Cuizhu set up a small medicine stove for Xu's decoction.

Gu Yunjin carefully advised on the side, asking Cuizhu to pay attention to it, don't leave people easily, seeing that Tingfeng was coming, she turned around and said, "Is there anything else the little grandfather wants to ask?" ”

Listening to the wind, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "Our lord wants to ask you for two more steamed buns." ”

Gu Yunjin thought, Jiang Muyuan is a man after all, and it is not uncommon for two steamed buns not to be full.

The steamed bun is placed at the gate of the yard, and you can take it yourself, why did you come to talk to her?

"There is no shortage of steamed buns, the little grandfather wants a few, just take them." Gu Yunjin laughed.

Listening to the wind, he said: "I like that pickle, and asked the girl where you left the dishes and chopsticks he used just now." ”

Gu Yunjin was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Obviously, I told her that I wasn't particular about it before, why did I still find the dishes and chopsticks now?

She turned around and went into the kitchen to get a new set, filled the pickles, and handed it to Tingfeng: "Everything is here, if the little grandfather wants to add more, you just have to fetch it for him." ”

"Alas!" Listening to the wind, he said again, "Lord has been working too hard these days, I have been busy on the West Mountain for several days, I thought I could rest when I returned to Beijing last night, but I didn't know that the matter in the Ministry of Industry was not over, and this incident happened again." I'm going to enter the palace later. ”

Gu Yunjin pursed his lips.

In her impression, Jiang Muyuan seems to be busy all the time.

There are many wars in the imperial court, and the people in the capital live comfortably, and the wars in other places do not affect here, but the victory or defeat will always be transmitted to the capital, so that the people will say a few words.

In the past, during Gu Yunjin's years in the Yang family, he heard from time to time that the little grandfather of the Ningguo Mansion had quelled the rebellion and went on an expedition again.

When I went to Lingbei, the news was not as well-known as in Beijing, but there would be one or two news of the war in a year, and among them, there was often Jiang Muyuan's name.

That Taoist temple encounter, Jiang Muyuan was on the way to counterinsurgency.

If it is said that those who can work hard, it is indeed extremely rushing.

Although it was not a war at the moment, the Holy Lord did not let Jiang Muyuan rest.

Gu Yunjin said: "I see that the little grandfather's face is injured. ”

Breaking so little skin is not worth mentioning for Jiang Muyuan at all, not to mention that he doesn't care about himself, he won't pay attention to the wind, cold thunder and other personal entourage, and he will be fine when he turns around and fetches water.

But I think that the girl's house is the girl's house, no matter how bold she is, she doesn't like to see people get hurt.

He hurriedly said: "Don't worry, girl, that little bit on your face is nothing, but our master's right hand, I will let the doctor show him in a while." ”

Right hand? Gu Yunjin thought about it carefully, but she didn't notice that Jiang Muyuan's hand was injured.

Tingfeng saw that she was puzzled, and explained: "Maybe I used too much energy last night, and I felt a little uncomfortable, I just saw that he was always holding his arms." ”

Gu Yunjin nodded knowingly.

Jiang Muyuan took the steamed bun pickle melon from Tingfeng's hand, ate it in one bite, went around to the courtyard, and handed the dishes and chopsticks back to Gu Yunjin.

After exchanging hard words, Jiang Muyuan set off to the palace.

Gu Yunjin stood in the alley, watching the horses go away, and then she remembered that she forgot to thank Jiang Muyuan.

arranged the front and back for her, and let her beat Yang Xiyu out of anger, how could she not thank her.

It's a pity that I was so busy that I forgot about it in the end.

I'll have to wait for the next time.

Jiang Muyuan left Beisan Hutong and first confirmed the disaster situation with Shaofu Yin, and the two exchanged news and made their own arrangements.

Above the court, the saint already knew about the fire in Beijing in the middle of the night, and the courtiers were in a hurry to come to the morning court, and the specific situation could not be said, so the saint sent people to the palace gate to spread the word, and asked Jiang Muyuan to go to the imperial study as soon as he entered the palace.

