There are many memorials piled up.

Most of them are certainly not that important. Another bunch of selected memorials are distinguished according to the level of emergency indicated on it.

Fangfei looked solemnly, looked at the small memorials, and picked up a letter casually: "Your Majesty, look, what should I do about this?"

Luo Ga looked closely and found that it was a military report from the border.

Emperor Hongwen took advantage of the weather and the flood washed away the dam built by the Southern Dynasties army and drowned 200,000 to 300,000 people. Strictly speaking, this time, God really helped, otherwise, I wouldn't know that it would be defeated.

What is it?

"Now, when the Southern Dynasty learned that Emperor Hongwen had passed away, he thought that there was no one in the north of our country, and he began to move again, and he could attack us at any time by the army of 300,000. I thought about it and had a headache. I really don't know who to send to

Respond to the challenge.”

Luo Jia slowly put down the memorial.

The current situation is really bad.

General Li, Yuanhe and other veterans were already dead. Emperor Hongwen also died. He counted carefully and it was not easy to send a powerful person out.

"At present, Jia Xiu is stationed in Longxi, replacing Yuan He, and defeating many small tribes; although he is very talented, Longxi is a major threat to our border, so he dare not let Jia Xiu leave; and Wang Su, I dare not

Sent out, there are so many Xianbei nobles who are like wolves and tigers to deal with. There is really no way to do it..."

"Fangfei, you don't have a single choice?"

She sighed: "However, there is, I'm afraid he doesn't want to."

"who?"

"King Zhao Wang."

At this time, sending King Jingzhao out was a killing two birds with one stone.

Both of them understand.

Luo Jia shook his head: "Based on my understanding of him, he will definitely make excuses to refuse at this time."

Fangfei said sadly: "I am also worried about this. If he doesn't go, he will really not be able to send out a general who can take on this important task."

Every time, when she was worried, her eyebrows would always frown, just like a small walnut; Luo Jia looked at her a few times, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed her eyebrows, but it was slippery and couldn't hold it.

Fangfei felt pain and shouted: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Fangfei, what do you think of me?"

Fangfei opened her mouth wide and looked at him up and down, left and right: "You? No!"

"Why can't it?" he said leisurely, "With me, Luo Jia, do you doubt my ability?"

She shook her head, stood up, walked behind him, hugged his neck, and suddenly became a little weak: "Your Majesty, you can't go to war... I'm afraid that when I see you going to war, I don't want you to leave me again..."

Luo Jia laughed, patted her hand, and said softly: "Silly, how could I leave you? However, I see this situation, the war with the Southern Dynasties is not a must, because we did the previous few times.

The Southern Dynasties dare not be too aggressive. As long as we make a tough attitude to respond, or even counterattack, we will first intimidate them, and then there will be great possibility of diplomacy..."

Her eyes lit up.

"Fangfei, how about Li Shi'an? You, a famous diplomatic official, have you forgotten him?"

Fangfei laughed and slapped her head: "Your Majesty, I really forgot."

He complained a little: "Little guy, why have you become so stupid? I really doubt that you used to look so wise, how did you do it? Did you happen to be lucky?"

She smiled very cunningly and proudly: "A woman, of course she is smart when she should be smart; now with you, why should I be so smart? You don't know how hard you work so hard every day and grow old fast? And, Your Majesty,

, This is your business. I have worked for you for so many years, but I haven't asked you for money yet."

She was very confident.

Luo Jia laughed, and with force, he pulled her over and lay in his arms, threatening: "Little thing, how dare you ask me for money? How do you pay you if you want me?"

"I want……"

The words were sealed and the mouth was stuck, so I could only smile and panting: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... You are a fool..."

He was also hot all over: "I have always been a fool in front of you... Who told you that you are a little vixen..."

She collapsed into his arms, giggling and just laughing.

For many years, facing the boring memorials, loneliness is loneliness. Now, I know what indulgence is, completely carefree, and happy physically and mentally... The sky is falling, and he is also responsible, right?

It was a reindeer garden with colorful wild flowers blooming around it.

Hong'er was looking at a few beautiful sika deer, but saw a young man walking gracefully. His figure was surprisingly elegant, just like a little sika deer in the garden.

He shouted happily: "Yejia, Yejia, I'm here..."

The young man was still slow and walked over gracefully: "See Your Majesty."

"No gifts, no gifts... Look, Yejia, how beautiful this sika deer is? In a few days, we can go hunting. By the way, you go hunting with me..."

Xiao Yejia shook his head firmly: "No, Your Majesty, we monks do not kill, and I do not hunt."

When Hong'er saw him being serious, she was amused: "You look like a psychic Taoist priest."

Xiao Yejia still looked solemn: "It's not good to kill, everyone should avoid killing."

"Okay, okay, I'm just beating those fierce leopards, tigers, wild wolves, etc. Is that OK?"

Xiao Yejia was so surprised: "Your Majesty, can you fight a tiger?"

Honger was very proud: "Of course! I beat a tiger last year, and my father taught me."

The two had a very happy day. It was not until dusk that Xiao Yejia said goodbye, and Hong'er also went back to Cining Palace.

Passing through the tomb of the father is his only way.

He comes here almost every day to check it out.

At this time, the sun had already scattered, and a desolate mist enveloped the earth. The child stopped and looked at the tall trees around the tomb of the father, a trace of golden afterglow, covering the whole world with a layer of hazy veil and gorgeousness.

, and also ethereal.

He bowed according to the usual practice, and when he thought of his father, he still felt a little sad. He knelt down and whispered: "Father, I miss you very much..."

"Hong'er!"

He raised his head in surprise.

This sound is so familiar.

"Father, Father?"

Behind the tall thousand-year-old pine and cypress, a slowly man - he didn't walk out, nor did he run out, and didn't even know where he came from - Hong'er rubbed his eyes, but felt that he was a man who fell from the sky.

Oh my God!

That's the father!

It's the father!

The child screamed and rushed over: "Father, Father..."

However, he could not pounce on the man's arms, as if the figure of "Father" was floating and could not get close to him at all. He stopped, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and felt dizzy in his mind.

I felt the figure opposite, like the fog in the morning, hazy and elegant.

"Father, is it really you?"

A long sigh.

Sighing, full of grief and resentment.

"Hong'er!"

A big hand stretched out and touched his head.

The child looked at the person in front of him in confusion as if he was hypnotized - he was the father. Yes, it was indeed the father. He was very surprised, "Father, where have you been? I am really afraid that you will not come back,

Let's go back to the palace... I'm so happy..."

The voice was still sad and angry, just as if he had been greatly humiliated.

"Hong'er, my father can't go back to the palace."

"Why?"

He was silent, his face was so creepy. The child also felt a chill, he raised his head and asked him: "Father, why? Let's go back quickly, the Empress Dowager must be very happy... Let's go, Father, let's go directly to Ci.

Ninggong, the Queen Mother will make a lot of delicious food…”

"The Queen Mother will not be happy!"

"Why?"

"Hong'er... The Empress Dowager will never welcome her father to Cining Palace again..."

The child suddenly remembered the immortal grandfather, and just took the father's hand in a daze and could no longer speak.

"Father" kept staring at him, checking the subtle expression on the child's face, and a trace of viciousness floated inadvertently. His voice was even more miserable, with great instigation: "Hong'er... these days,

Who are the Queen Mother with?"
To be continued...