The wind and snow stopped, the winter sun rose, the sun at the end of the hour dappled the ground in the room along the window spirit of the palace, and a pair of women's brand-new embroidered spring lake boots were placed next to the bed with a red curtain.

There was a sudden "squeak" sound on the bed, and a pair of snow-white Rouyi stretched out the smoke wave dragon and phoenix quilt.

Zhi Feiyan subconsciously snuggled into the hazy arms, but only the residual warmth remained, and she didn't see the gentle arms of last night, so she couldn't help but open her eyes, and it was already empty in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, remembering the madness of last night and the feeling of wandering in a dream in the clouds that was completely different from years of painstaking practice, and her face showed a hint of shyness and a little loss.

He's not here?

Where did he go?

She suddenly longed to see him, a strange dependence that was hard to describe.

Stunned for a while, with a slight wave of his hand, a stream of water swept in all directions, penetrating hundreds of acupoints, and he felt that his body was extremely sore.

Five hours, it's really going to be a toss......

She suddenly seemed to remember something again, hurriedly rummaged under the futon, picked up a snow-white silk scarf, which was stained with bright red blood, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Whether it is a martial arts master or a lady who is the daughter of the gate valve, marrying a wife and inheriting grace for the first time, this thing is extremely important, even more important than life.

Picked up the brand-new pleated clothes and white skirts on the side, hurriedly put them on, put the silk scarf into his arms, and just put on the boots, Jianchun, the personal maid who was married at home, and seven or eight maids rushed in, quietly glanced at her, and smiled slightly: "The eldest lady is up?"

"Hmm."

Fold Feiyan waved her sleeves and sat next to the bronze mirror, and Jian Chun and a few maids who were good at grooming had already stepped forward to serve.

It wasn't until half an hour later that I finally finished dressing up, swept the moth eyebrows, and the red lips were light, and the eyebrows were like green feathers, the muscles were like mutton fat, the face was lined with peach petals, and Ying Ying held a thin waist.

Because of his perennial martial arts practice, his posture is delicate but not losing a kind of water-like slenderness, and his eyes are watery and smoky, exuding respectable insight.

"The eldest lady is so good-looking." Jian Chun pursed his lips and chuckled.

"Where's the county king?" Zhi Feiyan got up and asked softly, I don't know what strange thoughts prompted her, in short, I really wanted to see him.

Jian Chun chuckled and said, "Early in the morning, I went to the Yangxin Pavilion by the Bibo Pool to deal with government affairs."

Zhi Feiyan pondered for a while and ordered, "Prepare tea, and go with me to my uncle and aunt to serve tea."

……

When they arrived at the side hall where Jiang Hu and his wife were located, the maid had already informed them in advance that the couple had already sat on the Taishi chair, posing as their father-in-law and mother-in-law who were in charge of the house.

There is only one concubine Jiang Yuxi under the knees of the two, and she was also sent by Jiang Yuqing to lead the army in the Ten Kingdoms of the Western Regions, but there are still many concubines and concubines, but in the family of gate lords who pay great attention to the distinction between concubines and concubines, it is really not worth mentioning, and they are all children with little potential, and they rarely take a second look.

So the two of them really didn't have the experience of being in-laws, and they were a little excited at this time, but when they saw the Feiyan money coming, they bowed politely and offered tea: "Please uncle and aunt for tea!"

"Good good ......"

The two of them couldn't help but think inexplicably that if Jiang Yuqing was their son......

Never mind! This kind of son is not capable of being born in our family, he is too domineering, his wrist is too strong, his temper is too arbitrary, and his mind is too deep, and he is a little panicked as an elder.

However, Guo Shi still took out his mother-in-law's posture, what kind of door valve rules, and the style of the princess, chattered endlessly, and then found that Zhi Feiyan's eyes were full of generosity and familiar smiles.

I can't help but be a little embarrassed, this little lady is also a very high martial arts realm, born in a gate valve, very principled and assertive, and can't help but be bored for a while.

Zhi Feiyan walked out of the side hall, it was already close to noon, looking at the clear blue sky and a few wisps of clouds passing by at random, a pair of clean eyes as clear as a pool suddenly flashed a trace of shock, and immediately quickened his pace: "Go to the Heart Cultivation Pavilion!"

