Xian Sun of the Ning Mansion of the Red Chamber

"Wang Ziteng is sick?"

After hearing this, Jia De had a complicated expression, and an indescribably complicated feeling in his heart.

A generation of holy masters, once a capable minister.

Stabilizing the Nine Borders, Ping Bailian, and Ding the Western Regions, until today, a large number of officers and soldiers invaded the hinterland of the grassland, and he did what the Emperor Taizu wanted to do but failed.

It's supposed to be a relationship between the monarch and his ministers, and leave a beautiful talk through the ages, but God will never create a perfect thing.

At this moment, how much he hopes that Wang Ziteng is really seriously ill, like him, the kind that is terminally ill.

Of course it's not just because of so many coincidences that happened to Wang Ziteng.

As far as an emperor is concerned, it is not a bad thing for a courtier to have selfishness. If Wang Ziteng had no selfishness, how could he use his life like this? Fu Donglai had no selfishness, so how could there be a big new deal? Even people like Feng Hengshi, Nor is it unsophisticated and untouched by the six desires.

No matter how selfish Wang Ziteng is, he is still a courtier after all, and he is still loyal to the chief cadre, so he has tolerated the other party's military until today.

Fu Donglai wants to move Xungui, this point he is clear, half of the problems in the world's land administration are caused by Xungui, but he also does not want to see the situation where the civil servants' family dominates in the court, so he has always been against the prince. All for the murderous heart.

But most things in the world are beyond people's control.

He didn't want to see a hundred years later, the old and new disputes would be re-emerged in the court. He had experienced the feeling of being a weak ruler and a strong minister, and he couldn't leave more troubles for the successor.

It would be great if God could give him another ten years!
While thinking about it, Jia De looked at the handkerchief in his hand, a hint of bright red faintly oozing from it.

"Time is running out."

"Write a secret decree to Jia Ying. He is a new official, and he has to make some achievements to convince the generals. I don't want to wait too long."

When Dai Quan heard the words, he bowed in response.

The voice just fell, but he was disturbed by the noise outside the hall, Jiade stared at the outside of the hall and frowned and asked Dai Quan: "Is it because of the establishment of the prince?"

Dai Quan knew that the emperor was a little impatient to be disturbed by this matter these days, so he could only say cautiously: "Your Majesty, your lords are also for state affairs."

"Hmph! To set up a reserve, they wish I could die early!"

The emperor's mind is unpredictable and ever-changing.

Dai Quan bowed his head and did not dare to respond.

"Why did you come to Huagai Palace?" Jiade said impatiently, "Isn't it enough that I blamed you? You don't know how to stop it."

Dai Quan said bitterly: "Originally it was outside Fengtian Hall, but recently a few elders who had accumulated a lot of history also joined in, because His Majesty refused to receive them, so they turned to Huagai Hall, the servant persuaded, but The elders refused to listen, and they were afraid that the servants below would accidentally hurt someone because of their hands and feet. As the saying goes, if there is an old man in a family, if there is a treasure, these few are the treasures of our court, so we can only Let them."

Hearing this, Jiade could only sigh helplessly.

There are always ministers who are not afraid of death, either because of fame and fortune, or because of integrity, he can't get angry every time, leaving a reputation for being perverse and violent, and if he uses too much power, he loses his deterrence.

At this time, outside the hall, the little eunuch came in and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Yi sent someone to bring you newly made hazelnut cakes and hundred flower cakes."

Jiade was silent and did not speak. Dai Quan, who was on the side, observed his words and waved to the little eunuch, motioning him to go down.

When there were only two people in the hall, Jiade said: "Look, all of them have jumped out. Yesterday it was Concubine Chen Xi, today it was Concubine Hua Yi, and which one will it be tomorrow? The queen hasn't been abolished yet. It's not to the point of being bedridden, is there a clean place in this palace?"

Dai Quan said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the empresses only care about His Majesty, pineapple leans on each other, Feng Xie Luan is in harmony, and the family and country are at peace. This is also a good thing."

Jia De snorted and said with a laugh: "You old guy, what do you know about Songluo leaning on each other, Fengxie Luanhe?"

Dai Quan smiled awkwardly, but it could be seen that Jiade's mood improved a lot because of this.

"What are the others doing?"

Dai Quan was stunned for a moment, before he realized it, he said, "Concubine Yuan has been going to Kunning Palace to talk in the past few days, while the other nobles are in their respective palaces."

