Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

"Then you really decide to choose her? Although you have known each other since childhood, but the royal family is not easy, are you sure you can control her?"

Fu Yanqing smiled slightly: "Why, didn't you just take a bite of my little highness? Why do you say it like this?"

"If she really becomes your little majesty, I'll be relieved." After speaking, her eyes turned slightly: "However, you should have seen her. Since you have chosen her, it means that the majesty is different. Every sound."

Thinking of Zhao Ziyan, Fu Yanqing's expression softened a lot without realizing it, and she whispered, "I'm just a fool, and a bit bad."

Sheng Yu raised his brows and looked at the unconcealable gentleness in his friend's eyes, even with a little bit of pampering, and couldn't help but think about it. The evil meaning was a bit subtle.

When leaving from Shengji, Sheng Yu whispered a few words to Qin Bo. Qin Bo nodded, bowed to Fu Yanqing, and said respectfully: "My boss, in a few days, I will run the shops with Miss Qin. Let me talk about the situation in detail with you."

Fu Yanqing returned the gift: "I have troubled Qin Bo."

Sheng Yu sent her out of Sheng Ji and said warmly: "I will look for you in a few days. Although you have changed your appearance, you still have to be cautious, especially if you and His Royal Highness Nine, it is best to contact privately."

"I know that you have to be careful too. Although there is no leakage of information about the account book, you should also be careful. Zhao Mojian is not a person who waits for a while."

"Do not worry."

On the way back, Fu Yanqing had not spoken, and Fu Yang had been silently following her.

"Fu Yang?"

"What's the master's order?"

"Write a letter to Doctor Yue, if possible, let the Shadow Guard send him to Beijing, saying that his life is at stake."

"Life is at stake? What discomfort does the master have?" Fu Yang said anxiously.

"It's not me, don't worry, you just write a letter."

Zhao Ziyan went to court today. Seeing that her face was not good, Jingdi rarely asked a few questions. Regarding the expedition to the Western Territory, Zhao Ziyan also asked Zhao Ziyan to talk about her views. Although she didn't express her position much, she was in the eyes of the first minister, but she was not thinking about it. The Nine His Royal Highness was alone, without a mother and concubine, not to mention having a family influence. Since entering the dynasty, his sense of existence is quite low. Now his majesty's attitude has changed sharply, and these people are secretly speculating about the holy will.

Previously, Zhao Mojian proposed to take out some private possessions in her mansion as the army's salary for the Western Expedition. This time, the ministers all reported the silver liang that they could take out. Emperor Jing sat on it and listened to them whether they were worried or passionately generous. The words, his expression was quite satisfied, but his eyes were dull and unclear.

Zhao Mojian donated most of the treasures bestowed by Emperor Jing and Concubine Xiao in these years, as well as the decree of being an emperor.

As for Zhao Ziyan, how much she has in these years, Emperor Jing knew well, looking at the two thousand taels of silver written by Zhao Ziyan, he was a little surprised. An emperor can only take out two thousand taels, which is really miserable. Even the sixth rank ministers in the court have at least 800 taels. But for Zhao Ziyan, who had no real job and no other rewards, it really surprised him that he took out two thousand taels at a time.

Looking at the booklet, Emperor Jing did not say directly, but said warmly: "Zi Yan, it's hard for you to come up with so much."

Zhao Ziyan said sternly: "The children were born in the royal family, and they were blessed by the emperor. The food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged, and it does not require much expenditure. I have kept all of the regulations over the years, plus some unnecessary objects in the mansion. Minato also has these. The frontier officers were born and died for my Daxia, but they often worry about the food. The children cannot go to the border, so they can only do a little bit. And compared to the generosity of the adults, the children are really ashamed."

"It's rare for you to have this heart. You were always silent before. In these days of entering the dynasty, I have never let you experience it. Take this opportunity, I will leave it to you about the military payment in the Western Territory, and you may do it well. ?"

When Emperor Jing said this, there was an uproar below. The preparation of the Western Border Army's salary was the most critical step in the Western Expedition. Nowadays, even though the high-ranking nobles have raised a part, the purchase and delivery of grain is still a problem. Nine His Royal Highnesses who have been through these matters.

"Your Majesty, although the Nine His Royal Highnesses are smart, they are young and have insufficient experience. The Western Expeditionary Army's military salary is the lifeblood. I hope your Majesty will think twice!" The servant Zhang Qishan immediately stepped forward with a worried expression on his face.

The ministers also whispered to each other in detail, and then before Shang Shuling spoke, the Zhongshu ordered Li Fu to walk out of the queue slowly, arching his hands and steadily saying: "Your Majesty, listen to the minister."

Emperor Jing was originally very upset, but he was visible, but he still patiently said, "Li Aiqing, please."

