The days of winter are short, and the evening sun sinks into the west mountain early. Under the night, the resplendent palace restrains the grandeur of the day, and the dark shadows of the palace undulate.
Several bright candles were lit on the nine-petal gold-plated lotus candlestick. Qing Chen sat in front of the bronze mirror and was a maid, pulling up his long hair high. Zhang Qingsu's face was reflected in the mirror, with a faint brilliance.
The two maids behind carefully fastened the wide silk brocade belt for her, and said with a smile: "The princess is wearing this dress, so people can't take their eyes off."
The long-breasted and wide-sleeved bright purple palace attire is well-tailored and the waist is stretched to the floor. Dark gold patterns hover over it, flowing and ethereal. . Qing Chen moved unaccustomed to it, and his long hair fell back heavily, causing people to raise their necks all the time. She turned around and said, "Uncomfortable."
The two maids smiled and replied, "It's so beautiful that it makes people jealous."
Seeing that the two of them didn't know what to worry about, Qing Chen sighed secretly, and patted his cheek in the mirror. Suddenly, on a whim, he picked up a brush at the side, dipped it in cinnabar and drew a few strokes on his forehead, and drew a small and delicate orchid between his eyebrows, which was vaguely enchanting and beautiful, diluting a little bit the dignified and stifling clothes. Allow.
Looking at the mirror and smiling, she straightened up following the tall and rigorous collar: "Let's go." Turning around, she followed the servant who had been waiting outside to the Western Xuan Room where the Emperor of Heaven read the scriptures.
Because Zhiyuan Palace is the daily living place of the Emperor of Heaven, the maids in the palace are more solemn than other places, and everyone is cautious, which makes this huge palace very quiet and solemn. There was a warm brazier burning in the Western Propaganda Room, and the servants led Qing Chen in. Seeing her, Sun Shi'an said in a low voice, "Maybe the Emperor will ask some questions about the court right away, so the princess should be aware of it."
Qing Chen could hear the friendliness expressed in Sun Shi'an's words very clearly. Xiu Yi and Tai Chang Shi were the Emperor's constant reliance, and they worked together in many places in the future. Sun Shi'an served the Emperor for many years, and Qing Chen also knew his importance, smiling Said: "Thank you, Tai Changshi, for your reminder."
Sun Shi'an said: "It's all for the emperor's concern, princess please." Then he lifted the brocade curtain and said respectfully: "Your majesty, Princess Qingping is here."
Qing Chen bowed his knees and saluted: "Your Majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven was leaning on the side of the long couch and was writing something with a Chinese ink brush. He only raised his head when he heard the words, and said casually: "The book over there, please take a look for me first."
Qing Chen looked at the small mountain-like memorial on the long golden nanmu case, and was slightly taken aback. After receiving the decree, he walked to the long table and sat down, flipped through it casually, and sighed in his heart. This is already the three provinces screening important submissions, there are so many, no wonder the Emperor of Heaven wants her to come to the Zhiyuan Palace today, the accumulated memorials are all too soft to handle, let alone deal with them properly. Presumably Luan Fei has been by the Emperor's side for so many years, and it is not in vain that he has been honored and favored.
Concentrate your mind and focus on these various items. Fortunately, you are no stranger to answering various government affairs. You have seen these more than once in the Zhan Palace in the past, and you have also chatted with Ye Tianzhan, so you have a clue . While picking out the important memorials, she took out a paper and moistened the pen to list the outlines and attached them, and put some of them by the hand of the Emperor of Heaven.
The Emperor of Heaven didn't say a word, so Qing Chen continued to accompany him and fetched the arranged memorials one by one. After an unknown amount of time, Sun Shi'an said softly: "Your Majesty, it's almost two o'clock, it's time to rest."
The Emperor of Heaven stood up from the case with a "huh", and walked to the map of the emperor's country and mountains hanging on the wall, and suddenly asked, "Why is the manuscript of the Marquis of Nanjing's Announcement placed together with the military situation of the northern Xinjiang?"
Qing Chen knew he was asking himself, and replied: "Northern Xinjiang is under the jurisdiction of Marquis Beiyan, and the affairs of the four feudal domains are closely related. A single move affects the whole body, and details can also affect the overall situation. Class, so that the emperor can check."
The Emperor of Heaven said again: "What's the point of picking out the report of the great epidemic in Pingli?"
