The sadness and grievance that Yuan Min had endured for several days turned into tears, flowing freely. She lay beside Zhu Yun, crying until she was out of breath.
Zhu Yun gently stroked his wife's back with his left hand and whispered softly: "Min'er, don't cry. I'm not trying to coax you. This time I went back to the border and witnessed the tragic deaths of the people and the soldiers fighting to the death. I was deeply touched.
Shocking.”
"The people in the capital are rich and comfortable, but there are still many places in Daqi where the people are displaced and don't even have enough to eat. As a prince who grew up in a wealthy family, I should study hard to handle political affairs and care for the people in the future."
"I can no longer use my right hand, and I can still use my left hand. If I can't, I can still use my mouth to make people around me write. What kind of shortcoming is this? If this is considered a shortcoming for me, what about General He who died in the battle and the civilian soldiers who died tragically?
What to do?"
Yuan Min cried bitterly, and her excitement subsided slightly. She raised her head and looked into Zhu Yun's calm and calm eyes.
The past few months of border crossings and the hardships of life and death have made Zhu Yun grow rapidly. Just like a sword tempered by fire, he finally became a peerless magic weapon.
This process was undoubtedly painful, but fortunately, Zhu Yun got through it.
Yuan Min wiped her tears with her sleeves, and there was a strong nasal sound in her voice: "You are right. I was confused and couldn't figure it out for a while."
Zhu Yun raised his brows and whispered softly: "As long as we, husband and wife, are aware of this matter. Don't let it slip in front of the queen mother."
This would also prevent Empress Yuan from crying bitterly and washing her face with tears.
Yuan Min nodded vigorously, stretched out his hand, and held Zhu Yun's left hand.
Zhu Yun slowly exerted force and intertwined his fingers with hers.
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Five days later, Emperor Qing'an issued an order to transfer General Meng to be the commander-in-chief of the border army.
General Meng entered the palace to express his gratitude, immediately packed his clothes and set off to leave the capital.
Emperor Qing'an chose General Meng as the commander-in-chief of the border army after careful consideration. General Meng was originally a military general in the border army and had a good relationship with the Yuan family. After taking over the leadership of the border army, he would not wantonly purge the Yuan family.
He weakened and controlled the Yuan family's military power, and it was best to make a smooth transition, which would neither hurt the strength of the border troops nor embarrass the Yuan family.
General Meng is in his prime, not yet forty years old. General Meng of Daqi did not become an official until he was fifty-five years old. As long as there are no mistakes, General Meng can be in charge of the border army for more than ten years. After more than ten years, he can gradually train his troops.
Wash away the imprint of "Yuan Jiajun".
Emperor Qing'an had no explicit purpose for these words, only euphemistic hints. With General Meng's shrewdness, he naturally understood them all.
As soon as General Meng left, the position of commander of the Shenji Battalion became vacant.
Emperor Qing'an also issued an order to transfer Commander Lei, Commander of the Jinyi Guards, to the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Shenji Battalion. They were all third-grade generals, so they were transferred at the same level.
General Lei knew very well that this was to move his position for Shen You. When he entered the palace to thank him, Emperor Qing'an asked General Lei to recommend the candidate for the next commander. General Lei bowed his face and handed over: "Your Majesty inquired, and I boldly spoke out. I thought that
, Shen You has repeatedly performed meritorious services and is loyal to the emperor, making him the best candidate to be the commander of the Imperial Guard."
Emperor Qing'an did not agree at all, and seemed to be hesitant: "With Shen You's achievements, a two-level promotion is enough. However, he is a bit younger after all, so I'm afraid he won't be able to convince the public."
General Lei looks rough and arrogant, but in reality he is rough on the outside and subtle on the inside, and is smooth in his actions. Otherwise, it would not be his turn to be the commander of the Imperial Guard after Xue Lin's downfall.
"The Jin Yiwei is not under the control of the Ministry of War and directly obeys the emperor's orders. The emperor can decide on the transfer and promotion within the Jin Yiwei." General Lei responded sternly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Furthermore, Shen You's numerous military exploits are obvious to everyone.
Who dares to dissent?"
Emperor Qing'an then nodded: "What General Lei said makes sense."
Then the imperial edict was issued.
The imperial edict praised Shen You for his contribution to the border guard station, praised Shen You as a loyal minister, and ordered Shen You to take over the Imperial Guard.
Shen You suddenly became a third-grade military general, and became the youngest commander in the history of Jin Yiwei. He has a strong connection with the saints, nothing more than this.
The Jin Yiwei are the emperor's personal soldiers. Whoever the emperor trusts to promote is not the turn of others to question. Considering Shen You's military exploits, he deserves the position of commander of the Jin Yiwei.
As soon as the imperial edict spread, the door of Cui's house was almost broken down, and everyone came to congratulate him. The Shen Mansion was also crowded with relatives and friends who came to congratulate him.
Shen You was sentenced to "closed door introspection" for a month, which happened to be over.
Such a happy event must be celebrated with a few tables.
Mrs. Xu privately told Feng Shaojun: "Young Master, for such a big happy event, the wedding banquet must be held in the Shen Mansion to avoid anyone talking about it."
There are always some angry and talkative people who secretly laugh at Shen You for living in his wife's dowry house. Fortunately, Shen You doesn't care and no one dares to gossip in front of the couple. The young couple lives their own lives behind closed doors. , very harmonious and loving.
If it weren't for such a happy event as Shen You's promotion, a banquet should indeed be held in Shen's mansion.
Feng Shaojun agreed with a smile, and took Brother Xu back to Shen's Mansion with Shen You.
Da Feng's face was red, and there was wind on the soles of her feet when she walked, and even her voice was much louder than usual: "You guys came back just in time. I am worried. There are so many people who have come to congratulate me in the past few days. I have sent messages It's three feet high, and the warehouse is full of congratulatory gifts. I'm afraid it won't be enough if there aren't too many banquets. I estimate that there will be more than a dozen banquets."
"This is the list I've drawn up. You two, come and take a look."
No matter how calm Shen You is, he is still a young man. Once he succeeded, he became the commander of the third-grade Imperial Guard. His handsome face was a little brighter than usual. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Everything is up to my aunt."
Feng Shaojun's mouth was as sweet as honey, and he held Feng's hand affectionately: "Yes, Auntie. I am young and don't understand this, so I have to worry about it."
Da Feng was so happy that he couldn't help but smile: "If this is a worry, I don't know how many people want to worry about it! You can't be obedient even if you get an advantage. I've been flattered so much these days that I can hardly find myself anywhere."
Feng Shaojun burst into laughter.
Shen You also relaxed his brows and said to Mrs. Feng sincerely and sincerely: "It's all thanks to my aunt that I am where I am today. I also hope that my aunt will be happy."
It's really comforting to hear this.
Mrs. Feng looked lovingly at her nephew who she single-handedly raised and treated as her own son: "Silang has this kind of filial piety, which makes me happier than anything else."
Shen You laughed. At this moment, his handsome face seemed to be shining brightly, and there was no trace of gloominess at all.
Feng Shaojun looked at his high-spirited husband and his heart was filled with tenderness and sweetness.
"Fourth brother!"
The familiar voice came from far away and soon rushed into the inner hall.
You didn't need to think about it to know that it was Shen Jia who was here. Shen Jia hurried all the way, almost running, and rushed over, hugging Shen You: "Fourth brother! You really give our parents Shen a lot of face."
