This Marshal of the Palace

"Master, these are the people I stayed in Xijiang. If you want to know anything, you can ask them. I promise to tell you everything." Sitting at the table, Yan Ci handed a piece of paper to Yan Huiyue, There are more than a dozen names written on it.

Yan Huiyue took the paper and stuffed it into her arms and put it away, her tone was a bit dignified: "I don't know how long it will take me to come back this time, it may be years or months, so don't rush into it here, be careful in everything."

"Tu'er knows." Yan Ci nodded, she would not rashly come forward until everything was clear.

Yan Huiyue and Bai Qingran left. Before leaving, Bai Qingran left a lot of wound medicine, and Yan Huiyue also told her many things that she had not told Yan Ci before.

"Qing Ling, I think I will go back to protect the city guard tomorrow." Yan Ci whispered while holding Ye Qingling half in the carriage as he sent the two out of the city gate.

"Your body..." Ye Qingling was a little hesitant. Although Yan Ci had been soaking in medicinal baths these days, his face was always pale for some reason. Even Bai Qingran couldn't see anything wrong.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. My wife said my pulse is normal and I'm in good health." Yan Ci smiled and hugged Ye Qingling on his lap, warming Ye Qingling's body with internal energy.

The familiar warmth clings to her body, Ye Qingling relaxes her body and leans against that soft bosom, Rou Yi tightly holds the pair of hands stretched out from behind: "You can go, the teacher has left a lot of warming medicine for your body, after you Don't let it go."

Yan Ci's complexion was bad and the one who felt the most distressed was Ye Qingling, who even asked Bai Qingran to order a few medicinal recipes for Yan Ci in different ways every day. If it was just a bowl every day, Yan Ci would be eaten as dessert. But Ye Qingling is not. He eats three meals a day, and each meal is a medicinal diet. After a few days, Yan Ci smells that smell and wants to run away.

"Is one bowl a day good? I'm tired of eating too much." Thinking of the medicinal diet that she had to eat every meal, her spine felt chills, and she didn't even have an appetite for the sweets she always liked.

"No." Ye Qingling refused verbally. She could compromise on other things, but she would never relax on Yan Ci's body.

Hearing this tone, Yan Ci knew it was impossible, he could only hold Ye Qingling limply, and the fine hair on her forehead fell on Ye Qingling's ears, making her unable to help scratching her ears.

"The location of the son-in-law's mansion has been selected, let's go and have a look." Ye Qingling suddenly remembered the son-in-law's mansion. Last time, the emperor seemed to say that the son-in-law's mansion is very close to the princess mansion.

Although neither of them knew the location of the Consort's Mansion, the coachman knew it. When they drove to the Consort's Mansion, which was still under construction, someone immediately recognized Princess Jinluan's carriage and greeted them.

Yan Ci jumped out of the carriage first, turned around and stood by the side and reached out to Ye Qingling who had already stepped out of the carriage: "Princess, come."

The outside is no better than the Princess Mansion, and the name Qingling can't be called casually.

The men who supported Yan Ci got out of the carriage, and Ye Qingling carefully looked at the consort's mansion, which was still rushing to work.

The gate of the mansion has been roughly built, similar to that of the princess mansion, and you can see many princess mansions when you walk in, but there are many other courtyards and wing rooms missing.

"What's the use of making it so big? I don't live here." Yan Ci muttered in a low voice as he looked at the vast consort's mansion. She would live with Qingling after marriage, okay? Make it so big What is the use of the consort's mansion?

Her voice is not loud, but it's not too small, and the few people around can hear it clearly.

Ye Qingling squeezed Yanci's hand with a smile and said softly, "Even if you don't live here, you still have to make noodles for the concubine. If there is anything you don't like, you can ask the craftsman to modify it now."

Following Ye Qingling around on the foundation of the son-in-law's mansion, Yan Ci looked at it and thought about how to modify it.

"Here, here, and there are all marked as school grounds." After reading it, Yan Ci swiped a big brush, and directly drew three connected places on the drawing, all circled as school grounds, and this The sum of the three places is half the size of the Prince Consort's Mansion.

"Ah? Son-in-law, this..." The supervisor was a little embarrassed holding the blueprint. Although there were many son-in-laws who built schools in the son-in-law's mansion in the history of Eastern Xia, they were only drawn out from a small piece. The circle is such a large area, and it is not a problem to raise hundreds of people in it.

"The son-in-law will build it, no need to say more." Ye Qingling looked at the embarrassing supervisor and said, and then asked Yan Ci softly, "Is there anything else that needs to be changed?"

"No need, such a school yard is enough." Yan Ci shook his head.

Back at the Princess Mansion, the first thing Yan Ci saw was a bowl of vegetable porridge on the table, in which the rice grains were full and the vegetable leaves were torn into uniform sizes and mixed with white rice. A very sweet but not greasy fragrance.

"Qingling." Seeing Congee Yanci's face instantly collapsed, she held Ye Qingling's hand and dragged her tone, listening pitifully.

"No, I have to eat." Ye Qingling remained unmoved, pulled out her hand and pinched Yan Ci's face, "Be good, be obedient."

