My companion is a bit fierce

Chapter 1

It has been half an hour.

Yuan De secretly glanced at the emperor on the dragon chair, then at the blushing ministers below, and sighed imperceptibly.

King Rong has not returned to Beijing after his meritorious service, so you must prevent him from making great achievements.

The emperor on the dragon chair propped one hand on the golden dragon armrest, knocking on and off, not sure if he was listening.

The following debates have not stopped.

Liu Shilang of the Ministry of War rolled up his sleeves. He was a general. He was transferred to the central government because of a leg injury. At this moment, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, which is really rare on this refreshing March day after it just rained. .

Liu Shilang's eyes widened with anger, and he yelled in a rough voice: "You scholars, you just sit in the room all day and just think about it. His Royal Highness fought for four years and finally broke the Huns' Dragon City and drove them out of Mobei. Such a great achievement will be wiped out by all of you! Why don't you fucking do it yourself?!"

After all the foul words were spoken, Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, had a half-smile and a half-smile: "Such a feat should be recorded in the annals of history. Why don't you let His Majesty go out of the city to meet him in person when King Rong returns to the capital? It can highlight the excellence of King Rong."

Liu Shilang clapped his hands: "That's right! His Royal Highness—ah——" The voice stopped abruptly, and Liu Shilang was stepped on by the Minister of the Ministry of War.

He turned his head away in aggrieved, but he is a big three and five thick man, it is hard to express such a delicate expression.

——Your Majesty has a body of ten thousand gold, King Rong should indeed celebrate his victory, but this side is still guarding against King Rong's high achievements, and it is too arrogant for you to follow the routine and ask His Majesty to perform the ceremony of demotion.

The Minister of the Ministry of War didn't even look at him, and took a step forward holding the jade wat in his hand: "Your Majesty, this time the king won the victory. He not only recovered the thirteen prefectures in Mobei, but also drove the Xiongnu out of the Great Wall. For the blood feud of the old King Rong back then, I think that he should be rewarded heavily."

"The thirteen prefectures of Mobei are originally the territory of King Rong." The Minister of the Household Department did not even lift his eyelids. Mobei's taxes did not need to be handed over.

——As long as no money is paid, in the eyes of the Minister of the Household Department, having and not having it are the same.

This time when King Rong went to fight against the Huns, he not only had to allocate money to pledge food, but also gave money to reward the three armies when he won. King Rong received the lost land but he could not receive any money. Disappeared, his heart ached badly.

At the beginning of the establishment of Daqi, many meritorious generals were named kings with different surnames. Within a few years, other kings with different surnames were imprisoned for various crimes and deprived of their titles. Many even ransacked their families and wiped out their families. let go.The survival of Prince Rong's Mansion was not because of his fate, but because of the special geography in Mobei. Outside Yunguan is the Xiongnu, who stared covetously at Daqi.If Prince Rong's mansion is seized for a while, no one is stationed in Mobei, the door is wide open, the Xiongnu breaks through Mobei, crosses the Lingjiang River or crosses the Juxia Ridge, the hinterland of the Central Plains is flat, and the Huns' cavalry are brave and good at fighting. The capital Dingjing is in danger.

As the only surviving king with a different surname in Daqi, Prince Rong's mansion said nothing in Mobei. He was a real "Emperor of Earth", and he didn't even have to pay the taxes of the fiefdom.

Just because at the beginning of the founding of Daqi, the treasury was squandered by the previous dynasty and there was not much left. The first generation of Rong Wang was granted the title of Mobei. He had no choice but to decree that Mobei didn't even have to pay taxes, and all of them were handed over to Prince Rong's mansion to raise soldiers.

This Mobei didn't have to pay taxes when he took it back, but Zhengzhan had to take money from him, and the Minister of the Household Department's face was very long. After the battle in Mobei, the treasury was exhausted, and even the rats didn't want to stay.

Hubu Shangshu: "The battle in Mobei cost a lot to the national treasury, and I'm afraid there are too many rewards..."

Liu Shilang waved his hand indifferently: "Wait for the Huns to pay the tribute, can't they take it back?"

"Heh——" Hubu Shangshu squinted at Liu Shilang, his eyelids finally lifted a little, "Shan Yu paid tribute, we have to give more gifts in return to show the grandeur of a big country."

In the crowd, Honglusi Qing quietly took two steps back.

Yuan De stood on the top and saw the situation below clearly. When he saw that everyone in Honglu Temple took two steps back in unison, he couldn't help but the corners of his eyes twitched.