"Kunning Palace? After what you said, I haven't seen Concubine Yuan for a while. What is she going to Kunning Palace for?"

"This slave is not very clear."

After a pause, he continued: "I just heard from the maids that the Queen's body is not feeling well recently, probably the Yuan Concubine is going to accompany her for a while."

Jiade nodded when he heard the words: "Well, the queen really needs someone to accompany her to talk, my country is busy, so I can't take care of it, thanks to the concubine Yuan who can take care of these things at this time, she and the queen are the same Woman, with her here, I have shared a lot for me."

Dai Quan didn't answer.

The empress is the mother of a country, no matter how busy the emperor is, there is still time to meet with each other.

There have been a lot of rumors outside the palace recently.

The eldest son of the emperor died early, the second son rebelled against him, and the third son suffered disaster.

There is an old saying that a mother is valuable by her son, not because the queen will be left out without a son, but more than half of the reason why the queen is noble is to cultivate a successor for the dynasty.

However, accidents happened to the three princes one after another, no matter whether it was God's will or human sin, the dead and the imprisoned were irrelevant, and the blame was naturally concentrated on Yin who was still sitting firmly in the back seat, and the rumors naturally arose.

Or Yin's mother does not perform duties, or virtue is not worthy of the position, etc., after all, the emperor will not be blamed.

There is no greater crime than not being able to train a qualified successor for the emperor.

It's just that Yin's family is Jiade's wife, and she has never had any faults, so she has been stable until now.

"I'm tired today, let's go for a walk."

"Where does Your Majesty want to go, this servant ordered people to prepare." Dai Quan hurriedly said.

Jia De waved his hand: "No need, it's just you and me, as for where to go"

"I haven't seen Zhuo'er for a long time, let's go to Fengzao Palace."

It is true that Yuan Chun is no longer in the palace at the moment, Yang Zhuo is accompanied by the nanny and the maid, toddling toddler, swaying, every stagger can startle the maid beside him into a cold sweat, but Yang Zhuo is curious about everything. Zhuo didn't want to stay in the nurse's arms, and protested with crying.

Jia De did not ask the maid to inform him, but when he walked outside the hall, he heard a clear and tender babbling sound, the voice was full of vigor and vitality, and Jia De, who was an emperor, couldn't help but stop.

A one-year-old child grabbed the editor and broke free from the nanny's palm, and rushed out from the gauze tent with short legs, perhaps because he didn't have the ability to turn around, and suddenly appeared in front of him There was a tall shadow, and the little guy couldn't stop, so he closed his eyes and bumped into it with a plop.

Jiade looked at his son who had fallen at his feet, and the body that was just about to bend down stopped halfway, just watching quietly.

Little Yang Zhuo lost the strength of the boss, moved all four limbs together, and then struggled to grab Jia De's clothes and get up from the ground, while rubbing his sore nose with his plump little hands, he didn't cry, He just raised his head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. His watery eyes were clear and there was no trace of embarrassment. He just stared at him without blinking, as if he was asking, "Why are you blocking my way?" the way?"

For Xiao Yangzhuo, the role of father is a little strange, but it does not hinder the closeness that should have been in the blood.

He stared at Garter, and Garter was looking at him.

The nurses and maids behind them all prostrated themselves on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads. The emperor saw the scene just now, and the prince fell down. This is no small matter.

Just as the nanny was about to apologize, she saw Dai Quan on the side signaling her to keep silent, so as not to disturb the scene in front of her.

After staring at Jiade for a while, except for a sense of familiarity in his heart, little Yang Zhuo was still unable to determine what role the man in front of him, who was as tall as a giant and with an elder beard, pointed at Jiade and turned his head to look. To the nanny.

"Ah~"

The clear voice seemed to be asking something.

Both Dai Quan and the nanny's expressions changed, but Dai Quan's heart was relieved when he saw that the emperor hadn't acted differently, but the nanny was terrified, and she didn't care about her appearance, she knelt down and walked forward, stretching out her hand to think. Wanting to withdraw the finger pointing at Jiade from little Yang Zhuo, he said, "Your Highness, it's Your Majesty."

Little Yang Zhuo stubbornly raised the arm that had been pulled down by the nanny again, his bright eyes rolled in their sockets, as if he understood the word "Your Majesty".

Vaguely, his mother and concubine always juxtaposed the two words "Your Majesty" and "Father Emperor".

