The emperor smiled slightly, and said: "It doesn't hurt to say it, the people of the Gongfu are getting older, and it is in vain to ask, it must be a return to me, absolutely not, this is related to the livelihood of millions of Li people, long life is lazy, people are like this......"

Nie Liangduo discussed state affairs with Wentu, naturally had unusual ideas, and saw that the emperor was just a tentative question, so he opened his mouth: "Back to the emperor, the area around Cangcheng is located on the edge of the desert, and it is common sense to encounter frequent droughts, and his subordinates think that the emperor will not only allocate a lot, but also multiply the disaster silver......

"Oh?" The emperor was not sure, raised his head and stared at Nie Liang, the words of the loyal ministers must have a mystery, and listened attentively. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, the allocation of disaster silver is really a symptom but not a cure, the officials are honest and better, if some local greedy officials are mixed in, the people get very little silver, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a living, every year to allocate, every year of heartache, it is better to cure the root cause of great pain, the end will think that the disaster silver should not only be allocated, but also to raise silver for two ploughing and planting, pray for the rain of the sky, it is better to dig the water of the ground, and build plants and trees, so as to moisten the earth, prevent sand and dust, and the ground is wet to lead to rain, and at the same time encourage the people to dig the ground and dig wells in case of emergency, so that the drought can be eradicated, and the people want not silver, but gold-like food。 ”

The emperor closed the recital at once, suddenly came to his senses, pointed at Nie Liang and said with a smile: "Who said that military generals have no brains! That's right, I only care about feeling sorry for this silver, and I have forgotten this, dial, I will dial it, 10 million, no, 30 million taels! It is worth using six years of silver to exorcise this drought demon! By the way, General Nie has something to do?" The emperor ordered Nie Liang to take a seat, and a serious look appeared on his face.

"Back to the emperor," Nie Liang reported according to the truth, "several cities on the verge of the south of the capital, repeatedly went to the military palace, asking for an increase in military salaries and expanding armaments, and the subordinates thought that my dynasty would be peaceful and peaceful, and there would be no war, and they repeatedly rejected it. ”

The emperor pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "These city lords are all old people, and between the lines are nothing more than close to the Beijing Division, and only with heavy troops can they hold on to Kyoto......"

"The emperor is wise, that's exactly the case!"

"Allocate it to them, there is not much silver," the emperor still had palpitations when he remembered the rebellion of King Bin, and it was natural to sit back and relax when he guarded the door," They are all subordinates of the first emperor, and they are troubled, and I think that they are also relying on the old and selling the old, thinking that you are young and careless, so that the number they want is halved to show the weight of the military government, and at the same time you send them a fold, just say that I have learned about this matter, and I am displeased, but I still pay you for the old man who has protected the country, and I also beat them, and tell them that my general is my arm, and I protect me behind me, so that they will not have distracting thoughts......"

"Yes, the last general will obey the order, thank you to the emperor for your love!"

Nie Liang turned around and stepped out, the emperor raised his hand and wanted to greet him back, but finally gave up, he wanted to talk to Nie Liang about the past, talk about the time of Nie's mansion, even if he heard a word from the queen, but all this was lost, and it was only painful to talk about, so he continued to sit down and read the folds until it was dark.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go back to the harem to rest......" the civil official persuaded in a low voice, "I don't know where to move to the palace tonight?"

"Prince's Palace!" the emperor was as usual.

The civil official was stunned for a moment, and he stopped talking, not daring to make another time, lest he usher in another scolding.

Qingshui smiled stupidly, Baihe was ashamed, a boat was looking for a ferry, and there were two or three people in the long shadow.

On the lake, a lonely boat is gently rocked, and the boatman keeps undulating under the bamboo hat, playing with the oars and driving the boat; on the small boat, the other man and woman, the body is slightly snuggled, and the red sun sets off the pleasant scenery. The mountains on both sides are far away, crossing the lake into the river, the water surface is covered with white scales, and a heron sees a boat approaching, and only then does it flock over.

On the light boat, the two looked at each other and no longer smiled, and seemed to be shy of each other.

"Wen Shangguan," Zhouwei, Fu Rou's face was pale, and she looked like she had just recovered from a serious illness, "Are you really no longer going back to the palace, and you won't go to Dongtu with me?"

Wentu shook his head slowly, and said again: "Xia Guan really can't enter the palace, now that the emperor's father and son are reunited, if I am involved, it will inevitably lead to incidents, so that the prince will lose his square inch, and lying about the death of the war is a last resort; He knew that since the mission was not over, he would never dare to leave the capital rashly.

Fu Rou sighed sadly, lowered her head and said: "Why don't I want to go back to reunite with the queen mother, the royal brother and the royal nephew, but how can I still have that face, now that the imperial sister-in-law has passed away, I am alone and go back, how can ......I be embarrassed?

"This is going to Dongtu, the road is far away, Wentu wishes the princess a smooth journey!" Although Wentu is a little reluctant, he can't keep the dignified princess of the Heavenly Dynasty by his side.

"This palace just wants to see Brother Wang in secret, tell the truth, and tell his father to get revenge, so that Brother Wang can rest easy. If you come to look for me, you can go straight to the Dongtu Palace, maybe I will, I will, come back to find you......" parting, Fu Rou still can't let go of the picture, a piece of the past, has already handed over her heart to Wentu.

"Xiaguan can't go east to the palace for the time being, if the princess comes back, you can go to the place where the princess's letter is placed in Zhulingang to leave a handwritten letter, and Xiaguan will go to find it every other month, and it is good to ...... with the princess" Wentu had to use the most primitive way to set up the method of meeting, and sighed deeply that there is no phone here, no mobile phone, or you can contact from time to time, maybe you can flirt after a long time.

