The spring night is slightly cool, and the night is deep and silent.

The moon is as clean as silver and falls to the corners of the world, and where there is moonlight, there is a warm tenderness.

Hanyuan Hall is brightly lit, Murong Yichuan for the victorious return of the general Zhou Dawei to pick up the wind and wash the dust, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military accompaniment, the monarch and the minister in the hall to push the cup to change the lamp, so not happy. Zhou Dawei not only for Murong Yichuan to recover the lost land, while almost extinguishing the Dali State, and finally the Dali State had to hand over the oak tree to the Dazheng by the way and willing to pay tribute every year, every year the Dali State to provide the Dazheng Dynasty with 300,000 taels of silver, 50,000 catties of high-grade Pu'er, now Murong Yichuan sits in the Central Plains, in addition to the neighboring Khitan brothers, the rest of the vassal states such as South Vietnam, Hami, Goryeo, Dali have become its vassals.

When the banquet dispersed, it was already a moment, and when he walked out of Hanyuan Palace, Murong Yichuan looked at the boundless moonlight and only felt refreshed, and after wandering in the garden for a moment, he went straight to Zhaoyang Palace. The lights in the Sun Moon Xuan were dim, but Murong Yichuan didn't see that the palace maid Dao Niangniang was bathing in the dormitory, Niangniang had prepared a sobering soup for the emperor, and the slave maid would go get it now, Murong Yichuan frowned slightly, and said coldly, I am not drunk, I don't need that thing, and then I asked the palace maids to push it out and walk slowly to the bedside. Slightly rolled bead curtains, tired lying on the bed, suddenly felt that the bed was a little softer than before, instantly fragrant, Murong Yichuan was slightly surprised, this fragrance is complex, as if it is the fusion of the fragrance of a hundred flowers, only then did I find that the pillow was a little softer than before, the fragrance was emanating from the pillow in the past, but I found that the pillow was stuffed with flower petals, and I could vaguely identify the name of the flower by the faint light, Murong Yichuan subconsciously lifted the sheets, and there was really a world below, I saw that the dragon and phoenix sheets were sprinkled with newly blooming flowers, the flowers were crystal clear and fresh, like a beautiful face, and in the face of Murong Yichuan's involuntary eyebrows and smiles, he was fascinated.

The moonlight climbed into the narrow room through the window, the floor was as silver as color, as if sitting quietly in the bathtub, her hand gently holding the warm water, and her whole person was as smooth as the moon between the smoke, shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, which was even more elegant.

The Chunhong Bian Gang is like adding petals to the side of the road, and it is not good for the mother to always ask the emperor to wait.

A palace maid had already come to report that the emperor had been waiting for a long time in the Sun Moon Pavilion, but she was not impatient at all, sitting in the bathtub and gossiping with Chunhong while thinking about things.

In the past few days, Chunhong has been busy making wedding dresses for herself, and rarely serves by her side.

It was like holding up the water and sprinkling it on his chest, and then said slowly, let him wait for a while, Chunhong, you are about to become a wife, I have some close things to say to you, don't be too diligent and unprincipled to men, we can give them endless warmth, but occasionally we have to be close to them, Confucius said that women are not inferior if they are close, and they are resentful when they are far away, why don't men like such women.

In the face of the heartfelt words of Wanruo, Chunhong, who has never been married, naturally can't understand, although she and Xi Fenglie have been good for many years, but they have always maintained a certain distance, and the most intimate move is just to hug each other, their feelings for each other are still deeply suppressed, for Chunhong, and Xi Fenglie's long-term life in the future is what she infinitely yearns for, and in Chunhong's eyes, the future of Xi Fenglie is beautiful.

Half an hour later, Wanruo finished bathing, and when he returned to the dormitory, he saw Murong Yichuan and Yi lying on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep, so he seemed to be lightly trying to take off his boots for the man, and suddenly Murong Yichuan sat up from the bed and took his wife, who had just come out of the bath and was dressed in light gauze, into his arms, "You want me to wait." Murong Yichuan was slammed on his forehead, and then complained.