"Wuhuang." There was a trace of experimentation in the immature voice, and everyone could see that he seemed to be saying this word for the first time.

Jiade's eyes lit up, he looked at Dai Quan who was beside him, stared at little Yang Zhuo again and said, "What did you call me just now?"

The little guy seemed dissatisfied with his pronunciation, and after wasting a lot of energy, he corrected it and spoke again: "Father."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Little Yang Zhuo didn't understand what it means to be afraid, so he shook his head ignorantly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Big companion, did you hear that, my Zhuoer will be called 'Father Emperor' now."

Since Yang Zhuo was born, the number of times the father and son have met is very small.
"I heard it, I heard it." Dai Quan, who was always as stable as an old dog, said with a happy face: "Your Highness is talented and intelligent, and he is of the blood of the world. He was born with a closeness to His Majesty in his bones."

The nanny also congratulated her: "Congratulations Your Majesty, this is the first time Your Highness has called you 'Father Emperor'."

"Yes. As expected of my son." Jiade nodded with a deep smile, picked up the little Yang Zhuo in front of him, threw it in the air a few times, and supported Yang Zhuo across the board. Sit on your own shoulders.

"Your Majesty, this." Dai Quan reminded, but Jiade ignored him, looking like a drowning child seeking a star.

"Where is Concubine Yuan?" Jia De asked casually.

The nanny replied: "Your Majesty has gone to Kunning Palace."

"Zhuo'er, how about playing with your father?"

As he said that, he ignored everyone, turned around and left the palace gate against Yang Zuo, and started playing around in Fengzao Palace.

Little Yang Zhuo is very much like a general on the battlefield, he just needs to keep his hands on where he wants to go, and babbles happily, using it to cover up his lack of rich language skills.

Yuan Chun just arrived at the gate of the palace, and heard Yang Zhuo's hearty giggling from inside, a loving mother's smile appeared on his face, but there seemed to be something else mixed with this laughter.

"Stop driving."

Yuan Chun stepped down from the driving seat and walked into the Fengzao Palace. At a glance, he saw Yang Zhuo on his shoulders, looking like an urchin, Jiade waved his hand to make all the court ladies back down, and then stepped forward. forward.

"My concubine pays homage to Your Majesty."

"Oh, get flat."

Jia De also stopped, and Yang Zhuo above his head waved his hands, babbling as if he wanted to fall into his mother's embrace.

"Your Majesty has a body of gold, how can he let him be so nonsense and spoil him."

After speaking, he stepped forward and took Yang Zhuo over.

"I haven't been this happy for a long time."

Jiade looked a little unsatisfied, and looked at Yang Zhuo who buried his head in his mother's arms, and said: "Zhuo'er is not only smart, but also courageous, look at him, he is taking me as his mount. He's more like a general."

"In this world, I'm afraid he is the only one who dares." Jiade said with a smile.

Yuan Chun hurriedly knelt down and said, "Zhuo'er has no complaints, so I will plead guilty on my behalf."

Jia De waved his hand, helped Yuan Chun up and said, "Hey, a child is stubborn by nature, so you don't have to take your concubine seriously. Besides, I just want to be a cow and a horse for my son, so I can plow and do a good job of this world's field for him. .”

Yuan Chun and Dai Quan beside him were both taken aback.

Yuan Chun showed fear, knelt again and said, "How can Zhuo'er bear such a burden? Your Majesty Wanmo spoil him again."

"Get up, get up." Jia De said with a warm face: "I'm just talking about family life, as a prince, why can't he afford it?"

Yuan Chun said: "The concubine only hopes that Zhuo'er will live a safe and secure life. She is in the royal family and is extremely rich. She just needs to do her duty as a prince."

"What is the role of a prince? You, you are always a temperament that does not fight or grab. I think Zhuo'er looks a bit like me."

"Forget it, don't mention this matter." Jiade took a deep look at Yuan Chun, seeing that her expression did not seem to be fake, and immediately stopped entangled in this matter.

"Big companion."

"The slave is here."

"Concubine Yuan has meritorious service in teaching her children. She rewards a pair of Qinlin precious jade and a pink jade pendant. The eighth son of the emperor Yang Zhuo is gifted and intelligent, and has won my heart. I will reward you with a wishful jade handle. Well, I will give him the one I often use. The other thing A dragon horse, a saber handle, and a pair of the four treasures of the study."

At the end, he added: "Add a python suit."

