As for those ministers, there is no need to rush for a while, they can be used if they can, and they don't need to be ......

When they don't use it, they have their own place.

He smiled.

We'll talk about that then.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh, and these things are not in a hurry.

One day, he will make the country go its own way.

As for the battlefield, I hope that after those people hear it, the strategists and military advisors around them will be able to see his plan - this is a yang plan.

Since he has set the position of the prince, then he is telling the world in Ming Huanghuang that he wants to devote the power of the country to fight with them endlessly.

They have only two endings: death or surrender.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, it will prove that the rebels are nothing more than that, and victory will belong to him.

He was never smart, and everything he had now was earned by his hard work.

Because of this, every step he takes is steady, step by step, and never gets sideways.

So he was so sure he could get what he wanted.

He never minded writing in detail, and he didn't care about making himself successful in any way. Just like Aobai back then, as the first Batum of the Manchus, didn't he fall into his hands in the end?

He burned the note handed over by Liang Jiugong.

He already knew this, there was no need to care, he cared more about the future than what was in front of him.

He lowered his eyes and continued to write Zhu Zhu.

It was already late at night, and there was a roar of insects outside the house.

In the flickering lights, Kangxi sat on the desk for approval.

In the Qianqing Palace, the tea house in the room of the side hall is still lit with candles, and Umalu sits under the candle flame, embroidering the petals on the purse.

Chen Jiayi glanced at her and asked her to go back to rest: "You go back to rest first, and when it's time for your shift, you can stay up all night with us." ”

Umalu stood up, walked to the door, looked at the moon, turned around and asked, "When are we going to be a head like this?" ”

"It's hard to say." Ma Jiarong said, "Long live the Lord rests early, let's naturally rest early, just in case they come to call for tea in the middle of the night, and they can't fall asleep." ”

Chen Jiayi added: "Generally, one day off every two days." ”

She smiled slightly and said, "So I told you to go back and rest first, and then talk about it later." ”

Ma Jiarongrong came out of the inner room at this time and said, "Chen Jiayi is right, you go back and rest first." ”

Ma Jia Rongrong thought for a while and said: "You have been with us for more than ten days in a row, and you have not rested for a day, I will be the master today, you will rest for a day tomorrow, and I will just say it to my aunt for you." ”

Umalu hesitated, "It's not good. ”

Ma Jia Rongrong waved his hand and said: "There's nothing bad, my aunt has the intention to tell you to take a break before, just waiting for you to get started." ”

Ma Jiarongrong sat down, waved his hand at Chen Jiayi and said, "You go and rest first, I'll guard it." ”

Chen Jiayi got up, walked to the back room, passed by Umalu and said, "Rong Rong is right, we planned to let you rest after you get started." Besides, there is time after that, and this day or two will not hinder anything. ”

Umalu thought about it, greeted the two of them, and walked to the back of the house.

In order to serve their masters well, they are usually given shelter near their residences. Often a large number of people live in a palace, and their food will also be counted in the master's salary.

When he entered the house, Umalu was about to go to bed when he heard a whispered sob.

Umalus hesitated, and as if he had not heard, he covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.

The rules in the palace are strict, and the palace people have to have a little joy on their faces at any time, so that people will be happy from the bottom of their hearts when they look at it. It is not allowed to show sorrow on the faces of the palace people, and if they are discovered, they will not be punished.

So even if he is wronged or homesick, the big guy hides and cries secretly in the bed at night.

When Umalu had lived with Wan Liuha and the other little sisters before, she knew that she shouldn't bother at this time.

She could only pretend that nothing had happened, close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

In the daze, someone seemed to sit beside her, stuffing three objects into her bed, and after a soft sigh, the dark shadow returned to his bed.

She wanted to ask a few questions, but after all, she was sympathetic to the other party's emotions, so she swallowed back.

On the second day, she was woken up by Ma Jiarongrong.

She was a little confused: "What's wrong?" Why are you, shouldn't it be Chen Jiayi resting today. ”

Ma Jiarongrong's expression was distorted, she pointed to Aunt Dai Jia's bed, and lowered her voice.

"Auntie, swallow gold."

Umalu came to her senses completely, she grabbed Ma Jia Rongrong's arm, and said urgently: "Save her." ”

Ma Jiarongrong's face was white: "People are gone." ”

Umalu put on his shoes, walked over and opened the quilt, took a look, and said with a white face: "This is a poisonous ......"

Ma Jia Rongrong covered her mouth: "Grandma, you don't want to die." ”

Umalu quickly reacted, and she changed her words: "Why can't my aunt think about swallowing gold?" ”

Ma Jia Rongrong shook his head: "I don't know." ”

She sighed: "I'm afraid we won't be able to avoid being punished." ”

She sighed again: "I'm not afraid of being punished, it's good if my life can be saved." ”

Wu Malu listened to it in her heart, although she was not smart, but she used her brain more, and when she heard Ma Jia Rongrong say this, she quickly understood.

This matter is the same as Ma Jiarongrong's insistence on saying that Aunt Dai Jia's drinking poison is swallowing gold.

They are the ladies of the tea palace, and they handle the things imported by the emperor and the princes and ministers, and as a result, there are people here with poison in their hands.

No matter how you look at it, it can't be explained.

A chill ran through her back.

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

There were a few coughs from behind, and she subconsciously glanced out, and Liang Jiugong's father-in-law was standing outside the door with Xiao Meng Gonggong.

She took a few steps back, put on the plain shoulder on the bed, and stepped aside like a quail.

Ma Jiarong saluted and said, "Father-in-law Liang." ”

Xiao Meng's father-in-law opened the quilt, Liang Jiugong stepped forward to take a look, did not speak, and his face did not look good.

Umalu and Ma Jia Rongrong waited quietly.

Liang Jiugong took a step back and nodded slightly, and Xiao Meng's father-in-law put down the quilt, and then Liang's father-in-law looked at the two of them.

"Take it down."

The emperor couldn't do without the people who were waiting, and Liang Jiugong just asked his subordinates to interrogate them separately, and sat on the Taishi's chair by himself and waited for news.

When Umalu was brought to him, he knelt dutifully, bowed his head and said nothing, asking and answering.

"You'll go back to the house when the time comes, what's wrong with Dai Jia's family."

"I heard my aunt crying, and I was afraid of losing her face, so I didn't ask, I lay down and rested." Umarus 1510.