Jiang Muyuan bowed, left Qi Shangshu here to ponder again, and walked back to Wenying Hall without hurrying.

How Nanling fights, in the final analysis, depends on the meaning of the saint, but if the saint wants to pretend, Jiang Muyuan must first set up a platform for him.

When this big drama begins, the military department and the three divisions insist on raising troops, and if the other yamen who were clearly opposed to it can soften their attitude a little, the saint will be able to follow the steps and make a decision.

The result is actually the same, but the process is smoother, which is always good.

Qi Shangshu is a lot old, and if he really dies, he will not fight, and the Jinluan Palace, the saint is not easy to deal with, and in the end, it is not the same.

In the corner, Qi Shangshu thought for a long time, and finally asked the chamberlain to take leave, and went back to the six yamen to find two waiters to discuss.

He relayed Jiang Muyuan's remarks and said: "Whether it's boiling a frog in warm water, a year is a year, or stretching out your neck to fight, either a big victory or a broken head, the two of you are also good." ”

Liao Shilang has always been convinced by Jiang Muyuan, so he said: "Xia Guan thinks that the little grandfather is very reasonable, we really persuaded the Holy Lord not to continue to fight Nanling, if there is a situation next year and the year after, can the silver we bite down really fill that hole?" To put it mildly, if something happens and there is no money, we are sinners. ”

The treasury harvest is not up to them, and how the money is spent, they just make suggestions and can't make decisions, but after all, in this position, there will naturally be a share of responsibility on their shoulders.

Li Shilang closed his eyes, shook his head and thought for a long time before waving his hand and said, "Neither of you is right!"

Is this how we want it to be? No! This is to figure out whether the saint should fight or not!

The saint didn't want to fight, we insisted that the dispatch was not enough, and we couldn't fight; The saint wants to fight, but we blindly go against the grain, it's over!

The little grandfather is the nephew of the saint's concubine, yesterday several highnesses went out of the imperial study, he and the three highnesses stayed inside, and even later the three highnesses left, and the saint left him alone to speak, if the little grandfather is unwilling to fight the saint's plan, can you still come to say such a thing to Shangshu you today?

He can't be so much of a burden to you and our entire yamen, he must have already moved the Holy Lord's words almost and was about to kick the door, so he reminded us not to contradict us with a single tendon. ”

When Qi Shangshu and Liao Shilang heard this, they exchanged a look.

Thanks to the fact that the two of them have been in the officialdom for so many years, they have experienced all kinds of ups and downs, even if they are not sharp-eyed, they cannot be blind.

As a result, the boat almost capsized in the gutter!

Hey, it's all this period of time that the old people have been fighting with the military department and the three divisions, and it has become a habit, and when the road goes to the dark, I forget that Sun Qi and Jiang Muyuan have returned to Beijing, today is different from yesterday, and yesterday is even more different from the day before yesterday.

Anyway, no one knows if the wind and rain can be smooth, and no one knows when Nanling will win, both left and right are betting, so follow the saint to bet.

After figuring it out, Qi Shangshu was a lot happier and said, "Tomorrow you can eat two more cups of osmanthus wine at night." ”

Qi Shangshu returned to Wenying Palace.

Sun Xuan asked him with a smile: "Is the boss more comfortable?" ”

"His Royal Highness Xie cares," Qi Shangshu arched his hand and said, "I have walked more and eaten more, and it has already gotten better." ”

Sun Xuan said: "That's good." ”

How could he not know that Qi Shangshu had discussed with Jiang Muyuan just now, not only him, but most of the people present knew it, but they just didn't know what these two people said.

However, looking at Qi Shangshu's calm and relaxed appearance at this time, the general direction can still be guessed.

Either Jiang Muyuan gave in and didn't insist on fighting; Either Qi Shangshu gave in and helped Jiang Muyuan persuade the saint to march, and the two must have reached a consensus.

As for whether it is left or right, you will know if you listen to it at the Ming'er court.

Even if he is as anxious as the three divisions, he has endured his temperament.

After Wenying's hall was dispersed, Jiang Muyuan went to Sun Ke's appointment.

The two cousins are still the same, with a pot of new tea and a few snacks.

Sun Ke opened his mouth and shut up not to divorce, what kind of wedding dress made in the palace is still less meaningful, what Princess Yong dislikes him endlessly, and he has to pick up the bride for Cheng Jinzhi before he becomes the groom's official, it's a big loss, Jiang Muyuan knows his temperament, laughs a lot, and then goes back to the house.

The light was on the side of the study, Jiang Muyuan stopped the people below to say hello, and quietly went in to take a look, and there was still a map of Nanling that he had compared with Gu Yunjin at dawn today.

Gu Yunjin sat behind the case, and there were a lot of books on the case, and she flipped through them and copied them.

That's what she did when she drew the map of the north before, she thought it was interesting and useful, and today all day long, she reorganized the Nanling information she had read in books these days, and compared the content that Jiang Muyuan explained to her.

Fu Dong was studying ink on the side, Nian Xia cleaned up the books for Gu Yunjin, and whispered to Fu Dong about Nanling.

Jiang Muyuan didn't say anything, he stood for a while, his ears were good, he could hear Nian Xia and Fu Dong talking, one by one, one question and one answer, Nian Xia said really the same thing, it can be seen that he has learned well.

Gu Yunjin raised his head from the bookcase, and when he saw Jiang Muyuan, he hurriedly put down his pen and asked him with a smile, "When did you come back?" Why don't you make a sound? ”

"Just came back," Jiang Muyuan laughed loudly, "You two maids, not to mention leading troops to fight, study hard, it's still okay to make a clerical in the camp." ”

What kind of master family, what kind of maid, his Yunjin, the advantages are innumerable, even if he praises every day, it can not be the same.

Gu Yunjin burst out laughing: "Who said you can only do a paperwork?" Go into battle and kill the enemy, and you will not be left behind. ”

Boasting about his maid, Gu Yunjin has always spared no effort.

Nian Xia and Fu Dong work so hard, who does she praise if she doesn't praise?

The two maids told her to blow embarrassed, and it was difficult to dismantle the master's platform, so she could only quickly avoid it and leave the study to the little couple whose tails stood up to the sky.

Standing under the porch, the two looked at each other, and in order to live up to their wife's boast, they had to work harder.

The next day coincided with the Great Dynasty Meeting, which happened to be the fifteenth, and the yamen did things in the morning, and the afternoon was scheduled to leave early, so that the officials also had a good holiday.

Jiang Muyuan entered the court room early, and he will also attend today.

The saint sat on the dragon chair, listening to the officials' affairs, his fingertips clicked on the armrests for a while, wondering when to breathe.

Before he could find a good opportunity, a "knowledgeable person" suddenly appeared, and the inspector of the military department stood up in the matter.

This person's name is Zhen Yi, and he is usually a person who loves excerpts and discusses things, and has impeached many officials, so he is a thorn.

As soon as he stopped in the palace, he opened his mouth and rushed at Guan Shilang of the Ministry of War, saying that he was a party and had ill intentions, knowing that it would cost a lot to continue to fight and would not be conducive to the recuperation of the imperial court, but he had many secret meetings with Lu Shilang of the Criminal Department since last month, and even tried in vain to win over Fu Taishi to support the Nanling war, which was to disregard the safety of the imperial court.

After Zhen Yi finished scolding loudly, the saint hooked the corners of his lips, Jiang Muyuan chuckled, and Guan Shilang covered it with a wat board and rolled his eyes towards the sky.