"Your Majesty." Yuan Chun felt that the rewards were too generous, especially the last one.
Jia De raised his hand and said: "I reward Zhuo'er, that's it."

"You went to the queen?"

Seeing the emperor's insistence, Yuan Chun could only suppress it for the time being, and replied: "The empress has been having trouble sleeping at night recently, so Master Hui Chan of Baoling Palace held the "Heart Sutra" Buddhist meeting, and the concubine was in charge of the Shang Palace, so she often went to help. It can also be regarded as talking with the empress to relieve boredom."

"Well. I heard from Dai Quan that the queen has been feeling unwell recently, and there are many things in the palace that no one has to deal with. You have to share more, so that the family and the country can be safe."

"My concubine understands."

After staying for another half day, after lunch in Fengzao Palace, Jiade got up and left.

Yuan Chun, who sent the emperor away, asked the nanny to take Yang Zhuo down for an afternoon nap, then turned around and returned to the bedroom, and took out a letter from a book interlayer on the table.

I saw on the letter paper there were four big characters written on the letter paper: no struggle, no action.

The handwriting doesn't seem to come from a woman's hand, but there is a faint murder in the vertical and horizontal lines, but it looks like it was written by someone on the battlefield.It can be seen that Yuanchun preserved it very well.

"Is this non-competition and inaction?" Yuan Chun frowned slightly, and whispered softly in his mouth.

Yan Huasong, with a hint of worry in his brows, was heading towards Wenyuan Pavilion, holding in his hand the memorabilia handed over by Zhou Xing, the capital of Shanxi.

He was thinking of suppressing the memorial first, whether he would go to Fu's mansion after he was released from the government office, but he was worried that something happened in the middle, Jin Dairen had already left Beijing, so he naturally knew what was going on as the Minister of the Ministry of War However, in case of delay.
Looking at the towering Wenyuan Pavilion, Yan Huasong hesitated for a moment and still gritted his teeth and went up the stairs.

Yang Jing finished processing the paperwork that Fu Donglai delivered to him, stretched his muscles slightly, stood up from the table, saw Yan Huasong climbing up the stairs through the window, turned and walked outside the office.

Seeing Yang Jing appearing on the alchemy, Yan Huasong subconsciously put the play book in his hand into his sleeve, greeted him from a distance, and said: "Old Yang Ge."

"Hua Song, but what kind of military newspaper came from the North?" Yang Jing asked casually.

Yan Huasong paused for a while, but still replied: "It's not the military newspaper of the Northland, but a routine document from the Shanxi Dusi, which needs to be reported to Mr. Fu Ge."

After all, the other party is the chief assistant, so he still has to live with his face.

"Oh." Yang Jing nodded as if he had nothing to do with himself and was happy to be at leisure.

"I'm off the job." Yan Huasong said with a bow.

"Go."

Yan Huasong had just walked a few steps when he heard Yang Jing behind him say: "By the way, I forgot to tell you. It's Donglai's turn to see the scriptures today. I'm afraid he's not in the office right now."

"I don't know when Fu Ge will come back?"

Yang Jing shook his head and asked, "Why, is it urgent?"

Yan Huasong replied with a smile: "It's not a big deal, I'm not afraid of old Ge's jokes, it's just that the lower officials want to be lazy, and since I'm here, I don't want to make another trip."

Yang Jing said with emotion: "Yeah, in a blink of an eye, you and I are both old. If I remember correctly, you are almost at the age of hearing."

"The old man has a good memory, and the next official is fifty-six this year."

"They're all old." Yang Jing looked at Yan Huasong and said, "You wait here, I'm afraid you will have to wait until the government is released, and the time of His Majesty is even more uncertain. The old man has waited until the palace gates are closed several times. Stay in the office."

"This"

"If it's not something urgent, the old man can help forward it. Of course, if it's an important document, you'd better come back tomorrow."

When Yang Jing said that, Yan Huasong didn't know how to respond. He said that the other party was the chief minister of the cabinet, and it seemed unreasonable to bypass the other party so obviously.

"Why, Hua Song doesn't trust the old man?" Yang Jing said suddenly.

"Don't dare." Yan Huasong said hastily: "If that's the case, Laoge Lao will pass it on."

Yang Jing took the memorial book and said with a smile: "The old man is deaf and blind, and his hands and feet are slow. Even when he sits and approves a document, his legs and feet are sore, so he can only beat his hands, just to exercise his muscles and bones. Finally, he can do something and live up to it." His Majesty's trust is not."

