How could the Holy One not be satisfied?

It's a place where he can sleep peacefully, and that's enough for him.

Jiang Muyuan walked out of the palace, and the people in front of Cheng Guogong were waiting for him and invited him to gather.

Cheng Guogong's family bought a house in the city, which is not comparable to the Guogong Mansion in Beijing, but in his opinion, even if it is a place to live temporarily, it really doesn't need to be so particular.

Moreover, the saint suddenly went south, and a large number of officials and wealthy businessmen poured in, although this famous city in the south of the Yangtze River is a prosperous place, but it is not as good as the capital, and there are not so many idle houses, in just a few days, it is good to be able to buy a house to live in.

"The Holy One didn't agree?" Cheng Guogong asked Jiang Muyuan to sit down and asked.

Jiang Muyuan didn't hide it, and said, "The Holy Lord wants to move the capital. ”

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Guogong and Duan Baoqi were both stunned.

"How does this work?" Duan Baoqi clenched his hands into fists and said.

Cheng Guogong patted his son's shoulder comfortably, took a deep breath, and said to Jiang Muyuan in a deep voice: "At this time, how can you move the capital?" ”

Jiang Muyuan said: "When I listen to the tone of the saint, it seems that he is very determined, and he is not easily dissuaded. ”

Cheng Guogong shook his head with a bitter face.

He has a deep understanding of how difficult it is to persuade the Holy to be stubborn.

The matter of moving the capital is big, and everyone knows that it can't be done, but the saint wants to do it.

Just like going out of Beijing......

Before Pang Deng entered the customs, the queen mother, the prince Yong, the eldest princess, the princes, and the officials, which one did not persuade and which one did not pull?

So many people in Beijing begged the saint to stay in Beijing, but the saint never listened to a word, and still insisted on going his own way.

Now that they want to move the capital, can they persuade them?

Cheng Guogong took a sip of the teacup and sighed: "Listening to the meaning of the little grandfather, the saint is probably not temporary, but has been thinking about it, but the saint didn't mention it to anyone before, but today he told the truth to the little grandfather, and the saint still believes you." ”

Jiang Muyuan didn't say anything about it, he knew it in his heart.

Where is this to believe him, is that the saint knows that he can fool, and wants him to come forward, to calm the queen mother and a group of imperial relatives, and to suppress the civil and military officials.

With him taking the lead in agreeing to move the capital, and then making up some benefits of moving the capital, anyway, the dead will also be said to be alive, and the pressure on the saints will be less.

As long as it is still under discussion, even if it cannot be done immediately, at least there is no need to return to Beijing immediately.

Of course, Jiang Muyuan also understood what Cheng Guogong meant when he said this.

Cheng Guogong only told him bitterly, the Holy Lord only believed him now, and he was the vanguard who wanted to persuade him, so he must not defect before the battle, and follow the will of the Holy Lord.

Twisting his fingers around the teacup, Jiang Muyuan said in a low voice: "It may not be persuadable, but it definitely can't be followed." ”

Cheng Guogong breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Muyuan came out of the Duan family's house and took the reins from the hand.

Thinking of Cheng Guogong's desire to speak and stop, Jiang Muyuan wanted to laugh a little, but also a little helpless.

Cheng Guogong was originally a straight-tempered, leading troops to fight, any password is clear, and he will never deliberately detour around the bend, and he was injured and disarmed before, and he is not used to the officialdom, so he simply lives an idle life.

Now that he has re-entered the court, in a short period of time, he has been speechless, which shows that he has suffered a lot of "hardships".

Looking at the city south of the Yangtze River, Duke Cheng now wants a title and military merits, Sun Qi and his brothers may not dare to throw their faces at Duke Chengguo, not to mention other officials, only the saint can make Duke Guo become so cautious and roundabout.

I'm afraid it's because the saint is very angry, and he is helpless.

The letterheads of Jiangnan officials asking for help from the three dukes arrived in the capital one after another.