As we all know, for the account of the treasury, the Minister of the Ministry of Households cares about everything.If Honglu Temple still jumps out to reason with him at this time, the morning court may not be over until noon.

The quarrels were endless, and all the ministers left the stage one after another. They stopped winking and called the people below to fight, and almost rolled up their sleeves to fight.

Only San Gong, a treacherous and cunning man, was as immovable as a mountain and refused to express his position for a long time.

At the end of the day, Liu Shilang couldn't help it, and roared: "Damn it, could it be that the blood of the [-] men in Mobei was shed in vain?!"

These words are serious, and if they spread the word later, it will not chill the hearts of the people in the world.

The Taiwei came out and said: "King Rong went out for four years and took back the thirteen prefectures in Mobei. In my opinion, the 20 troops in Mobei should be rewarded and rewarded."

Only how the king of Rong conferred the reward was not mentioned.

"The Taiwei is right." The golden figure on the dragon chair said indifferently, as if looking over, Mian Yan covered most of the emperor's expression, making it difficult to see clearly.

Qi Lan paused, seeing that the courtiers below were all looking at him eagerly, and when he made the verdict, he flicked his sleeves and stood up: "It's getting late, if you have nothing to do, all the loves, please retreat."

This is impatient to listen any longer.Yuan De hurriedly raised his voice and shouted to retreat.

Liu Shilang still didn't give up, and shouted loudly: "I have my own play."

"Pass me the notebook." Leaving this sentence behind, Qi Lan moved his clothes lightly, and walked straight away, leaving Liu Shilang scratching his head.

He was born as a martial artist, and he could read handwriting, but the difficult thing was that he couldn't write well, and he couldn't write parallel four li six. Usually, he could spend three days handing in a memorial, wouldn't that kill him?

He looked at his boss Shangshu with a bitter face, but Master Shangshu pretended not to see and turned his head to talk to Taiwei.

Liu Shilang: "..." What about good brothers who have agreed to advance and retreat together? !

The Taiwei stroked his mustache, and sighed in a low voice: "Prime Minister Wang is still calm, he is worthy of being the elder of the three dynasties, and he will not speak."

Looking at Liu Shilang at the side again, he shook his head: "I'm still too impulsive..."

The Minister of the Ministry of War said: "Wang Rong went to Beijing when he was young, and studied in the Imperial College with His Majesty, and went in and out together. I think it must be a deep relationship." This is actually a self-comfort. No replacement, no promotion, no seal, if His Majesty takes precautions because of this, it is not unreasonable to be dissatisfied with this reward.

No matter how deep the feelings are, they will eventually not be able to overcome the power.

"The boy from Prime Minister Wang's family was also there at that time." Tai Wei thought for a while, and many relatives of the emperor were studying there at that time. As the queen's natal family, the Wang family also sent their eldest grandson there.

In any case, King Rong won and Mobei was pacified. This return to Beijing will definitely cause waves in Dingjing, which has been quiet for four years.

The Minister of War and the Taiwei looked at each other, and both read this message from each other's eyes.

Imperial study in the palace.

Qi Lan frowned at the mountain of paperwork, picked up the sealed document that had just been delivered from the top, and read all ten lines at a glance.

After reading it the first time, he read it again carefully. After reading it several times, he opened the drawer and took out a box, which he put away with great care.

After Qi Lan put away the letter, Yuan De put the warm tea in his hand and served it.

Qi Lan put his hands on the box, stroked the exquisite patterns on it, and took a while to start processing other memorials.

Yuan De stood aside quietly, accustomed to this scene.

After dealing with a small part of the memorial, Qi Lan couldn't help opening the box again. Inside the box were letters one by one. Qi Lan took out the documents just now and read them again, and then read the previous ones again.

After reading it, I still feel a little unsatisfied, but letter writers don't like nonsense, letters are always rare, sometimes the war situation is tense and there is no time to write letters, and when there is free time, I have to deal with other affairs.

Qi Lan had no choice but to vaguely remind him to write more every time he replied.

——Let him see things and think about others.

The palace was deep, and he counted the days with his fingers in the Jiuzhong Palace, waiting for a fast horse to gallop across Zhuque Street from the city gate, and the urgent documents of eight hundred miles were passed in from the palace gates one by one.

For more than 1000 days and nights, he was in the peaceful Dingjing, waiting for the cold document with the chill of Mobei, waiting for the long-awaited news.

——From beginning to end, he knew that he would win.

Now that the war is over, he should come back.

Qi Lan twirled his fingers and caressed the letter carefully. The ink on it was flying like a dragon and snake, just like that person, showing off his pride.

