His Majesty And Ministers

A few days later, Lu Baizang returned to the palace, and at the same time brought back the news from Wen Xueyi.

With the food and horses that Jing Ye sent to them, Wuhuan had the courage to fight against the Dayue Clan. At this time, the two clans were in a stalemate, and Dayue's intention to join forces with Zhao Mingde to take a bite at the northern border naturally came to nothing. Not only at this time, but in the next few years, the grasslands in the north will become the battlefield and judgment table between the two races.

Jing Ye casually took a look at the thank you form, and smiled: "This Wuhuan King, his sincerity is worrying."

Lu Baizang fed Jing Xiaoyun crispy cheese and said, "What?"

"A king of barbarians, the thank you form is more beautiful than the ministers in my court." Jing Ye flipped through it, "Who will believe it? Well... the words... are very sincere."

"Of course he can't write it." Lu Baizang put down the porcelain bowl, sat down and hugged Jing Ye, "Someone wrote it for him. I heard from Wen Xueyi that the new king has a Chinese advisor who advises him, otherwise how could he Can step on his brothers to ascend to the throne?"

Jing Ye nodded: "This way..."

"I heard that the counselor was very favored by King Wuhuan, and the two of them ate at the same table and slept together..." Lu Baizang leaned into his ear with a smile, and his thin lips touched Jing Ye's round earlobe, "Your Majesty said, the two of them... Wouldn't it be the same as us?"

Jing Xiaoyun swallowed the crispy cheese in her mouth, and looked at the two with big eyes.

Without looking back, Jing Ye raised his hand and slapped Lu Baizang on the face: "Yun'er is still here, please pay attention to me."

Lu Baizang put his arms around his waist, buried his head between his neck and shoulders, and began to make trouble out of no reason, commonly known as Sapo.

"How long has it been since you asked me to get close! I'm not by your side these days, someone who is close to the water will get the moon first, right? I worked hard for you outside, and you have new people here who forget the old... Huh, I'm back I didn't see how happy you were..."

Jing Ye: "..."

Lu Baizang looked like a resentful woman, his palms were gently and slowly twisting on Jing Ye's waist wrapped in a jade belt, trying to get inside.

Jing Ye felt uncomfortable being rubbed by him, pinched his wrist, turned his head and said, "En? How did I hear that when you go to Zhengzhou, there will be beautiful women who will lie on your bed at night?"

Lu Baizang's handsome face froze, and he said embarrassingly, "It's the rumor surnamed Gu..."

Jing Ye patted his hand and said, "Okay, I still have to go to the Imperial Study Room, you stay here and watch the two of them." Then he stood up.

Lu Baizang was startled, and said, "Aren't you angry?"

Jing Ye said, "Why are you angry?"

"..." Lu Baizang grabbed his hand, "That woman and I, you don't ask me and that woman..."

Jing Ye looked at him and said, "You..."

Seeing his calm expression, Lu Baizang was almost pissed off. He sneered and said, "That's right. I'm bored at night, so I'll have a good night with her, and I'll be alive. Next time I go back to Zhengzhou, I have to take good care of her."

Jing Ye was taken aback for a moment, looked at him, said: "It's up to you." Then he left.

Feng Ling went back to the mansion after going to court, and first went to the main hall to meet her mother.

The servant girl lifted the curtain with a smile, and said inwardly, "Master is back."

Mrs. Feng was leaning on a stone-blue lead pillow, comparing needlework with several older servants. Seeing him coming in, she smiled and said, "Come here Qingsheng, seeing that winter is coming after autumn, the girl said that those winter clothes in your closet are still I made it two years ago, and I am discussing with her to make some new ones for you."

Feng Ling went over to salute and said: "Thank you mother, mother must also pay attention to your body, don't hurt your god."

Mrs. Feng waved her hands and said with a smile: "I'm the only one, shouldn't I worry about you? While my old bones are still able to move, I will make some clothes for you. In a year or so, you will be married. It's up to your wife to do these things, and I, as a mother, can't get involved."

Other things are fine, Feng Ling couldn't help being startled when she heard the word married: "When will my son get married?"

"Aren't you getting married?" Mrs. Feng glared at him, "How old are you? Wulang of the Qin family is the same age as you, and the child can speak. I discussed with your father last night. Within six months, I must choose a door for you. Marriage, marry a virtuous girl early and come in."

Feng Ling couldn't refute her mother, thought of Jing Ye, but couldn't let it go, so she hurriedly said "Go back to the room first", and walked out regardless of Mrs. Feng's greeting.

In the evening, Mrs. Feng returned to her room to go to bed, and the old lady sat in front of the mirror and said, "I think the voice is a bit strange."

Elder Feng turned around and said, "I feel it too."

