Wu Mingkong snorted coldly and said-for-tat:

"Compared to Fang, I'm still far behind."

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why don't you remember, the minister slapped His Majesty's ass."

"You!"

Wu Mingkong's pretty brush turned red, glaring at Fang Xiu.

[Mood +1000]

"Humph!"

Wu Mingkong knew that he couldn't quarrel with him, so he snorted coldly, didn't entangle with him, and asked, "Why don't you let the new army train weapons?" ”

Fang Xiu told him truthfully: "The minister plans to equip them with new weapons, and there is no point in practicing now." ”

"What new weapon?"

Wu Ming's blank face, revealing curiosity, asked.

Fang Xiu said: "When the time comes, Your Majesty will naturally know. ”

"It's a mystery."

Wu Mingkong gave him a roll of his eyes, and didn't ask any more questions, but asked another question.

"If the new army doesn't train weapons, how can it deal with the anti-thieves in Shuzhou?"

She originally planned to use the new army to quell the rebellion, but now it seems that the new army will not be able to exert much combat power in the short term.

But.

You can't let those soldiers of Zhichong Mansion go into battle to kill the enemy, right?

Don't be at that time, the rebels have not been destroyed, and there is another group of rebels.

Hear the question.

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart and said, "Your Majesty must understand that the people will not rebel if they have a little way to live. ”

Wu Ming glanced blankly at Fang Xiu, and said without a good breath:

"It's not me who persecutes the people!"

"Obviously, you are the people who fish and flesh, looting the people's fat and people's ointment, forcing the people to not survive."

"This compassionate tone seems to be mine."

“......”

Fang Xiu was rarely choked by the empress and couldn't speak.

He cleared his throat, relieved his embarrassment, and said:

"Ahem...... What the minister means is that when the autumn harvest arrives, the first batch of sweet potatoes will ripen, and the thieves will not attack and destroy themselves. ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this, his face showed a thoughtful look.

After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Fang Xiu and said with some concern: "Can the yield of sweet potatoes really reach fifteen times that of rice as you said?" ”

As if he had been insulted, Fang Xiu stood up and said angrily:

"Your Majesty doesn't trust the minister!"

"There's no point in staying here!"

"Farewell!"

I don't know why.

Seeing Fang Xiu's reaction so fiercely.

Wu Mingkong suddenly felt a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant. ”

Fang Xiu asked, "What does that mean!" ”

Wu Mingkong explained in a bit of a panic: "Of course I believe you, but this number is too exaggerated, I, I ......"

Speaking of which.

She suddenly noticed Fang Xiu's eyes.

Where there is a little anger and grievance.

It's clearly teasing!

Suddenly.

Wu Mingkong's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Xiu! I'm fighting with you! ”

[Mood +2000]

Wu Mingkong took out a delicate dagger from his bosom and was about to stab at Fang Xiu.

Of course, it's just a scare, a scare.

Fang Xiu didn't expect that the dignified Son of Heaven would carry a dagger with him.

Startled, his eyes were quick, and he grabbed the empress's delicate wrist.

"Your Majesty, just kidding, don't be impulsive."

Wu Mingkong has lived for sixteen years, and it is the first time he has physical contact with a man, and his heart is inexplicably itchy.

She was pretty and red, and glared at Fang Xiu through gritted teeth.

It took a while to calm down, put down the dagger, and sat back in the dragon chair.

Fang Xiu looked at her and wanted to ask: Why did His Majesty carry a dagger with him.

But you don't have to think about it to know that it must be to protect yourself.

After all, some of the guards in the palace are indeed working for the Fang Party.

Since the empress is unwilling to be Fang Xiu's puppet, it is normal to take precautions.

The empress who sat back on the dragon chair seemed to see Fang Xiu's thoughts, and said coldly:

"That's right! I'm just here to prevent you! ”

Fang Xiu took a step back and said:

"If the minister wants to hurt His Majesty, I'm afraid a dagger can't prevent the minister."

Wu Mingkong pouted and didn't refute, obviously agreeing with what Fang Xiu said.

Seeing that Wu Mingkong didn't speak, Fang Xiu returned to the topic:

"Whether the yield of sweet potatoes is true or not, a month later, we will know."

"During this time, Your Majesty doesn't have to be too anxious, too anxious, it's not good for your skin."

Wu Ming blanked his eyes, and said in his heart: "What does it have to do with you whether my skin is good or not!"

Then there was a long silence.

Seeing that she had nothing to say, Fang Xiu stood up.

"The minister retired."

Wu Mingkong was still sulking, pretending not to hear.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu bowed and turned to leave.

Until he walked away.

Wu Mingkong raised his head and looked in the direction he left.

The heart is about the autumn harvest in a month.

Inexplicably looking forward to it.

............

Time passes.

An autumn rain kicked off the prelude to autumn.

Outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, the leaves fall one by one, with the unique charm of autumn, rendering the golden yellow of the earth.

Wu Mingkong stood under the eaves, Qiong's nose moved slightly, sniffing the fragrance of osmanthus in the air, and closed his starry eyes.

The slender eyelashes flutter slightly.

Allure's face with a faint smile.

Behind.

Lin Wan'er held a delicate yellow book in her hand and said softly: "Your Majesty, tomorrow is your birthday, and the congratulatory gifts sent by hundreds of officials are all recorded in the booklet, do you want to take a look?" ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this, he opened his eyes and said lightly: "Didn't I say that I don't celebrate my birthday." ”

Lin Wan'er whispered: "It's just the intention of the hundred officials, and there are no too expensive gifts." ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this, he didn't say anything more.

The birthday of the Son of Heaven and the congratulatory gifts of hundreds of officials are traditions.

As long as she is not like the first emperor, she holds a banquet and spends a thousand autumn festivals, she is not arrogant and extravagant, greedy and artistic.

Think of the Thousand Autumn Festival.

Wu Mingkong's mind couldn't help but think of Fang Xiu's figure.

At the beginning, it was Fang Xiu who joined the six departments to put on the table and set the birthday of the first emperor as the Thousand Autumn Festival.

I don't know what congratulatory gifts Fang Xiu will give on her first birthday after ascending the throne this time.

Come to think of this.

She looked at Lin Wan'er and said, "Take it to me." ”

Lin Wan'er hurriedly presented her hands.

Wu Mingkong stretched out his hand to take the yellow book and searched it from top to bottom.

For a long time of sticking incense, he didn't find Fang Xiu's name.

Her face became a little ugly, and she searched again from the beginning.

It's time for another stick of incense.

There is still no name for Fang Xiu.

The empress can finally be sure.

Fang Xiu didn't send anything!

Although this move is just in line with her heart.

But somehow.

She wasn't happy at all.

Not only can't be happy.

On the contrary, there is an indescribable discomfort.

She blamed this discomfort on Fang Xiu's behavior, which was a contempt for her, the emperor!

"This traitor! I asked him not to send it, and he really didn't send it! ”

"On weekdays, why haven't I seen him so obedient!"

Wu Mingkong looked at the yellow book in front of him, and suddenly lost the mood to watch osmanthus flowers.

"Wan'er, bring today's recital, I want to review it."

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she was a little surprised, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Your Majesty, didn't you say that you would rest for half a day today?" ”

Wu Mingkong glanced at her and was about to say something.

Not far away, a palace maid's voice suddenly came.

"Prime Minister Fang Xiu begs to see Your Majesty!"

When Wu Mingkong heard Fang Xiu's name, his heart became even more upset.

But on second thought.

Maybe he forgot the congratulatory gift and came to make up for it?

So, he said:

"Accurate!"