Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

He would only feel at ease if Wen Luo had his back to him.

But the problem now is that we have to take the military power of Northern Xinjiang, but we cannot let Northern Xinjiang be in chaos.

Although the barbarians in the north are not a major threat, they often go south in small groups to rob the food and fodder of the herdsmen in the northern border, and their methods are cruel.

If small troubles continue, they will lead to big troubles, so troops must be stationed at the northern border.

This is also the reason why the Zhao family has been able to safely develop their army in the northern border over the years.

But if it grows too much, it will become a huge monster.

The Zhao family has its own army and is very powerful because the one sitting in the court is their nephew, and there is also another regent who shares the power. These three have reached a delicate balance, which has allowed them to maintain superficial peace over the years.

If someone else took the throne, with such a huge bargaining chip in their hands, the Zhao family would never be satisfied with being a local military marshal.

If Wen Luo can control the south, then his Zhao family can naturally control the north. No one is worse than the other.

Why is one a king and the other can only be a head coach?

Anyone would be in a bad mood if they hold such a huge thing in their hands.

After all, if this country is a meal from the same pot, the worst that can happen is that we just have to start over.

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October twenty-fifth.

The chill of early winter has arrived, and the wind feels dry and hard on my face.

On this day, the people of Kyoto got up early and rushed to the city gate to wait before dawn.

When the gates of Kyoto were opened, the people walked on the light frost on the official road outside the city and rushed to the Huanqiu for sacrifice in the south of the city.

The Imperial Astronomical Observatory offers sacrifices to heaven here and prays for Your Majesty and the common people.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the emperor's carriage arrived at Huanqiu.

All the officials followed on foot, and the Regent personally guarded them on the side.

The people, who were as far as the eye could see, all knelt down to welcome him.

The sound of sacrificial drums gradually rose from near to far, and there seemed to be a faint rumbling of thunder in the universe.

When Xing Chen stepped down from the imperial carriage, a deafening roar rang out between heaven and earth: "Long live the emperor."

Everyone knelt.

Only the Regent was established.

They looked at each other.

At that moment, it seemed that they were the only ones left in the vast universe.

The sacrifice begins.

Wen Luo led Xing Chen and walked him towards the high steps of the altar.

Then he stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching his baby walk step by step to the highest position.

Xing Chen personally lit the raging fire in the altar on the high platform.

He then took the huge burning incense, lit it in the fire, held it in his hands and respectfully bowed towards the sky three times, and finally inserted the incense in front of the altar.

He turned around, facing the thousands of people who were surrendering under the platform, raised his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Stand up."

There was another echo of thunder and lightning.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Long live the emperor."

Xing Chen looked under the altar, searching for that pair of eyes. The two of them looked at each other across the high steps.

The long distance makes everything blurry.

But it didn't stop them from looking at each other.

Xing Chen's lips moved.

"Long live the Master."

According to written records of later generations, the Longchang Festival originated from the birthday of Emperor Qian'an. It started on his 20th birthday and was particularly grand at the beginning of the festival.

The emperor offered sacrifices to heaven at Huanqiu, and the people's cheers shook the sky.

The emperor was kind-hearted and granted amnesty to the whole world from his high platform.

Afterwards, the palace gates were opened wide, and officials from all directions came to congratulate. The banquets were flowing, and there was a variety of delicacies from land and sea, and music and singing lasted for three days.

Fireworks were set off, the night sky was as bright as day, and the whole country was celebrating.

Queen Dowager Zhao was too generous.

Xing Chen was in the middle of it all and felt like the money was being wasted like water, which made him feel heartbroken.

He was planning a war with Liang to destroy the country. If you do some calculations, you will need silver everywhere.

As the saying goes, food and fodder must be prepared before troops move out. Before any formal action is taken, sufficient military pay must be prepared first.

Fortunately, officials from all over the country presented a lot of gold, silver and treasures, which, when put into the treasury, offset a lot of expenses.

Xing Chen went to see Queen Mother Zhao specifically and made it clear that such extravagant behavior must never happen again.

If this happens too often, local officials will inevitably develop a culture of comparison just by giving gifts, which will ultimately lead to a waste of time and money.

Queen Mother Zhao was not a proud and extravagant person. Her action this time was entirely due to her guilt.

Queen Mother Zhao was pleased that Xing Chen was not blinded by power and treasure and took the initiative to talk to her about this matter, and she agreed on the spot.

After three exhausting days, Xing Chen finally took a break.

Wen Luo has been very busy these days. It is rare for local officials in Kyoto not to visit the Regent's residence.

Wen Luo knew that the war was approaching, so he personally met with all the officials coming to Beijing, regardless of their positions.

During these three busy days, the two hardly saw each other.

On the third night, Xing Chen sent away the last wave of officials in the imperial study. He had a premonition that Wen Luo would come at night, so he had a quick dinner, got ready, and lay down on the bed waiting.

Because I was so tired, I waited so long that I fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept when I suddenly woke up. I looked up and found that Wen Luo had not arrived yet.

I was so shocked that I couldn't sleep.

So Xing Chen hugged the quilt, revealing her two beautiful big eyes, and stared at the door eagerly.

This was the scene that Wen Luo saw when he hurriedly arrived in the middle of the night.

The moment he saw Xing Chen, he was almost heartbroken.

Seeing that he finally came, Xing Chen's face wrinkled in grievance, and he stretched out his hands to Wen Luo, "Hold me."

Wen Luo rushed over and hugged him in his arms.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you exhausted?"

"I fell asleep and woke up again. I always felt that you would come, so I kept waiting."

"Little fool."

Xing Chen looked up at him, "Why is it so late?"

"I have been chatting with the adults from the south for a long time. When I saw the time was already so late, I was afraid that you would be waiting for me, so I came to check on you."

Xing Chen touched his face and said distressedly: "I'm afraid that my uncle is more tired than me these days."

Wen Luo smiled lightly, feeling a little helpless.

"If Your Majesty had not said this in my arms, I would have suspected that Your Majesty had some hidden meaning."

Xing Chen kissed him gently on the lips.

"Then my injustice is really greater than the sky."

Wen Luo rubbed his head and coaxed him softly: "Then your majesty will stay in my arms every day, and you will never be wronged."

Xing Chen hugged his waist, "Uncle Royal is so bad."

"Is it bad?"

Xing nodded heavily: "Yes."

"If it's bad, there will be no gift."

Xing Chen straightened up from him, his words sounded dissatisfied, but his eyes were sparkling.

"Didn't we agree not to prepare any gifts?"

"Everyone else can deliver it, but I can't?"

"You are different, different from everyone else."

"Then other people's gifts will be sent to the storeroom, and your husband's gifts will be carried with you at all times, okay?"

Hearing this, Xing Chen became interested.

"Can I carry it with me all the time? Then I want it!"

Wen Luo tapped his nose with his fingertips and said jokingly:

"Who said no just now? It turns out that you always say one thing and mean another."

Xing Chen: “…”

You can drive on this small road.