Yan Huasong looked at the other party's hunchbacked figure, and gradually felt relieved that Yang Jing, the chief assistant, had indeed been "qualified" all these years.

After Yan Huasong left, Yang Jing glanced at the notebook in his hand, then turned and walked towards Gu Chunting's office.

"Mr. Yang Ge, if there is anything wrong, you can ask someone to pass it on to you. Why do you still do the work yourself?" Gu Chunting stood up and greeted him.

Yang Jing laughed and said, "The old man knows that you are busy, so you can save trouble by walking around by yourself."

After Gu Chunting invited Yang Jing to take a seat, he asked, "What advice does the old man have?"

"What do you want to tell me? I met Yan Huasong just now, and said that Shanxi Dusi had a memorial to the Ministry of War and passed it on to the imperial court. It happened that Duke Donglai was giving a feast for His Majesty today. It is not easy to disturb him. Baichuan was out on business again, so he happened to meet him. I, let the old man forward it on your behalf, but you know the old man's legs and feet, so I can only trouble Chun Ting to take a walk."

In Gu Chunting's final playbook, it was written on the cover: Zhou Xing, commander of the capital of Shanxi, would like to play, with a few big characters, there is no doubt that he is there, so Dang even nodded in response.

"Looking at Yan Huasong's appearance, it seems that things are quite urgent, and the old man doesn't know what's going on, so don't delay, just go."

It is said that it is a feast, but most of Fu Donglai's duty is to discuss political affairs with Jiade.

Jiade was in a good mood today, and his complexion improved a lot. The two were talking about the new policy and military reform, but Dai Quan came in and asked Gu Chunting to see him.

"Xuan."

"Your Majesty, this is the copy written by Zhou Xing, Commander of Shanxi Metropolitan Commander Yan Huasong." Gu Chunting said after saluting.

"Oh, why didn't others come?" Jia De took the memorial and asked casually.

Yan Huasong still held a lot of weight in his heart these years, and he handled things decently, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Perhaps it was the day of His Majesty's banquet, and it was not easy to disturb, so it was forwarded to the cabinet."

Gu Chunting didn't notice that when Jiade saw the content in the memorandum, there was a strange change in his expression. Fu Donglai who was on the side saw it, but he didn't think much about it.

Jiade gently closed the memorial, and placed it in a pile of messy memorials beside him, without taking a second look.

Gu Chunting was stunned. Didn't Yang Jing say that Yan Huasong was in a hurry to submit it? No matter how His Majesty looked, he didn't want any big things, but he didn't ask.

I only heard Jiade say to Fu Donglai: "Fu Qing, I met Zhuoer today. This emperor is really pleasing, and I still can't calm down. I think today's banquet is nothing more, and it is rare for me to steal it." Be lazy once in a while, okay?"

It is obvious to all the officials of Jiade that he is diligent in politics, and Fu Donglai would never care about this kind of matter. He got up and replied: "Your Majesty has a lot of affairs in his daily life, so he should relax. There are always lectures and banquets, not just for a while."

Jiade nodded and said: "Well, since that's the case, you all should go too."

"The ministers will leave." Fu Donglai and Gu Chunting bowed at the same time.

After the two left, Jia Defu found the memorial that had just been thrown aside casually, and looked at it carefully.

"The Commander of the Shanxi Capital, Zhou Xingdun, made the first statement: Half a month ago, the Pianguan Inspection Department intercepted from the inspection of the old camp. The caravan carried gunpowder and firearms craftsmen and many people violated the prohibition. The chief minister Wang Bifu sent Hao Shiren, the prefect of Taiyuan, to go there in person. Ning Wuchen reported it to the camp of the Western Army, and Governor Jia approved the "investigation and handling according to the regulations, not tolerated", and I am here to play it to the emperor to hear about it."

After all, Zhou Xing played the imperial court, but it is not difficult to understand after thinking about it. One side is the local area, the other is the court, the other is Wang Ziteng, and the other is Fu Donglai. He can't offend either side.

Although Wang Ziteng is critically ill, there is no obituary, who knows if there will be a turnaround, the best way is to do business on both sides, offending people is essential, but in the end he will not be implicated, and he can keep his head to eat, right? .

"Dai Quan!" Jiade shouted in a deep voice.

"The slave is here."

"Decree to the secret spy department, rush to Shanxi immediately, I"