Jiang Muyuan hurriedly went in and briefly talked about the casualties, and before he could talk about the follow-up placement, the saint had already waved his hand.

"There was an accident in the Heart Raising Palace, did the Ministry of Works discuss what results yesterday?" The saint is most concerned about the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Jiang Muyuan lowered his eyes and said: "As yesterday, there is indeed a problem with the materials, but when I checked the account books, I didn't find that any officials were greedy for ink, just because the silver given by the household department was too small......"

Shengshang slapped the table heavily: "The silver is not enough, won't you ask the household department again?" I made them buckle their teeth? ”

"The military needs are too large, the treasury is insufficient." Jiang Muyuan said in a deep voice.

He told the Holy Lord about this situation yesterday, but he also understood that the Holy One would not listen to this.

Sure enough, the saint stood up and paced back and forth in the imperial study with his back hand: "There is really nothing that makes me happy, there are foreign races eyeing me outside, and courtiers doing things indiscriminately, no matter how small, you don't let me worry."

Tell me, you and Ke'er are both seventeen or eighteen years old, and they haven't even decided on family affairs, and when I was the same age as you, your eldest cousin could already count.

I don't count the affairs of the court all day long, but I also have to worry about your life's events.

Tut! Don't talk about it, the more you talk about it, the more angry you get! ”

Jiang Muyuan withdrew and went to the Cixin Palace to visit the Queen Mother.

As soon as he entered the Compassion Palace, Jiang Muyuan met Imperial Doctor Wu head-on.

"How is the Queen Mother's health?" Jiang Muyuan asked.

Doctor Wu bowed and said, "It's still the same, you have to be comfortable and rest, don't worry about the little grandfather." ”

Jiang Muyuan bowed his head, took a few steps forward, and when he passed by Imperial Doctor Wu, he said in a low voice: "You have to go to Beisan Hutong to have a look." ”

Imperial Physician Wu raised his eyebrows and bowed his head slightly to indicate that he understood.

In the inner hall, the queen mother sat cross-legged on the wooden kang, saw Jiang Muyuan coming, and beckoned to him: "Just came out of the imperial study?" ”

Jiang Muyuan greeted him and nodded in response.

The Queen Mother snorted and pouted, "Talking about marriage again?" Scold! It's not that the mourning family wants to talk about him, his own harem is uneven, and he thinks about the marriage of his nephew and nephew all day long, and he has nothing to do! The mourning family is tired for him!

You ignore him, and tell Ke'er, don't pay attention to him! ”

Ke'er refers to the little prince of Yongwangfu, Sun Ke.

Shengshang, King Yong and the eldest princess of Anyang are all born to the queen mother, among the grandsons and grandchildren, the queen mother's favorite is Sun Ke, even if she beats the little Sun Ke naughty, it is still the queen mother's baby pimple for so many years.

The Queen Mother finished complaining, and asked about last night's fire.

Jiang Muyuan answered them one by one.

The Empress Dowager stiffened her face and said, "If you want me to say, you should find Daoist Yan Qing back."

The mourning family didn't let him build a heart palace, he wanted to build it, and it collapsed.

How many years has it been since there has been such a big fire in Kyori, isn't this a bad omen?

What the mourning family said, as long as he can listen to three or five sentences out of ten, he can be a lot more peaceful. ”

The queen mother said that the saint, Jiang Muyuan could only listen, not say it in the air, nor come in reverse, but fortunately, the queen mother was just looking for a listener, and she chattered about it, and it was finally much more comfortable.

Lunch is left at the Palace of Compassion.

Obviously, the Empress Dowager used it lightly, and the vegetarian dishes on the table were the mainstay, because Jiang Muyuan was there, and a few more dishes of meat were served, but Jiang Muyuan tasted a few bites, and always felt that it was not as good as a few steamed buns and a few pickles in the morning.

It's a simple sour and spicy taste, but it has an endless aftertaste.

Before leaving the palace, Jiang Muyuan went to the imperial dining room to ask for a box of dim sum and asked Tingfeng to send it to Beisan Hutong.

It's all about courtesy.