Through the palace of the king of subjugation

Perhaps it was because of returning to the familiar tent with a comfortable big bed, Bai Gull fell asleep and slept until the next afternoon.

His body was in good shape, and he had recovered after resting. He lazily touched his forehead on the bed, and the fever subsided.

There was a copper basin and towels on the basin rack in the corner of the tent. Bai Gull was not a very particular person, so he went up to see the clear water in the basin, and took a handful to wash his face.

It was cool and cool, like spring water in the mountains, as if it instantly washed away the tension and absurdity of the past two days, as well as a little exhaustion.

He raised his neck, water droplets dripped down his distinct jaw line, rolling all the way into the skirt of his clothes, with a hint of coolness.

I don’t know who has drawn the water, and I don’t want to use someone else’s clean veil. He unrulyly wiped the water from his face with his arms crossed. Turning his head, he saw a dumbfounded maid standing by the curtain of the tent. .

The girl looked young, her cheeks were a little pink and she was staring at herself, and there was a bowl of steaming porridge on the tray in her hand.

"Zhi..." The maidservant Bai Gu turned her head, bowed her head hurriedly and said: "This servant has seen Mr. Jiji."

The white gull was a little stunned, where did this come from?

"The handkerchief you prepared..." The servant girl whispered, "Why don't you use it? Is there something wrong?"

"Ah?" Bai Gu was surprised, and immediately felt that this seemed impolite, he cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Is it all prepared for me?"

The maid nodded respectfully and answered "yes", and said, she stepped forward, put the hot porridge and a few dishes of side dishes on the table, and said softly: "My lord, hold the halberd while it's hot."

The white gull stepped forward, picked up the spoon and fiddled with the porridge in the bowl, scallops, beef tendon, and fish fillets, all ingredients, a few dishes of vegetables and a small cup of stew beside him, he lifted the lid to have a look , like pigeon soup.

The more Bai Gu looked at it, the more he frowned. He remembered the bowl of sweet white porridge before.

The things in this palace are different after all, but I just committed a crime, so why is the treatment getting better and better?

Shouldn't it be enough to stop eating...

"Your Halberd is injured, so your diet needs to be lighter." The maid seemed to be clever, and seeing the doubts on the white owl's brows, she hurriedly explained: "These are all ingredients for nourishing the body, and they can make you better sooner. My lord first Try it, if there is anything wrong, you can tell Xiaohui."

"Your name is Xiaohui?" Bai Gu sat down with his chin pointing, staring at the food on the table thoughtfully.

"Yes." Xiaohui replied meekly: "My lord has been injured recently, or if you are not familiar with the layout of the hunting camp when you go out, you can tell your slaves."

The more Bai Ou thought about it, the more something went wrong, when will you buy one get one free for this decapitated meal, and give a maid for nothing?

Could it be that Li Yu was afraid that he would run away again, so he sent someone to watch him?

But what's the use of sending such a half-grown girl here?

The porridge bowl and the opened stew pot exude the aroma of food. Bai Gull slept for most of the day and felt really hungry. Fortunately, he has always been able to live with the situation——

Die and die!Anyway, be a full ghost!

A table of "supplements" was dealt with three times, five times and two times. After Xiaohui packed up the dishes and left, Baiou fell asleep again; when he was woken up again by human voices, Wu Jinxi was sinking again.

"Master Jiji?" Xiao Hui called softly from the couch, "Wake up."

Bai Guu opened his sleepy eyes and didn't react for a while, he was used to living alone, when he suddenly saw a woman standing beside the bed, he jumped up from the bed in fright.

"Scared Mr. Jiji?" Xiao Hui hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "Damn this servant!"

"Don't, don't, don't—" Bai Gu shook his head to wake up, and raised his hand to wake Xiaohui up, "I'm just not used to sleeping... There are people beside me..."

"Yes, servant girl knows." Xiaohui still bowed her head obediently after getting up, "Servant servant will pay attention in the future."