Bibo Pond is in the northeast corner of the mansion, is a huge lake that runs through the holy mountain river in the city, a wooden village leads to the center of the lake, and in the center of the lake is a huge withered beam painting building.

Zhi Feiyan went to the edge of the pavilion, glanced inside, and saw Jiang Yuqing sitting on the main seat, wearing a brocade robe, a golden crown and tied hair, long black hair scattered around the waist, a tall posture, a skin color whiter than the girl's family, and even more handsome than the girl's family, writing something.

On each side stood a handsome maid with a long sword at her waist, and a handsome or elven handsome face.

Below are more than 20 officials and generals at all levels, also writing something.

This is dealing with the military and political affairs of the Western Qin, and it is just a pavilion in the middle of the lake, but it is already the central center of the territory of the Western Qin.

Zhi Feiyan didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while.

At this time, I saw that the county king raised his head, a smile appeared in a pair of deep eyes that were always incomprehensible, waved at her, and patted his side again.

Zhi Feiyan's heart warmed, and she walked into the pavilion.

"Madame!"

A group of officials and generals stood up and saluted.

"Everyone's free."

Zhi Feiyan bowed her head slightly, walked straight to Xin Zhuo's side, met his gaze, trembled in her heart, and sat cross-legged with her head bowed.

After waiting for a while, he quietly looked at the king of the county, and saw that he was continuing to write something, so he looked at the thick pile of documents waiting for annotation, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

On the current document is a row of small letters that are not good-looking, but vigorous and powerful, and the content is shocking:

"The tax reduction and exemption of the eighteen prefectures in the three states is the will of the county king's mansion, why are there road levies, carriage and horse money, land and mu taxes, commercial taxes and capitation money? Does the prefect's yamen eat dung?

If the prefect's yamen is unbearable, the king will order the lieutenant general to deal with it, Jiang Weizhong, if you still want to continue to do it, you will show your results and see me, not full of nonsense......"

The words he said were too straightforward and rude, not at all like the handwriting of the Iron and Blood County King.

But then he wrote another line of words: "I understand the truth that when the water is clear, there are no fish, and it is not impossible for the officials under the door to be greedy for fire consumption and flies and dogs, but Jiang Zhifu, you should know that the current affairs are difficult, and now you must not have it!" We are a person who can't tolerate sand in our eyes, and the officials under my door treat me sincerely, and I will not hesitate to reward and give me an official position, so that I can do it. ”

This sentence is like the finishing touch. The front is ruthlessly beaten, and the back is heartfelt and inspiring.

Such an annotation is from the hand of the Iron and Blood County King, who would dare to do it below?

Zhi Feiyan looked at Xin Zhuo blankly, and suddenly didn't understand why this husband, who was only eighteen years old after the New Year, could be so skillful and insightful of the world, like a shrewd politician in his seventies and eighties.

Next, the king of the county wrote like a god, often a book of recitals at random glance, and he saw the meaning of the officials and the hidden mysteries, the beating that should be beaten, the killing of the killing, the praise of the praise, and the reward of a lot.

When it comes to playing Tai Chi, no one has ever played him, with both thunder and soft breeze.

And he is well versed in government affairs, people's livelihood, the military, and criminal litigation, and he is familiar with and is good at outrageous.

Zhi Feiyan was already completely shocked, such a person is definitely a holy master, I am afraid that in a few years, the land of Western Qin will become a pure land on earth where the road is not left behind and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

She looked at Xin Zhuo silently, and her mentality suddenly changed completely, if she was still a little rejected yesterday, she felt ...... today Maybe he climbed such a man.

The contemporary head of the Jiang family, the king of the Western Qin County, the master of the Little Venerable, the master of hundreds of thousands of troops and tens of millions of people, the sage is dictatorial, but he is young and handsome.

I was stupid for a while.

And Xin Zhuo actually doesn't have any ideas, he has too many things in his heart, dealing with such ghost things as government affairs, with his little venerable realm, the powerful Yuanchen Palace, and the memories of various routines that were poisoned by film and television dramas in his previous life, it is really too pediatric.

It wasn't until all the documents were annotated and the government clerks were ordered to distribute them that they asked in a deep voice: "Where is the book of the Ministry of Rites?" Does Mr. Tamashiro have any news? ”