The Queen's Prime Minister Raiders

The rules can't be messed up, no matter how much A Niang loves you, don't mess around. "

Saburo's eyes were red, like a rabbit: "Is it easy for me to go out of Beijing this time? If you don't come here to help you, you know how to teach me."

"Adoptives should know something interesting. Your surname is Qin, and you are called the elders of other parents, which makes people suspicious."

Saburo stood up angrily, slammed the door and left.

Angry or continue to be angry, the work still has to be done, the border is fighting, and the grain and grass have to be transported from several nearby states. Saburo supervises the grain and grass and never leaves.

Most of the hundreds of thousands of Mobei troops are still there, and the soldiers are all naked in honor of King Mobei's lifelong service.

When Ren Qianbai arrived, he saw the Mobei army rushing into the Houliang army, shouting and killing endlessly.It was meaningless to rush into the battle without any rules. Erlang came back with injuries and called out: "Uncle."

Ren Qianbai nodded, he was also dressed in heavy filial piety, and the people in Mobei couldn't find anyone wearing red and green these days.He thought for a while, and comforted the child, "Don't be too sad, the old man will live a long life, and he will be happy to have you by his side when he is old."

Erlang smiled wryly: "Should I have a long life, where is the blessing?"

A young man loses his mother, a young man loses his wife and father, and spends the rest of his life in white-haired people sending off black-haired people. Six times, and the seventh time sending away his only sister, he is truly lonely for a lifetime.

Hearing this, Ren Qianbai's son almost burst into tears, "You are his descendant, his hope, you can't do anything, since you love the old man, let's live a good life for him."

Erlang looked at the north with resolute eyes, now he is the king of Mobei, and he has a heavy responsibility, he must shoulder it.

San Lang gathered up enough food, grass, weapons and military supplies, patted his ass and went home, still did not say a word to Er Lang.

After telling Zhong Wan about Erlang's situation, Zhong Wan felt distressed: "Erlang is not here."

The prince said: "No matter how old he is, he will always step forward when there is no one in front."

Zhong Wan complained in a low voice: "There are people in front of you blocking you, so standing and talking won't hurt your back."

The prince scratched the broken hair on his forehead, tilted his head, and there was no rebuttal.

Anya had jumped on San Lang's body a long time ago, and the children didn't know how heavy the years were, so they leaned on San Lang and shouted: "Brother San, I want to go on the swing."

Saburo said with a stinky face: "Go, go, how can I have this time."

Anya refused to accept, "I want to go back with third brother!"

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys can no longer live in the palace. They left the palace to build a mansion last year. On the day the mansion was opened, Anya cried and wanted to stay. When she was carried home by Zhong Wan, she cried so heartbreakingly.

Zhong Wan was sour: "I just like Saburo, I am the one who coaxes you day and night."

Saburo doesn't like children at all, especially the smell of milk, so Zhong Wan pushed her away lightly, clearing her throat: "I'm going back, you must be obedient."

Anya nodded vigorously.

The concubine hugged Anya, and joked: "When Si Niang has a son-in-law, she can go out of the palace to build a mansion, and then she can play with brother."

Anya's eyes lit up: "Really? What is a son-in-law? When can I have a son-in-law?"

Zhong Wan almost sputtered, "Don't tease her, really arguing about getting married will annoy me to death."

Even if you want to marry, you are not yet old enough.

38. Xuanma pays homage to the prime minister

Mobei has been fighting, there are victories and losses, and the victories are mixed, but the large-scale has not yet broken out.Without Fang Zhuozi's right-hand man, his strength has been weakened visible to the naked eye. Liu Dai doesn't understand politics and military affairs, so he has no choice but to rule.However, his son Liu Ang showed some talent, confronting Erlang at the border, he felt evenly matched.

In Chang'an City, Qin Shu saw Prime Minister Mo's application for retirement, with a serious face.

The former Prime Minister Xia has passed away, and now there are three prime ministers, Prime Minister Mo, the former Minister of Rites Gao Qi, and the former Minister of Punishment.

Although she doesn't like to discuss things with the prime ministers, she can't read all the reports by herself. The prime minister is necessary. Now that old man Mo wants to retire, he must choose another prime minister. Maybe not only the prime minister, but also another one. The two prime ministers, otherwise this eventful autumn will be too busy.

After scanning around, um, it's time for Zhao Jiamin to be promoted, and it's time to make a reservation.

But what else?Who can be prime minister?

Qin Shu calculated her age, if she chooses a younger one, it is likely to be the one who will be left to the prince in the future, so she has to choose carefully.

Either the qualifications are too young or the personality is not suitable, I will be worried to death.

Turning and turning in the room, Zhong Wan felt dizzy: "Your Majesty! Why can't I sit down and think about it."

Qin Shu stopped suddenly and looked at Zhong Wan with fanatical eyes.

Zhong Wan had a bad premonition, Qin Shu's eyes were the same as when she figured out her scientific examination back then, "Your Majesty...you have something to say."

Thinking of doing it, Qin Shu issued three highest-level imperial decrees in a row. One was to allow Prime Minister Mo to beg for bones and bestow the duke with glory as before. Let's go.

When the imperial decree came out, there were heated discussions in the court, and no one particularly strongly opposed it.

