Subei is the collective name of several cities in the northern part of Dahuan. In the early years, Shang Junlin left some people there to fight in Subei. Later, when he returned to the capital, his focus shifted, and he did not let go completely. He arranged it in Subei.
"What's going on?" Shang Junlin didn't receive news of the severe drought in Subei in the capital, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stay in the palace as if nothing had happened.
"Mu Xi, serve Master Xun a pot of tea first." Shen Yu saw Xun Chao's dusty look, and obviously rushed back all the way.
Xun Chao was indeed thirsty, Mu Xi brought tea over, and without evasion, drank it all in one gulp, and then slowly told about Subei.
"Three months ago, it rarely rained in Subei, but at that time, it would occasionally rain. Subei has always been like this, and I didn't take it too seriously. Until a month ago, Subei began to have continuous sunny days. For a month, not a single drop of rain fell, and the crops could not bear the drought and died one after another. The people in Subei were short of food, and the minister had no choice but to set aside part of the military rations for the emergency of the people, and at the same time handed over the booklet to the court, hoping to Get a rescue or two."
Subei is an important pass in the north of Dahuan. Without the Subei army stationed all year round, it would be easy for nomads to invade Dahuan.
But the living environment in Subei is very harsh, with little rain and drought all year round. If it weren't for the Subei Army stationed there, the imperial court would allocate a batch of supplies every year, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to survive.
"I haven't received your letter of submission." Shang Junlin's voice was cold.
No one knows where this request for disaster relief is now.
"I also guessed that the booklet might not have been delivered, so I hurried back. I returned to Beijing without a summons and was punished voluntarily!" Xun Chao has followed Shang Junlin since he was not enthroned, so he naturally knew that Shang Junlin could not ignore it. Subei, he has waited so many days for a reply from the court, there is only one possibility.
——His booklet was not delivered to Shang Junlin.
"It's urgent, I will arrange people to go to Subei, you go down and rest first." Shang Junlin knocked on the stone table.
This is what he does when he thinks.
Before Xun Chao came, he was ready to be questioned, and his confidants tried to dissuade him again and again, not to take any risks. If his book was in the hands of His Majesty, but there was no movement here, his result would be nothing but nothing.
Of course Xun Chao knew that he could afford to wait, but Subei couldn't afford to wait, neither the Subei Army nor the people of Subei could afford to wait.
He took out the booklet that he had been keeping in his arms all the time: "I have written all the disaster situation in Subei on it."
Eunuch Meng took the booklet and presented it to Shang Junlin.
"I see, Meng Chang, take Mr. Xun to the West Courtyard, and don't spread anything about today's affairs."
"The slave takes orders."
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Shen Yu was not in the capital at this time in his previous life, and he had a serious illness. He didn't know much about what happened this summer. As for the book he read after his death, it was all written from Shen Qingran's perspective. The only description about this period of time is being bullied in the palace.
"Xun Chao will not deceive people with this kind of thing. Not only Xun Chao, but I have not received any papers from any other officials in Subei. It seems that there is a big problem inside Subei."
"If there is a problem with the internal officials of Subei, this matter is not as simple as disaster relief."
"I will ask Yinlongwei to investigate, and we will decide on the specifics after Yinlongwei returns."
Shang Junlin opened the booklet, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned.
The disaster in Subei was more serious than expected.
Hungry and dying all over the place, changing children to eat... piles of piles, shocking.
Shang Junlin hugged depression when he read it, and Shen Yu happened to see the description on the notebook. When Xun Chao wrote the notebook, he didn't put much personal emotion into it. He tried to be as straightforward as possible, and only leaked a little emotion when he couldn't control it.
It is also the emotion that is leaked out only when it is pressed to the extreme, which can touch people's hearts even more.
"Your Majesty, let's arrange disaster relief first." Otherwise, Subei will be destroyed before the enemy comes.
Shang Junlin already had a decision in his mind.
He put his head on Shen Yu's shoulder, tilted his head and rubbed his face against Shen Yu's: "I wanted to have fun with you here for a few days..."
If such a thing happened, he must return to the palace immediately. After all, there will be many inconveniences in the palace.
"As long as you're with His Majesty, it's the same wherever you are." Sullen rubbed back at him.
That night, Shang Junlin ordered to return to Beijing early, and all the ministers also knew about Subei, so they packed their belongings in the fastest time.
Early the next morning, the mighty team speeded up and returned to the capital.
Shen Yu sat in the carriage and lifted the curtain to look out. They only lived in the palace for 20 days, and now the capital is still very hot when they go back.
After descending the mountain, the temperature gradually increased, and Shen Yu changed into a thin shirt, and put a small basin of ice in the carriage, but still felt extremely hot.
Early August is one of the hottest times in Beijing.
Originally, they would stay in the palace until the end of August, and come back when the capital is not so hot. The plan could not keep up with the changes, and because of such a big incident in Subei, they had to return to Beijing in advance.
The ministers dare not complain at all, they all know the importance of Subei, and of course they want long-term stability more than temporary enjoyment.
They don't want to go through the turbulent situation during the reign of the first emperor at all.
The capital got the news early, and the household department prepared disaster relief supplies according to Shang Junlin's will. When the large troops returned to the capital, the household department had already taken care of everything.
Don't look at the Minister of the Ministry of Households who is not good at picking up money when the Minister of the Ministry of Industry asks for money. When it comes to disaster relief, no matter how much money you spend, you will have no problem.
Shang Junlin summoned the courtiers to discuss matters, and returned to Yuzhang Palace depressed.
