Bai Su said she wanted to return to Qinglu Palace, and she really moved there the next day without any delay.
Lord Chen, who was previously said to have won a great victory in fighting against natural disasters in the Huainan area and had the people lining the streets with flowers to send him off for hundreds of miles, finally returned to the capital after more than half a month of tiring journey by boat and carriage.
In the court, the ministers stood on both sides, and only a middle-aged man in his forties stood in the center. He looked tired, but still couldn't hide his greasy face.
"Master Chen is really in high spirits because of the good news. He looks different from before he set out."
There is a sharp knife hidden in a joke.
The atmosphere in the hall froze for a moment, but the man kneeling in the middle suddenly smiled and said, "The people are grateful to Your Majesty for having stopped the natural disaster in Huainan. When I thought about bringing such good news to Your Majesty, the past half month passed by like a flash of light, without any fatigue at all. It is true that people are refreshed when they are happy. Your Majesty is right!"
Duan Changchuan looked at him quietly for a while, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I agree with you. I heard about Lord Chen's achievements in Huainan early in the morning, and ordered General Rong to go and meet you to show the court's commendation. But I don't know why Lord Rong didn't come back with you. Didn't you meet him on the way?"
Chen Xiuyong was also a thousand-year-old fox. He sighed and said, "I got the news seven days ago that General Rong would come to pick me up, but I don't know why I never met him. Sigh, I don't know what's going on. The guys at the post station could find me, but General Rong missed me."
In one sentence, he turned the topic to Duan Changchuan, and occasionally complained about Rong Wu, implying that the other party was not doing a good job.
It was tantamount to stepping hard on the other party in front of all the ministers. If Rongwu was mentioned again in the future, he would probably be turned into a waste who "could even lose himself over such a small matter as welcoming the enemy".
Duan Changchuan clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.
[Qingxi, you must remember that as a ruler, you must never lose control of yourself. Even if you are worried, you should not change your expression. Even if you are under great pressure, you should not collapse in front of others.]
These are what his father said to him when he was young.
Duan Changchuan, you can't panic. The more they want to see you angry because of your incompetence, the more you have to face it calmly.
He warned himself silently in his heart and kept his expression unchanged.
Said: "Really? Then..."
Just as he was considering his words to respond, a message suddenly came from outside the hall. He could vaguely hear that the other party was saying "urgent news", and it was an "urgent news" related to the Ministry of War.
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the hall.
"Under the rule of the Regent, there has been no war in the Datong border for three years. How come there is an urgent report from the Ministry of War?"
"This, this, this... Could this be an invasion from outside the northern border?"
"I haven't heard of it... Well, if a war breaks out suddenly, the people will probably have a hard time again."
While the ministers were talking to each other, the regent stood firmly in the center of the hall. With a low cough, the whole hall returned to silence.
"The person who reported from the Ministry of War will be questioned in front of the palace," he said.
The decrees were passed down one after another.
In a moment, the captain of the imperial guards had brought the man with blood on his clothes to kneel before the emperor.
Duan Changchuan was also familiar with this man. He was one of Rong Wu's deputies and was usually stationed in the Jingxi Camp. He had seen him once outside Beijing.
"Your Majesty, my general was very eager to welcome Lord Chen, and he took a shortcut to meet him. However, on the seventh day, he encountered traitorous bandits in the valley of Shaoguan. When we received the news and rushed over, the general's horse was seriously injured and died... The general... The general, he, disappeared."
As he spoke, he handed over a letter covered in dust.
Duan Jing'an took the memorial first and looked solemn after reading it. He then handed the memorial to Changle and asked him to present it to Duan Changchuan.
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This matter was too serious, so the Regent personally drafted an order and sent the General Zhennan to lead his men to investigate.
Duan Changchuan held the jade seal in his hand and placed it steadily on the gold and white silk.
The imperial edict was passed down.
The meeting was over, and it was already three quarters past noon. The Regent hurriedly took his leave without any delay.
