When it comes to winning people's hearts, Su Rong ranks second and no one ranks first.
She is both willing and generous, spending enough money to make people fully use her.
After hearing this, Shen Yi looked at Su Rong with admiration, "Junior sister, this is amazing. If Zhou Gu knew that you were going to give him the manuscript you copied for him and gave it to someone else, do you think he wouldn't be angry?"
"No." Su Rongxiao: "What I gave them was not copied by me, but by Fei Ling. He was also interested in handwriting and policy theory at the beginning, but he didn't have my good memory, so he copied it with a pen.
I read it once and memorized it almost. Just when Dr. Zhang went to call his grandchildren, I took the copy from Fengling's hand."
"I see." Shen Yi was stunned, but still commented, "That's precious enough."
"Of course. My sister is very generous, you know, I copied it for three days." Fengling muttered dissatisfied.
Su Rong promised him, "When I have time, I will write it to you with my own hands."
Fengling was immediately happy, "It's a deal."
"Well, it's a deal."
The civil strife was over, and before the old Protector returned to the capital with one hundred thousand soldiers and horses from Beijing, the urgent message from 800 miles away was sent back to the capital.
The emperor is still recuperating in the court and the prince is supervising the country.
When the civil and military officials received the news that Zhang Ping's rebellion had been put down, they were surprised and happy. What was surprising was that Zhang Ping's rebellion was put down so quickly. Except for Nanping, no battles started in other places. Zhang Ping died suddenly.
, they were happy that the DPRK had regained stability, and they did not have to worry about Zhang Ping's attack on the capital and whether their heads would be saved.
As for how Zhang Ping died suddenly, the report did not say anything, so everyone speculated.
In the Yangxin Hall, the emperor heard that Zhang Ping died suddenly and felt unbelievable, "How did Zhang Ping die suddenly?"
Yan Hui shook his head, "I don't know how many days it will take for the old Protector to return to Beijing. I should be able to find out."
The emperor nodded, "Zhang Ping died like this, which really gave him an advantage."
Yan echoed: "It would be best if Zhang Ping died, otherwise how could the civil strife be suppressed so quickly? If the beams are internally destroyed, the losses will be countless."
The emperor nodded, "Is there any news about Su Rong and Zhou Gu?"
"Zhou Gu led troops to the border, and Su Rong went to Jibei City." Yan echoed: "If the Wei Dynasty takes advantage of Zhang Ping's civil strife to raise troops, Daliang cannot be as passive as it was sixteen years ago."
The emperor felt justified and said, "You have full authority to make the final decision on these matters."
Yan Hui nodded, "Father, rest in peace."
The emperor's bones were numb from recuperation. He had never lied down like this in bed for so many years, especially when Daliang was experiencing internal and external troubles. The reason why he could lie down was because he had a good prince, who was now able to lie down.
The bed was moving, but he felt that he should continue to care for it, and he also took the opportunity to delegate power to the prince.
These days, he has also figured out that the foundation of this beam will be handed over to him sooner or later. It is better to hand it over early than to hand it over late.
In the past, he wanted to hold all the power in his own hands, but now he was so angry that he vomited blood several times, and his body couldn't handle it. After waking up from a coma several times, he realized how many wrong things he had done in the past, suppressing capable people.
The prince, let him be constrained in every way, and make a lot of mess, but he still needs to clean up, almost destroying the inheritance of his ancestors, and becoming a sinner for the ages. Even if he has to die to apologize, he will die thousands of times.
He said: "Your fourth brother is not young anymore. Why don't you marry him a princess a few years ago, and in the spring of next year, choose a fief for him and send him out!"
Yan Huisheng looked at the emperor, "Father, won't the draft be held next year?"
"It's not open." The emperor originally thought that the precious concubine was a close person, but he didn't expect that the concubine who had been deceived lost all his face, and now he has no intention of adding new people to the harem. "While I am on the throne, I will not do anything in the future."
The draft is about to begin, which family’s daughter do you think is suitable for your fourth brother to be the prince’s concubine? And his fiefdom, you choose one for him.”
"Father, don't worry about these things. Let's rest peacefully first. Now that the civil strife has completely subsided, there is still the Wei border. If there is no change, it will not be too late to talk about other things." Yan Huisheng has not thought about Yan Shen, otherwise Yan Huisheng has not thought about it yet.
Li and Yan Lin are dead, Yan Shen has taken refuge with him, and the others pose no threat to him. As long as they all support him as the prince, he is willing to be respectful to his brothers.
"That's fine. What I mean is that there are some things that you should plan for in advance." The emperor waved his hand, "Go ahead!"
Yan Hui nodded, excused himself, and left the Yangxin Hall.
The warmth inside the Yangxin Hall was warm, but as soon as you stepped out, the cold wind was biting. Yan Huisheng walked out of the Yangxin Hall. Even though he was wearing a big cloak, he was still cooled by the cold wind, which dissipated the heat all over his body.
Today's emperor seems to be like a father, showing belated paternal love to him, the prince.
He stood outside the Yangxin Hall for a while, then slowly walked down the steps and walked back to the East Palace.
At the gate of the inner garden of the East Palace, the moon was wrapped like a ball. She was holding a stove and eagerly looking forward to the return. When she saw the prince walking back to the East Palace covered in snow, she opened her eyes wide and said, "Your Highness, you are not riding in the carriage today."
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Yan Hui nodded, "I came back alone."
Without waiting for Yuewan to ask, he added: "There is no news about your young lady today."
Yue Wan lowered her face and said, "No."
She muttered, "Did Miss go directly to Nanchu? She left me and Aunt Zhao behind."
"The King of Nanchu is ill." Yan Huisheng didn't know whether Su Rong would go to Nanchu directly. Anyway, he sent Su Rong the news that the King of Nanchu was ill.
Yue Wan's face wrinkled up, "It's really not the right time for the King of Southern Chu to be ill."
Yan Huisheng did not accept the words and walked slowly inside.
Yuewan caught up with him, "Your Highness, please tell me, if I go to find my young lady with Aunt Zhao..."
"No." Yan Hui shook her head, "She asked you to wait, so you just wait. If she goes directly to Nanchu, she will send someone to send you a message. She has a lot of things to do now, so don't cause trouble."
Yuewan said helplessly, "Okay!"
Yan Huisheng walked towards the bedroom, but Yuewan naturally stopped following him and returned to his residence.
Ye Qiuying was practicing calligraphy when she saw her come back and put down her pen, "Sister Yuewan, is there any news about Sister Su today?"
"No."
Ye Qiuying was worried, "I haven't received a letter from my uncle since he left Daliang. I don't know if he has returned to Nanchu."
Yuewan put down the stove and took off his thick coat, "Hey, just wait, this day is really hard."
Aunt Zhao was embroidering, and she was amused when she heard this, "I told you, don't bother His Highness the Crown Prince every day. As long as there is news about Miss Seventh, he will naturally send someone to deliver it. You, and His Highness the Crown Prince, see that you are
For the sake of the people around Miss Qi, I can only tolerate you annoying him every day."
Yuewan stuck out her tongue and said, "His Royal Highness is a very nice person."
She bothered him once a day, but she never saw him irritated or said that she was not allowed to bother him anymore. As expected, he was a prince who was tolerant and well-educated.