Just three words of Yan Cizhi's obedient post, sat down obediently and drank from the bowl, the mouth is still familiar with the sweetness, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that this sweetness is different from the previous one.

Although the previous medicinal porridge was sweet, there would be a slight bitter taste in the mouth after it was sweet, and it was not too strong to blend with the sweetness. It's sweet, with no bitterness at all.

Looking up, she looked at Ye Qingling who had been sitting beside her with a smile in surprise, she didn't speak but all the questions she wanted to ask were included in her eyes.

"How is it? The taste should be different, right?" asked Yan Ci, taking out a handkerchief and wiping the rice stains around her mouth.

"Well, it's sweet, it's different from the previous ones." Yan Ci nodded, smacking his lips to taste the sweetness.

"Master said that you are afraid of hardship, so you put sugar cubes in your medicinal diet and boiled it slowly. This time, I asked them to change it to a different kind, thinking that the taste should change a little." Ye Qingling said, but she didn't know where to find out He took a candy and stuffed it into Yanci's mouth.

"Sweet." The candy melted in his mouth, and Yan Ci narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be enjoying it.

Early the next morning, Yan Ci changed into the military uniform he hadn't worn a few times, and under the supervision of Ye Qingling, he finished two bowls of medicinal porridge with a small bag of candy in his arms, and then rode his horse to the moat. The guard ran to the camp.

"Boss." Xining, who had been secretly guarding the door just after arriving at the camp, came over, with a familiar tone and a natural expression, not at all the respectful look he had shown to Yan Ci a few days ago.

"How about I not being with you for a while?" Although Yan Ci had already given the order, Yan Ci was too lazy to receive those news every day, so he didn't know much about the situation of his subordinates.

"There are only 37 people left." Xining lowered his voice, "The remaining 14 people have clean backgrounds and no bad habits."

Slightly nodding his head, Yan Ci looked at his school field, although there were the fewest people, but the training was the most serious.

"Take Yujue to pick up a suitable knife and tell her I'll be back later." Almost at the front of the barracks, Yan Ci whispered a word and strode in.

"This subordinate has met the general." Walking in, Wang Hua sat behind the table, holding a pen in his hand as if writing something.

"You did a good job. Taking Zhu Fatty's head can be regarded as comforting the souls who died under his sword." Wang Hua put down his pen and said slowly.

Dress up, you can dress up hard.Yan Ci cursed secretly in his heart, but what he said was another set of rhetoric: "General Xie for the compliment, the subordinates just did what they should do."

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wang Hua's eyes: "Bei Centurion has made great achievements at a young age, and now he has Princess Jinluan's help. I think this little city guard Bei Centurion will look down on him."

Pretending not to understand Wang Hua's words, Yan Ci had a smile on his face: "If there are no brothers fighting to the death, I'm afraid they will die tragically with only the strength of one subordinate, and even if this is the case, there will be heavy casualties. The hundred people who managed to get together There are only 37 people left intact."

The implication is that I don't have enough people, so quickly add more people to me.

"We will be able to adjust 63 people to supplement." Wang Hua also thought so.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ci shook his head: "In terms of manpower, the princess has already selected someone from the guards in the mansion to supplement it, so I don't need the general to worry about this."

Wang Hua didn't speak, but leaned back on the chair and waited for Yanci's next words.

"That is, those subordinates are the pillars of the family. Now they all died at the hands of Fatty Zhu. The wives and children in the family have no one to rely on. The city guards should have a way." Yan Ci smiled innocently, but his heart was already happy Overturned, go to his pillar, go to his wife and children, the money will be hers once you get it.

Yan Ci didn't see Wang Hua's hand under the table clenched tightly into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out to forcefully suppress the anger in his heart.

"50 taels per person, please send Beibaifu to their wives and children." Wang Hua stared fiercely at Yan Ci, and the words in his mouth seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

"Thank you General for the reward, but I don't know where the subordinate's share is?" Yan Ci seemed to be unable to feel Wang Hua's gaze, and continued to ask after saluting.

"Your Majesty's reward is currently in the treasury, and the Northern Centurion can take it back today."

"Yes, the subordinate will leave first." Yan Ci saluted with a smile, and quickly left the barracks.

"Don't be angry, general." Seeing Yan Ci leave, a person flashed out from behind Wang Hua.

"Mo Qi? As a general of the fourth rank, I was bullied by a junior so far, you still call me Mo Qi?" Yan resigned and Wang Hua no longer concealed his emotions. He slapped the table with his big hand Several cracks appear.

"It's just a little cleverness. It's really stupid to think you're smart but expose all your weaknesses." Yang Tai opened the folding fan and fanned it, his face full of pride and confidence.

"Weakness? What kind of weakness?" Wang Hua asked.

"Women, money and power, foundation." Yang Tai looked at the direction of Yan Ci's departure, "Princess Jinluan is recognized as the number one beauty in Eastern Xia, and the royal family is far superior to ordinary officials regardless of money and power. His appearance is not bad, his face is fair, and Princess Jinluan is just in love, so he can easily be hooked and get everything he wants with just some sweet words. But what if he loses the backing of Princess Jinluan?"

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Catch up, don't need to be really fragrant, oh yeah

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