Yi chuckled: "How could I be tired?"
The computational load required for these things is negligible compared to the total computational load of her program, and is not worth mentioning at all.
"But I'm so tired of listening to this." Xiao Yao slid off the headboard, sat on the footstool, rested her chin on Ling Yi's knee, and looked up at Ling Yi.
"You have to worry about everyone's future, how many children they have, whether they farm, do business, or join the military, and even what they eat and where they go. It's all so complicated."
Xiao Yao became somewhat sullen: "If you do this, how much energy will you have to expend? Will you still have time to spend with me?"
Ling Yi looked down at Xiao Yao, whose puppy-dog eyes looked even more pitiful when he looked up, which greatly satisfied Ling Yi's desire for control.
She couldn't help but reach out and pinch his chin: "This is your Mobei, I've devoted myself to you, and you're thinking I don't have time for you?"
"What do you call this, a bewitching concubine who brings ruin to the country?" Ling Yi smiled as she said this.
Xiao Yao gave Ling Yi a rather clumsy wink: "So be it. Anyway, I don't like to put all my energy into things that don't concern me!"
"The northern desert has delicious roasted whole lamb, the best horse racing track, and countless scenes we've never seen before. How can you not come with me to see them?"
"A hundred years is too long, let's seize the day, shall we?"
"Don't worry about what people will eat or do a hundred years from now. Why don't you worry about your husband who's been sitting alone in the house for days?"