Yu Zhiwei held Lian Jie's impeachment of Lin He in his hand, frowning slightly.

She has seen the excerpts on Chen Hui and Tan Huaiju, and the matter of the southeast coastal defense has been discussed at the court meeting in the past few days, and the excerpts handed over are like snowflakes, and they are almost impossible to read. Not only the excerpts, but the students of Guozijian have already begun to be busy writing various essays on the importance of coastal defense.

Of course, we should attach importance to coastal defense, but as for how to shift the focus to coastal defense, the charter still needs to be drafted. The Ministry of War and Yu Jingning have been on the charter several times, and Wenyuan Pavilion is also discussing these things all night.

Yu Zhiwei just came back from Wenyuan Pavilion this time, and then he had to continue to look at the pieces handed over from all over the place.

Lian Jie is worthy of being born in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and listed Lin He several crimes in a row, Yu Zhiwei summed it up, he probably wanted to say: Lin He is simply useless, either leave the Sichuan army, Lin He back, and change the general again, or simply give the Nanjing commander a promotion on the spot and let him be the chief soldier.

Yu Zhiwei supported the forehead.

It's hard to do this.

If Lin He is really replaced, who will lead the 100,000 Sichuan army, this is not the guard, this is the Lin family's army, it is not who leads who is not convinced.

Therefore, it is impossible to throw Lin He to Nanjing and throw people back after a walk.

However, the discord between the civil and military forces on the front line is definitely not a trivial matter, and it is impossible to just let this situation develop without resigning. The rewards and punishments of those in high positions must be clear, Lin He must be punished, no matter what he is stumbling on the road, delaying the military plane is solid, and it is difficult to calm the anger of the people in Nanjing without punishment. But he can't be punished too harshly, after all, he still has to rely on him to fight on the front line, and it involves the Lin family's affairs, if this is really punished heavily, it will not be good.

After punishing Lin He, the people of Nanjing must be rewarded again, but to what extent the reward will be made, it is difficult to grasp.

Yu Zhiwei threw away the pen, lay on the table, and couldn't help but want to rub his hair again - no one can sit in front of the throne and behind the bead curtain, it's too brain-consuming.

She glanced at He Xiao, who had just said that she was going to accompany her to criticize the chapter, and after a while, she was distracted and looked at the painting, and then she was lying on the table and dozing off.

Yu Pu, the king of Pingshuo, said that this child was benevolent and righteous, but after Yu Zhiwei had been in contact for a long time, he deeply realized that this was not benevolence and righteousness, in fact, he was afraid of offending people at all. He has soft ears and always likes to shrink behind people, and if someone carries the weight for him, he can easily wear a hairpin thrush with someone, whether it is his mother or his wife.

This is a child who doesn't grow up, and if someone loves him and someone takes care of him, he doesn't seem to be able to grow into a real emperor. When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, Yu Zhiwei could still think that he was cute, a "child" with a pair of kitten eyes, and took care of him as a younger brother, but the more time passed, the more he felt that he was a little disgusted with him in his heart. Unless he starts tossing and turning cramps from now on, the child will have to run all the way down the crooked road.

But can Yu Zhiwei do that? Ask herself, she doesn't have the patience and desire to prune the little tree, besides, this guy is fifteen or sixteen years old, if she really cramps and peels his bones to straighten his bones, then she should prepare a coffin for herself as soon as possible, she doesn't want to completely degenerate from the cinnabar mole in the heart of the adolescent emperor to mosquito blood.

It is better to take him into your own hands, and it is more practical to correct the path of Daheng.

But Yu Zhiwei still has a toothache that hates iron but not steel when he sees him like this, and he wants to beat him up.

This palace is here to give you a review, to guard the country, to appease the civil and military generals on the front line, what are you doing here? Not only are the playthings demoralized, but you're also dozing off!

I'm really.

Yu Zhiwei crossed his waist and walked around the house twice, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and he felt that he was simply raising his younger brother, ah, no, it was a son.

I really don't know what Empress Dowager Lin's intention is to cultivate her son into this virtue.

Yu Zhiwei circled around several times, and felt that his expression was probably very similar to Yu Jingning now, so he amused himself again.

She stood in place and sorted out her expression, and gathered back all the parts that wanted to beat He Xiao fatly. Her expression and movements were extremely gentle and she picked up He Xiao's big and gently draped it on He Xiao's body.

But He Xiao still woke up.

So Yu Zhiwei was in this posture and whispered in his ear: "It's cold in winter, the emperor goes to bed." Don't catch a cold. ”

He Xiao rubbed his eyes and yawned as he said, "Why am I asleep?" "His round kitten eyes were hazy, and he looked strange and pitiful.

But Yu Zhiwei didn't really want to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at the moment, so he said to him patiently: "The criticism is boring, the emperor is hard, and the young man is thirsty and sleepy, and it is inevitable that he can't hold on." The emperor went to bed, and the people below had retreated, and I waited for the emperor to undress. ”

Yu Zhiwei scolded while talking, you are young, you are thirsty to sleep, I am much older than you, I am also thirsty to sleep, I haven't slept for many years. You have pity on me, don't be annoying, wash and sleep.

"Zitan is also working hard, isn't this done yet?" He Xiao hugged the cloth in his hand, came to Yu Zhiwei, and saw that she was still holding a cinnabar pen in her hand, so he took it and wrote on her wrist.

"Don't make trouble, Emperor." Yu Zhiwei pulled his arm back, "The emperor's chief soldier and the governor quarreled, I was thinking about how to coax it." ”

Yu Zhiwei pulled his wrist back and found that He Xiao had written the word "Wei" on his wrist. The cinnabar is bright red, and Yu Zhiwei's wrist is white and blue.

"What's the noise?" He Xiao stretched his head over.

"I think the general soldier is late." Yu Zhiwei said perfunctorily, "It's okay, I'll reprimand him next, now it's the emperor's eldest cousin who is on the front line, naturally different from others, I have a sense of proportion, the emperor can rest assured." When the punishment is over, give some rewards to the people of Nanjing City, and it will be fine. ”

She hugged He Xiao and dragged him to the bed: "Okay, the emperor will rest first, I'll come over to accompany the emperor in a while, okay?" ”

He Xiao stuck to Yu Zhiwei and wanted to press her to the bed, scratching her ribs with both hands and tickling her.

Yu Zhiwei giggled, grabbed He Xiao's hand, and pushed him back: "Don't make trouble, the emperor, I'll finish the approval in a while, and it'll be fine in a while, the emperor is waiting for me, okay?" I'll be back in a moment. ”

After coaxing for a long time, He Xiao withdrew his hand and let Yu Zhiwei go back and sit down.

Yu Zhiwei brushed two handfuls of hair that had been messed up on the bed, and held the cinnabar pen in his hand again. She looked at the word "Wei" on her hand and wiped it twice, but there were still shallow traces.