Minister Zhan: "The Minister of Dongtai from Menxia Province."
"Wei Shuyi?" Taifu Chu asked again, "Does it mean a saint?"
Minister Zhan was noncommittal: "It was not stated clearly... He went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to do business with the Holy Order in the afternoon, and he also mentioned this matter... Nowadays, no one knows that Wei Shuyi, the Minister of Dongtai, is increasingly relied on by the saint, and his power of speech is very important.
Only under Ma Linggong."
In other words, Wei Shuyi's words can sometimes be heard as the meaning of a saint.
Preparing military pay is something that needs to be done. It is just a matter of priority. After the morning court meeting, according to the wishes of their Minister of Revenue, they may have to deal with the military pay reminder from Korean Gong Li Xian first. After all, this reminder
The newspaper was sent back together with the good news, and the happy attitude of the Sacred Heart in the morning was clearly evident.
But in the afternoon, the Minister of Wei came in person, mentioned Jiangdu’s military pay, and elaborated on the importance of it: "...there is a difference between naval battles and land battles. For example, once soldiers go to sea, they will not be able to fight for many days.
Returning home, the requirements for timely coordinated storage of food and grass are higher. Another point is that the sea will get cold quickly after autumn. Soldiers at sea spend the winter earlier than those on the shore. Cotton-padded clothes and other items to keep out the cold must be
Prepare it in advance, otherwise the war will be delayed..."
After Shi Lang Zhan roughly recounted the story, he added: "After leaving our Ministry of Household Affairs, the Minister of Wei seemed to have visited the Ministry of War again..."
It was probably also for the purpose of replenishing Jiangdu's weapons.
In short, now that Wei Shilang, who represents the emperor's heart to a large extent, has spoken, their household department will not say how to give priority to Jiangdu's military pay. It is indispensable to think more carefully and be more considerate.
In the officialdom, when money and food are in short supply, everyone is pressing for military pay. It is one thing to have someone in the court to help and keep an eye on it, but it is another thing to have no one to help keep an eye on it.
"This Wei Zigu..." Mrs. Chu thought about it for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I've been looking at it lately, and it seems quite pleasing to my eye."
From his point of view, Wei Shuyi's actions today may not necessarily be based on the empress's instructions, or they may not all be the empress's instructions...but more like using his status as a close minister of the emperor to help his students?
But after looking at him coldly for these years, he found that this young man who was full of energy and intelligence was well-rounded but impeccable in everything he did. He was also the best at figuring out the emperor's heart. He was clearly not someone who would take the initiative... Why did he go out of his way and take the initiative to help his students this time?
This son has nothing to do to show his courtesy, but he is afraid that he will be either a traitor or a thief... What he wants to "steal" is a question worth thinking about.
While Taifu Chu was thinking, he heard Shilang Zhan try to ask: "Why did the teacher suddenly become concerned about Jiangdu's military pay? But are there any important implications that the student has not thought of?"
The teacher doesn't want to do his own official work, and he will never come to ask about the official affairs of their household department for no reason... What on earth is involved, so that the teacher can ask him to come out to speak?
Mrs. Chu glanced at him: "I care about my students, can't I?"
Master Zhan was startled when he heard this. After he came to his senses, he almost shed tears of emotion - in vain, he had imagined many stakes and stakes in just a short moment, but to his surprise, the only thing that really worried the teacher was his mere Zhan Mian!
For the first time in his life, Minister Zhan experienced the feeling of being favored by a teacher. He was moved and ashamed and said: "The teacher is already so busy, how can the students be so virtuous and capable that the teacher cares so much..."
All these days, the pain of having a baby and the pain of losing hair disappeared in an instant.
Poor, thin, bald Shilang Zhan was like a child who finally got the attention of his elders. He said with red eyes and shame: "To tell the truth, teacher, when the student came up just now, I was worried that you were going to curse."
He couldn't bear to see that Taifu Chu, who was still so young at his age, swallowed back the curse words: "..." To be so stupid makes it difficult for him to ride a tiger.
Master Zhan was so happy that he drank two more cups of tea and pestered Mr. Chu for a long time, until Mr. Chu's little patience showed signs of being exhausted. Mr. Zhan just stopped at the brink and was satisfied with the teacher's preference and a full stomach of tea.
He left with a bang.
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When the sky was getting dark, Wei Shuyi returned to Zheng Guogong's mansion. As usual, he first went to the small Buddhist hall to burn incense.
When Wei Shuyi arrived, he saw a girl in a lilac and purple skirt kneeling devoutly in front of the statue of Bodhisattva, clasping her hands together, and mumbling through gritted teeth: "...Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, you must kill all those Japanese thieves."
