The soldiers of Huainan Province swaggered past Shannan Road, and the people on the street were no longer surprised to see it.

"Mrs. Chu has sent a letter to Lord Han again."

"Is it the court's reward for Mrs. Chu? Mrs. Chu Guo said to Lord Han. ”

"That's really a congratulation."

Everyone laughed and laughed and talked about watching the soldiers enter the Shannan Provincial Government.

When night fell, Fucheng fell into silence, the lights in Han Xu's room in Shannan Province were extinguished, and the Shannan Province Government also fell into silence.

The house not far from the Sannan Provincial Government was lit up.

"This is a letter and a painting from the eldest lady." Nakazato places the letter and the painting on the table.

The letter was thrown on the table and no one cared, Osmanthus opened the painting, and the bean lady came to Li Mingyu, who looked at the painting with bright eyes.

The painting of Huainan Dao is solemn, and the mist lingers, like a fairy palace.

In the fairy palace, there was a woman dressed in white veil, white clothes were stacked like clouds and mist, and gold and silver threads were faintly interim.

She lowered her head, and could only see her soft white and delicate hands, long black hair, and golden beaded flowers on her head.

Although he couldn't see his face, Li Mingyu's tears still welled up: "My sister has become more beautiful." ”

No one in the room objected to his words, the bean lady nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and the osmanthus looked down at the painting with a pleased look.

"Miss's face is already healed." Nakazato said, "You can do without a veil, but your reputation is getting bigger and bigger, so you still have to cover it up in order to avoid being recognized." ”

Li Mingyu nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand." ”

Nakazato said: "The letter was hidden in the clothes by Lord Han, I must send it back, so as not to be discovered, the painting is too big, he is hidden under the bed, he will not look at it often, and the little boy can stay for a few more days." ”

Li Mingyu smiled and shook his head: "No, no." Pressing his hand to his heart, "My sister is in my heart, I don't have to look at the painting all the time." ”

Just take a look.

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Han Xu woke up, stretched out his hand and pressed his heart, and he could feel the sound of the letter through his clothes, and the letter was still there.

Han Xu breathed a sigh of relief, the letters given by Mrs. Chu were hidden in the clothes with large pockets, he looked at the dark night, and the windows that were blown open by the wind, and the snapping sound continued.

Is anyone snooping? Did anyone flip in? Han Xu was not afraid, he seemed to be in control of Shannan Dao and Jiannan Dao, but in fact, it was all an illusion, and now in this troubled world, fathers, sons and brothers can turn their backs on the rights of soldiers and horses.

He and Jiannan Dao are not even related by blood, everything is just a transaction.

Once he has no value, the people of Jiannan Dao will be able to swallow him in one bite.

Especially now, he has Shannan Dao in his hands, and the people of Jiannan Dao feel that he can also get out.

There is no safe place for him in the Daoya, and he does not ask for this, as long as it does not affect his work, what is there to fear in the thorns.

Han Xu picked up the bedside lamp, walked barefoot and closed the window, and when he came back to extinguish the bedside lamp, he thought of something and pulled out a box from under the bed, opened a pile of books with the help of the faint lamp, and saw a scroll.

Han Xu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his dealings with Mrs. Chu Guo were maintained, the specific evidence should not be seen.

Thinking about the letter he received today, Han Xu's brows tightened, and he knew that he would receive this kind of letter!

Of course, this is also what he wants, but fortunately, this letter is a little more subtle than the last time, and it is still a little beautiful to read......

What do you think, this matter has nothing to do with whether the words of the letter are beautiful or not!

Han Xu sighed again, looking helpless and stunned in the middle of the night, reduced to the point of deliberately having an affair with a woman to get a place, and his heart was also a little sad.

Of course, this is only in the middle of the night, and he will not feel this way when he wakes up.

There are too many things to do when you wake up, too many things are more important than sadness, and too many things are more meaningful than feeling sorry for yourself.

For example, training and raising troops, such as the situation of the rebel army, such as whether Zhang An and Wang Lin of Linzhou led the troops as generals smoothly.

Han Xu blew out the light, and the darkness engulfed the room again, accompanied by the sound of Suosuo, Han Xu lay down and fell asleep.

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In the early winter, Linzhou is already cold.

Just after the fourth watch, the sky is still a little dark, the front of the Lu Wangfu has become very lively, the Lu Wangfu can not be compared with the Beijing Palace, although the current court officials are less than half of the prosperous times, the court officials are not having a good time, and the entourage is also less than half, but the court still squeezes the venue outside the Lu Wangfu.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the official robes on the body are not as good as before, and breakfast is not provided in front of the palace to warm up.

This pleasant atmosphere has continued since the news of the recovery of Fan Yang Weizhou and the killing of An Shouzhong.

It is conceivable that it will continue until the Chinese New Year.

Walking into the palace of King Lu, Cui Zheng was already standing in front of the main hall, as the prime minister, he and some other important ministers were allowed by the emperor to live in the palace of King Lu, and the court was only a few steps away for him, but he still waited for the officials to arrive and enter the palace together.

Cui Xiangye was so polite that the officials couldn't be casual, so they stopped talking and laughing, stood in order, and entered the hall under the leadership of Cui Zheng.

The court discussion is no different from the past, rewards, winter, taxes and silver, food and other miscellaneous matters, although all things are complicated, it is not a big problem, the officials have also given a solution, the emperor sits on the dragon chair, thanks to the hard work of the court officials, blame himself for letting the people of the world suffer, you can retire from the court.

The real pilgrimage began in the small hall after retreating.

"This is about the reward for the Zhenwu army." An official presented a booklet, "Your Majesty, please." ”

A eunuch stepped forward to take it and put it in front of the emperor, and the emperor looked at his eyes and looked a little uneasy: "Aiqing, this is a little little, Zhenwujun has a great merit at this time." ”

The official leaned over and said, "Your Majesty, the grand military merit comes from the world's suffering, and the reward in the court is not grand." ”

The emperor's expression was gloomy, and his nasal voice was thick: "It's all my fault." ”

The officials, as at other times, called it the sin of Ankang Mountain, which had nothing to do with His Majesty, and so the monarch and the ministers were in harmony.

"I can't give much of a reward." The emperor returned to the topic and tried with the officials, "Just squeeze the grain, grass, soldiers and horses, and send them to the Wudu Governor, these are what he lacks the most." ”

Cui Zheng said: "Your Majesty, the Zhenwu Army is too grand at this time, and it can't be fueled anymore. ”

As soon as these words came out, the officials in the palace were silent for a while, and the emperor sat on the dragon chair, as if a fire had been lit under the chair.

The fire did not warm his cold-wrapped body, but made him panic.

"Xiangye, you, what are you talking about." He asked, confused.

Cui Zheng doesn't like Wu Ya'er, which everyone knows.

But Cui Zheng never talked about Zhenwu Army in front of the emperor, and even if Wu Ya'er did not return to resist the decree in the previous paragraph, he didn't say anything, but just issued a few more wills one after another.

The prime minister knows that now that the turmoil has not yet been quelled in Great Xia, he cannot fight between civil and military, and the prime minister can support the boat in his stomach and pursue the overall situation.

So what's going on now?

Is the Great Xia turmoil coming to an end, or is the prime minister unable to bear it?