Even though the owner was not there, everything in Yuzhang Palace was still the same as before, gloomyly looking at the potted flowers that were growing well, and sat by the window.
Has this happened in previous lives? How did it work out in the end? In that book, everything about Shen Qingran's stay in the palace was mentioned briefly, and Shen Yu could only recall the memories of his previous life over and over again.
It has been nine months since he recovered from a serious illness. It is said that the tyrant killed many ministers indiscriminately, and his reputation among the people has dropped a step. What about before? The memory seems to be covered with a layer of fog, and I can't see clearly.
"My lord, do you want to try the new dim sum made in the small kitchen?"
Mu Xi's words pulled back Shen Yu's thoughts, and Shen Yu turned his head to look at the colorful glass bowl Mu Xi was holding: "What is it?"
"I heard that it was inspired by Miss Shen Yue. It is made with fresh fruits and small ice cubes. Knowing that the son likes sweets, they also added honey in it."
Shen Yu was a little curious about the snacks made of ice cubes: "Bring it here for me to have a look."
The bowl was no bigger than a palm, and when we got close, Shen Yu realized that the bowl was transparent, but the color was relatively dark, so it couldn't be seen from a distance.
"This bowl..." Shen Yu took the bowl in his hand, and his fingertips touched a piece of ice cold.
In the bowl are finely crushed ice cubes and various fruits cut into small pieces. Under the drops of water that are about to fall, they are so colorful that they look very appetizing.
"This glazed bowl is a newly made product. It is said that it is made according to the recipe given by Miss Shen Yue. I heard that Miss Shen Yue has a set of transparent and non-colored ones, but the shape is very strange."
I think it is the glass that Shen Yue mentioned before.
Shen Yu took a spoonful of the fruit and put it in his mouth, the mouth was cold for a while, the deliciousness of the fruit was not reduced by the cold feeling, but it had a special taste.
What's more, it's ice cold, and it's very comfortable to eat.
"It's really a pleasure to eat such snacks in summer. Go and ask the small kitchen to make more, and I'll send some to His Majesty later." Unknowingly, Shen Yu had already finished the whole bowl, feeling a little unsatisfied. It's just that he also knows that his body does not allow him to eat more.
"yes."
After eating some iced drinks, Yu Yu was not as irritable as before, so he simply took paper and pen and drew aimlessly.
Shen Yu is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In his previous life, in order to better help King Yue, he learned everything he could to the extreme.
Zhenbeihou didn't care about him as his son anymore, he had to find his husband to teach him what the sons of the family should learn, because it involved the face of Zhenbeihou's mansion, if Auntie didn't want it in her heart, she couldn't disobey Zhenbeihou's decision.
Later, in order to win over the hermit Confucianism, Shen Yu worked hard, learned all these to the extreme, and lived a new life, and what he learned in the previous life is still deeply imprinted in his mind.
Birds chirped outside the window, and the young man in blue sat by the window in the house, bowing his head and focusing on painting.
The drawing paper was all over the table, and Shang Junlin approached with light footsteps, not wanting to disturb this scene.
On the rice paper are large patches of scattered peach blossoms, seemingly out of order, but if you look carefully, you can see the spring in them.
"When did Your Majesty come?" Putting down his pen, he saw Shang Junlin standing by the table in a gloomy mood, "Why didn't you call me?"
"Look at your seriousness in painting, Ayu's peach blossoms are so beautiful." The ink is still wet, and Shang Junlin can only watch it in a flat posture.
"Draw a little casually." Shen Yu rubbed his wrists and stood up, taking a look at the sky. He had been drawing for almost an hour.
Shang Junlin consciously came over to rub his wrists for Shen Yu, and he was quite handy in doing this.
"Today, the small kitchen made new snacks. They taste very good. Would you like to try them?" Shen Yu asked Mu Xi to go to the small kitchen to get some.
Shang Junlin didn't pay much attention to appetite. After Shen Yu entered the palace, he followed Shen Yu to taste a lot of fresh food. He knew how powerful Shen Yu's tongue is. If he can praise him, it must be delicious.
Mu Xi brought two glazed bowls, one large and one small, gloomyly looking at the big bowl placed in front of Shang Junlin and the small bowl in front of himself, and raised his eyebrows: "Mu Xi, isn't it good to be so blatantly partial to His Majesty? "
"My lord, please don't make fun of your servants. Doctor Gu said that you should eat less food that is too cold." A small bowl is already the limit.
Although Shang Junlin dotes on him, it is related to his depressed body, and he insists on principles more than anyone else.
Shen Yu saw that there was no hope of changing the small bowl to the big one, so he focused on eating from his own bowl.
Shang Junlin looked amused.
"Your Majesty keeps looking at me for what?" Shen Yu raised his eyes, seeing that Shang Junlin had been looking at him, the fruit in the bowl hadn't decreased much, and sighed in his heart, he could give it to him if he didn't eat it.
Shang Junlin slowly fed a mouthful of fresh and tender pulp into his mouth, without taking his eyes off Depression the whole time.
The man's eyes were burning, as if what he ate was not the pulp, but something else delicious.
The man's eyes lingered on his face, especially staying on his lips for a long time. He was so depressed that he was restless, and the coldness in his mouth could not relieve the heat that kept coming up at all.
The gloomy bowl was already empty, he was disturbed by the increasingly fiery eyes, and he got up to leave.
The sudden force on his wrist dragged him back, and before he could react, the man who was holding him in his arms had bowed his head and kissed him.
Something cold was transferred to the mouth.
"Ayu, is it delicious?"
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