The three bosses, look at me, I look at you, they are all lawsuits, and their heads are too big.

It is true that the Xiliang army was defeated, but the government affairs of the court have not been straightened out, they live in two places with the saint, and they have affected political affairs, and they only hope that the saint can return to Beijing soon, but as a result, they don't want to come back?

Mrs. Feng's illness had just recovered, so he was bored with this matter, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"What does that mean?" Mrs. Feng's hands trembled, "Is this waiting for the three of us old guys to go to Jiangnan to invite the royal driver back to Beijing?" ”

I'm afraid that all three of them will have to die of exhaustion on the road!

Master Fu hurriedly said: "You rest, rest first, don't be in a hurry to speak." ”

Cao Taibao touched his beard and said, "What does the saint think?" Didn't you say that the little grandfather went to the palace? Will there be any news from the Ningguo Mansion? ”

Master Fu also had this idea, and asked Jiang Shiyu for a few words.

When Jiang Muyuan's message was sent to Beijing, Jiang Shiyu relayed the idea of "moving the capital" to Fu Taishi and others.

Not to mention Mrs. Feng, even Mrs. Cao almost couldn't get up in one breath.

"Are you sure?" Cao Taibao said, "The Holy Lord really wants to move the capital? ”

Soon, they were sure it was true.

The saint wrote an edict to enter Beijing, and carefully discussed the matter of moving the capital with the three dukes, and another letter to the queen mother, and Fu Taishi estimated that it was probably for this one.

Mrs. Fu tidied up her appearance and went to the Cixin Palace with Jiang Shiyu to meet the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother has been in a good mood recently, according to the diagnosis of Imperial Doctor Wu, she is much healthier, she hugged Sun Xi with her own hands, and teased Brother You for a while, it is the time to be happy.

Master Fu first praised Brother You, and then praised Sister Xi, and there were a lot of beautiful words.

The Queen Mother stroked her palms and smiled for a while, and said, "If you have something, just say it directly." ”

Stubbornly, Master Fu handed the oracle and letterhead to Xiao Zeng's father-in-law.

The Queen Mother read them one by one, the smile on her face faded little by little, her lips pursed, and her expression was solemn.

She just looked at the letterhead and didn't speak for a long time.

Angry? There was no anger in her heart, she was calmer than she seemed.

She was just disappointed.

The Empress Dowager thought that when the Holy Lord insisted on going south, her disappointment with this son had reached its peak, but at this time, she realized that there was no end to the disappointment.

Moved the capital to ......

How could he come up with the idea of moving the capital!

"That's why the Holy One has been refusing to return to Beijing?" The Queen Mother asked.

Master Fu bowed: "It should be like this." ”

The Empress Dowager asked again: "A-Yuan is in Jiangnan, right?" He didn't persuade either? ”

Master Fu looked at Jiang Shiyu, and Jiang Shiyu replied: "I heard that I was persuaded a few times, but I didn't persuade him." ”

"Let's persuade the mourning family too." The Empress Dowager told Xiao Zeng's father-in-law to prepare a pen and paper, spread it on a few pieces on the Luohan bed, and wrote with a pen.

The Queen Mother wrote slowly, her elbows dangling, falling and lifting, and she weighed and weighed.

There are actually a lot of things I want to persuade, but if I really want to write them, I feel very boring.

The Holy One will not listen.

No matter how loudly she shouted and scolded, no matter how good her words were to persuade her, she could not change the mind of the saint.

At present, this letter has a bit of a "do your best and obey the destiny of heaven", which is really ironic.

Putting down the pen, the Queen Mother didn't look at it again, and didn't care that there were a lot of ink spots left on it because of hesitation, so she let Xiao Zeng's father-in-law dry it and put it in an envelope and cover it with fire paint.

"It's a letter from home," the Empress Dowager said to Master Fu, "the ministers don't have to worry about the mourning family, and they send the fold to the saint to return to Beijing." ”

Things have to be done this way, and whether or not to listen or not is another matter.

Master Fu respectfully responded.