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Ye Daiwan couldn't bear to wake up Qingzhan, who was finally asleep, and looked at the night alone. The most annoying thing is when you can't sleep in the middle of the night. She has too much of a past to deserve this silence. She hadn't cried yet, just because she remembered what it felt like to be touched at the corner of her mouth by her loved one. They must want her to be happy in this world, not to feel sorry for herself.

She'll be happy. She should be happy. But why does she still feel lonely and lonely at the moment? It's a sense of loss that has lost everything in the past. It seems like she's been on that day for the past sixteen years. From the day Jiang Ying helped her into the carriage and sent her to the palace, her past was completely cut off. Her present pleasure and contentment do not seem to be able to infect the part of her heart that still belongs to the sixteen-year-old.

She is still surrounded by the misery and despair of the past, as if she never came out. She was a little sad because of her weakness and stupidity. She sat there, the night breeze a little cool.

Qingzhan slept there, wearing only a thin coat, and her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if she had encountered a nightmare. Ye Daiwan stood up gently, moving carefully, not wanting to wake anyone. She covered the green cup with a thin quilt, and even on a hot summer night, she was still afraid of catching a cold.

"Your Majesty!" Ye Daiwan still woke up Qingzhan. Qingzhan immediately stood up, a little cramped and uneasy, but when she saw Ye Daiwan standing there with her bare feet, she immediately rose to great courage. "Your Majesty, how can you stand here barefoot, even in summer, the ground is cold. Your Majesty has the disease of palace cold, and if the cold enters the body, it will be bad next time. ”

Ye Daiwan scratched her nose, there was no way to listen to them for this kind of thing. "Well, I was wrong. Don't be angry. ”

Qingzhan still refused to give up, and hurried Ye Daiwan back to bed before she stopped her condemning gaze. "Your Majesty, if you are like this, it will be difficult for the concubine to do it. Lord Lu will definitely punish him. I hope Your Majesty will understand. ”

Although the words were in a respectful tone, his expression was not like this at all, and he puffed out his cheeks and puffed out, a little willful and casual. Ye Daiwan covered the quilt and couldn't help but be amused by her.

The maids began to be deferential to her, and secretly disgusted with her sudden good fortune; Then there is true reverence, and the service of her as a king; Now, they could not remember the great chasm at all, and stood beside her with a smile, urging her angrily, treating them more like a friend than an empress.

"Okay, I won't dare next time." Ye Daiwan replied with a smile. It's really amazing, that loneliness was completely dispelled the moment Qingzhan opened her eyes. Obviously, there was nothing to say between the two of them, just eye contact, just playful and teasing, and those blank darkness were lit up in an instant. How to describe it? It's like a stopped movie that begins to flow when those eyes flickering open.

Suddenly, she felt sleepy, her eyelids were heavy, and her head sank into sleep. What a rare dream.

Ye Daiwan woke up in the morning and was in good spirits, but today was a big battle. She'd been waiting a long time to give those self-righteous fools a slap in the face this morning. Anyway, what she is best at is pouring cold water. Come on, come to war.

"Your Majesty, the joint sitting method must be carried out, otherwise the Yellow Turban Rebellion will be difficult to quell." Xu Shangshu was the first to stand up and speak. Bianzhou is where the ancestral home of the Xu family is located, and there are many side branches living there. It is imperative for them to suppress such unrest for no apparent reason.

The minister seconded. Bianzhou is the granary of my Great Wei, if you miss the sowing at the beginning of summer, there will be no grain to store in the autumn harvest this year. In addition, now that the warehouse is open to release grain, the grain storage is insufficient, and if there is a natural disaster in winter, it will be in a desperate situation. Your Majesty, for the sake of farming in Bianzhou and for the sake of the common people in the world, the law of continuous sitting is bound to be implemented. This Wang Shangshu, who keeps saying that he is for the world and the people, is actually thinking about his own interests the most. Because the granary is the most important bargaining chip in the household besides the treasury.

"Your Majesty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion is like a weed, cutting off the stems and leaves, and the wind blows and is reborn, and only by uprooting them can they be completely eliminated." Ye Daidu, who spoke, didn't have to look to guess - Lu Shangshu of the Ministry of War. Only the Ministry of War cares about the smallest of the benefits, because all they get is what is left in the bones. This means that the flesh on the bones has been divided.

How can it not be sad? The chaotic party in the mouths of these guys is the people who have no way out and are forced to go to Liangshan. And for them, the lives of these people have been turned into pieces of fat, which is profitable. Are they still people? It's more like a wolf than a human. These brutes!

"You keep saying that sitting together is the best and last option, right?" Ye Daiwan was silent for a long time, and only said slowly when the ministers relaxed their vigilance. "Well, there are a few questions that you should be very clear."

The ministers couldn't help but feel the danger.

"Do you know, how many people are there in Bianzhou?" The first question that was thrown made Tobe Shangshu breathe a sigh of relief, it was too simple. The Great Wei would conduct a census every few years, but it was set up specifically to collect a poll tax. Profit is the biggest driving force. In particular, a census was conducted immediately after Emperor Duncheng ascended the throne last year. The data is still very new.

But how could Ye Daiwan let them go so easily. Without waiting for them to answer the first question, she immediately threw out the second question. "Do you know how many of the people in Bianzhou have participated in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and how many relatives, neighbors, and teachers and friends those people have?"