………………

Mobei Yunguan, thousands of miles away from Dingjing, a snow-white sea dongqing blew across the cloudless sky with a shriek. The ice and snow in Mobei in March had not completely melted, and there was still residual cold in the air. A lot of soldiers lined up and shouted, running around the camp.

Bai Lu took a pot of hot water and walked towards the account. As King Rong's first-class maid, soldiers stopped to say hello to her along the way.

A simple screen divides the main account into two parts, inside and outside, and the inside is the sleeping room.It can be used for bathing, and the outside is a table, which can be used for office work.The tent was dark, Bai Lu walked through the screen to the big bed inside, and put down the hot water in her hand: "Your Highness, it's getting late."

A quilt covered the face of the person on the bed so that they couldn't see clearly, but he was sure that he did hear Bai Lu's voice.

——The person on the bed turned over and continued to sleep inward.

Bai Lu persevered: "Your Highness, Little General Meng will come to you soon to discuss returning to Beijing."

"Ah--" the person on the bed grumbled, got up reluctantly, and squinted at Bai Lu: "I thought I would be able to sleep well after winning the war, Bai Lu, did you mean it?"

Even if his hair is disheveled when he just woke up, it can't hide Rong Jue's good looks. He raises the corners of his eyes sharply, but his voice is still soft as when he just woke up, not to mention that Bai Lu followed him from childhood to adulthood, so she couldn't be more clear My own master.

—It’s just a fit of waking up.

Bai Lu's eyes crooked: "It's General Meng who is in a hurry to go back. He will be here soon. Your Highness should clean up quickly."

"It's really a big girl who doesn't want to stay." Rong Jue chattered, took the clothes that Bai Shuang handed over and put them on by himself, "The water that was thrown out by the daughter's marriage."

Bai Lu listened with lowered eyebrows and did not correct him.

After tidying up, most of Rong Jue's irritability of getting up has subsided. He waved Bailu out to call someone: "Let Meng Wenbin in!"

Meng Wenbin came in quickly, and after bowing to Rong Jue, he urged Rong Jue to leave.

Rong Jue was impatient with being urged, and asked back: "The ice on the Lingjiang River has not completely melted, how can I go back to Beijing?" In March, there were still ice floes on the surface of the Lingjiang River, as well as at the bottom of the river. It will not be punctured by ice floes and there will be a risk of being stranded.

Seeing that Meng Wenbin was blocked by him, Rong Jue said again: "From Mobei to Dingjing, it is faster to cross the river and take water. If you want to go by land, you have to go around Juxialing. It will take longer, it is better to wait a little longer."

Meng Wenbin opened his mouth: "But, this subordinate just wants to go back to Yunzhou Mansion, not Dingjing yet...".

Rong Jue: "..."

Meng Wenbin immediately silenced, Rong Jue's eyes were icy cold, so cold that he couldn't spit out the phrase "It's you who wants to go back to Dingjing" stuck in his throat.

Yunzhou is the city where Prince Rong's Mansion is located, the central city of Mobei. Rong Jue led an army of 20 to attack Longcheng and drive the Xiongnu out of Mobei.As soon as Dragon City was broken, Rong Jue hurriedly sent someone to announce the good news to Dingjing. Now that the battlefield has just been cleaned up and the army is almost integrated, Meng Wenda also thinks it's time to go back. The grass doesn't grow here, it's really not human place to stay!

What's more, he wanted to go back to Yunzhou to make arrangements before the wedding, and when he came back from Dingjing to receive the reward, he could marry Bai Lu back home.

Rong Jue stared at Meng Wenbin for a long time, until the back of Meng Wenbin's neck was covered with cold sweat, only felt that his daughter-in-law was not easy in ordinary times, His Royal Highness Rong Wang was beautiful but fierce and unfeminine, when looking at people with tall phoenix eyes It also has a kind of power that takes people's hearts and souls.

How did my daughter-in-law survive?

After seeing Meng Wenbin's collar turned dark, Rong Jue withdrew his eyes and said lazily: "Integrate the three armies and return to Yunzhou."

"Yes!" Meng Wenbin jumped up and ran out to deliver the order.

The snow-white gyrfalcon flew in from outside the tent and cooed twice. Rong Jue stretched out his arm and let it scratch his clothes. He touched its head affectionately and tied a letter to its foot. In the bamboo tube.

"Dingjing should know, send this letter to him and ask him to go out of the city to pick me up." Rong Jue snorted, "Tell Qi Lan, if I don't come out to pick me up, I won't go back!"

The author has something to say:

This article is a flashback, and the next chapter begins to narrate according to the timeline

Costin is Gyrfalcon

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