Qing Chen replied: "The statement on the relief of Si Pingli's major epidemic details the current relief and treatment methods. Some measures may be ineffective and counterproductive, so we need to consider them."
"Oh?" The Emperor of Heaven turned around and said, "Then tell me, the plague is spreading everywhere in the Pingli area, and it won't go away for several months. What should we do?"
Qing Chen thought for a while and said: "Back to the emperor, I just read the memorial book of the Relief Department, saying that the people affected by the plague have 'headache and body pain, aversion to cold and strong heat, swollen throat, high fever and coma, ignorance of human affairs, ten deaths and eight deaths." Nine', and the most frightening thing is that it spreads rapidly and is highly contagious. The epidemic has already occurred, and the relief department can only prevent it, so it can't be controlled. The epidemic area should be blocked first, and the people in the epidemic area should also Gatherings are strictly prohibited to avoid the further spread of the epidemic. The statement in the memorial that "the god of plague is causing trouble and the yin and yang are out of order" is really nonsensical. People often delay their illness because they seek witch doctors for random diagnosis and treatment. If doctors are not dispatched in time to distribute medicine , I’m afraid it will be more delayed. Also, the dead patients should be properly disposed of, preferably cremated, to stop the spread of the plague.”
Having said this, the Emperor of Heaven frowned fiercely, and Qing Chen stopped. The Emperor of Heaven looked at her: "Go ahead."
Qing Chen made a bold suggestion, but remained as calm as before, and continued: "The causes of the epidemic are different. I don't know the details and dare not speak lightly of the prescription, but there are a few medicines that may prevent one or two. Distribute it among people who are not infected with the disease and boil it in water to prevent it from happening. Pingli is located in the suburbs of Beijing, less than a hundred miles away from Tiandu, and the eighty-one squares inside and outside Tiandu should take precautions."
After listening to her, the Emperor of Heaven thought for a while and said: "In the tenth year of the Qing Dynasty, there was a major epidemic in Jingzhou. Nearly 200,000 people were ill before and after, and their pillows were on the road. Nian Fangping. I don’t think there will be an epidemic in Pingli this time, so I am very worried.”
Qing Chen thought about it, and said: "There is a record of the plague in the 10th year of the Qing Dynasty in the records of the Imperial Hospital. That time it should be the plague, which is different from this time. The spread of the epidemic will inevitably affect the people's livelihood and economy. The chaos after the epidemic has not been prevented. Giving relief, reducing taxes, opening charity warehouses, and setting up porridge factories while treating the epidemic can alleviate the hardships of the affected areas, calm people's hearts, resume production, and naturally avoid chaos."
The Emperor of Heaven thought about it for a while, then nodded and said, "According to this, I will draw up an order for the Relief Department, and allocate 300,000 taicang silver to the Ministry of Household Affairs, to dispense medicine at the beginning, and to give extensive medical treatment. How the situation is, report to me every day to know."
Qing Chen complied with the order, and halfway through writing, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, the Feng family is willing to donate a thousand taels of silver. Although its strength is meager, it can also save some money for the treasury." Although he did not discuss this with Feng Yan, he did This matter of winning the sacred heart, Feng Yan should have lit a lantern in his heart. The Feng family is not short of this little money, but this money can't be donated too much, it can only be counted as much as possible.
Sun Shi'an was a shrewd person, and immediately followed up and said, "This old slave is also willing to donate this month's salary to share the emperor's worries."
The Emperor of Heaven said with satisfaction: "It's rare that you have the heart. Sun Shi'an, pass on the decree. I will directly allocate the expenses for this month to the Relief Department. Except for the Empress Dowager, the expenses of each palace in the harem will be halved to relieve the victims."
Sun Shi'an hurriedly said: "How can you wrong the emperor and the empresses of the palaces?"
The Emperor of Heaven said: "The people are in distress, and I can't sleep or eat in peace. You can do it."
Sun Shi'an couldn't persuade him anymore. Qing Chen drew up an order and said to the Emperor of Heaven: "Your Majesty will set an example first, and the princes and ministers will surely understand the Emperor's painstaking efforts. If we work together, why worry about the epidemic? It's late at night, and the Emperor please rest. It's morning."
The Emperor of Heaven looked at her with his hands folded behind his back: "Well, yes, you will follow me tomorrow morning, go down and rest."