"Li Fengan's people came to fight, and I gave them a good lesson. I beat them so hard that everything they had on them fell to the floor. Well, Your Majesty, even so, I was bullied."
"When I saw the contents of this thing, Li Feng'an was really crazy. I came to see His Majesty as soon as possible."
"He actually raised so many soldiers, which is unprecedented among the Twelve Guards, and he also has money..."
Liang Zhen opened the memorial and recited a series of numbers, including the number of soldiers, horses, armor, weapons and grain.
The emperor after the Long Case rested his head on his hands. He was very old, but his complexion was rosy, and there were no grooves on his face, nor traces of anger or other human sorrows and joys.
He closed his eyes to concentrate, and nodded occasionally to show that he was still not asleep while listening.
Those numbers were astonishing, but for an emperor who created an unprecedented prosperous age, they did not cause any waves.
"I remember that when Li Fengan was young, he stood in front of me and described what kind of magic soldiers and brave generals he would bring out." The emperor smiled slightly, "I told him that raising soldiers is very expensive, and I am not like the Twelve Guards in the World.
Give him a lot of money, and Li Fengan said he would raise troops for me without spending any money from me. Now, twenty years later, he has really done it."
The emperor opened his eyes, with memories of the past and more nostalgia for time in his eyes.
"More than twenty years have passed. I am old and Li Fengan is dead."
Dead people will never make mistakes, and their past will only be beautified. Liang Zhen did not come to make the emperor miss Li Fengan. He pushed the memorial in front of the emperor: "Your Majesty, he did not want to give these things to your Majesty. He wanted to
Leave it to his son."
The emperor's eyes finally fell on Liang Zhen: "His son?"
"Yes." Liang Zhen seized the opportunity and said, "His son, Li Fengan, a ten-year-old boy with a yellow mouth, wrote a memorial to ask your majesty to let him take over as Jiedushi. What can a boy with a yellow mouth and such a large number of troops do?
Why don't these soldiers have no owners and are in chaos? If they are kidnapped by someone with ulterior motives..."
Liang Zhen took a breath to catch his breath, and the emperor finally understood what he said and laughed: "This is really ridiculous."
As he expected, this was a ridiculous thing. Li Fengan was really like what Wu Ya'er said. His struggle before death was pathetic and ridiculous but not pitiful. Liang Zhen cheered up and was about to add more fuel to the fire when a gust of wind came from behind him.
Mixed with the fragrance, a soft voice came: "Your Majesty, you are here."
The voice was kind and loving, like an old woman leaning against the door with a smile and waving to her grandson.
But the moment the voice came, Liang Zhen, a veteran who had fought all his life, felt like a light was on his back, and he couldn't say a word.
Steps passed slowly and silently past Liang Zhen, and Quan Hai, who was short, fat, white and tender, knelt in front of the dragon table: "The imperial concubine specially made soup, but your majesty can't be found."
The smile in the emperor's eyes spread like water: "Xiang'er has been sleeping. I came out because I was afraid of disturbing her. Are you awake already?"
The eunuch Quan Hai responded: "The imperial concubine and Mrs. Liang Guo have made sweet soup with the wild fruits just picked from the mountains, and they are looking for your majesty everywhere."
The emperor, who had been leaning lazily, sat up straight, Quan Hai raised his hand, and the emperor put his arm on his and stood up.
Are you leaving now?
"Your Majesty." Liang Zhen called hurriedly.
The emperor seemed to have forgotten that he was still there, and said: "Li Fengan is dead. Mr. Liang, please let go of those old things."
When a person dies, the original right and wrong are finalized and will never be vindicated again. Liang Zhen felt sad and angry: "Your Majesty, it is a serious crime for Li Fengan to ask his son to inherit..."
The emperor smiled and waved his hands: "The crazy words of a dead man, this memorial..."
"Your Majesty." The great eunuch Quan Hai interrupted the emperor's speech, with a smile on his face as white as dough. "The memorial cannot escape even if it is left here. How about you read it after Your Majesty has accepted the Queen's wishes?"
