The emperor rubbed his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "What does Feng Xiang think?" ”

Zuo Prime Minister Feng Bonian took a step forward and arched his hand: "Your Majesty, Weichen thinks that it is imperative to increase the army. Although the grain and grass are not abundant now, it will not be able to hold on to the spring grain collection. However, thinking that the thief was scheming, even the old general Hua Fei Yanghua was restrained by him. This increase in troops also requires a safe person to be in command. ”

The corners of Tobe Shangshu's mouth twitched, but he couldn't refute it. No matter how empty the treasury is, it will not be able to supply even two months' worth of grain and grass. What he is worried about is that the situation of the spring grain is still unknown, in case there is a bias in the middle, wouldn't he have to let him carry this black pot.

The emperor pondered for a moment and asked, "Which general is willing to lead the troops into battle?" ”

The court was suddenly silent, and the eyes of the ministers swept over the military attaches in the front row.

Murong Chu looked at his nose, nose and mouth, mouth and heart, and was silent. If it was in the past, he would definitely not hesitate to ask for an order to fight, but at this time, unlike in the past, with the current strength of King Jin, the war could not be calmed down for a while. If he fights, I'm afraid that when Mo Li gives birth, he won't be able to accompany him.

"Weichen is not talented, and he is willing to hang this handsome seal!" Qingyuan Hou said loudly.

Murong Chu raised his eyes suddenly, although the Marquis of Qingyuan had great achievements, he was now nearly fifty years old, and he had old injuries, and he had not been on the battlefield for many years.

Driven by the Marquis of Qingyuan, several military attachés came out to ask for orders.

The emperor looked at the ministers in the court, but he did not make an order for a long time. There were bursts of discussion in the court. Everyone can see that these people are not the emperor's favorite people.

Murong Chu sighed in his heart, gritted his teeth, and bowed his hand: "Your Majesty, Weichen is willing to lead the troops into battle!" ”

The emperor seemed to be relieved, raised his hand and patted the dragon book case, and said, "Okay!" This time, Murong Aiqing took command to settle the anti-thieves. ”

"Wechen obeys!"

"Your Majesty, Weichen is willing to go on the expedition with General Murong!" A clear voice came. When the ministers looked over, they were all stunned, and the person who spoke turned out to be the former Seventh Prince, and now the loyal king Zhong Hanmiao.

Zhong Hanmiao rarely participated in court politics when he was a prince before, and after the new emperor ascended the throne, although he was not absent from every early dynasty, he never expressed his opinion. usually lives in a simple place, and it is no longer the prodigal appearance of the past. At this time, taking the initiative to ask for war was indeed unexpected by everyone.

The emperor frowned slightly: "Seventh Emperor Brother, there are no eyes on the battlefield, you ......"

Before the words were finished, Zhong Hanmiao lifted his robe and knelt down: "Your Majesty, Weichen knows that he has no talent to lead troops, and he is willing to be a pawn, I hope Your Majesty will succeed!" ”

"Brother Seven Emperors, hurry up. I...... Quasi-play! "The emperor knew that Zhong Hanmiao had a knot, when the King of Jin forced the palace, Concubine Qing died in his arms, and he knelt in front of the emperor's dragon couch for a whole night. Since then, this once unruly young man has been depressed. Since he insisted on going with the army, it was up to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhong Hanmiao stood up, his long eyes lowered and he stopped making a sound.

After that, someone played some messy little things, and Murong Chu didn't bother to listen, only thinking about how to tell Mo Li about his expedition.

After retiring from the court, the emperor left several important ministers behind to discuss the expedition.

"Your Majesty, is it inappropriate to let King Zhong accompany him this time?" Feng Bonian hesitated again and again, but still raised the doubts in his heart.

Although Zhong Hanmiao did not participate in the rebellion of King Jin at the beginning, he was the brother of King Jin after all, and it was inevitable that he would not release water to King Jin at a critical moment.

The emperor sighed: "It's okay. If he wants to go, let him go, he ...... It doesn't affect anything. Moreover, it was also an opportunity to test whether he had a different heart.

Since the emperor has said so, it is inconvenient for others to refute it, and Zhong Hanmiao's departure with the army has been decided.

After some deliberation, it was finally decided that the household department would immediately raise grain and grass, and ten days later, the army would send troops to Xilong Road.

After the discussion, everyone knelt down, and when they were about to leave the imperial study, the emperor suddenly said, "General Murong will stay for the time being." ”

Murong Chu paused, turned around and returned to the Dragon Book case. The emperor sighed lightly: "Let General Murong take command this time, I can't bear it in my heart. However, if the thief is not eliminated, it will eventually be the trouble of my Great Zhou. ”

His Majesty's words were serious, and Weichen was terrified. It is the duty of a courtier to share the worries of His Majesty. Murong Chu bowed his hand.

"I am already a father of two children, how can I not know Murong Aiqing's mood at this moment." The emperor patted him on the shoulder, "Murong Aiqing is a family for the country, this is a great righteousness." During Aiqing's absence in the capital, if there is anything, let Mrs. Murong enter the palace to find the queen. ”

Murong Chu saluted again: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" ”

The emperor bowed slightly: "Go, accompany Mrs. Murong more these days." ”

"Yes, Weichen retires!"

In the main room of Moyuan Pavilion, Mo Li sat by the window doing needlework. Although the weather in March was still cool, even in the afternoon, it was not hot, but she still felt a little dry inexplicably.

After sewing the last few stitches on the robe in his hand, he just wanted to ask someone to make a cup of herbal tea to relieve dryness, but he saw Murong Chu standing by the door with his hands and looking at her.

The sunlight slanted on his body, and the figure of the dark robe seemed to be covered with a halo, and it looked more and more erect. Under the light and shadow, the shadow cast by his eyelashes covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. But from the thin lips that were tightly pursed, it could be seen that he was not in a very good mood right now.

The people in the room had disappeared at some point, and only the two of them were staring at each other. Mo Li put down the needle and thread in his hand, got up and walked in front of Murong Chu, and looked up at him.

"Li'er, I'm sorry." Murong Chu suddenly stretched out his long arm and hugged the person in front of him into his arms.

Mo Li closed her eyes vigorously, forced back her tears, and asked softly, "When are you leaving?" ”

"Ten days later." Murong Chu's voice was a little hoarse.

"That'...... I'll go pack your bags. Mo Li suppressed the sourness at the base of his nose and wanted to get out of his arms.

Murong Chu smiled: "Silly girl, there are still ten days, where do you have to clean up now." ”

Only then did Mo Li realize how lame his excuse was, turned around and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, picked up the robe he had just made and said, "Try it, see if it fits." ”

This is the first time Mo Li has made clothes, with ink-colored dark cloud brocade, and the cuffs and placket are trimmed with gold silk auspicious cloud patterns. Although the style is simple, it is in line with Murong Chu's consistent dressing habits.

"It's a good fit." Murong Chu stood in front of the bronze mirror and let Mo Li help him tie his robe.

Through the mirror, he suddenly saw Mo Li holding his stomach stiff there, and quickly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Li shook his head, frowned slightly, and said, "Baby kick me!" ”

Murong Chu's big hand covered it, and sure enough, he felt a string of small bags bulging out of his protruding belly, like a fish spitting bubbles, sliding from one side to the other.