In the hall, only the sound of breathing was heavy and procrastinating, and the text and ink from Kuanzhou were like a torture rod, borrowing the general trend of the world and hitting the most noble father and son in the world.

The emperor closed his eyes for a long time, broke the silence with his words, ordered the crown prince to get up, and said slowly: "Recruit strong men and brave women outside the two prefectures of Kuan and Ji as garrisons, and select ten commanders from the forbidden army to go to train the army."

As he spoke, he pondered about the state and county: "The military name is designated as a town, and the west of Wangju intersects with the eastern capital of Kwanju and Jeju, and the army is stationed here, and the state and county are not allowed to interfere in military affairs, and report directly to the Privy Council."

The crown prince responded: "Yes, the minister will give an account to the envoy of Wu Shu before the court tomorrow morning."

The Emperor took a few breaths: "Tea."

Zhang Xianfeng hurriedly brought ginseng tea and fed it to the emperor's mouth.

The emperor drank half of it, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and continued: "Let the Privy Council sort out the military registration, and cut out those who are over fifty and those who are short and weak, you are the crown prince, and you are also in charge of the household department, how much silver can be saved by cutting out 100,000 soldiers?"

The prince carefully considered the words and replied, "If the minister calculates roughly, he can save fifteen million taels of silver, seven million horses of silk, one million ends of cloth, and thirteen million stones of grain a year."

"Then I will cut off 100,000 soldiers," the emperor coughed, "I have done it for you, and I have done it for you, and you have done it for you, and I can't let the country be cut off in the hands of our father and son."

When the prince heard this, he was about to confess his guilt repeatedly, but he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps outside the palace.

In such a quiet night without wind and rain, the sound of footsteps is really harsh.

Zhang Xianfeng hurriedly walked out, and soon walked back, handing over the second Kuanzhou letter to the emperor.

"Who did the afterthought?" The emperor sneered and opened the sheepskin seal, and when he saw that it was written by Hou Fuzhong again, he frowned.

「…… Mofu sent the coffin of King Wei ......"

The emperor's eyes were shaking with handwriting, his hands were shaking, his people were shaking, and the words on the paper were full of his son's blood.

Suddenly there was a loud wind in his ears - his son did not die at the hands of Jin Yu.

Mo family!

With a "poof", he spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the book, and the person was like a dead wood, decaying in an instant.

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Xianfeng almost fainted, "Quickly pass on the Imperial Doctor!"

"Your Majesty...... Daddy!"

The prince was shocked and cold, barely calmed down, turned his head and asked Zhang Fengfeng to tighten the Fu Palace, hesitating whether to prepare early, while trembling to read the book, only to see that under the blood spots, there was a murder case hidden in black and white, which made him satisfied.

The King of Wei is dead.

He jerked his head up and looked at the emperor with a dull expression, all the joys and sorrows hidden under this mask, not revealing anything.

He saw that the emperor exuded the same smell of decay as this dynasty, with deep nicks between his eyebrows, wrinkles on his face, and brown spots all over his face, only his gaze was still piercing.

Even if he is weak and powerless, even if the heavens are reincarnated and the dynasty is weak, the emperor is still the lord of the world, and he will never prostrate on the ground because of a strong enemy, and the prince sees the terrifying ruthlessness in his face.

"Your Majesty......"

The emperor's mouth was full of blood, and he lowered his voice in the chaos of the hall: "Abandon Kuanju, do not pay military salaries, do not send blades and gunpowder, do not replenish state officials, do not take soldiers, do not provide disaster relief, close the tea and salt fields, close the granary, and station troops outside Jeju, and slowly plan it."

"Yes."

When the prince came out of Yanfu Palace, when he was already a child, the emperor's vitality was greatly injured, but he still forcibly blocked Yanfu Palace to prevent the news of his serious illness from leaking, so he fell asleep.

At this time, the night was already dark, there was still no wind and no rain, and the night was like a viscous ink ingot, circulating above the towering palace, and the red palace lamps stretched out one by one, dividing the entire palace into countless pieces.

