The autumn colors of Cuiwei Palace are dyed layer by layer, and there is no place in the suburbs of Chang'an that can stand out from the scenery. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Such a good scenery, Li Shimin can rarely be used, he was already sick, the foundation is weak, the weather turned cold, and there were inevitably two or three symptoms on his body, and the brazier was lit early in the house, and most of the time in the day, he only spent time on the low couch in the Hall of Wind.

Since she came back from Huaiyuanfang that day, she saw that Li Shimin's state of mind was different from the past, and it was extremely difficult to have a heartless and heartless chat with him. When Hanfeng Hall didn't need her to serve, she often wandered aimlessly in the garden alone, and she always had the murals in the worship cave on the outskirts of Shazhou City in her mind.

On the same day, she and Fu Tanyan quietly followed Amanpo to this worship cave, although the things painted on the mural taught her a lot of emotion, but after all, it was just like being obedient to the play in the teahouse restaurant, sighing for the affairs of others. She had always believed that the only connection between the Lady Yinghua in the painting and her was that she was the enlightened teacher of the delay.

Even if she later came to Chang'an City and entered the inner garden, how many people said that she looked like Mrs. Yinghua was cool and Xiao, she never thought that what the mural painted was actually the initial lack of her life.

She regretted this deeply, if she had never been to Lingyan Pavilion, and had never run to ask what was going on, would she be more comfortable now.

For a few days, Mo said that it was Li Shimin, and even Ah Sheng felt that her soul was not kept. Ah Sheng knew that she was in love with Yanyan, but she couldn't stay together, and she expected that her melancholy would probably arise because of this, and her daughter's family would inevitably have the thoughts of those children after all, but the sage didn't say it, and he couldn't break it, so he had to sigh a few times behind his back, and the sage came forward to mediate a few more words for her.

Fortunately, a few days after arriving at Cuiwei Palace, Minister Shi, who was ordered to check the account books, replied, saying that he had sorted out those account books and asked Feng Ling to check them.

With this incident, Feng Ling became excited, and he had no time to pay attention to the other things, so he took leave in front of Li Shimin, and went into the pile of account books, and did not leave the Lingbo Hall for half a month.

As soon as the two autumn rains passed, the weather was suddenly cold, and the wind spirit could not feel the change in the climate in the warm pavilion of the Lingbo Hall all day long. However, Li Shimin, because he didn't see the wind spirit coming for a few days, and he was worried that the weather was getting cooler, there were not many people in the palace in Cuiwei Palace, and he was afraid that the waiters in Lingbo Hall would not be well, and his spirit was a little better, so he ordered someone to carry his chariot to Lingbo Hall to see her.

When he entered the hall, it was the bamboo branch that was boiling tea outside, and he should have given it inside, but Li Shimin waved his hand and did not teach her to pass on the gift, and stepped down, and entered the hall with the support of Ah Sheng.

At this time, there was no brazier in the Lingbo Palace, although it was a warm pavilion of the rising sun, after all, it was facing the water, and the damp and cold air was thick in the hall, and Li Shimin couldn't help but shudder as soon as he entered the hall.

"Why don't you make a brazier?" He frowned and asked the inner supervisor in the cabinet.

All the officials in the warm pavilion who were buried in the pile of books and papers raised their heads, and when they saw that it was a saint coming in, they all got up from the side of the desk and came forward to worship. Feng Ling looked down at a pile of written paper in front of the case in the middle of the head, holding the calculation chip in his hand, and when he heard this movement, he hurriedly threw away the calculation plan and went down to salute.

Li Shimin gathered the big dan on his body and scanned the room, "Now in the weather of October, why can't the coals of the Lingbo Hall be seen?" Who is taking care of the charcoal utensils? ”

The wind spirit hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "The saint doesn't blame them, it was the wind spirit who ordered them not to move the coals into the warm pavilion. There are books and papers piled up everywhere in this cabinet, and there are candles all over the house, and if the brazier is closed, the sparks that have been blown up will inevitably be splashed in all directions, and the evidence of this house will not be destroyed in one fell swoop. ”

Li Shimin nodded slightly, picked up a book and flipped through it, but he couldn't understand the horizontal and vertical counts in it. "Is there any progress?" He asked, putting down the account book.

Feng Ling turned back to his desk, took a book, spread out his hands and presented it to Li Shimin, but it was not Shicai's incomprehensible counting, but it was written in real terms.

Li Shimin took the account book, and saw that the pen on it was clearly recorded: 100 pieces of gilt and silver dishes in Dasabao, Desha Prefecture, 70 pieces of lapis lazuli, more than 80 pieces of leather goods, and 260 pieces of Hu Jin, with a total price of 10 taels and 30 pieces of gold cakes. Ten were presented to Liu Shilang, and twenty were returned to Shazhou Dasabao.

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, flipped through the account book, and clearly recorded the year on the homepage: Zhao's Didian, February of the twenty-first year of Zhenguan. It's a matter of the past year. When the merchant got the money, he had to give one of the three parts to Liu Zheng. He threw down the account book, propped himself on his crutches with one hand, his face gloomy, and he did not say a word.

Ah Sheng looked at the account book, and gave Feng Ling a look, motioning for her to remove the account book so that the saint would not be angry again.

Feng Ling pretended not to see Ah Sheng's eyes, carefully glanced at Li Shimin's face, was ruthless, turned around and took another volume from the case and presented it to Li Shimin: "This is the account book sent back by the survey envoy appointed by Feng Ling in Western Xinjiang, and it was copied from the Dasabao store in Nasha Prefecture. ”

Li Shimin took the account book, which was also the account facts of February 21, and he looked down at the page that Feng Ling turned to him: a batch of goods was delivered to Zhao's residence in Chang'an, 100 pieces of gilt and silver dishes, 70 pieces of lapis lazuli, more than 80 pieces of leather goods, 260 horses of Hu Jin, and 20 pieces of gold cakes, each of which were 10 taels for the purchase of grain and rice, and 300 horses of spring cloth, which were given to Liu Jun's account.

Li Shimin's complexion changed from gloomy to iron-blue, and his hand holding crutches trembled slightly, Feng Ling hardened his heart and took a step forward, turned over a few more pages of this account book, and wrote: Last year, Liu Jun was short of salary, and he paid 50 horses of white silk and 80 horses of cooked silk on the account to exchange for grain and rice, and Liu Shilang allocated and filled it back this month.

"It's good, it's good......" Li Shimin threw the account book into the ground, crutched the ground, and said angrily: "Liu Jun, what a Liu Jun!" He dared to raise soldiers privately, this is a plot! ”

Feng Ling bowed his head and said: "At present, Liu Shilang's army is only active in the western frontier, doing some dirty deeds of killing people and overstepping goods. The goods that were transported to Chang'an for sale were of unknown origin, and they could not be found in the account books, and the wind spirits dared to conclude that they had plundered them on the trade routes. ”

She stretched out her arms and swept around: "What the saint just saw is just a drop in the bucket, and the house full of accounts is contaminated with Liu Shilang. And there are fire marks of each family on the account books, and the pen and pen are genuine. ”

Li Shimin stretched out his finger and pointed to the account books, took a big breath, and almost gritted his teeth and said: "You have listed them one by one for me, when and how to start, which can be implicated in the East Palace, and who else is in it, 1510, don't omit it." ”

The wind spirit knelt on the ground with a slight glint in his eyes, and solemnly bowed to Li Shimin: "The wind spirit must do its best." ”

She has been waiting for this moment for more than two years, and she has gone through many difficulties, and she almost has to grasp the delay. Finally, those who were killed by the Liu family were blessed in the dark, and this must be over.