The old lady thought about it carefully, and said: "Could it be that you have a sweetheart outside?"

Mrs. Feng raised her head, and the old lady said: "Young man said that he goes back to the house every day when he goes to court, and he doesn't go out. He is the maid at home? It doesn't look like..."

The husband and wife looked at each other, but they didn't understand why.

Jing Ye went back to the palace very late to deal with affairs.

"Your Majesty." Ye Mao led the palace guards to welcome him into the palace, and whispered, "Young Master Lu is inside, and he hasn't slept yet."

Jing Ye paused and nodded.

Lu Baizang sat leaning against the window, which was open, and closed it with his hand when he saw Jing Ye coming in.

The palace servants stepped forward to remove his clothes and clothes, and after washing, all the palace servants withdrew, leaving only two people in the hall.

Jing Ye stood on the spot and thought for a while before stepping forward.

Lu Baizang didn't look at him.

Jing Ye leaned over and held his slender and distinct hand, and Lu Baizang moved his fingers.

Jing Ye said: "I don't ask, not because I don't care."

In the early morning of the next day, the maids stood guard outside the hall with face scarves and copper basins, and two maids standing side by side were secretly talking.

Maid A said: "Your Majesty had a quarrel with Mr. Lu yesterday. I don't know if we made up tonight."

Maid B smiled and said, "Reconcile early."

Maid A said: "How do you know?"

Maid B said: "Last night I followed Eunuch Ye to watch the night, and heard His Majesty say 'Gu Hong will not come back tonight'."

Maid A was at a loss: "What does this mean?... What else did Your Majesty say?"

Maid B said: "Your Majesty also said: 'Go away'."

Maid A and she looked at each other and had an epiphany.

As soon as the palace door opened, Ye Mao came out and waved his whisk to signal the palace people to enter the palace.

On the imperial bed, Jing Ye got up with disheveled hair on his temples, Lu Baizang turned over and hugged him and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, will my concubine help you get up?"

Jing Ye looked up at his smug face, gathered his strength, and kicked him off the bed.

"roll!"

Jing Ye didn't get enough sleep at night, and during the day he went up against a cloud of low pressure, and spoke in the same tone, which frightened several courtiers who wanted to speak out.

After a nap, I went to the imperial study as usual.Jing Ye approved the memorial, but the door was knocked twice, it was Ye Mao: "Your Majesty, Mr. Lin is asking to see you."

Jing Ye lowered his head and said, "Sure."

Lin Xiaosheng came in with several volumes of account books and put them on the desk in front of Jing Ye.

Jing Ye said: "This is..."

Lin Xiaosheng said: "The account book for taxation sent by the Ministry of Accounts."

Jing Ye took it over and looked at it, and there were marks made by Lin Xiaosheng everywhere on it.

Lin Xiaosheng said: "Corruption is too serious. Even though a lot of money has been 'cleaned' this time, in the long run, the treasury will still be in short supply and the people will be overwhelmed."

Jing Ye looked up at him, thought for a while, and said, "Give me the account book, and I will take a closer look."

Lin Xiaosheng said: "There are a lot of account books. Forgive me for being rude, how much does Your Majesty know about this matter?"

"Learn from ignorance." Jing Ye bit the bullet and said, "Let's see, I have an estimate in my heart."

Lin Xiaosheng looked at him with lowered eyes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If your majesty doesn't dislike it, why not go to the minister's palace to take a closer look, and the minister can also assist your majesty from the side."

This person can also laugh.

Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to his senses. Lin Xiaosheng laughed so hard that he was inexplicably embarrassed.

"...Okay, let's go."

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As a baby, Jing Xiaoyun kept a cute and cute appearance most of the time, as long as he had what he wanted at hand.

So he often looked down on Zhao Yueyue who was crying in the bed next door.

Just after midnight, there was a cry of a baby in the hall, and the drowsy maids who were guarding outside the green gauze cabinet woke up and looked up at each other.

"It must be that the young master is in trouble again." The maid in charge stood up, waved to the other court ladies, and pushed open the door covered with soft gauze, "Hurry up and bring some warm water."

Pushing open the door, Zhao Yue was lying on two small beds, holding his fists, crying.Jing Xiaoyun was lying on the railing of the small bed and looking out.

"My lord." The maid in charge hurried over, wrapped Zhao Yue in a quilt and picked her up, calling the maid behind her, "Wrap Your Highness in some clothes."

"Hey." The maid stepped forward and put a small jacket on for Jing Xiaoyun, who stretched out his hand with a sullen face and said, "Grass."

Maid: "?"

The manager smiled and said, "Your Highness thinks the young master is noisy."

The maid was stunned, and couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile.

