Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

The mulberry and elm left in the east corner are also harvested

In the following days, Qi Yan began to be busy.

The Ministry of Industry is the most special among the six ministries. All the officials of the Ministry of Industry have to go to a place called the Art Museum to study for a while before taking office, and the two positions of Minister and Minister of the Ministry of Industry require personal participation. After the construction of the fortifications, Qi Yan sat in the position of servant without knowing anything, and many people disapproved of her.

After surveying Cao Gong's waterway, the craftsmen silently passed the drawings over Qi Yan to other officials of the Ministry of Industry. In their view: Qi Yan's appearance in the disaster relief list was just to increase his resume and facilitate his promotion. It's hard not to think about this big tree.

What everyone didn't expect was that Qi Yan appeared at the construction site when the rainstorm first broke.

He took off his long gown and replaced it with a thick short one, tied his hair neatly on the top of his head with a simple headband, and stepped on the muddy mud to the middle of the craftsmen.

At first the craftsmen were not used to it, so they paid attention to Qi Yan the whole time and guessed what the son-in-law was doing.

But Qi Yan doesn't care about the eyes of others, but she has to go through all the blueprints produced by the craftsmen, and she doesn't hide anything she doesn't understand. .

How could those mud-legged people have received such courtesy, each of them knew everything, and they were even more serious than their own direct disciples, and they took out all the hard work they had under the box.

Qi Yan frantically snatched up knowledge, and within half a month had already grasped the general knowledge of the Ministry of Industry.

An old craftsman came to Qi Yan with a blueprint: "Master Minister, here are the latest survey data and the blueprint of the drainage gate, please have a look."

Qi Yan took the drawing and looked at it carefully, pointing to one place and asked: "How many years can the three-section gate be supported?"

The craftsman puffed up his chest and replied proudly: "My lord, please rest assured that although it is tenon-jointed, there is no gap at all, but things like wood can't stand being soaked in water for many years, and they won't break out in about five years." questionable."

Qi Yan nodded: "Ask the carpenters to use some snacks, don't put the gate in the water after it's done, I want to see it myself."

Craftsman: "Yes!"

Qi Yan stood fifty steps away from the city wall, and the craftsmen on the battlements were stacking stones. She stood with her hands behind her back and looked up at all of this. In the eyes of others, the minister of the Ministry of Industry was performing the duty of supervision, but in her heart, it was another matter. A scene.

Twelve years ago, the iron hooves of the Wei people ruthlessly tore open the grassland. They used this kind of offensive to stand tall, making the brave charge of the grassland warriors futile.

She finally had the opportunity to come into contact with these... If the compatriots in the grassland had not had such deep-seated prejudice against the southerners, and organized a group of people to come out to learn their knowledge, would the ending have been rewritten?

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Similar to what Qi Yan expected, the 80 taels of disaster relief money allocated by the imperial court was not enough at all, less than half of it was spent just to repair Jinzhou.

Afterwards, Nangongwang would frequently ask the court for money according to her strategy, but Nangongda would definitely not satisfy the request...

Nangong Rang's sudden illness was beyond Qi Yan's expectation, but as long as Nangong Rang is still alive, the second prince's life will be temporarily recorded.

Everything is still under her control.

Qi Yan looked up at the sky, and the sky after the heavy rain showed a rare azure blue.

There are many counties and counties affected by the disaster this time, and I am afraid it will take more than half a year to return to Beijing... Before leaving, Ding You told her that Nangong Rang's health was fine, so she didn't have to worry.

But at this moment, the person she misses the most is Nangong Jingnv.

On the other hand, a series of incidents happened in the palace, which made the whole court situation more and more unpredictable.

First of all, Nangongrang revised the old system again. Originally, there could only be one noble concubine at most in the inner court, but Nangongrang wanted to make Nagus Jiya the noble concubine Ya on the premise of not abolishing Concubine Hui.

In order to preside over this matter, Nangong Rang, who had been ill for a long time, went to the court in person. Although he didn't say a word during the whole process, let Sijiu read out his own edict in front of the imperial court.

The reason was that although Yafei was of a foreign race, she had been serving him wholeheartedly since she fell ill, and her loyalty was commendable.

Concubine Hui personally presided over the grand ceremony for conferring a noble concubine. At the end of the edict, Nangong Rang added a sentence: This is my family's business.

One sentence blocked the mouths of many old children.

Another thing is: Nan Gongrang changed his previous frugal style and ordered the Ministry of Industry to restore the Weiming Palace regardless of the emptiness of the national treasury.And before the repair of the palace was completed, Fengzao Palace, which had been vacant for many years, was restructured, and the plaque of Weiming Palace was temporarily hung up, so that Nangong Jingnv could move back to the palace.

With this imperial decree, all civil and military officials are like seeing flowers in a fog.

However, it has long been known that Nangong Rang cherishes his daughter-in-law. In addition, Nangong Jingnv belongs to her daughter's family. Although it is unreasonable and harmless for a married princess to live in the palace.

It was only the second day after Nangong Jingnv moved back to the "Weiming Palace", Nangong Rang made a decree for her: let her accompany him to have lunch every day.

