Chapter 363 The king and his ministers are each in despair
The soldiers from Huainan Road swaggered past Shannan Road, and the people on the street no longer thought it was strange to see them.
"Mrs. Chu has sent another letter to Mr. Han."
"Has the reward given by the imperial court to Mrs. Chu come down? Mrs. Chu should tell Mr. Han."
"That's really a congratulations."
Everyone was laughing and chatting as they watched Xin Bing enter the Shannan Dao Yamen.
As night fell, Fucheng fell into silence. The lights in Han Xu's room in Shannan Dayamen went out, and Shannan Dayamen also fell into silence.
The house not far from Shannan Dao Yamen lit up the lights.
"This is the letter and picture sent by the eldest lady." Zhongli placed the letter and picture on the table.
The letter was thrown on the table but no one cared. Osmanthus opened the painting and the damselfly came to Li Mingyu. Li Mingyu looked at the painting with bright eyes.
In the painting, the Huainan Dao Yamen is solemn and surrounded by mist, making it look like a fairy palace.
Sitting in the fairy palace is a woman wearing white gauze. The white gauze is piled up like clouds and mist, with gold and silver threads faintly visible.
She lowered her head and could only see her soft white and delicate hands, her long black hair, and the golden beads on her head.
Although she couldn't see her face, Li Mingyu still burst into tears: "Sister has become more beautiful."
No one in the room objected to his words, the damselfly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and the sweet-scented osmanthus looked down at the painting with pleased eyes.
"My lady's face has healed." Nakazato said, "You don't need to wear a veil, but your reputation is getting bigger and bigger. In order to avoid being recognized, you still have to cover it up."
Li Mingyu nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."
Zhongli said: "The letter was hidden in Mr. Han's clothes. I must send it back to avoid being discovered. The painting is too big. He hid it under the bed and won't look at it often. The young master can keep it for a few more days."
Li Mingyu smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no." He put his hand on his heart, "Sister is in my heart, so there is no need to look at the painting all the time."
Just take a look.
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Han Xu woke up with a start, stretched out his hand to press his heart, and could feel the rustling of the letter paper through his clothes. The letter was still there.
Han Xu breathed a sigh of relief. The letters from Mrs. Chu were all hidden in the clothes with specially made big pockets. He glanced at the dark night and the window blown open by the wind. The snapping sound continued.
Is someone snooping? Is someone sneaking in? Han Xu is not afraid. He seems to control Shannan Road and Jiannan Road, but in fact it is all an illusion. In today's troubled times, fathers, sons and brothers can turn against each other for military power.
He and Jiannan Dao are not even related by blood, everything is just a transaction.
Once he loses value, the people of Jiannan Road can devour him in one gulp.
Especially now that he has Shannan Road in his hands, the people of Jiannan Road feel that he can get out.
There is no safe place for him in the Yamen, and he does not expect this. As long as it does not affect his work, there is nothing to fear in the thorns.
Han Xu turned on the bedside lamp, walked over barefoot and closed the window. When he came back to turn off the bedside lamp, he thought of something and pulled out a box from under the bed. He opened a pile of books by the weak light and saw a scroll.
Han Xu sighed, as long as everyone knows about his dealings with Mrs. Chu, it will be maintained, and the specific evidence should not be seen.
Thinking about the letter he received today, Han Xu frowned, knowing that he would receive such a letter!
Of course, this is what he wishes. Fortunately, this letter is a little more subtle than the last one, and it reads a little more beautifully...
What are you thinking? This matter has nothing to do with whether the letter’s words are beautiful or not!
Han Xu sighed again, looking helpless and sad in this late night. He was reduced to having to deliberately flirt with women to gain a place. He felt a little sad in his heart.
Of course, this was only late at night, and he wouldn't feel this way when he woke up.
There are too many things to do after waking up, there are too many things that are more important than being sad for spring and autumn, and there are too many things that are more meaningful than feeling grateful for yourself.
For example, training and raising troops, the trends of the rebels, and whether Zhang An and Wang Lin of Linzhou are successfully leading the troops as generals.
Han Xu blew out the lamp, and darkness engulfed the room again. Accompanied by the rustling sound, Han Xu lay down and fell asleep.
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It's already freezing cold in Linzhou in early winter.
The fourth watch has just passed, and the sky is still a little dark. It has become very lively in front of Prince Lu's Mansion. Prince Lu's Mansion cannot be compared with the imperial palace in the capital. Although the number of court officials today is half less than in the prosperous times, the life of the court officials is not easy, and the entourage is also not.
It was less than half, but the place outside Prince Lu's Mansion was still packed to the brim when he went to court.
The weather is getting colder and colder, the official robes are not as well made as before, and there is no breakfast provided in front of the palace to warm up. The officials are always a little bleak when walking, but everyone is in a good mood, and laughter breaks out from time to time.
This happy atmosphere has continued since the news came that Fanyang Weizhou was recaptured and An Shouzhong was killed.
It is conceivable that it will continue into the Chinese New Year.
Walking into Prince Lu's Mansion, Cui Zheng was already standing in front of the main hall. As prime minister, he and other important ministers were allowed to live in Prince Lu's Mansion by the emperor. Going to court was only a few steps away for him, but he still waited for the officials
They all arrived and entered the palace together.
Cui Xiangye knew etiquette so well that the officials could not be distracted. They stopped talking and laughing and stood in order, and entered the main hall under the leadership of Cui Zheng.
The court meeting was no different from the past, including rewards, winter stay, taxes, money, food and wages, and other chores. Although all the matters were complicated, they were not big problems anyway, and the officials also gave solutions. The emperor sat on the dragon throne,
Thank the officials for their hard work, blame yourself for causing the people of the world to suffer, and then you can retire.
The real court affairs began in the small hall after retreating from the court.
"This is about the reward for the Zhenwu Army." An official handed over a booklet, "Your Majesty, please take a look."
A eunuch came forward to take it and put it in front of the emperor. The emperor looked at it with a somewhat uneasy expression: "My dear, this is a little small. The Zhenwu Army has made a great contribution at this time."
The official leaned over and said: "Your Majesty, the great military achievements come from the casualties in the world, and the rewards from the court cannot be grand."
The emperor looked gloomy and said in a thick nasal voice: "It's all my fault."
Just like other times, the officials all said that it was the crime of Ankang Mountain and had nothing to do with His Majesty, so there was harmony between the monarch and his ministers.
"I can't give too many rewards." The emperor returned to the topic and tested the officials. "Just squeeze in the grain, grass, soldiers and horses and send them to Governor Wu. These are what he lacks the most."
Cui Zheng said: "Your Majesty, the Zhenwu Army is too powerful at this time, and we cannot further increase its momentum."
As soon as these words came out, the officials in the palace fell silent for a while. The emperor sat on the dragon chair, as if a fire was lit under the chair.
The fire could not warm his cold body, but instead made him panic and uneasy.
"Prime Minister, you, what are you talking about?" he asked at a loss.
Everyone knows that Cui Zheng doesn't like Wu Ya'er.
But Cui Zheng never discussed the Zhenwu Army in front of the emperor. Even when Wu Yaer failed to return in defiance of the decree, he didn't say anything, but just issued several more decrees.
The prime minister knew that the turmoil in Daxia had not yet been quelled, and there could be no civil and military conflicts. The prime minister's heart was to be able to support the overall situation and pursue the overall situation.
So what's going on now?
Is the Great Xia turmoil about to end, or has the prime minister run out of patience?