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If the queen mother wants to contact the old lady, she naturally has a secret way not to let others know.

At dusk, a secret letter written by the Queen Mother passed through Shoukang Palace to the Huanxi Hall in the old mansion of Xia Ge, and the old lady's book case was placed.

After reading the handwriting of the Empress Dowager, the old lady lifted the lid of the incense burner and threw the secret letter into it and burned it, her fingertips trembling slightly. She sat for a long time and pondered, and opened her eyes in shock for a while, revealing a cold light: "The remnants of the country are not stiff when they die." ”

The old lady picked up the pen and wrote the letter, the speed was fast, and she wrote a few lines with a brush, and then instructed Luo Qi a few words. Luo Qi took the order, picked a few white and sturdy carrier pigeons from the pigeon loft, and brought them to the old lady's room.

The carrier pigeons fluttered and flew in different directions from the backyard of Huanxi Hall. Reflecting the colorful sunset on the horizon, it is hidden in the deeper and deeper night.

The bright candle flame reflected the chessboard of the black jade on the kang table, and also reflected the solemn face of the old lady. She held white in one hand and black in the other, meditating on an endgame, and muttering to herself while falling: "Chess to the middle game, the victory or defeat is not scored, I Mo Huanlian has dominated the world in my life, how can I easily admit defeat?"

Xia Ge was originally talking to his old wife about something, he stood under the porch, and saw the silhouette of his wife hanging her head and thinking about it reflected on the curtains of Korean paper, and stood silently for a long time, not disturbing his wife's meditation, and quietly turned back.

On the second day of February, the auspicious day when the dragon raised its head, there was really a drizzle in the sky.

The earth is green, spring planting and autumn harvesting, and the first spring rain of the year is sprinkled on the sowing season, which comes at the right time.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as Su, and the grass is close but there is none.

Like cow's hair, like fine needles, the drizzle wet the dark green and thick green branches in the distance. Spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, and the Xixia Imperial City is full of joyful vitality.

Paiyun Pavilion broke ground on such a good day.

Previously, Jiang Liu, the envoy of Qin Tianjian, had written a lengthy memorial text, which was accused by Emperor Chongming of ornate rhetoric, empty and sensational. The sacrificial text was directly rejected, and Emperor Chongming ordered Song Weiyuan, the deputy envoy, to rewrite it.

Dare to use the snow disaster to point the anger of the sky and slander his own political achievements, Jiang Liuqi should be punished.

After getting Xia Yuzhi's secret report, Emperor Chongming had already intended to kill Jiang Liu, but he didn't find out what secrets Jiang Liu was hiding behind and which ministers were implicated, so he didn't do it for a long time.

Song Weiyuan, a genius, is worthy of being the apprentice of Tianjizi, Emperor Chongming summoned him several times, and found that he was proficient in Zhou Yi, arithmetic, astronomy, calendar, and water conservancy, agriculture, it is simply a living encyclopedia, Emperor Chongming knew that he had picked up the treasure, and was annoyed that he had been idle in Qintianjian for many years.

Song Weiyuan hid the section of his brother-in-law, and admitted that he was influenced by Xia Yuzhi when he went to the book. The Xia family gave himself such a talent, and Emperor Chongming gave the Xia family a lot of credit in his heart.

After discussing with Chen Rujun a few times, it is simply a tyrannical thing for a talent like Song Weiyuan to die of old age in Qintianjian, as for the head of the Ministry of Labor and Water Conservancy, or to directly mention the position of a waiter without sticking to one pattern, it still needs to be turned around.

It was difficult to make a decision for a while, and Emperor Chongming allowed Jiang to stay for a few days, anyway, Jiang Liu is now to blame at every turn, and he has already paved the way for losing his official position in the future.

Now, in the drizzle, accompanied by Song Weiyuan's magnificent atmosphere and concise words, Emperor Chongming was dressed in a ceremonial dress and took the hand of Queen Chu, and the two of them took the shovel replaced by the palace people at the same time, and dug the first spade soil of Paiyun Pavilion.

The silver of the household department is sufficient, the drawings of the Ministry of Industry are detailed, and the Ministry of Industry is personally supervised, and the craftsmen at the bottom are in place, and they are arranged in three shifts to rush to work day and night, and the speed of the construction of the Paiyun Pavilion is fast, and the foundation has been dug in just a few days.

With the bell ringing of the break, in the open space on the side of the construction site, the craftsmen's meals have already been prepared, neatly packed in large vats, in addition to the rice and green vegetables are full, one person also has a large spoonful of braised pork, poured on the steaming white rice, squeaky and bubbling with fat, the aroma wafts out far away.

The wages are abundant, the food is comfortable, and the Paiyun Pavilion is to worship the meritorious ministers of Xixia and mourn the fallen soldiers, and the craftsmen are naturally grateful to the emperor, and none of them are lazy and slippery.

At the time of the second watch, most of the people in the imperial city had already fallen asleep, and the construction site of Paiyun Pavilion was still fighting at night. Pine oil torches were lit all around, illuminated as bright as day, and the craftsmen who worked that night were full of food and drink, and they were all full of energy.

Qian Weizhen, the head of the household, went to a colleague's dinner today, and when he returned home, he deliberately detoured here to watch the gradually rising attic from a distance.

There were still dozens of steps away from the construction site, Qian Weizhen fell into the sedan chair, and he put up the sedan curtain and looked out. Seeing that the night was getting deeper, the construction site of Paiyun Pavilion was still in full swing, and my heart was as disgusting as eating flies.

Thinking that the Ministry of Industry had such a long face this time, he came up with a specific plan in a short time, and then thought of the additional expenses for building Paiyun Pavilion and being slapped in the face by Emperor Chongming in public on the Jinluan Palace that day, Qian Weizhen had just drunk the wine in his stomach and turned into resentment.

The appropriation of the Ministry of Household Affairs has always been delayed, and Qian Weizhen sometimes does not pay in the oil and salt, and even disobeys the decision of the cabinet. This time, he suffered a loss in the palace, but he didn't dare to be a little lazy, and all of them were transferred to the Ministry of Works as scheduled.

As a powerful minister who understands practice, he saw the toughness of Emperor Chongming's attitude for the first time, Qian Weizhen is extremely smart, although it hurts to take money outside, but he can't touch the king's mold, so he didn't say a word.

It's just that I am really unhappy in my heart, in the past, I relied on the boss of Emperor Chongming, and the emperor has always respected himself, but he was merciless that day, guarding the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty against himself.

The household department has always been wealthy, and it really has no face to lose in front of the colleagues in the military department and the ministry of industry.

Qian Weizhen sighed heavily, he was under the eaves and had to bow his head. At the poetry meeting, his daughter was humiliated by Murong Wei in public with Miss Wen Si of Xiangyuan Bofu, and she lost face in front of all her daughters and ladies, and she cried so much that she couldn't breathe after returning home, and he could only order his wife to comfort him and swallow this breath temporarily.

His daughter who is Qian Weizhen should marry the most noble person in the world and be a high-ranking figure, but she was bullied by a little girl.

From beginning to end, Qian Weizhen didn't take Emperor Chongming, who ascended to the throne, in his eyes, let alone several of his juniors. Sitting in the spacious four-lift sedan chair, Qian Weizhen made a gesture to get up the sedan chair, and the glass lamp on the sedan pole reflected his eyes clearly and extinguished, revealing a gloomy face.

At this time, Su Duhan was standing in his study, opening a portrait of his father and watching quietly.

Before his father's lifelike silk paintings, he had been standing silently for a long time.

It seems to be remembrance, but it also seems to be an inquiry, or a question. (To be continued.) )