"Your Majesty wants to exercise the heart of His Majesty the Nine. The old minister understands that although His Royal Highness seldom handles affairs, he has a calm temperament. The previous performances are enough to show that His Royal Highness is not a reckless person. Therefore, what His Majesty said is all right. However, Lord Zhang's words are not unreasonable, and military affairs must not be careless. The minister thought that your majesty could send another person to handle this matter together with your majesty."

Doctor Yu Shi also opened his mouth and said: "The minister thinks this is feasible for Master Zhongshu."

Seeing what Li Fu said, some people at the bottom also began to agree. Although there were also objections, it gradually subsided.

Emperor Jing nodded, but his eyes fell on the princes and princes below. He has been in poor health over the past few years, and it is time to consider the crown prince. He had planned before, but because many people were restless, he could only procrastinate. It will be useless to drag it down now.

Zhao Qingshu seemed very calm, but he was no more relaxed than Zhao Mojian. He originally thought that Zhao Ziyan was definitely not a threat to him, but Jingdi suddenly paid attention to Zhao Ziyan, which was really abnormal.

After hesitating for a moment, he went out and saluted: "Father, my son is willing to assist the Nine Emperor's Sister and deal with the military expenses together."

Emperor Jing pondered for a moment, but suddenly said: "Apart from this matter, the case of the Xuan family colluding with the court ordering official to sell private salt privately has not yet been thoroughly investigated. The fourth child is too impatient, and the case is very involved. Let one of you go to the trial. Dali Temple has put the officials involved in the case in prison and is waiting for the trial to begin."

Nowadays, several brothers and sisters, the eldest prince is no longer in the court, and the eight princes are weak in body and mostly rest in the Buddhist halls. In other words, only a few of them can be appointed. .

Zhao Qingshu lowered his eyebrows and thought carefully. Although he was more able to express himself in the matter of military payment, the risk was also great. After all, delaying the war was a big sin. Moreover, in the case of private salt, who can guarantee that his hands are clean, if he can intervene, it will undoubtedly benefit himself.

Zhao Mojian is not stupid. She is more anxious than anyone else in the case of private salt. In recent years, she and her mother and concubine have used a lot of coercion and temptation to win over the ministers of the DPRK. Once it is traced to the end, it is by no means a trifling matter. However, the concubine of the Western Expedition paid special attention to the mother concubine. The marshal was Xiao Tuo, and this trip was another plan. If it were to allow others to use artificial hands to control the supply of the army, there would be many worries. What's more, both Zhao Qingshu and Zhao Ziyan might trip her up.

Zhao Ziyan's eyes fell on her face, and her eyes were indifferent. These two seemingly undecidable things had already made a decision in her heart.

Zhao Qingshu has always been cautious. Although he wanted to get involved with the Western Expedition, he didn't dare to let go of his hands and feet. Even if he could deal with Xiao Tuo, he might not dare. In addition, military expenses require additional purchases, and the variables are too great. In the case of private salt, he faintly noticed that the mastermind had a greater connection with Zhao Mojian, and he had to weigh the two, so he would inevitably choose the latter.

As for Zhao Mojian, even if she could give up her military salary, Concubine Xiao would not agree to make fun of her brother. Moreover, she was afraid that she was ready to find Yongdi's treasure, and she could not give up this move until now.

Sure enough, there was an undercurrent between the two of them looking at each other, but then they expressed their views at the same time. Zhao Mojian and Zhao Ziyan resolved the food and payment issue. Zhao Qingshu, as a supervisory history, assisted Shaoqing Yuwenhan of Dali Temple in the trial of the Xuanfu private salt case. .

Zhao Ziyan looked at the two, lowered his head and faintly hooked the corner of his lower lip. The snipe and the clam were fighting for the fisherman's profit. The case of private salt was handled by Zhao Qingshu. Then, as long as there was a clue about Zhao Mojian, he would cling to it.

Zhao Mojian looked gloomy when she stepped down, and no matter what thought Jingdi's move came from, she already vaguely felt that it was not good. Originally thought that Emperor Jing is now addicted to the golden core, will become more tired of dealing with the affairs of the court, and set up the crown prince in advance. But at present, her father is still unpredictable.

Seeing Zhao Ziyan who was talking with several ministers in a warm voice, the gloom between Zhao Mojian's eyebrows and eyes became thicker, and then she called out with a smile: "Sister Nine Emperors..."

Back in the mansion, Zhao Ziyan sat in the study room a little tiredly, her body was getting better, she didn't want to move at the moment, closed her eyes and thought about what Zhao Mojian said today.

"Sister Nine Emperor Gods, I know, you are very good at concealing, and you have accumulated some influence over the years. But the emperor advises you not to think too much, otherwise the mother and concubine will not let you go. Although I don't like you, but If you are willing to settle down, I will not do more, otherwise, you should know how powerful the medicine is in the past few days."