Jing Xiaoyun sat on the bed arrogantly, not letting the maid hug him.

Zhao Yueyue was still crying and refused to drink water.

The maid said: "Go and report to Your Majesty?"

While coaxing the baby in his arms, the manager shook his head and said, "Your Majesty doesn't sleep much, and getting up late at night makes you feel sad, and the young masters are not happy."

The maid looked at the crying Zhao Yue, wondering: "But young master..."

Peaceful Palace Sleeping Hall.

Gu Hong opened his eyes, heard the faint crying outside, and frowned.

Jing Ye fell asleep nose-to-nose with him, and now he also opened his eyes and looked at him, his voice hoarse and helpless

Said: "I'm afraid it's Zhao Yue." Then he raised his head and said, "Ye Mao?"

Ye Mao bowed outside and said, "Your Majesty."

Jing Ye said: "Inside the side hall is..."

Ye Mao replied: "Young master."

Gu Hong held Jing Ye's hand and said softly: "There are palace people waiting for you. Your Majesty is resting. He will go to court at five o'clock tomorrow. What time is it now?"

Jing Ye paused, lay back on the pillow, closed his eyes for a while, and Lu Baizang beside him rolled over and hugged his waist.

After a while, the crying outside the hall remained.

Jing Ye let out a breath and opened his eyes to get up.Gu Hong pushed him hard with his hands, and said, "Your Majesty."

Jing Ye looked at him, Gu Hong's cold and soft hair fell down, caressing his cheek.

"This cry keeps going, and I can't sleep." Jing Ye patted his hand, and felt that he was releasing it with his own strength, so he got up and passed Lu Baizang, put on a coat casually by the bed, and stepped forward to push it away. The bead curtain goes out.

Outside the curtain, Ye Mao came up with the eunuch and said, "Your Majesty..."

As Jing Ye moved forward, the palace servants guarding the door hurriedly opened the door, and Jing Ye went straight out to the side hall.

It was late autumn, when the warm and fragrant sleeping hall came out, and the cold wind was blowing in the face, Jing Ye Jing Ye shivered in his clothes, bowed his head and stepped into the hall.

Zhao Yueyue didn't appreciate the court ladies' affection at all, and was still shouting.Jing Xiaoyun sat on the small bed and fiddled with the little wooden cart that Lu Baizang made to amuse him.

The palace guards behind Jing Ye closed the palace door.The maid in charge hugged Zhao Yue and turned around, blessed the palace people together and said, "Your Majesty."

Jing Xiaoyun raised her head, her eyes sparkled and she said, "Susu."

Jing Ye rubbed his head and said, "Be good."

Jing Xiaoyun stretched her neck, Jing Ye lowered her head with a smile, and kissed him on the forehead.

Zhao Yue in the maid's arms suddenly stopped crying, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Jing Ye with his mouth open.

Jing Ye went over, thought for a while, and reached out to hug him.

Zhao Yue shrank back and buried his head in the arms of the maid.

Jing Ye was helpless, retracted his hands and said to his palms: "Since you don't cry anymore, give me some water and put you to sleep."

The manager bowed his knees and said, "Yes."

Jing Ye glanced at Zhao Yue in the swaddling baby again, Jing Xiaoyun felt a sense of crisis inexplicably, threw away the car and grabbed the railing and shouted: "Susu."

Jing Ye scratched his nose and said, "Sleep, I will ask Uncle Lu to make milk for you tomorrow." Then he turned and left the hall.

Passing through the green gauze cupboard and exiting the hall door, a snow-white fox fur cloak was shaken off and covered him, accompanied by the man's complaint: "You don't stop at midnight, these little debt collectors."

Lu Baizang was a martial arts practitioner, his body temperature penetrated through the thin clothes, so Jing Ye couldn't help but lean towards him.

Lu Baizang tilted his head, and Jing Ye tilted his head to kiss his lips. The two held hands and walked quickly through the courtyard in late autumn.

After a nap the next day, Jing Ye went to Lin Xiaosheng's Yiyuan Hall to discuss finances.

Jing Ye was sitting in front of the desk, watching Lin Xiaosheng take account books one after another from the overcrowded bookshelf and put them on the table, dividing them into several stacks.

The little boy who served him stood by the gauze curtain, staring vigilantly at the emperor who was "fainted by color".

The smell of tea was lingering in the room, Lin Xiaosheng ordered the palace servants to bring a chair, sat beside Jing Ye, and said, "Your Majesty, you can look through it as you like."

Jing Ye said, "Is this all?"

Lin Xiaosheng said: "This is nearly three days."

Jing Ye: "..."

He took a copy casually, opened it to read, and couldn't help frowning.