Burial place..."
"It's rare to see such a way of praying for blessings that is both violent and murderous. Rather than worshiping Buddha, you may be better suited to prick a villain."
Hearing his brother's voice, Wei Miaoqing turned around and said, "Zha Xiaoren needs the birth date and birth date. Where can I get the birth date and birth date of those Japanese thieves?"
It's not that she doesn't want to get stabbed, it's just that the threshold is too high.
"Have you really thought about it?" Wei Shuyi raised his eyebrows: "In the future, don't delve into these theories of witchcraft, evil spirits and gods."
Wei Miaoqing stood up from the futon, straightened her clothes, and then raised her face and said unconvinced: "Brother, what do you want me to do? If you don't believe in ghosts and gods, why don't you start with me?"
Wei Shuyi smiled and looked at the Buddha statue: "...Of course it's because my brother can't do it."
Fear of ghosts is his greatest weakness given to him by his mother.
Wei Miaoqing didn't know the entanglement, and said: "I think brother just can't help but miss Miss Chang, right? In the past, when Mrs. Chang was not on the battlefield, I never saw my brother offering incense and praying every day."
Wei Shuyi didn't defend himself and just went to light incense.
"Brother, how can you just burn incense? Mrs. Chang is not a Bodhisattva, how can she know your intentions?" Wei Miaoqing said, "Brother, don't just burn incense. You can also write letters."
Although she had already carried her unsatisfactory brother down in her heart before, it was only because Mrs. Chang was so nice that she couldn't help but want to carry her brother back to give it a try!
While complaining about the failure of the dice in his hand, he always wants to play again - on top of this, Wei Miaoqing has the shadow of a gambler in him.
At this moment, the dice in her eyes finally showed signs of turning around -
When Wei Shuyi lit the incense, he said in a very soft voice: "It's time for me to write a letter to her."
It's not that he doesn't want to write to "her", it's just that he has never been able to muster the courage.
But this time Dongluo might join forces with the Japanese soldiers to besiege her. She was in the middle of a battle and was focused on resisting the Japanese pirates. She might have missed something... He thought that he needed to write a letter to remind her and let her pay attention.
response.
Whether it's "she" or "he", in this situation, the battle situation and her safety are the most important.
When Uncle Wei was writing a letter in his study, Changji came in from outside, holding five or six books in his hand, saying that the girl had sent them to him.
"Put it down." Wei Shuyi paused slightly and looked up.
Because his sister has been talking about copying books recently, he also knows where they come from. These books are related to "her". She would rather be jealous of the emperor and criticized by the ministers, but also want to leave a bright spark to the students of Jiangdu and the world.
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Time seemed to suddenly slow down for her, and even now, he often couldn't imagine how she could do so many things in such a short period of time.
The strong vitality and vigorous vitality in her body are amazing and admirable. Although her origin is extraordinary... However, according to the old things he learned about the former Crown Prince in these days, "she"
Extraordinaryness and brilliance are not just born.
In those years that he had not touched, "she" had already forged the most energetic, determined and fearless soul in the scorching flames of war.
Perhaps, he shouldn't restrict everything about "her" by gender...but how to place his mind is still unclear.
Wei Shuyi folded the letter paper carefully and carefully, stuffed it into the envelope, and sealed the lamp with paint. His movements were slow but showed silent concentration.
After doing all this, the young man handed over the envelope and said: "Let me send it secretly to the Jiangdu Army."
"Yes!" Changji took it with bright eyes and extremely capable movements.
Wei Shuyi glanced at the retreating figures of his subordinates in confusion. With such excitement, some people thought he had taken on some mission to save the common people.
There was a reason for Changji's excitement. During this period, whenever he thought of Cui Yuanxiang doing serious work in the Jiangduchang Women's Army, he would feel anxious and uneasy about being thrown away.
At first, Cui Yuanxiang wrote to him to show off once, and his hateful face was vividly displayed between the lines.
Mingren didn't say anything secretly, he could see that Cui Yuanxiang was showing off to him that Governor Cui was now closer to Mrs. Chang, and that his husband was invincible at every turn.
Changji couldn't swallow this breath, but his husband failed to live up to expectations and kept waiting. Today, he finally wrote a letter to Mrs. Chang. Why can't he be cheered up?
Is he holding the letter? It is clearly a bargaining chip that is expected to compete with Cui Yuanxiang!
Chang Ji quickly walked out of the yard, and not far away, he met Mr. Duan approaching with a lantern maid, so he stepped aside and saluted: "Madam."