The qualifications of the two should be enough, and the position is not too far away from the prime minister, which is not considered a promotion, but why are they both selected! ! !There are so many talents here, queen, are you blind and can't see? ? ?

As long as she wished, Qin Shu was willing to admit that she was blind. After receiving this imperial decree, Zhong Wan ran to Qin Shu in a panic, shouting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't make fun of me."

Qin Shu snatched the imperial decree: "Is this called having fun?"

Zhong Wan muttered: "Somewhat similar."

Qin Shu threw the imperial decree cloth on her head, "Do you want to accept it?"

Zhong Wan was restless: "This can't be done randomly."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that the history books will write me as a demon concubine. Once I'm determined, all kinds of bad things will come out." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qin Shu, "Do you think you can escape? Empress, I don't know if you have nothing to do and what's wrong with you?" How will the literati who are jealous of you arrange and write all kinds of unofficial histories to mock and insinuate, saying that you are a foolish emperor, and later generations will believe you, thinking that you are really bad, and no amount of merit will be used."

Qin Shu: "...I thought you should be mentally prepared when I accept the concubine."

The concubine of the empress, whether male or female, sounds strange, Zhong Wan raised her head and looked around, "This is not the same, no matter how the harem is, the focus of staring is not here."

Qin Shu looked at her with a slightly complicated look: "You care about the opinions of future generations, so you are willing to only have the title of concubine for the rest of your life?"

Zhong Wan was puzzled: "I am now one of the nine ministers, how come I only have the title of concubine?"

"The name of the harem is the first rank, and the official position is from the third rank. Naturally, it is higher. And, as you said, history books can be tampered with."

Becoming a prime minister can leave a deeper mark in the history books. Maybe, in the future, she can get a joint burial with this. The concubine's mausoleum is too far away from her imperial mausoleum.

Zhong Wan took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, you are a king, how can you pay homage to your prime minister for personal gain?"

Qin Shu: "Not exactly. I really don't have a good candidate for the prime minister. Come on."

Zhong Wan couldn't believe it: "What?!"

Qin Shu walked in front, and Zhong Wan chased after, "Your Majesty! I beg you! Honglu Temple is very good, free and at ease, why do you have to let me be Lao Shizi's Prime Minister?"

"You just want to be lazy, and you don't want to see how hard I work."

"No, me, what can I do?"

"I'll say yes."

"I really don't want to be written as a sycophant by a genius who has suffered from plague, please!"

"I will also be written as a faint king, so why not you are a sycophant?"

Zhong Wan: "..." It sounds like a perfect match, can the problem of digging holes for yourself be cured?

Bite the bullet and accept the imperial decree, and I have to put on an arrogance that I should take on this important task. Zhong Wan and Zhao Jiamin looked at each other with wry smiles, they were not that kind of material.

On the platform where the queen drove the ducks to the shelves, the two did not say a word, and established a revolutionary friendship in their eyes.

Saburo and Anya are like guardians, standing by Zhong Wan's side.The prince looked at their happy faces and smiled gently.

Now that she has become the prime minister, she has to work hard. Inspired by the trade in the Western Regions, Zhong Wan felt that the southeast ports could also be developed. In fact, many people are already doing shipping, but the customs inspection is very strict, and the tariff is extremely high.

Qin Shu glanced at her silently, then lowered her head.

Zhong Wan: "What look?"

"In terms of how to fill the treasury, we are really careful."

Zhong Wan pursed her mouth: "It means I'm stingy. It's better to save money than to increase income. More money and food will reduce the pressure on the border. Your Majesty, you said that Erlang is a child who supports the border of Mobei by himself. You don't care about how hard it is? You know? Bullying subordinates, not doing something serious..."

Qin Shu: "..."

The prime minister has the responsibility to persuade the emperor, the prime minister has the responsibility to persuade the emperor, and the prime minister has the responsibility to advise the emperor.

After silently reading it three times, Qin Shu growled, "Shut up!"

Zhong Wan closed her mouth, and handed her an arm-high brochure: "The first book is about tax reduction and exemption for the border states, the fourth book is about the water transportation of salt, iron, grain and tea, and the No. 13 book is an agreement between Shandong and Dongying. Commerce, cultural exchange..."

Qin Shu interrupted her: "I, myself, look."

Zhong Wan shrugged, "Please."

Speaking of which, it's time for Anya to go to school. Her own father is a great Confucianist, so she must be good. With this in mind, I ask the prince teacher who is about to lose his job to continue teaching Anya.

Princess Anya of Lanling has had a fairly smooth life since she was born, and school is no exception. After she was enlightened, she officially went to school. The teacher explained the book of rites to her. She pointed to the "Lu Shi Chunqiu" on the bookshelf, "My brothers all learn this. Also."

The teacher said: "I will learn later, the princess first learns the etiquette, and the princes also start from this."

Anya: "Reading has no name, it's just from the heart."

Teacher: "Learn to walk before learning to climb. People are impetuous. It is absolutely not advisable."

Anya: Huh.

After talking for half a year, Anya couldn't bear it any longer. She became dizzy when she saw the book, and she skipped class to go out to play every now and then. On this day, she was passing through Dongshi, and a Taoist priest said beside her: