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In the days that followed, Qi Yan began to be busy.
The Ministry of Works is the most special of the six departments. Before taking office, all the officials of the Ministry of Industry have to go to a place called the Cultural and Art Museum to study for a while, and the two positions of the Minister and the Minister of the Ministry of Works require personal participation. After the construction of the fortifications, Qi Yan sat in the position of the waiter without knowing anything. Many people did not accept her in their hearts.
After the craftsmen surveyed Cao Gong's waterway, they silently passed the drawings over Qi Yan to other officials of the Ministry of Industry. In their opinion, Qi Yan's appearance in the disaster relief list was just to add a resume to facilitate promotion, leaning on the palace of Princess Zhen Zhen. This big tree, it is difficult to think that it is not a very personable official.
What everyone did not expect was that Qi Yan appeared at the construction site at the beginning of the rainstorm.
He took off his long robe and replaced it with a thick, not bunt, hair neatly coiled on top of his head and fastened with a simple headband. He stepped on the muddy mud and came to the craftsmen.
At first, the craftsmen were not used to it, and they paid attention to Qiyan all the way, guessing what the hell was going on with the concubine.
But Qi Yan doesn't care about other people's eyes, but she has to see the drawings in person when the craftsmen come out, and she doesn't hide anything she doesn't understand. .
Those mud-legged people have never been treated with such courtesy, and they all know everything, even more seriously than their own direct disciples, and they put all their efforts into pressing the bottom of the box.
Qi Yan was frantically grabbing knowledge, and in less than half a month, she had already figured out the doorway of the Ministry of Engineering.
An old craftsman came to Qi Yan with the blueprint: "Master Shilang, this is the latest survey data and the blueprint of the sluice gate, please take a look at it."
Qi Yan took the blueprint and looked at it carefully, pointed to one place and asked, "How many years can the three-section mortise joint of the gate last?"
The craftsman raised his chest and replied proudly: "Please rest assured, sir, although it is a tenon joint, it can be done without the slightest gap, but a thing like wood can't be soaked in water for many years, and it will not come out in about five years. questionable."
Qi Yan nodded: "Instruct the carpenters to use snacks. Don't go into the water until the gate is ready. I want to see it myself."
Craftsman: "Yes!"
Qi Yan was standing fifty paces away under the city wall. The craftsmen were stacking stones on the battlements. She stood with her hands in her hands and looked up at it all. In the eyes of others, this servant of the Ministry of Works was in charge of supervising, but in her heart it was something else. A scene.
Twelve years ago, the iron hoofs of the Wei people ruthlessly tore open the grasslands. They used this offensive to stand tall, making the brave charge of the grassland warriors in vain.
She finally had the opportunity to come into contact with these... If the compatriots in the grasslands did not have such a deep prejudice against the southerners, and organized a group of people to come out to learn their knowledge, would the ending be rewritten
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Similar to what Qi Yan expected, the 800,000 taels of disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court were simply not enough, and half of it was spent on repairing Jinzhou.
After that, Nangong Wang will frequently ask the court for money according to her plan, and Nangong Da will never meet the requirements...
Nangong Rang's sudden illness was beyond Qi Yan's expectations, but as long as Nangong Rang was still alive, the second prince's life would be temporarily recorded.
Everything is still under her control.
Qi Yan looked up at the sky, the sky after the rainstorm was a rare blue.
There are many counties and counties affected this time, I am afraid it will take more than half a year to return to Beijing... Before leaving, Ding You told her that Nangong Rang's health was fine, so she did not have to worry.
But at this moment, the person she misses most is Nangong Jingnu.
On the other hand, a series of events also happened in the palace, making the whole court situation even more unpredictable.
First of all, Nangong Rang revised the old system again. Originally, there could only be at most one concubine in the inner court, but Nangong Rang, on the premise of not abolishing Concubine Hui, wanted to promote Nagus Giya as Concubine Ya.
In order to preside over this matter, Nangong Rang, who had been sick for a long time, also went to the morning court in person. Although he did not say a word during the whole process, Rang Sijiu read his edict in front of the imperial court.
The reason is that although Ya Fei is of a different race, she has been serving her wholeheartedly since he was ill, and her loyalty is commendable.
The ceremony for the canonization of imperial concubine was personally managed by Concubine Hui, and at the end of the edict, Nangong Rang added a sentence: This is my family business.
One sentence blocked the mouths of many old children.
Another thing is: Nangong changed his thrifty style and ordered the Ministry of Industry to restore the Unknown Palace regardless of the emptiness of the treasury. And before the renovation of the palace was completed, the Fengzao Palace, which had been vacant for many years, was restructured, and the plaque of the Unming Palace was temporarily hung up, so that Nangong Jingnu could move back to the palace.
With this imperial decree, the civil and military officials are like looking at flowers in the fog.
But Nangong made the matter of cherishing his daughter known to all over the world. In addition, Nangong Jingnv was a daughter's family. Even if the married princess lived in the palace, it would be unreasonable.
It was only the second day that Nangong Jingnu moved back to the "Unknown Palace", Nangong Rang gave her a decree: let her have lunch with him every day.
After lunch, Nangong asked Nangong Jingnu to the study of Ganquan Palace. He was not in good health and could only half lean on the rattan chair, looking sideways at Nangong Jingnv.
There were only the father and daughter in the study, and the bookshelves next to them were listed with various books, which seemed a little cold and gloomy.
Nangong Jingnu: "Why did the emperor want his sons and ministers to come over?"
Nangong Rang kept his eyes closed for a long time, his fingers twitching like old bark, and his throat made "guru" and "guru" sounds from time to time as he breathed heavily.
Nangong Jingnu waited patiently with bated breath, and after an unknown amount of time, Nangong Rang slowly opened his eyes, many complicated emotions poured out of his turbid old eyes, he raised his good finger and pointed at the table.
Nangong Jingnv walked over and saw a stack of memorials on the imperial case, so she persuaded: "My father is still ill, so please leave these matters to the fifth brother."
Nangong Rang let out an almost inaudible sigh, and pointed to the memorial. Nangong Jingnv couldn't beat her father, so she had to pick up the top letter and hand it over with both hands.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Rang shook the memorial in front of Nangong Jingnu, and squeezed out a vague word with a stiff tongue: "Read!"
Nangong Jingnv was surprised: "Father?"
Nangong Rang: "Read!"
Nangong Jingnu had no choice but to take the memorial and read aloud: "The first year of Jingjia, April 12th..." Her brows jumped, and it turned out to be an old newspaper.
The memorial is a translation. In fact, it was played by Nagus Erihe, the former Jiedushi envoy of Jiuzhou. He described the situation in Luobei at that time.
Nangong Jingnu: "Father, I'm done reading."
Nangong let out a "hmm" and sat up straight, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but his physical condition did not allow it.
He breathed for a while, took the memorial in Nangong Jingnv's hand and threw it aside, raised his finger again and pointed to the memorial on the imperial case: "Read!"
Nangong Jingnu: "Yes..."
Nangong Jingnu recited the nine memorials in a row, and her mouth was dry.
Fortunately, there was only the last copy left on the imperial case, and Nangong Jingnu secretly took a long sigh of relief and picked up the memorial.
These ten memorials are all old newspapers without exception, and they cover a wide range and are not related. Nangong Jingnu couldn't figure out the intention of her father, but she still finished reading.
Nangong Jingnu: "Father, I'm done reading."
Nangong Rang issued a vague "um" from his throat, with a somewhat hoarse and sticky tone.
He touched the Yu Ruyi on the imperial case and knocked twice on the gold brush holder. With a "squeak", the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, and Si Jiu walked in quickly, facing Nangong Jingnu. After bowing, "Your Highness Zhen Zhen, please come back."
Nangong Jingnu glanced at Nangong Rang, who did not object and gave a deep beating, "Daughter retire."
Sijiu personally sent Nangong Jingnu to the outside of the hall, and said humbly: "Little Highness, please stay, this old servant has something to say."
"Father Forty-nine, please speak."
Si Jiu lowered her body again and said softly, "If someone else asks your Highness, why do you come to this Ganquan Palace every day, and how should Your Highness respond?"
Nangong Jingnu immediately tasted the meaning of the words, and for some reason, Qi Yan's warm expression flashed in her mind: "I just said that I would have lunch with the father, and then I chose a book to read to the father. ."
Si Jiu laughed, the sagging old skin was covered with folds and it was a little scary: "That's the best, Rong Laonu reminds the little highness that the external caliber must be the same, even in your highness Zhuohua. so."
Nangong Jingnu: "I see, thank you father-in-law."
After leaving the hall, Nangong Jingnu suddenly stopped and looked back after walking down a section of high steps.
Ganquan Palace is still the same as before. She doesn't know how many times she has walked these eighty-one steps. She is so familiar that she will not fall down with her eyes closed, but some things have changed unknowingly.
Although Nangong Jingnv woke up a bit late, she had a delicate heart, but she was often reluctant to think deeply... At this time, she had an intuition deep in her heart: such days might become the norm.
What does the father want to do? In fact, Nangong Jingnu had a hazy guess in her heart, but just like before, she didn't think about it deeply.
The new site of Weiming Palace is not far from Ganquan Palace. Nangong Jingnu simply abandoned the sedan chair and walked. It was not until she completely walked out of Ganquan Palace that she could see some greenery.
Nangong Jingnu began to miss Qi Yanlai, and the branches were still bare when he went out.
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Although it was not far, it took half an hour to walk back. Nangong Jingnv went directly into the study to get a pen and paper and decided to write a letter to Qi Yan.
Unconsciously, she wrote what happened today in the letter, and she was used to asking Qi Yan's opinion when she encountered an important matter.
After the last stroke was made, Nangong Jingnu fell into contemplation as she looked at the gradually drying ink.
She read the letter carefully again, took the tea cup next to her and tilted her wrist, and the yellow and green tea spilled onto the letter, and it was dense in an instant, and then she couldn't make out a single word.