On the eighth day of the eighth month of August, as soon as the sky was bright, Fuxiu got up, stretched out his hand and touched the person beside him, but he pounced, and he didn't touch anything, only the still warm quilt, and the person obviously had just gone for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fuxiu stood up, and when he summoned Jian Xi, he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Jian Xi, has the emperor gone up?" ”

When Jian Xi was summoned by Fuxiu, she also looked like she hadn't woken up, rubbed her eyes that still wanted to sleep, and said, "Master, the emperor went early in the morning, and now, Xu is out of the palace!" ”

"Jian Xi, change my clothes, let's go to the city tower to have a look!" As soon as Fuxiu's words fell, Jian Xi cheered up and began to wash and change Fuxiu.

A moment later, Fuxiu came to the top of the tower, and watched the bright banner of the Hemeng Empire fluttering in the wind. In the support of the soldiers, the emperor wore a crown and sat in a mica car decorated with gold carvings, with a majestic and majestic atmosphere. In the kneeling and cheering of the people of the imperial capital, he led the army to set off from the imperial capital and embarked on a journey full of confidence.

But I saw that the armor was bright and dazzling along the way, the soldiers were like ants, the flags were in the air, and they looked at each other from afar, and I don't know how many distances they stretched. Not to mention the people of Li in the imperial capital, even if Fuxiu saw it from afar, he also felt that his heart was surging and heroic, and he forgot for a while that he was still standing on top of the city tower.

An army of nearly 900,000 people marched to the border gates......

Absolutely impossible to lose? Absolutely impossible to lose? Unless God played a big joke on the emperor!

Fuxiu even saw from the long march that a few months later, Fuxiu heard the sound of triumph, looked at the flag of triumph, and silently watched the emperor will lead an army of more than 900,000 people, return in triumph, continue to discuss the court every day, continue to be with himself every day, and tease the child when there is nothing to do.

Isn't this her most ridiculous dream, though?

When the two countries fight, there must be rivers of blood and corpses all over the field. Even if they win, are the soldiers and horses of the two countries still in the minority of the horse leather shroud? Won't the people of the two countries be in an environment of hunger and cold?

The emperor's domination of the country is clearly built on the corpses of the people and soldiers who are piled up!

Under every golden swaying, tempting dragon chair, how many souls of strangers who died in a foreign land are hovering!

Fuxiu stared blankly at the long line of slowly marching, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, a huge storm is coming, but I don't know, how long can this flesh and blood country last? How long?

"Master, why are you on the upper hand? What if I catch a cold? ”

I don't know how long it was, Jian Xi looked around, and saw that his master was standing on top of the city tower in a trance, standing for a long time, not noticing the harsh wind and the cold air around him.

Fuxiu lowered his head, slowly clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and said, "Oh, Jian Xi, I'm thinking about something. It's been so long that I can't remember it clearly...... It's getting dark, and my eyes are ......"

Fukuxiu shook his head, trying not to let himself get cranky.

What Fuxiu should do, she has already done, what should not be done, Fuxiu also did it in advance. Perhaps, Fuxiu really doesn't need to do anything, doesn't need to do anything for others, and the only thing Fuxiu can do is just wait. Long waits and endless prayers.

Waiting for the triumphant return of the emperor, praying for the emperor and the army of more than 900,000 people, hoping that the army and the emperor can return as soon as possible. Fuxiu can't do anything else, and Fuxiu doesn't want to do anything else, maybe waiting is what he should do now.

In the blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter, and the branches and leaves of the Gantang tree in the Gantang Palace had already fallen, leaving only the bare branches, on which a few birds flew over the winter. The flowers and plants in the greenhouse have gradually withered, and the war ahead is tight, and the household department has long had no money to take care of this dispensable flower and plant, and the evergreen flowers and plants have finally lost their last bit of color.

For several months, Fu Xiu was alone in the dormitory, not leaving the Gantang Palace, usually reading books, or staring at the dead branches and leaves in the courtyard of the Gantang Palace.

On this day, Jian Xi suddenly broke in from outside the palace, didn't care about saluting and saying goodbye, and said to Fuxiu anxiously: "Master, the Queen Mother has something to do with you." said that it was for you to go to Ningshou Palace now, and the Queen Mother had something to tell her master. ”

"What's the matter? So flustered? Fuxiu turned his head and said to Jian Xi.

"The slave doesn't know, maybe the queen mother wants to deal with the master! Not long after the emperor went, the queen mother wanted to deal with the master. Master, let's run away! Jian Xi said anxiously. As he spoke, Jian Xi took Fuxiu's hand and wanted to pull Fuxiu to walk out of the hall.

"Run, if we can escape, where can we escape? Now, in the palace, above the court, the Queen Mother has already had the final say, if she has the heart to deal with me, can I still live to this day? You can accompany me to Ningshou Palace to have a look! and see what her will is? ”

When Fu Xiu was speaking, Jian Xi had gradually let go of the hand holding Fu Xiu, and said with a frustrated face: "Since the master thinks so, Jian Xi will accompany the master to take a look!" With that, Jian Xi was waiting for Fu Xiu and had already hurried out of Gantang Palace.

When she came to Gantang Palace, the Queen Mother still liked to stay in the Warm Pavilion as usual, so as soon as Fuxiu arrived at the Gantang Palace, she went in the direction of the Warm Pavilion.

Approaching the warm pavilion, Fu Xiu did not push the door open first, leaned over the door, listened carefully to the voice inside, and vaguely heard the queen mother say: "Now that the food and salary in front of me are tight, I'm afraid it won't last long!" ”

Then I heard Mama Li say: "Now that the treasury and the household department have no money, the queen mother's small treasury has also lost more than half, and the emperor's small treasury has already been moved into the military budget, and now it can only be borrowed from the dignitaries and nobles in the imperial capital." It's just that the Queen Mother, now the old ministers in the imperial capital, only Prince Zheng and Na Guogong have the highest seniority, and they should start with the two of them. ”

After Mama Li finished speaking, Fuxiu was served by Jian Xi, and gently pushed open the door of the warm pavilion, only to see the Queen Mother sitting on the upper seat, and Mama Li was waiting on the side. After Fu Xiu saluted the Queen Mother in accordance with etiquette, the Queen Mother ordered Mama Li to help Fu Xiu, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Fu Xiu, the mourning family called you here, there is only one thing. Now that the war ahead is tight, military spending has been insufficient, and now the treasury is empty, there is really no money to support. Now, you are acting in the Six Palaces, and the mourning family hopes that you will open up sources and reduce expenditures, and help the mourning family in the palace, above the court, and the lord of the imperial capital, to raise food and salary. Fuxiu, can you do it? ”

Fuxiu smiled slightly, saluted again, and said slowly: "The son obeys the order, and he will not disappoint the expectations of the Queen Mother!" In fact, long before entering the warm pavilion, Fu Xiu understood what the queen mother meant, and let himself borrow his identity to help the royal family raise military expenses for the military. In the name of raising military expenses, in fact, it is nothing more than asking his father to raise military expenses to support the war. (To be continued.) )