It was as if he sniffed lightly, and then said comfortably, the smell of wine is not heavy, it seems that you are following the instructions of the imperial doctor.

Recently, Murong Yichuan has been suffering from stomach pain, in addition to daily medication, the imperial doctor instructed him not to drink alcohol, not to eat raw and cold and spicy and other irritating food, as if he was very worried that he would rise up tonight and forgot the doctor's advice.

Murong Yichuan understood what Wanruo meant, and didn't feel a light smile, "My beloved wife is too worried, I only drank a glass of General Zhou's wine tonight, and the rest was done by Shangguan Tianjue or Xifeng Lie." ”

After hearing this, it seemed to be completely relieved.

Murong Yichuan pinched Wanruo's nose, and then pointed to the pillow and the bed, your thoughts are becoming more and more chic, a hundred flowers make a bed and a pillow, compared to the drunken lying degree on the flowers, it is even more different**, this **bitter is short, you and I don't let down this intoxicating fragrance of flowers, Murong Yichuan's hand began to be restless as he spoke. It was as if he gently pushed him, and said softly, The night is long, I still have no sleep, you can accompany me.

Hearing this, Murong Yichuan hurriedly shook his head, "The night is long, but the bitterness is short." ”

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day came in the blink of an eye.

In the court, Murong Yichuan saw that there was no prime minister Xiao Suen in the literary class, but he had not seen him hand over the leave book before, this prime minister was the head of a hundred officials for no reason, what kind of system did he become, and suddenly a look of displeasure enveloped Murong Yichuan's face, "Do you know why Prime Minister Xiao is not in court?" Murong Yichuan's gaze swept over the faces of the ministers like home, and finally fell to Xiao Kunpeng, the son of the prime minister.

Xiao Kunpeng hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, the prime minister had a sudden illness last night, so he can't go to court today, and the minister asks for guilt on behalf of his father." ”

Murong Yichuan nodded slightly when he heard this, "That's it, since Prime Minister Xiao Cheng suddenly had an old illness, he missed the early dynasty, which is understandable." Then Murong Yichuan changed his words and continued, but in the future, if any minister cannot come to the early dynasty, he must ask for leave in advance, I don't want to see a minister in the early court for no reason, I know that the first emperor of Zhongzong Tiande is benevolent and generous, so under the relaxed system of the Tiande Dynasty, a lazy atmosphere has been cultivated inside and outside the court, and now I will never allow the lazy and unruly atmosphere to continue, I have recently heard that some officials often linger in filthy places such as brothels in Qinglou, and you are all from ten years of hard work. Could it be that the purpose of your career is not to ask the common people about Fengyue?

As soon as Murong Yichuan's words came out, the ministers were all sincerely frightened, and they looked at each other, especially some officials who acted and spent drinking all day long. After Murong Yichuan ascended the throne, he wanted to do something, he was very dissatisfied with the generous atmosphere of the Tiande and Tiande dynasties, so that some officials who did not want to make progress developed a bad atmosphere of lazy behavior and unsatisfactory work, Murong Yichuan is not only strict with himself, but also strict with others, he hopes that these ministers who work under him can be conscientious, so that the Dazheng Dynasty can be in a prosperous era, and Murong Yichuan is also kicking out the officials of the Tiande Dynasty one by one by rectifying the Chaogang, and now he has sat firmly on this dragon chair, Naturally, there is no need to continue to appoint those officials of the Tiande Dynasty, once the son of heaven and a courtier, he needs to promote a group of new officials for his own use.

Two days later, Murong Yichuan dismissed five officials. The reason why these officials were dismissed was that they were the backbone of the listening dynasty, and they lived indulgently, did not concentrate on political affairs, and spent all day with Yingying Yanyan.