The husband and wife, this realm is parting again, long and thousands of miles, looking forward to the return period.

The bow of the boat landed, Wentu jumped up, raised his arm but seemed to hold the power of ten thousand jun, shaking, he had found that Fu Rou's eyes were blurred with tears, and the boatman reached the shore again, and the boat went east, disappearing into the distance of the endless long river......

Who knows, Fu Rou has just returned to Dongtu, the blood and qi of Bi Fang in his body are attacking, it is difficult to suppress it, and he is miserable, coupled with the increasing longing for Wentu, and the guilt and self-blame of the imperial sister-in-law, he can't afford to be sick, so he has to secretly recuperate himself, and resist the domineering of fire and blood with the recovered skills, while recuperating, while practicing, it is difficult to integrate the blood and qi of Bi Fang's divine bird into the body, and it is created in the dark, but this delay, time continues to pass......

Say goodbye to Qinghu, three years in the blink of an eye!

Poor Wentu, in the past three years, he has gone to Zhulingang almost every day with deep expectations, trying to harvest the news of Fu Rou's return, but there has been no news. The only thing he could do was to practice, go deep into the distance of the bamboo forest, absorb the essence of the wood, and manipulate the divine power of the polar earth in his body. At the same time, he secretly fought in the Red City to eradicate the sins, but whenever he heard that there were traitors and bandits, he would fall from the sky in the blink of an eye, and the sword would kill the sins, so that the rats in the Red City were terrified and did not dare to do evil again......

In the bamboo forest, a generation of big heroes seems to have a lot of vicissitudes, the beard under the chin is too lazy to take care of, gradually grows up, the body is also thin, and gradually loses its youthful appearance under the wind and sun, and is very old and depressed.

Fu Rou, are you there, are you still in the East?

Why, the task is not over, what are the unfinished knots?

In the past three years, the Great Dynasty has been thriving, the country and the people are safe, even if there is chaos, it will not shake the impregnable court at all, and in the midst of the eyes, the crown prince Bi has grown up strongly, outstanding, and has been able to taste state affairs at a young age, and is bound to become a generation of Ming Jun, what else is there to do?

Wentu asked himself, could it be that he forgot himself and Fu Rou by shuttling through the corridor?

No way!

Thinking dizzily, he couldn't help but raise his sword and wave it, and in an instant, the bamboo forest was like a violent wind wrinkling, and cracks appeared under his feet!

Zhulingang, once again stepped out of the embarrassed Wentu, looking like an old middle-aged down-and-out warrior!

The only thing that could accompany him was Bi Fang, who occasionally flew over, hovering over the top of the bamboo forest for a while, calling out the sound of "Bi Fang", as if he was happy or unhappy, and then left again after a while......

He was too lazy to put the sword into the scabbard, habitually carrying it on his shoulder, and returned to the Red City again with a slow pace, these years, he inhabited the Red City and the bamboo forest hill, where he could not only practice swordsmanship, but also inquire about the news in Beijing, in case of need, he would arrive soon, the most important thing was to wait for Fu Rou, hoping to suddenly receive the news one day and see her return.

In the past three years, Wentu has fallen into extreme pain and loneliness, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

The red city is still the same, but the handsome face of the text is no more.

The long street is still bustling, and all kinds of vendors are busy selling summer fruits and items to ward off the heat.

A commotion attracted a lot of people, and the panicked passers-by rushed to the side with Wentu, but he did not react at all, allowing the crowd to control his body, neither annoyed nor surprised, his eyes still staring blankly ahead, and as soon as there was a gap, he took a step forward, and then was pushed back.

"I'm not going!" came a childish and helpless call.

The crowd burst into flames and began to discuss. Wentu's ears are not blocked, and he roughly heard the clues, this is to send maids along the street, there is nothing unusual, it can be seen everywhere in the Great Dynasty, there is no family planning policy here, each family has several children, and the poor or no way out will lead the little girl out to the big family as a maid, of course, it is not for nothing, the adopter and the head of the family who sent it to negotiate the reward for silver, but also to the government to register and make a book, complete the handover.

But this girl is different, either she thinks that there is little silver, or she thinks that the master is not good, she is tirelessly picky, but it seems that she is marrying a princess, so good people come around to watch the excitement.

When Wentu heard this, he looked sideways at the side of the road, only to see a delicate but thin girl constantly waving her hands there, the appearance of more than ten years old, should have been deliberately dressed up, her hair was combed very smoothly, her round little face was red from the sun, although the clothes were clean, but the fabric was rough and very wide, it was estimated that it was the old clothes of her sister.

Behind the girl was a helpless elderly man, watching the little girl keep refusing, and let her say nothing.

Curiosity still prevailed over laziness, and Wentu couldn't help but put aside the person in front of him and walked to Xiao'er, bent down and asked, "What kind of family do you want to go with?"

The little girl was a little timid, but she still said loudly: "I want to go to the house of a kind-hearted person, and I want fifty taels!"

There was a burst of laughter from the side.

"What is a well-meaning person?" Wentu couldn't help asking, rarely communicating with people, and suddenly heard a childish voice, and his heart didn't feel warm.

The little girl was suddenly speechless, probably because she had been judging people by her appearance, but when she really said it, she opened her mouth, and only after thinking for a while did she say timidly: "It's like, just like you!" The little girl raised her head and pointed to Wentu.