Lin Xiaosheng said: "Over the years, the household department has suffered a deficit of several million taels, but the miscellaneous donations and taxes in various states are unfathomable."

Jing Ye pinched the thin paper of the account book and remained silent.

A majestic empire looks extremely powerful from the outside, but is empty inside.

Jing Ye thought for a long time, and said, "Cure."

"There are policies at the top, and countermeasures at the bottom." Lin Xiaosheng turned his head, and the phoenix eyes behind the crystal mirror were as clear as cold pools.

Jing Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Then think of a countermeasure policy."

After Feng Ling went to court and returned to her residence, she found that the house was much busier than usual.

The maids came and went, and when they saw him pass by, they all smiled and said, "Master."

Feng Ling stopped and said, "Today is..."

The leading girl said: "Madam invited the wife of the Yang family and the Feng family to drink tea, and they are chatting in the pavilion by the carp pond."

Feng Ling was stunned, recalling what Mrs. Feng said a while ago, and hurriedly said: "If mother calls me, just say I'm busy and can't meet guests."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Feng's personal maid came over and said, "Master, Madam asked you to come over."

Feng Ling had no choice but to go with the maidservant.

When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw that Mrs. Feng was pulling Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Feng to talk, and sitting beside her were the youngest daughter of the Yang family, Yuying, and the two daughters of the Feng family.

The maid reminded: "Madam, the young master is here."

Seeing Feng Ling, Mrs. Feng waved her hand and said, "Come here Qing Sheng, I'll meet your aunt and sister soon."

Feng Ling stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute. He was dressed in a crimson official uniform, which made his face as handsome as jade, and his tall body.

The two girls of the Feng family had already blushed.

The two wives Yang and Feng also nodded in satisfaction. Mrs. Feng smiled and said, "I know you young people don't like to listen to us old people talking, so why don't you take your three younger sisters for a walk in the garden?" The last sentence is right Three girls said it.

Feng Ling wanted to refuse Jing Ye's wiping, remembering what Mrs. Feng had said to him privately: "Aren't you married? There are so many people in the world, and there is no one you like?" Jing Ye's smile to him floated in front of his eyes, and every time The hand that came towards him for the first time.

The old lady waved her hand and said, "This child, why are you so startled?"

Feng Ling came back to her senses, looked at the dignified and elegant girls in front of her, her eyes were sad, and she said slowly:

"Yes."

It will be dark.

Jing Ye was sitting in the Hall of Yiyuan, flipping through an account book in his hand, asking Lin Xiaosheng from time to time.

Lin Xiaosheng sat on the side, watching Jing Ye go to pick up the pen, but touched the ink in the inkstone, stained his hand.

Just as Jing Ye was about to speak, Lin Xiaosheng had already ordered the little boy, "Go and bring a hot water towel."

The little boy looked at Jing Ye apprehensively, turned and left.

When hot water was brought, Jing Ye washed his hands slowly, and the hall was embarrassingly quiet.

Lin Xiaosheng suddenly said: "It's getting late, Your Majesty is returning to the palace..."

Jing Ye said: "Then I will..."

"Or stay for dinner?" Lin Xiaosheng picked up a towel and wiped Jing Ye's hands, still with an indifferent expression, but his demeanor was very natural, as if the two were already so intimate.

Jing Ye paused, raised his hands and said, "Thank you, Qing, I'm tired, I'd better go back earlier." Then he turned around.

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Snowing."

Lin Xiaosheng sat quietly on the bamboo chair, tapped the ink-smeared water, and spoke coldly.

Jing Ye wore a cloak and walked on the thin snow step by step.

Ye Mao followed behind and said, "Your Majesty, the road is slippery in the snow."

Jing Ye smiled and said: "It's okay, you are behind, follow me carefully."

Ye Mao asked stupidly: "Huh?"

Jing Ye couldn't help laughing, and walked forward.

There was a person coming towards him from a distance, without a cloak, snow fell on his hair and shoulders, and melted into snow to wet his clothes.

The man knelt on the ground on one knee and said, "See Your Majesty."

Jing Ye raised his hand to let him stand up, and asked, "Is the injury healed?"

"Healed up." Li Tingqiu raised his head to look at him, "Thank you Your Majesty for giving me the medicine."

"Okay." Jing Ye reflexively wanted to brush the snow off his body, but fortunately he moved his hand and shrank back.

"It's going to snow heavily." Jing Ye smiled and said, "Let's go back as soon as possible."

"Yes." Li Tingqiu responded stiffly, froze for a while, and said softly: "Even if the state affairs are troublesome, please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."

"En?" Jing Ye didn't react for a while, "What did you say?"

"Resignation." Li Tingqiu took a few steps back, turned around and strode away stepping on the snow.

Jing Ye: "..."

Today is really a special day.