How powerful is it? Zhao Ziyan's smile was a little cool, she naturally knew. She watched her mother and concubine weaken a little bit and endured the pain every day. No matter how many imperial doctors or medicine the man took, she could not be saved. But now she is also experiencing the pain firsthand. But what about this? As long as she is not dead now, she will take back what they owe her. She can take it slowly, as long as she can protect that person well, the others will be fine.

"Qing'er." Zhao Ziyan slowly leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and muttered, as if calling her like this, it would make her feel peaceful.

The capital is now in April, and the sunset is still a bit early. At dusk, the shadow of the locust tree on the ground is getting longer and longer, and the golden setting sun under the eaves of the room fades a little bit. When the dusk was full, Fu Yanqing slowly walked back from Long Street.

The attendants in the mansion were newly selected from the outside, and the rest were all secretly arranged by Fu Yanqing himself. Seeing her back, it was just a greeting.

"master."

Fu Yanqing nodded: "Get ready to eat."

"Yes." Luo Yin responded, and quickly went to prepare.

Fu Yanqing raised her eyes slightly, her eyes lightly swept across the dim locust tree, and she said softly: "Hidden and do anything, come in, come in."

The leaves rustle softly, and one person separates the layers of leaves and falls in front of Fu Yanqing. At the moment, the visitor was wearing a thin lotus-colored coat, standing under the slightly dim locust tree, and pursing his lips at Fu Yanqing.

Seeing her thin clothes and feeling the cool breeze on her face, she couldn't help but frown, "Isn't your house taking care of you personally? It's only April, and the night is cold. I don't know how much it will make you." Add some clothes?"

Zhao Ziyan walked over slowly and shook his head slightly: "Don't do their business, I didn't feel cold before, and I liked being clean, so I didn't let them come and wait."

Fu Yanqing still wrinkled her brows. Although she didn't believe that Zhao Ziyan was sick, she still vomited blood and coughed badly before, so she would definitely not be able to catch the cold anymore. Reaching out to hold Zhao Ziyan's hand, the skin that started with was delicate and soft, but it was cold. She didn't speak any more, looked around, and dragged people into the room.

Zhao Ziyan was pulled by her obediently, with a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth, looking at her to herself.

After entering, Fu Yanqing found a coat and handed it to Zhao Ziyan: "If you want to stay here, put your clothes on."

Zhao Ziyan took the clothes, bowed his eyebrows, and put them on consciously. She is a little taller than Fu Yanqing, but thinner than her. This dress fits her perfectly.

She tidied the skirts of her clothes and raised her head and said, "How?"

Fu Yanqing glanced casually: "It fits well." After saying that, she went to the table and poured two glasses of water: "I went to the court today, and I can eat it well? If you come back, don't you want to stay in the house and rest. What are you doing over my wall again?"

Zhao Ziyan is very clear about Fu Yanqing's temperament. He showed a smile, but when Fu Yanqing turned around, he immediately hid it, and said solemnly: "Today, the emperor adopted Zhao Mojian's proposal and asked the ministers in the palace and court to donate some private possessions to serve as the Western Expedition. Military pay."

Fu Yanqing raised her eyebrows: "It's a good proposal, but it's just a drop in the bucket. It's annoying. But what are you doing with this?"

Zhao Ziyan pursed his mouth, with a slightly bitter expression: "As an emperor, naturally I can't be too shabby. Today I donated two thousand taels."

"Two thousand taels? Where can you get two thousand taels?" Then he thought of something, was surprised, and said quietly: "I forgot, the Biyu Pavilion can give you much more than that."

Zhao Ziyan was startled by this tone, and immediately said: "In the eyes of outsiders, I naturally can't take out two thousand taels. I can't move the silver of the Biyu Pavilion. Therefore, I have put the precedents that I have saved over the years, as well as the valuables in the house. Everything has been sold. Now, except for some that I have to keep, there is an empty shell left in my house, I am afraid that there will be no more than one or two."

After that, she looked at Fu Yanqing a little pitifully: "I have no more dinner."

Fu Yanqing opened her mouth slightly, with a complicated expression on her face. This little guy and the sacred person are not like that. No matter how poor, your Royal Highness can hardly even afford dinner.

"I only ate a bowl for lunch." Her belly was also very heartfelt after she said, and she screamed.

This was beyond our Ninth Highness's expectation. His face suddenly tightened his lips, and Fu Yanqing's expression became more subtle.

The author has something to say: Your Royal Highness is more and more accustomed to hurting His Highness, but he is jealous but unconsciously.

Sheriff: What are you doing?

Your Highness: I have no food to eat.

Sheriff: Don’t you have Le Yao?

Your Highness: . . . Le Yao couldn't eat it.

Sheriff: Then I can eat it?

Your Highness: (shy) Yes