The Imperial Song – After I Bloom, A Hundred Flowers Die

Chapter 137: Lose color

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Shen Xihe couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Then he talked about the main business. He found that the military expenditures in various places had been tampered with this year. It was very likely not done by His Majesty, but was related to the theft of autumn grain. Now, except for the northwest, the military guards in various places were discussing whether to secretly write a joint letter to report the military expenditures.

They were waiting and watching because they were unsure how many people were involved in this matter, and whether His Majesty had acquiesced. No one dared to step forward, for fear of being the first to step out, so they kept hesitating.

Shen Yun'an only wrote a few sentences about such an important matter and briefly mentioned it. If Shen Xihe was not smart, she would not be able to understand the deep meaning.

Shen Yun'an wrote this way not because he was afraid that their letter would be leaked, but because in his heart, the most important thing was to let his sister not worry, so he first reported that he was safe, and then he had to let his sister deeply understand and reflect on his jealousy, so he wrote a long article, which occupied 70% of the content of the letter.

She had just finished reading Shen Yun'an's letter, and then came Shen Yueshan's letter. In the letter, Shen Yueshan expressed his longing for her, and was happy about the gifts she sent. He told her not to work too hard, not to be afraid in Kyoto, and to never let herself down.

It's up to her whoever she wants to marry, as long as she is happy.

These scattered things accounted for half of the content, and the remaining half was disdain and belittling of his son. Shen Yueshan often took pleasure in slandering his son in front of his daughter, as if this could lower Shen Yun'an's position in Shen Xihe's heart.

Shen Yueshan just brushed aside the fact that Shen Xihe was going to marry Xiao Huayong, without any resentment at all, which meant that Shen Yueshan did not take Xiao Huayong seriously.

Perhaps he had already learned from Shen Yun'an the reason why Shen Xihe wanted to marry Xiao Huayong. In his eyes, Xiao Huayong was just a pawn used by Shen Xihe, and he had no dislike for her.

However, at the end of the letter, Shen Yueshan mentioned very shamelessly: "During the New Year, your father can also go to Beijing."

This is Yanhong. Shen Yunan came to accompany her to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival and the Double Ninth Festival, and told her that next time such good things happen, she should remember to think of her father.

Shen Xihe looked at Xin Xin and felt a slight warmth in his heart, and couldn't help but smile from beginning to end.

Shen Yueshan was just jealous of her son. She could almost imagine that the father and son would continue to fight in the next few days, and her brother would have to sweep horse manure for at least half a month.

At this moment in the Northwest Palace, Shen Yueshan stroked the wine glass his daughter had brought him, poured a glass of fragrant Western wine in front of his son, deliberately smacked his lips loudly, and ignoring his son's deep gaze, he swung his legs and said, "I've heard that the wine from Fujishi's fragrant cup is mellow and long-lasting, and you won't get drunk even if you drink a thousand cups. Yoyo is still the most considerate."

Shen Yun'an swallowed and said, "Father, give me something to drink."

"This is father's cup, how can I share it with you?" Shen Yueshan said righteously.

We are all rough men, why should we be so particular? In the military camp, it is common for us to share the same water bag or cup, or even the same quilt.

"Dad, do you know? Youyou has grown taller and her face has become rosy. She held my arm and walked with me in the streets of Kyoto. When she saw someone selling candied haws, she would shake my arm and beg me to buy some for her. Her voice was so sweet and soft..."

Shen Yueshan suddenly felt that the wine had no flavor. The look in his eyes when he looked at his complacent son changed. It was not like he was looking at his biological son, but more like he was looking at his enemy!