As he bowed his head in salute, Changji smelled the scent of incense in the air.
It seemed that the lady had just come from the Buddhist hall... Every day the husband, the girl and the lady took turns offering incense. He could not imagine how busy the Bodhisattva must be.
"What are you going to do in a hurry at this hour?" Duan asked after seeing the envelope in Changji's hand.
"Reply to Madam, Lang Jun asked his subordinates to arrange for manpower to deliver the letter." As Changji replied, he handed over his hand again, and the letter paper in his hand was changed so that the front of the envelope was facing out——
Duan subconsciously came closer and took a closer look, and saw the words "Chang Ji Shi Qian Qi" written clearly on the front of the envelope.
Changji seemed to notice her gaze and quickly took his hand back.
Not gossiping or talking too much was the husband's biggest request for him - he did not gossip or talk too much in front of his wife.
But when did Madam become so calm, and she didn't even cover her mouth with joy and exclaimed?
Not only was Duan not happy, she even waved her hand with a hint of escape: "Then go ahead."
After saying this, he took the maid and walked away quickly.
Changji took a look and concluded that his wife must have secretly exclaimed in her heart.
This is indeed the case, but the content of the exclamation is different——
Why remind her? Why should she recall her ridiculous past when she once dared to ask His Highness to be her daughter-in-law?
That's His Highness!
What on earth is she dreaming about?
She didn't dare to think carefully about how His Highness must be feeling at that time, and how he was looking at her!
Duan closed her eyes, trying to stuff these memories back into the cracks in the ground - at least one of the memories and her must stay in the cracks in the ground.
She had never been so eager to lose her memory, so she was about to go to the Rejuvenation Pavilion to inquire about possible solutions.
"Why did mother come here late at night?"
In the hall, facing her son's puzzled eyes, Mrs. Duan waved her hand and dismissed the others.
Seeing his mother in such a posture, Wei Shuyi knew what topic she was going to talk about. He felt a chill running down his back. The ice basin in the hall was no longer redundant and he could easily replace it.
"...Zi Gu, you have better information. You said Suining... Your Highness, can she really resist the Japanese army?" Mrs. Duan said with uneasy eyes: "When I was offering incense, one of the incense sticks burned more and more.
Black, half-burned and still falling over! Could this be a good sign?"
Facing his mother's suspicious and nervous look, Wei Shuyi said as calmly as possible: "The outcome of the war...no one can predict."
Mrs. Duan clutched the handkerchief and became anxious. After much hesitation, she said: "Then...then I'll go to Jiangdu!"
"...Why is mother going to Jiangdu?"
The corners of Duan's eyes were slightly red: "Your Highness finally came back... I'm afraid I won't have a chance to talk to her properly, or see her again!"
Although she was afraid, it was not another ghost, it was His Highness.
Wei Shuyi: "Since mother believes in cause and effect, it is not appropriate to say such unlucky words."
"Yes...!" Mrs. Duan nodded nervously, but then shook his head: "No, I'm not cursing His Highness, I'm just... I'm just afraid that I won't live long enough for Your Highness to triumph!"
So it shouldn’t affect His Highness in any way, right?
"..." Wei Shuyi's eyes gradually changed when he looked at his mother, and he tried to ask: "Why does mother care so much about His Highness the Crown Prince?"
My mother had some interactions with the former Crown Prince, but not many. My mother's only real friendship was with Princess Chongyue.
Mr. Duan was rarely alert: "You are still testing me. Didn't I tell you before that I swore an oath in front of my old friend... You brat, do you want me to be struck by lightning?"
Faced with his mother's simple and rude rejection and coercion, Wei Shuyi couldn't stop talking, but he had no choice but to stop asking and comforted his mother to relax for the time being, not to worry too much about the anti-Japanese war, and to give up the idea of going to Jiangdu as soon as possible.
Practical thoughts.
After finally appeasing his mother and sending her away, Wei Shuyi stood in the corridor and was lost in thought.
What secret is the mother keeping for her old friend? Is the old friend in her mother's mouth the eldest princess Chongyue or the former prince?
Is there another unknown truth hidden behind this shocking truth?
Wei Shuyi raised his head and looked up at the night sky. The night was dark, and the gray clouds were cut into pieces by the night wind, surging silently and giving off an eerie air.
The clouds are reflected on the sea surface, and are divided again by the swaying sea water.
"Coach!"
He Wuhu quickly walked up to the second floor of the ship and saluted the figure wearing a black cloak on the side of the ship's rail.