Maybe the incident happened suddenly and he was in a hurry to go back and make arrangements.
Changle bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, should we serve lunch?"
Duan Changchuan took out a piece of silk book from his sleeve and burned it under the lamp.
Then he stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm going to the Imperial Observatory. Something happened to my general Rongwu, so I, an incompetent man, went to Yunxie to drink to relieve my sorrow."
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It was already afternoon when he arrived at the Sitianjian. It was almost the end of the afternoon, and Duan Changchuan's stomach was growling with hunger.
Yun Xie, dressed in white, came over hurriedly.
He changed his usual nonchalant demeanor and knelt down as soon as he came over.
Even the fan that he usually hung around his waist was held steadily in his hand, and he looked much more serious.
"Have you changed your personality?" Duan Changchuan looked him up and down and asked suspiciously.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then blinked desperately: "What are you talking about? I've always been like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and steady female voice sounded behind him, saying, "Yun'er, why don't you use honorifics when you see His Majesty?"
When I looked in the direction, I saw a woman in plain white clothes walking towards me slowly.
It was Feng Yu, the nominal non-staff member of the Imperial Observatory and the actual mistress.
A few years ago, Yun Xie's master, the owner of Si Tian Jian, Zuo Wuya, passed away, leaving all the cards in his hand to Yun Xie.
That year, Yun Xie was just about seventeen. Zuo Wuya was afraid that he was too young to control the many people in the Si Tian Jian, so he sent a letter thousands of miles away to ask his junior sister, Feng Yu, to come and assist him.
It is said that Feng Xian is the youngest disciple ever accepted by Yun Xie's great master. Although she is only 23 years old this year, all the disciples of Yun Xie's generation, including the entire Sitianjian, respectfully call her "Aunt Xian".
"Feng Yan greets His Majesty."
The woman walked up to him, bent her knees slightly, and saluted respectfully.
Duan Changchuan hurriedly helped the person up and said, "Auntie Xian, please don't be so polite."
The woman raised her eyes and seemed a little surprised when she saw him.
But it was only for a moment, and then he changed his words and said, "Your Majesty, please come with me," and took him and Yun Xie through several corners and pushed the door into an unremarkable-looking courtyard.
The narrow wooden door made an old creaking sound when it opened.
The first thing you smell when you enter the door is a sweet floral scent, and then what catches your eye are clusters of pear blossoms.
It is only the middle of February, and looking across Shengjing, only the winter jasmine has bloomed, while here the pear blossoms are already more beautiful than snow.
"I have been traveling for many days and just returned to Shengjing last night. I learned today that Yun'er urged His Majesty to send General Rongwu to Huainan to investigate... Although this plan can also achieve the desired results, it will kill one thousand enemies and injure eight hundred of our own people. It is really not the best strategy. If Miss Bai Su had not overheard the gossip of the subordinates and found Changle to pass the message, our strategy would have been a step behind."
Feng Yan said this and led them in.
"Bai Su?"
Duan Changchuan looked puzzled.
Feng Yan raised the corner of his lips slightly and nodded: "It's Bai Su."
As he spoke, he entered the house.
Then, Duan Changchuan saw the person standing by the window.
Her long hair was scattered and her lips were red.
Even though he was only wearing servant's clothes, it couldn't conceal the proud and noble aura around him.
The fragrance of peony fills the air.
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Secondary CP: Yun Xie and his aunt
Small theater:
later:
Yun Xie: I'll give you a set of things. My aunt is too cold. She doesn't even look at picture books. She can't do anything except work with her hands. You still have to improve your sense of happiness by yourself (push over)
Duan Changchuan: (opens) (blushes, closes immediately) I don’t need it, my sister has it (I want it a little, but I hold it back) (I must pretend to be good at this.jpg)
Yun Xie: Bring your own... ? Wake up, you are a sister, not a brother!
Duan Changchuan: (mysterious smile) (sitting upright.jpg)