"When you say that, after so long, I really don't feel so angry anymore." He thought for a while and then sighed, "Anyway, when he fought for the country for so many years, maybe I did it somewhere.
No, it makes him dissatisfied, as long as he is willing to come back..."
"Your Majesty." Huang Cheng seemed to shout eagerly and stepped forward to salute.
The emperor smiled again.
"Yes, yes, I won't say anything anymore." He said, "These national laws are inherited from our ancestors. I can't play with them."
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
This time Huang Cheng and Ning Yunzhao both leaned forward and saluted.
"However, I still hope that I won't see him again." The emperor said with a smile and glanced at Huang Cheng.
For Ning Yunzhao, this sentence was a response to his good news, and Ning Yunzhao also laughed.
But for Huang Cheng, it naturally has a different meaning.
Yes, Your Majesty, Zhu Shan will definitely not come back alive.
He leaned over and saluted without saying a word.
"The snow outside seems to be falling more heavily." The emperor's eyes were full of smiles, "The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and I can have a good year this year."
Speaking of this, he thought of something again and looked solemn.
"Pay attention to disaster prevention and don't let people affected by the heavy snow be displaced."
Huang Cheng leaned over and saluted.
"Don't worry, your majesty." He said, raising his head with a smile, "I was about to tell your majesty some good news. Shanxi Deshengchang donated one million taels of silver for winter snow disaster resettlement, especially for the resettlement of northern refugees who have been assigned to various places.
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The emperor looked surprised.
"That's really good news." He stood up and said with full emotion, "This Deshengchang is really a home of good deeds."
"I will live up to His Majesty's love and give me an inscription and a plaque." Huang Cheng said with a smile.
The emperor nodded and raised his hand to signal to the chamberlain.
"Come here, I will give Deshengchang the word "blessing" to commend him." He said.
The emperor's gift was delivered to the Fang family in Yangcheng as quickly as possible through the increasingly heavy snow.
The noisy gongs and drums of the firecrackers set off by the Fang family have not stopped for half a day. Behind the thick curtain, in the warm spring room, Fang Chengyu wears a thick hat and looks seriously at the big red word "Fu" on the desk, with the emperor's seal on it.
Extraordinarily conspicuous.
Shopkeeper Gao also looked at the word "Fu", but there was no smile on his face.
"This is not a blessing." He murmured, "This is a reminder."
After saying this, he looked at Fang Chengyu.
"Master, did you understand what the official said just now? What do you think we should do?"
Fang Chengyu looked so focused that he didn't seem to hear what he said, so Shopkeeper Gao had to raise his voice.
"Oh, what did you say?" Fang Chengyu reached out and took off his hat, then took off the two furry ear coverings under the hat, looked at Shopkeeper Gao and asked.
Shopkeeper Gao looked at him speechless.
Everyone thought that Fang Chengyu was weak so he wore a hat in the house, but they didn't expect that he actually blocked his ears.
Then he didn't listen to a word of what the officials in Taiyuan Prefecture said when they sent the emperor to bless him just now, right?
"It's too noisy." Fang Chengyu smiled slightly, "Besides, those officials always say the same thing, so just smile and nod."
"Young Master, with this nod, another hundred thousand taels of silver went out." Shopkeeper Gao sighed and said, "They said they were borrowing it, but I don't think they have any intention of paying it back."
Fang Chengyu said oh.
"If not, then there won't be. Finally, it will be used to resettle the victims, and there will be no waste." He said, looking at the word "Fu" and smiling slightly, "Maybe it can be replaced with a word for auspiciousness."
That's useless, they are businessmen, they want to get rich, they can't make money, and the words given by the gods are nothing more than a scrap of paper.
Shopkeeper Gao looked worried.
"Also, those businessmen have come to borrow money recently," he said.
Fang Chengyu said oh.
"Then let it go according to the rules." He said nonchalantly, "It's not like I haven't let it go."
Lending accounts to earn interest is a common practice in bank accounts, and Shopkeeper Gao is very familiar with it, but he still frowned.
"I think it's strange for these people to come," he said. "What's more important is that we don't have that much money now."
Firstly, the family was divided, and secondly, some money was released through the division of the family, and the amount was not small.
"I'm afraid that the debt will go down." He said, "Master, once the debt goes down and there is another run, then Deshengchang will..."
He looked at Fang Chengyu, who had a heavy expression on his face and his brows were full of contemplation.