Thinking of the empress's wishes and her petty temperament, the emperor didn't care to say anything else and stepped out: "Put this memorial here. I understand. Mr. Liang, please go back first."
If you let him take it back, I don't know how many more things he will say about the wheel. He has heard nothing new for twenty years.
The emperor swallowed the sentence "Take this memorial back, take it back", and walked out across the white gauze with Quan Hai's support.
Liang Zhen knelt on the ground and looked at the direction the emperor was leaving, and then at Long An. There was nothing wrong with the emperor accepting the memorial, right? The emperor also said that Li Fengan was ridiculous, but he would not care about him after he died.
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Dead people are really good, they will only be remembered well. Liang Zhen clapped his legs and stood up, looking at the memorial on the table and sneered, so what if you provoke me to send you the memorial? Can you provoke the emperor? Do you dare to let your men
Come to knock on the emperor's door?
Li Fengan, if you die, you will be nothing.
You still lost compared to me. At least I'm still alive. Liang Zhen couldn't help but feel proud, but he thought of Li Fengan's death.
Died on the battlefield, attacked and killed by enemy thieves.
And he will die in bed in the future, from illness or old age.
For a military commander, this is nothing to be proud of.
Liang Zhen left the palace sometimes happy and sometimes unhappy, and returned to the mansion before dark. Regardless of whether he was happy or unhappy, he gave up. Life is short, just enjoy yourself and get drunk.
In the hall of Li's house, the fifth graders listened to the latest news, but the news did not bring a definite answer, because Liang Zhen couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy. He laughed proudly at one moment, and cursed Li Fengan at the other. This is
Liang Zhen’s usual daily life.
However, the emperor did not send anyone to arrest them.
"It seems that the emperor is not angry." Zhonghou said happily, "Of course the emperor likes us adults more."
Whether the emperor was angry or indifferent was not the desired result of this matter. Zhongwu was not happy at all. He had done everything he had to do. Now he was waiting for the last crucial step. Zhongwu was a little nervous.
He had never been nervous before because of Li Fengan.
Now that the Governor is gone, can I do it, Miss?
The hot spring palace in late autumn is filled with the laughter and singing of men and women, which is intoxicating. The autumn wind also becomes gentle and swaying, caressing the white gauze hanging in the palace absently.
Since that day when the emperor couldn't bear to have his ministers knelt down in front of the palace gate to be exposed to the sun and summoned him here, no one had been here for several days.
The emperor rarely came here. The dragon table was covered with a layer of lonely dust, and the memorials and scrolls on it were scattered and no one touched them again.
A fat white hand picked up one of the memorials, gently swept the sleeve over it, and stuffed it into the sleeve.
By the hot spring water, the emperor was sitting in a pavilion, and several palace ladies with half-undressed clothes and wet hair were beating their legs. The palace ladies were plump, thin and charming, but the emperor did not look at them. His eyes were always on Begonia in front of him.
Flowers in hot spring pool.
There is a white jade-like woman playing in the water. Her face is hidden in the mist, and her plump and charming figure sometimes surfaces and sometimes dives into the water.
This scene should only exist in heaven.
The emperor narrowed his eyes and tapped his knees gently with his fingers, in a state of intoxication. A fat white hand stretched out to interrupt the emperor's intoxication.
"Your Majesty, should the memorial sent by Liang Zhen be kept and thrown away, or should it be forwarded to Prime Minister Cui for disposal?" Quan Hai asked.
The emperor couldn't remember any memorials. He even forgot that Liang Zhen had come.
"This is the memorial written by Li Fengan's daughter on behalf of her father. Li Fengan is concerned about Jiannan and asks Your Majesty to allow his eldest son Li Mingyu to inherit the banner and stabilize the southwest for Your Majesty." Quan Hai opened the memorial and picked up the key words to remind the emperor.
The emperor remembered and said: "People do not necessarily become confused when they are old. They can also be confused when faced with life and death. Don't pay attention to it. Just throw away this ridiculous memorial."
Quanhai responded without moving away: "Your Majesty, I think Li Fengan's actions are not ridiculous."