This huge chessboard, the people in the world are not chess pieces in the chessboard, just a little dust on the chessboard, and the opponents will erase their joys, sorrows, sorrows and lives with a wave of their sleeves.

All sentient beings will not find that Kuanzhou has become an outcast, because there will be a high-sounding decree to complete the emperor's will, and only the best of them can find the clues.

What about discoverability?

It's just that death is more painful.

The prince clasped his hands on his sleeves

, I am so confused that I don't know how to clean up this mess.

The coffin of King Wei has not arrived, and the Ministry of Rites has prepared in advance of the funeral, and the peace talks have failed, so they must give an explanation to the people of the world, and those who may be held accountable can no longer die, so who will be used to whitewash the peace?

The next day, after the emperor was not in court, the crown prince discussed with the Privy Council the completion of the construction of a new army and the elimination of redundant soldiers, selected Huang Yiren's henchmen, as well as the men in Huang Yiren's family, and pulled them into the cell, asked Li Li about the crime of foreign affairs, and cleanly beheaded him three days later for public display.

The ministers of the court and the central government are all smart and clever people, knowing that after this incident, Mo Lingfeng has benefited the most, not only can continue to hold the military power, but also can dispatch Kuanzhou, and the crown prince is also in a firm position because of the death of King Wei, but they are all willing to accept the foolery of the heavenly family, and even the Yushitai does not dare to be unforgiving in this matter. Look at the book

At the end of October, the coffin of King Wei returned to Beijing, except for the funeral, the prince had to make up his mind, and there was another matter that made the prince difficult.

The officials routinely recommend the governor of Kuanzhou, the prefect, and the envoy of the festival, but if it is repeatedly shelved, it will arouse suspicion.

He sighed for two whole days in the East Palace, and then told the emperor that on November 2, the emperor summoned the Hanlin Yuan to draft an edict, recorded the Huang declaration, and appointed Zhang Feng as an envoy to send the edict to Kuanzhou.

By the time the decree arrived in Kuanju, it was already mid-November.

In the city of Kuanzhou, a cotton mill was quietly built, and female workers were invited to sew cotton clothes inside, a hundred dollars a day, and the poor girls in the city flocked to it, and they couldn't wait to have work every day.

And Mo Lingfeng buried Mo Qianlan, and after inviting back the Tibetan Bodhisattva from Cheng's house, he chose sixteen auspicious days and dug deep with Wu Jin twenty miles north of the racecourse.

On the bank of the river was a simple room with a rose square table and two high chairs, and a charcoal fire was burning in front of her, and Wu Jin sat in the chair and carefully looked through the fish scale book.

At this time, the grassland and the Shuo River are frozen hard, and the sand flowing on both sides of the Shuo River will not swallow life, until the beginning of spring of the next year, when the glacier thaws and everything recovers, it will begin to bite silently.

At the end of the hour, Mo Lingfeng trampled on the ground and walked back against the wind, her mink fur was covered with snow flakes, and her leather boots were stained with muddy water, she walked outside the house, stomped her feet hard, stepped on the heavy mud, slapped the mink fur hard, took off her hat, shook it twice, and put it back on.

She opened the door and entered the house, and a warm wind came to cover her face, and she was numb all over, unable to open her mouth, so she simply walked to the brazier, squatted down, and warmed her hands before taking the tea cup from Yin Nan's hand.

The hot tea ironed her internal organs.

Putting down the teacup, she sat on the other side of the square table, took out a handkerchief to wipe her nose, and after stuffing it back, she stretched out her head to look at the fish scale book, and saw Wu Jin concentrating, looking through the fish scale book of the second year of Yuanzhang, so she turned her head to Yin Nan and said, "Get something to eat."

Wu Jin looked up from the book, closed the book, and drew a line on the paper: "Got it?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "It is in vain to drive down a wooden stake that is one foot deep."