He didn't dare to interrupt and waited for a moment before continuing to ask.
"Master, what do you think?" he asked.
Fang Chengyu sighed softly.
"I wonder if Jiuling is okay," he said.
After thinking for a long time, are you thinking about women? Shopkeeper Gao was speechless for a while.
Fang Chengyu sat down, placed his chin on his hand and sighed again.
"This year has been really difficult," he said.
Shopkeeper Gao also sighed.
"Master, please think carefully about what is going on now. If you come up with a solution, we can still have an easy time this year," he advised.
Fang Chengyu shook his head without thinking.
"I'm in a bad mood and don't want to think about anything else," he said.
Is that something else? That is a major matter that affects Deshengchang's life and death. My young master, shopkeeper Gao rolled his eyes helplessly. This year is indeed difficult.
Regardless of whether it is a good or bad time, the pace of the new year has accelerated since the twelfth lunar month. Even in the inaccessible Luzhai, one can hear the continuous sound of firecrackers outside.
Walking on the gravel road, Princess Jiuli stopped when she heard the sound of firecrackers in the distance.
"How about we set off firecrackers too?" she said to the maid behind her.
The maids always obeyed Princess Jiuli's instructions and nodded with a smile.
"Okay, okay," they said.
Others turned around.
"Slave, go get the firecrackers," she said.
Princess Jiuli pointed forward.
"The open space over there is the best." She said, strolling over, and when she came to a straw shed her eyes fell on, "Is there a straw shed here?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a woman coming out of the hut. They faced each other and everyone was startled.
"I've met the princess." The woman bowed her head and saluted.
"This is..." Princess Jiuli asked.
"This is a flower shed." the woman replied.
When she heard the word "flower shed", Princess Jiuli's face was slightly startled.
"We've actually come this far." She said, sighing and turning around, "It's too cold. Let's go back first and play some other time."
The maids hurriedly responded and gathered around Princess Jiuli to turn around.
The two maids who were lagging behind looked at each other and then looked back at the flower shed.
"What's wrong?" a maid asked in a low voice.
"This is Princess Jiuling's flower shed." Another whispered, "The princess is afraid of touching the scene and hurting her feelings."
The previous maid suddenly fell silent, and finally couldn't help but look back and saw that the woman who came out of the flower shed was no longer in sight.
"Is there a new flower girl in the flower shed? I've never seen this one before," she said to herself.
"So what if they change." Another maid said, "There are new people in the house replacing the old ones."
That's right, the maid shrank her head and stopped talking and quickly followed Princess Jiuli in front of her.
"It's almost the New Year."
Lu Yunqi said as he walked down the steps and put down the food box in his hand.
Miss Jun looked at him carrying the food box, which was much larger than usual.
Lu Yunqi opened the food box, took out a grill, a charcoal basin, and a half-cooked leg of lamb.
"Our habit." He said, smiling at Miss Jun.
She likes to eat roasted lamb legs and also likes to bake them herself.
Miss Jun looked at the furnishings in front of her, her expression still indifferent.
"My habit," she said, "is the habit of Master and I."
Lu Yunqi lowered his head and skillfully raised the leg of lamb.
"Yeah." He said, "My habit."
She followed her master's habit, and he followed her and it became his habit.
The lamb leg was already roasted, so it was just brought here to reheat, and the aroma soon spread.
Lu Yunqi placed the plate and picked up the knife.
Miss Jun's eyes fell on the knife in his hand.
A medium-sized dagger was sharply drawn across the leg of the lamb, cutting off a piece of meat.
"Untie my hand and I'll eat it myself." She said suddenly.
Now when Lu Yunqi comes, he will untie her legs and feet and let her walk back and forth, but her hands will always be tied.
Lu Yunqi didn't raise his head, focusing on slicing the mutton.
"Don't think about my knife." He said, "Don't think about it."
He raised his head.
"You think holding these can hurt the people you hate, but in fact they can hurt you too."
What he said is correct.
If she kills him now, she will never die a happy death.
Even if there are thousands of excuses, Lu Yunqi is an indispensable person that the emperor relies on, and she is now a thorn in the emperor's side.
Just like when she killed the emperor, the knife has an edge and is sharp. If you want to hurt others, you will inevitably hurt yourself.
Especially when facing someone who is stronger and more dominant than yourself.
Lu Yunqi picked up a piece of mutton, put down the knife and pinched her mouth