After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

As the morning light broke, fine raindrops floated down the long and wide alleys in Kyoto.

The stone road was wet and water droplets were dripping from the eaves.

As the sounds of bells and drums announcing the dawn drifted in the distance, small stalls on both sides of the street began to open for business.

The charcoal fire crackled in the stove and the steamer was steaming.

The guys stood at the door of the store, shouting loudly.

"Hot cooked bones, stuffed lungs, fried lungs, only twenty cents! Keeps you warm all day long!"

"Crispy sweet food, fragrant candies..."

A cavalryman covered in blood, riding a fine horse, rushed through the wide alley: "Eight hundred miles of military information, the front dodges!"

Pedestrians and street vendors who got up early to go to work quickly hid to the sides.

Those who were slow to act could only sigh as they watched their stalls being kicked away by horse hooves.

Wherever the horse passed, passers-by seemed to smell a faint smell of blood, accompanied by the wind and sand from the border.

All of a sudden, the delicious food that had whetted people’s appetite seemed to have lost its appeal.

Especially at Fuquan Teahouse, the messenger flashed past the door of the teahouse, but the tea drinkers still felt depressed when they saw the messenger's embarrassed appearance.

"No one is collecting bones for thousands of miles, and every family is burying souls under the city walls. Alas, the last time we sent an 800-mile emergency response was because the three towns were about to be breached. This time, I guess there's nothing we can do to save the situation."

No one in the lobby responded to this.

Everyone lowered their heads, silently in a daze.

During this peace talk, the Tartars in the northern border will certainly ask for an exorbitant amount of tax. Who knows how much more tax the government will collect and under what names they will collect the tax?

In short, it will be hard times again for a while.

In front of the gate of Kyoto's most majestic imperial palace, civil and military officials yawned and exchanged information in low voices.

"Both sides have reached an agreement. The Khan will not cross Hezhong County this time, but Shuozhou cannot be saved."

"It's nothing more than paying a few percent more in annual tribute, but it's worth it if we can use it to get rid of Gu Nanxi!"

The civil servants looked at each other and smiled. Without Gu Nanxi, the troublemaker, they would find a way to drive Cui Sanlun away, and everything would return to their previous peaceful and comfortable life!

Just thinking about it makes me happy, and even I feel more energetic when attending the morning court every day.

The court meeting began, and the Minister of Revenue said: "Your Majesty, the civil unrest in Hezhong and Henan counties has been quelled. The leader of the rebels has been executed."

The young emperor frowned. "Since the two counties have already provided disaster relief, why did a civil uprising occur? Is it because the local officials neglected their duties?"

The Minister of Revenue remained calm and said, "I have not committed any dereliction of duty. It is just that people are greedy and think that if there is a leader, the others can be spared."

The young emperor did not believe this explanation and was about to say something else when he heard the eunuch say that he had military information from eight hundred miles away to report.

"Xuan!"

In full view of everyone, a blood-stained messenger was seen staggering into the palace gate, and then, as if exhausted, he fell to the ground with a bang!

The Minister of Revenue was shocked and whispered: "What kind of big event has happened that requires such a grand ceremony?"

"Could it be that Fuming Town was breached?"

"It is very likely that he was about to collapse when the last letter came! Fortunately, we have made preparations. The envoys for the peace talks and the annual ceremonies are ready and can set off at any time."

The official did not lower his voice deliberately, so that everyone in the court could hear it clearly.

Especially the young emperor, his face turned pale and blue, it was obvious that these words were meant for him!

Ever since Gu Nanxi disappeared, the prestige he had worked so hard to build up in the court was like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, and was about to be broken.

The young emperor took a breath, calmed down his anger, and said majestically: "What is the military situation? Tell me quickly."

The messenger raised his head. His forehead was red and swollen from the knock. He burst into tears before he could even open his mouth. "Border...Border..."

The messenger was crying so hard that he couldn't even finish his words.

Just this crying look confirmed everyone's guess.

The Minister of War stepped forward and took the initiative to ask for peace talks: "The border has been breached. If we allow them to go south and reach Hezhong and Henan counties, it will only make the disaster worse and cause unrest in the Central Plains! Why not negotiate directly?"

"I second the proposal!"

"I second the proposal!"

Civil and military officials all knelt down and expressed their desire for peace talks.

The young emperor clenched his hands tightly under his wide sleeves, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

Sister, sister, what are you doing? Where are you?

The messenger was obviously stunned by this scene, his eyes widened.

Seeing that the young emperor was about to speak, the messenger was afraid that this group of adults would destroy the good situation that General Gu had earned at the cost of his life!

The messenger hurriedly shouted, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty, for the great victory at the border!"

What happened to the border?

Where was the great victory?

The two words "border" and "great victory" together are like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated at the two ends of the Milky Way. How rare!

The Minister of War scratched his ears with his fingers and scolded loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, lying about military intelligence is a capital crime!"

Some civil servants looked at the emperor with suspicion. Could it be that the emperor had directed and acted this out himself?

Even Li Aotian, who was always calm and like a sculpture, seemed to be greatly shocked.

Ask yourself, if he were the commander of the border, under such unfavorable conditions, he could only hold on for two more days at most, and would never be able to turn defeat into victory.

When Master Tong heard the news, his brows were so tightly knit that he could almost pinch a fly to death.

On the contrary, the young emperor paused and was stunned for a moment, then he was so ecstatic that he got down from the dragon throne directly, helped up the kneeling messenger, and his voice was so gentle that it could drip water.

"Come here, quickly give this hero a seat! Don't worry, since this is a great victory at the border, you should sit down later, drink some tea, and tell me and all the gentlemen the whole process in detail!"

The young emperor emphasized the words "well" and "carefully".

Even the messenger understood what the young emperor meant.

The messenger sat trembling on the rose chair. At the top was the current emperor, and standing around him were officials who were rarely seen on ordinary days. Sitting next to him was the famous Grand Tutor Tong!

The messenger's calves trembled uncontrollably, his throat tightened, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He felt the eyes of the civil and military officials looking at him. They were not as happy as the emperor, but were full of doubt, fear and the desire to kill him.

The messenger's nose felt sore as he thought of his comrades who died in battle at the border, his fellow villagers who died tragically under the iron hooves of the northern border, and the great general who had gone deep into the grasslands to resolve the border crisis and whose whereabouts are still unknown!

A feeling of pride surged in the messenger's heart!

The messenger gritted his teeth. This time, he would definitely spread the heroic deeds of the general throughout Kyoto!