The joint efforts of the two armies of Yan and Zhou made this war that swept the world, and the situation of the war changed suddenly.
Yang Yuanyuan is not a person who sits and waits for death. After he was defeated in Huanxi Beach overnight, he retreated all the way to Chundu Pass. It was Yu Yong, who was beaten by him for a while, and took Chundu Pass into his hands. The armies of the Three Kingdoms, plus the armies of the various countries who came to participate in the war one after another, the armies of the Seventeen Nations fought in the Chundu Pass, which is known as the Battle of Qizhe Chundu in history.
In Dazhou, Luo Wei received an urgent letter from King Xin and received the news that King Qizhe had committed suicide. All sent to the territory of Nanzhao.
At this time, the fifteen dragons were sent by Luo Wei into the army to Nanzhao and started their own career.
Blood stained the country, whether it is said that life was smeared into charcoal, or it was said that the emperors were fighting for the deer, three years passed in a flash.
The tung tree in the courtyard of Yijin Garden once again opened a tree of white flowers, but when the flowering period was about to pass, Luo Wei discovered that the tung tree had already bloomed. Looking at the last white flower on the top of the tree, falling with the wind, Luo Wei had a smile on his face that he had not seen for a long time.
"Your Highness," Zhao Fu led another group of officials in.
"Xiaguan and wait to meet the lord." The group of officials came into the courtyard and heard Eunuch Zhao shouting that the man in the winter clothes, the lord, was busy kneeling on the ground and bowing to Luo Wei.
Luo Wei looked at these officials. Now that the imperial examinations in Dazhou have been reopened, these are all new entrants who have been awarded official titles and will be appointed to various places. "Get up," Luo Wei covered up. After coughing a few times, he said in a hoarse voice.
The officials stood up together. Luo Wei is now outside and has a reputation for being cold-hearted and ruthless. Although they saw the real person now, they felt that Luo Wei was not as scary as the legend, but no one dared to lose in front of Luo Wei. etiquette.
"You first became an official," Luo Wei sat casually on the edge of the corridor and said to the officials, "I don't want to talk about the big truth, you are all scholars, and those truths are all in the book. I just tell you one thing. , when you arrive at the office, you are the parent officials of that party, if any of you spreads a bad name in the office, and I know it, I will definitely not let him live."
"Xiaguan and others, remember the teachings of the prince," the officials bowed in a hurry.
"Let's go out of the palace to take office," Luo Wei saw that these officials had responded to his words, so he didn't say anything more, and waved these officials to retire.
"Masters, please go with the servants," Zhao Fu hurriedly stepped forward and led these officials out.
Luo Wei wanted to look up at the tung flowers on the branches, but he coughed again, and his throat was sweet. He hurriedly covered his hands with his hands, and the blood he spat out stained his hands.
"My lord!" Imperial Physician Wei heard Luo Wei coughing again, and went out of the room, just to see blood flowing down Luo Wei's fingers.
"Don't shout," Luo Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt a little more comfortable. Seeing Imperial Physician Wei hurriedly rushing towards him, he said hurriedly.
Imperial Physician Wei closed his mouth, and when he got close to Luo Wei, he asked Luo Wei in a low voice, "Does your heart hurt again?"
Luo Wei waved his hand, "I want to sleep, but I can't."
Imperial Physician Wei helped Luo Wei to stand up. Luo Wei was not as thin as he used to be. He looked a lot fatter, but Imperial Physician Wei and the people who served Luo Wei in close quarters knew that Luo Wei was a little bit fat now. edema. "It's good to lie down for a while if you can't sleep," said Imperial Physician Wei as he wanted to help Luo Wei back to the bedroom.
"I'm going to the study," Luo Wei said, "there are so many discounts, I don't know how much it will cost if I don't look at tomorrow."
"Then let it be better," said Imperial Physician Wei anxiously, "Your life is always more important than Zhezi?"
"Go to the study," Rowe went stubbornly.