After lunch, Nangong Rang called Nangong Jingnv to the study of Ganquan Palace. He was not in good health and could only half lean on the rattan chair, looking sideways at Nangong Jingnv.

There were only father and daughter in the study, and there were various books on the bookshelf next to it, which looked a little cold and gloomy, and Sijiu personally stood by outside the study.

Nangong Jingnu: "Father wants your ministers to come, why?"

Nangong Rang closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, his fingers twitched occasionally as dry as old bark, and with heavy breathing, his throat made the sound of "gulu" and "gulu" from time to time.

Nangong Jingnv waited patiently with bated breath, and after an unknown amount of time, Nangongrang slowly opened his eyes, with many complicated emotions pouring out of his cloudy old eyes, he raised his hand and pointed to the table.

Nangong Jingnv walked over and saw a stack of memorials on the imperial case, so she persuaded: "Father is still ill, these matters should be left to Fifth Brother."

Nangong let out a barely audible sigh, and pointed to the memorial. Nangong Jingnv couldn't resist her father, so she picked up the top one and handed it over with her hands.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Rang shook the memorial in front of Nangong Jingnu, and with a blunt tongue, he squeezed out a vague word: "Read!"

Nangong Jingnu was puzzled: "Father?"

Nangong Rang: "Read!"

Nangong Jingnu had no choice but to take the memorial and read aloud: "The first year of Jingjia, April [-]th..." Her brows twitched, it turned out to be an old newspaper.

The memorial is a translation. In fact, the memorial was written by Nagus Erihe, the former envoy of Kyushu. He described the situation in Luobei at that time.

Nangong Jingnu: "Father, the reading is over."

Nangong let out a "huh" and sat up straight with difficulty. A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes as if he wanted to say something, but his physical condition did not allow it.

He panted for a while, took the memorial in Nangong Jingnv's hand and threw it aside, raised his finger again and pointed to the memorial on the imperial case: "Read!"

Nangong Jingnu: "Yes..."

Nangong Jingnv read nine memorials in a row, her mouth was dry.

Fortunately, there was only the last copy left on the imperial case, Nangong Jingnv secretly took out the memorial and read it with a long breath.

These ten memorials are all old newspapers without exception, and the scope of coverage is extremely wide, and there is no connection between them. Nangong Jingnv can't figure out her father's intentions, but she still reads them all.

Nangong Jingnu: "Father, the reading is over."

Nangongrang uttered a vague "um" from his throat, with a somewhat hoarse and viscous tone.

He touched Yu Ruyi on the imperial case and knocked twice on the gold brush holder. With a "squeak", the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, and Sijiu walked in quickly, facing Nangong Jingnu After a salute: "His Royal Highness, please go back."

Nangong Jingnv glanced at Nangong Rang, who had no objection and gave a deep blessing: "Daughter resigns."

Sijiu personally sent Nangong Jingnv to the outside of the main hall, and said humbly: "Your Highness, please stay a while, this old servant still has something to say."

"Forty-Nine Father, please tell me."

Sijiu lowered his figure again, and said softly: "If others ask your highness, why do you come to this Ganquan Palace every day, how should your highness answer?"

Nangong Jingnv immediately understood the meaning of the words, and Qi Yan's gentle expression flashed in her mind for some reason: "I said to have lunch with Father, and then I chose a book to read to Father .”

Sijiu laughed, and the drooping old skin was covered with wrinkles, which was a bit scary: "That's the best, let the old slave remind the little Highness, the external caliber must be unified, even if it is under the Zhuohua Highness, the little Highness must so."

Nangong Jingnu: "I see, thank you, Eunuch."

After leaving the main hall, Nangong Jingnv suddenly stopped and looked back after walking down a section of high steps.

Ganquan Palace is still the same as before. She has walked these 81 steps for countless times, and she is so familiar that she will not fall with her eyes closed, but some things have changed unconsciously.

Although Nangong Jingnv was a bit late in enlightening her mind, she still has an exquisite heart. It's just that she doesn't want to think deeply about it many times... At this time, she has an intuition deep in her heart: such days may become the norm.

What does the emperor want to do?In fact, Nangong Jingnv had a vague guess in her heart, but just like before, she didn't think deeply about it.

The new site of Weiming Palace is not far from Ganquan Palace. Nangong Jingnv simply abandoned her sedan chair and walked until she completely walked out of the boundary of Ganquan Palace, before she could vaguely see some greenery, and occasionally birds swooped down and burrowed back into the tree canopy.

Nangong Jingnv began to miss Qi Yan, the branches were still bare when he went out.

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Although it was not far away, it took less than half an hour to walk back. Nangong Jingnv went directly into the study to get a pen and paper and decided to write a letter home to Qi Yan.

Unknowingly, she wrote what happened today in the letter, she is used to asking Qi Yan for his opinion when encountering important matters.

After finishing the last stroke, Nangong Jingnv fell into deep thought as she looked at the gradually drying ink.

She read the letter carefully again, took the teacup beside her and tilted her wrist, and the yellow-blue tea poured onto the letter, and it was dense for a moment, and then she couldn't read a single word clearly.