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

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty."

Zhao Chen is complaining like this deliberately, and his real intention is to remind Kyoto that when allocating military funds in the future, it should be biased.

However, the northern border is vast, with flat and vast land and fertile fields. Unlike the southern border, which has high mountains and dense forests and sparse fields, Zhao Chen did not even mention this.

The capital city sympathized with them and exempted all grain taxes for the subordinates under the legion, following the example of the territories of the King of Zhennan, allowing them to be self-sufficient.

Xing Chen checked the amount of grain tax in the Northern Frontier in the past and looked up their previous records of land reclamation. He was able to roughly calculate the number of fields in the Northern Frontier now. Not only were they self-sufficient, but they also had a considerable surplus every year.

However, the food and salary provided by Kyoto was increasing year by year.

Of course, it is questionable what the actual number of troops in the Northern Frontier is.

Xing Chen pretended not to know and casually asked about some situations in the army. He also asked about several deputy generals who could be named, saying that he had not seen them for a long time.

They were all harmless chats and Zhao Chen didn't take them seriously.

At the end, Xing Chen said: "Uncle has made great contributions in defending the land, and he should be rewarded."

Zhao Chen's eyes flashed.

If he were to be rewarded seriously as the Grand Marshal of the Northern Frontier Army, he would be the King of Zhenbei.

He said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have a duty to perform and dare not take credit for it."

"This is not a matter of being invited or not. It's yours whether you are invited or not. How can you let others take away this achievement?

Uncle, don't rush to leave these days. Wait for good news from me. It's also a good opportunity for you to stay at home and accompany your aunt.

Also, since it's a rare opportunity for you to come back, you should also go see your mother, who is always thinking about you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Chen was very confident.

The regent was watching with eager eyes, and his little nephew had no other support. The queen mother was his sister, and she was also a smart person. In short, under the current circumstances, no one dared to touch him, the commander-in-chief of the northern frontier army.

In fact, he had already been the de facto king of the North, but he had always lacked the title, and he had been somewhat resentful in the past few years.

If my nephew is sensible, he should be able to get rid of this knot in his heart this time.

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The tenth day of November.

Xing Chen held another banquet at Zhiting Tower in Lianyi Palace.

None of the ministers who were attending the palace banquet were not notified in advance. When they hurried to the palace, they didn't even know why His Majesty had summoned them.

When they arrived at Zhiting Tower, the ministers looked at each other and whispered to each other, asking what was going on, but no one could explain it.

It was not until the Regent arrived that the discussion died down.

Zhao Chen arrived with Queen Dowager Zhao. When he saw Wen Luo, Zhao Chen nodded slightly, then turned around and sat opposite Wen Luo.

After the wine and food were served, Xing Chen finally arrived accompanied by Eunuch Fu.

All the ministers stood up and saluted, but Xing Chen raised his hand to indicate that they should not bow.

"My dear ministers, there is no need to be polite. Today is a family dinner. You are all the loyal ministers of Dahan. I am late, so I will offer a toast to you all first."

Eunuch Fu took the tray from the maid and handed it to Xing Chen.

Xing Chen picked up the wine glass, raised it pretentiously to the court officials, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

All the ministers followed him and drank up the wine in their cups.

Xing Chen put down his wine glass, turned around and nodded to Queen Mother Zhao who was sitting slightly to the side of the upper seat, and called out, "Mother."

Queen Mother Zhao smiled and looked at him: "Is the emperor happy today? Why did he disturb so many people?"

"Of course there is a happy event."

Queen Mother Zhao laughed. She knew it was impossible but still teased in public: "Could it be that Queen Mother is going to have a grandson?"

Xing Chen: “…”

You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic.

Xing Chen glanced at Wen Luo calmly from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that the regent's expression did not change, he said disapprovingly: "Mother, that is my private matter. It's fine to talk about it with you, but how can I bring it up in front of everyone?"

"The emperor's heirs are related to the country, how can it be said to be a private matter?"

Having a parent who urges your child to get married or have children is really a pain in the ass.

Queen Mother Zhao is only able to make sense of other matters, otherwise Xing Chen would definitely make her the first to leave.

It would be great if you have nothing to do, just raise a cat and worship Buddha. You can also ask him for other things, but he is a good person, so you choose to ask him for a child.

No matter how hard Wen Luo tried, even if he tied him to the bed and made him work day and night, his stomach couldn't get enough of it.

A chicken child is not as good as a chicken itself. It’s still not too late for you to give birth to one yourself.

Xing Chen sat down at the top seat without saying a word.

Queen Mother Zhao also realized that it was a bit inappropriate to urge him in front of so many people.

But she had no choice.

It has been so long since the audition, and her earnest advice again and again has been in vain.

There are so many beautiful women waiting there, but he has never favored any of them. How could a mother not be anxious?

Queen Mother Zhao even implicitly asked Xing Chen whether he wanted to ask the imperial physician to see him, as she was somewhat suspicious that Xing Chen might not be in good health.

In order to avoid the imperial physician's examination, Xing Chen kept saying that he was fine and refused to admit that he was not capable no matter what.

He is good at it.

"I will definitely remember your mother's love for her son, but I have other things to discuss today, so let's put it aside for now."

"I am sorry to spoil the fun," Queen Mother Zhao was a straightforward person, not stubborn. She raised her wine glass and said to the crowd, "This second cup of wine is for you all. You are the backbone of Dahan. The emperor will rely on you for everything. I am here to thank you all."

She tilted her head back and drank the whole glass of wine.

"That's not true, Your Majesty. It is our honor to be able to assist Your Majesty." Lord Lu from the Ministry of War answered loudly.

Everyone responded in unison and drank up the wine in their glasses again.

After two glasses of wine, the atmosphere at the table was no longer as tense as it was at the beginning.

Xing Chen picked out a few old men who loved drinking and were talkative. After a few glasses of wine, the group of people immediately started drinking and having fun, noisily.

During the banquet, they exchanged drinks.

Xing Chen didn't say why he called everyone over. Everyone was drinking happily and no one asked any questions for a while.

After three rounds of drinks, Xing Chen deliberately teased Wen Luo in public.

He said with a smile that it was not easy to invite the emperor's uncle and his uncle to have a meal together, which made everyone laugh.

After everyone finished laughing, he started asking the two of them to toast him together.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence for a moment.

The adults who were closer looked a little nervous, while those who were farther away looked at each other and asked what His Majesty had said.

Lord Han Yuxi from the Ministry of Works stared at the Regent closely, ready to give him advice at any time, fearing that he would give him a cold shoulder and walk away.

Your Majesty is really something. If you want to toast, just toast. Why do you have to toast together for no reason?

Just when everyone was feeling uneasy, Wen Luo lowered his eyes and glanced at his wine glass. After a moment's silence, he picked up the glass and stood up.

After he stood up, he looked at Zhao Chen opposite him with a serious look.

Zhao Chen didn't expect that he would be so cooperative this time.

If I don't stand up now, it will appear that the king's uncle does not know etiquette in front of everyone.

Zhao Chen chuckled softly, picked up his wine glass and stood up.

"Nanjiang Wenluo."

"Northern Frontier Zhao Chen."

"——We all pay our respects to His Majesty!"