"Just lie down for a while," Wei Taiyi asked Luo Wei.
"It's uncomfortable for me to lie down here," Rowe pointed to his heart. "It's better to sit down."
Imperial Physician Wei had to help Luo Wei back to the study, "This battle has been fought for three years, and it will soon be the fourth year, my lord, when will this battle be over?"
"Come on," Rowe said, "Come on."
Luo Wei's voice is coming soon, the tung tree flowers are falling, and the midsummer is coming. In the pond on the green island, red lotuses are in full bloom, but just like the tung tung flowers in May Snow, they did not wait for the flower-viewers. The summer is over and the autumn is cool. This year, the weather in Dazhou has been good, and the harvest season has ushered in. Luo Wei, as the prince regent, announced to the world that the autumn tax in Dazhou was exempted this year, and he fought three times behind his back. The workers, peasants, and merchants who have fought hard for years have finally had time to breathe. After the late autumn, winter comes. It often rains this winter in Shangdu, but it doesn't snow any more.
On New Year's Eve this year, Luo Wei didn't have the reunion dinner. Luo Zhiyi was going to spend the New Year's Eve with his three-year prince. Luo Wei, who kept saying that he didn't like children, naturally refused, and other family members and friends were not around. , watching Zhao Fu put a table full of dishes for himself, but Luo Wei said to Zhao Fu: "Let's give these to the people below to eat."
"My lord," Zhao Fu asked Luo Wei, "Today is New Year's Eve, don't you have anything you want to eat? Would you like the servants to keep the fragrant glutinous cake?"
Luo Wei looked at the plate of Xiangnuo on the table, and suddenly said to Zhao Fu, "I want to drink a bowl of pumpkin porridge."
Zhao Fu couldn't understand why Luo Wei suddenly remembered to drink pumpkin porridge, but it was rare for Luo Wei to order, so Zhao Fu was busy and headed to the small kitchen in Yijinyuan. Zhao Fu wasn't sure that there was a pumpkin in the small kitchen. He planned it. If there wasn't one in the small kitchen, he would go to the imperial kitchen and ask. If the palace couldn't find a pumpkin today, he would take someone out of the palace to find it. , In short, this New Year's Eve, he must let Rowe eat pumpkin porridge.
All the food on the table was withdrawn, and Luo Wei sat behind the desk and got busy again.
Zhao Fu hugged an old pumpkin in the imperial kitchen and asked the chef in the small kitchen to cook a pot of pumpkin porridge.
Knowing that Luo Wei ordered the food, the chef in the small kitchen was busy washing the melons, cutting the melons, and making porridge, and asked Zhao Fu, "Eunuch Zhao, can the lord eat a pot of porridge alone?"
Zhao Fu said: "Today, we will accompany the prince to have porridge together."
The master nodded. Today is New Year's Eve, and the court is on holiday. The Yijin Garden has no people in the past, but in this day of family reunion, it looks desolate. With their servants, it's better to accompany Luo Wei to celebrate New Year's Eve. After all, it's not a person to celebrate the New Year. It's brighter to say it out.
When Zhao Fu brought the boiled pumpkin porridge to Luo Wei, Luo Wei had already forgotten that he suddenly wanted to drink this porridge for a while today.
"My lord," Zhao Fu said, "it's just boiled, you can try it."
Luo Wei looked at the pumpkin porridge in front of him and said, "It turned out to be diced."
"My lord, what did you say?" Zhao Fu didn't understand Luo Wei's words.
"I've made it myself before, and I didn't know if the squash was going to be diced or striped," Rowe said.
"Then what did the lord cut the pumpkin at last?"
Luo Wei smiled and shook his head, digging a spoonful of porridge in his mouth.
Zhao Fu asked aside, "Is it still in line with the prince's taste?"
"It's not bad," Rowe said. It was all pumpkin porridge. It seemed that the porridge he ate with Lan in Qingshan Valley was delicious.