after i found out my new wife was a man

Just after the beginning of autumn, the heat wave gradually subsided.

There is a forest outside Chang'an City, the trees are lush, the birds are singing, and there are endless vehicles and horses in the forest, and a small path has been trampled out.

There is a teahouse somewhere beside the trail. Although it is not big, its location is good, so most passers-by rest here.

"Let's say that on that day, above the Golden Luan Hall, the officials came to remonstrate—"

I saw a storyteller standing behind the desk in the center of the teahouse. He was dressed in a bright blue robe, his mustache kept shaking as he spoke, and his hands were as thin as winter branches. The sound is complete.

Seeing everyone listening attentively, the storyteller smiled contentedly, paused deliberately to whet his appetite, then picked up the folding fan on the desk and continued to speak——

"The leaders, of course, are the Marquis of Wu'an who no one knows who has power over the court, the Prime Minister of the current court, and General Xuanwei who just came back from northern Xinjiang."

"I saw the Marquis of Wu'an with a sharp voice, pointing at the emperor and questioning loudly: 'Divide the world into seventeen systems of soldiers and horses, and the seventeen generals will take turns to perform their duties. Within three years, it will be a disaster for the world!'”

"As soon as the words fell, all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty echoed. Suddenly, people's voices arose from the government and the public, but if you listen carefully, it is nothing more than some 'Jiangshan Sheji', 'not in line with the ancestral order', and 'take back the order' something like that."

Speaking of this, the storyteller patted the ruler again, his voice was ups and downs, twists and turns, and rising steadily, which taught people to hold their breath and concentrate, and not to move.

"At this moment, the Holy Majesty spoke. His voice was not loud at first, but his voice gradually overwhelmed the boiling pot, until finally all the officials were silent, leaving the voice of Long Live Lord to echo in the hall."

"I saw the sad face of the Long Live Lord, and his voice was full of teachings: 'Since the Taizu, the world has been peaceful for a long time. Worrying makes it hard to sleep."

"'The widow thinks that he is inferior to the ancestors, and his talents are not worth mentioning, but he still wants to do his best to do some insignificant things for the world.'"

"'The world has been peaceful for a long time, but the expenditure of the Ministry of War has basically not decreased, and the military system has become more and more cumbersome nowadays. Although the laws of the ancestors cannot be changed, if it can be a blessing for the community, it is not impossible for me to be the sinner.' "

The storyteller stroked the folding fan, and was so excited that he choked up a little.

"Our Lord Long Live stood up straight away, and his voice suddenly became louder, as if he wanted to wake up the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty: "In the peaceful and prosperous age, the military system was streamlined, one or two military expenditures were reduced, and it went to the Ministry of Households and used for the fields of the people. How can it be possible to reduce or exempt private taxes? How can this be the difficulty of the country and the world!"

"At that time, the whole court was silent, and the needle drop could be heard in the Golden Luan Hall. After a few breaths, all the officials of the full court came to their senses. With mixed feelings, they couldn't help crying. They all bent down and knelt down, shouting long live."

When the storyteller made the last note, he patted the ruler, and there was no sound in the teahouse for a moment, but suddenly there was thunderous applause, applause, and endless discussions.

I saw the round and rich people closest to the desk where the storyteller was, dressed as merchants, and kept applauding, and one of them stroked his beard and couldn't help sighing: "Long live God is so wise, it is really our blessing ah."

A little further away, another voice came out: "My family has cultivated the land for generations, and the land is our lifeblood. I don't understand what the policy is, and it has nothing to do with me as a farmer, but those of the Long Live God I understood what I said, so I want to ask one more question, how much is the military expenditure, can it be reduced?"

So looking around, the whole teahouse, no matter passing merchants, ordinary people, scholars in Confucian shirts, most of them were excited and clapped their hands incessantly. There were even a few children who were so surprised to see the crowd, although they didn't understand at all, But if you learn from others, you will almost slap your palms red.

There were only a few people who frowned and looked worried, but they were inconspicuous in this teahouse full of applause, and they could only be drowned in the applause.

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Above the first floor of the teahouse is of course a private room.

I saw two men sitting in Room No. [-], one was handsome with a sword on his waist, the other was dressed in brocade clothes and jade, but his eyebrows and eyes were thick and thick.

These two people, of course, are Xie Ling and He Yaoqing.

Today Xie Lingyu was finally Xiumu's turn, and it coincided with Qixi Festival, so he finally took He Yaoqing out for a walk. At noon, he came across a teahouse and was about to rest for a while, but he never thought that he would just listen to such a passage.

He Yaoqing listened to the voice from the lobby, concealed the sneer and sarcasm in his eyes, and sneered in his heart: It really doesn't make sense.

The military power was cut, and the Xie family, who had always been jealous, left behind a decree that was not only beneficial to himself and the royal family, but also harmful to all other countries and even the country and society in the long run. Finally, he was praised like this.

After leaving the palace for so long, "My lord father" is really the same as before, I really have to feel gratified.

He Yaoqing looked at the people downstairs, bored.

When he changed into men's clothes and stopped deliberately softening his face, the former beauty not only did not weaken, but even appeared a bit sharper.

But even so, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to recognize him as a woman.

He Yaoqing was so bored that he yawned. Of course he already knew about this decree. Not only that, he also knew who the storyteller standing in the audience was. Review discussion?

It's just... He Yaoqing turned his head to look at Xie Lingyu. This should be the first time this person has heard such words, right?

did you see it?This is the poor and ignorant people who are "satisfied as long as you can keep them safe".

As long as there are people guarding the northern border and keeping the people safe, no matter who they are—you, who once said such words, how will you feel when you hear those downstairs now?

Turning his head to look, Xie Ling frowned slightly, his eyelashes drooped, he pursed his lips without saying a word, his left hand tightly wrapped around the fabric of the cuff.

At noon, the fine sunlight slanted in from the window, like a majestic heavy rain, covering him all over the sky, and the frown reflected the light——

It seemed to show a bit of transparent fragility.

He Yaoqing knew in his heart that this fragility was fake, it was just a misunderstanding caused by the sunlight, but he still seemed to be fascinated by ghosts, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and when he came to his senses, the distance between the two was no more than a few feet away.

He Yaoqing seemed to be able to count the thick and long eyelashes of the person opposite.

Xie Ling turned his head, and was surprised to see his dark pupils, with a bit of fanatical and violent desire to explore and overflowing with gloom.

But in the next moment, this expression disappeared completely. The man put his shoulders on his shoulders, his pupils were full of concern and worry: "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Lingyu blinked his eyes.

Perhaps I was wrong.