"Small things, small things..." Bai Ou waved his hands awkwardly, really not used to being confessed like this all of a sudden, "Um... do you have something to do?"

"It was Yao Nei who brought the imperial physician to see Sir." Xiaohui turned her head and looked in the direction of the curtain, "Is it convenient for Sir now?"

convenient?

Bai Ou twisted his neck, he really didn't understand what Li Yuyu wanted to do.

Xiao Yao brought the imperial doctor into the tent, and Bai Gu tried to insinuate and play both soft and hard ways, but he didn't get in, and Bai Gu didn't ask even half a nutritious word.

So far, this question has been bothering Baiou.

Probably because he slept too long during the day, this night, he suffered from insomnia, and looked at the roof of the tent with his forearm on his pillow.

It can be said that he has made up for his mistakes by not being punished for committing crimes, but isn't the current treatment too much?

What kind of medicine is sold in the little emperor's gourd?

Free and easy like a white gull, naturally he is not someone who tosses and turns and sleepless nights because of a problem, since he can't figure it out...he simply turned over and sat up——

Then ask to understand!

After stepping out of the camp, Bai Ou felt even more uneasy.

The surroundings of his camp were silent all night, and he walked in and out freely without any hindrance, and the little emperor didn't want to keep an eye on him at all.

He fled "vigorously", and hundreds of people searched the mountain, as if it was really the "lost" that Li Yu blurted out, so ordinary.

The moon and stars were sparse, and the ugly time had passed, and he saw from a distance that the candles in the king's tent had dimmed.

He had heard Xiao Yao mention several times before, intentionally or unintentionally, that the little emperor always couldn't sleep well at night; with a little luck, he still touched the vicinity of the king's tent and saw Xiao Yao who was guarding outside the tent.

When the masters in the palace rest in the inner room at night, there are always maids and servants on duty in the outer room, and occasionally take a nap, in case the master wakes up in the middle of the night and has orders, Bai Gu knows this rule; It's winter, and the night is extremely cold, why did Li Yu send Xiao Yao outside the tent to suffer from the cold?

Is it an addiction to toss the people around you?

He watched from a distance, it was so late, and Xiao Yao didn't rest, staring around vigilantly.

The entire king's tent is full of strange vigor.

He remembered the masked assassin before...

The little emperor has had a bad year, so something happened again, right?

He tiptoed around in a big circle, avoiding Xiao Yao's eyes, sneaked to the window where he found the assassin last time, and "familiarly" opened a corner of the curtain.

There was only a very dim small candle burning in the tent, and the two of them leaned together next to the desk and stared at something on the desk.

Bai Gu couldn't see that thing clearly, but he recognized Li Yu who was facing him at a glance, and another person whose back was facing him...

"Your Majesty, this is already the most streamlined plan made by the old minister and the disciples in the mansion who worked tirelessly day and night."

Bai Gu couldn't see it, but he recognized the voice, it was Chen Jin.

"The rivers in Wujun and Lin'an are silted up, and the embankments are in disrepair. This is a major project and the root cause of the floods in the south of the Yangtze River; most of the canals for irrigating the farmland were destroyed due to years of disrepair and last year's flood. Every piece of this pile needs money. .”

"Last year's floods in the south of the Yangtze River almost emptied the national treasury; the canals were destroyed, and this year's reported harvest is not as good as before. If there is another disaster next year, I am afraid that the national treasury and the people will not be able to withstand it."

"Although repairs are costly and labor-intensive, as long as we survive next summer and Wujun and Lin'an have a bumper harvest, we will be able to recover."

"It's the last season of our chance to enter the winter farm slack—"

"Your Majesty! Don't hesitate any longer! Make a decision early!"

Different from the calm and adaptable response to the assassin before, the white gull was completely stunned.

What they were talking about was actually the lead/fire/suo that led to the upheaval of Shang Ning's subjugation less than a year later?

It shouldn't be like this...

This is not the case in the history books!