Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The six ministers were practically carried in by the Blue-Uniform Guards. Everyone enjoyed the feeling of flying, it was so refreshing, they almost vomited from being shaken. They sat there and began to look at the memorial, their faces becoming gloomy.

It seems that if the tiger doesn't show its power, you will treat me as a cat?

Time passed quickly as they were discussing. Jiang San, who had not waited for Jiuli to come over for lunch, led Qingfen and Qingfen out of Guanju Palace and came back with food boxes.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing? Have you finished your meal?" Jiang San saw Qingnu standing at the door, and knew that they must be discussing something important at this time, so he stopped.

To outsiders, this queen seemed dignified and gentle, calm and well-mannered, but only those around him knew that he was not.

"Your Highness, I pay my respects to you. Your Majesty is discussing state affairs with the six ministers," Qingnu saluted neatly, his eyes glancing over the food box.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment in the side hall," Qingnu stood up after hearing the words "no need to be polite" and continued, she went in to pass the message.

"Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, you can just pass this to His Majesty," Jiang San stretched out his hand to stop Qing Nu, "The weather has been a bit hot recently, you guys should be more careful, and don't forget to drink the mung bean soup."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Qingnu looked respectful.

Although everyone was discussing this heatedly, they actually only had one meaning: fighting.

"Your Majesty," Hezhou stood up, glanced at the Minister of War, and shook his head in disapproval, "You are too radical. We should just take back this lost land."

"I am willing to go on behalf of Your Majesty,"

Minister of War: Do you want to reorganize your language? See if you are too radical or she is too conservative?

"There is no need to discuss this matter further," Jiuli made the decision directly. "Call the troops," the people sitting there were filled with excitement when the words "call the troops" came out.

In the autumn of the tenth year of Cheng'an, the countries of Wusu and Xing? failed to marry the legitimate prince and repeatedly invaded the border of Huanglin Dynasty, causing heavy losses. Your Majesty was furious and mobilized 400,000 troops.

"This huge loss?" The historian looked at what he had recorded with satisfaction, when a puzzled question came from the side.

“How come losing three sheep and two cows is not a significant loss? For the common people, that’s more than ten taels of silver!” The historian didn’t even turn his head, feeling that what he wrote was not tragic enough.

"?" Do you want to listen to what you are saying? The Minister of War looked back at the Minister of Rites. Is this how you teach?

The Minister of Rites raised his eyes and indicated that he didn't know him.

"Come on, get to work," Cui Wanjun said with a cold face.

In the winter of the tenth year of Cheng'an, several countries including Wusu, Xing and others were destroyed and became two provinces of Huanglin Dynasty. In just three months, the territory of Huanglin Dynasty expanded again, and there was only one voice in this area.

The news reached Beijing just a few days before the New Year.

After receiving the news, Jiuli happily went to find Jiang San.

Every winter, Jiang San was not particularly active. He preferred to make tea and read books on the chaise longue in Guanju Palace, and he could read all day long with two plates of dried fruits beside him.

"Wife?" Jiang San raised his eyes and quickly put away the inappropriate book he was reading. Then he stood up and tried to cover up the past. "Wife, do you have good news to share with me?"

"Of course it's a good thing." Jiuli glanced at the hidden book, "Why don't you read some serious books? Why do you read this every day?"

"My wife hasn't told me what the good news is yet." Jiang San looked a little embarrassed and tried to divert Jiuli's attention.

"Of course the victory of the army this time is not a good thing?" Jiuli tilted her head and spoke calmly but proudly.

"Is what my wife said true? That's really good," Jiang San said with a smile on his face.

"Jiang Jiang," Jiuli leaned forward and changed the subject, "You don't have to take those medicines, don't hurt your body."

"I didn't drink it. I just wasn't feeling well and needed some treatment," Jiang San turned his head away. He would never drink medicine.

"Are you ready?" Jiuli played with Jiang San's hair with her fingertips.

"No." Jiang San shook his head. Every time he said he was in good health, but does that mean he can't have children?

"If it's useless, then you don't need to drink it, right?" Jiuli's eyes flashed, and her tone was inducing, "If you like children, I will bring a royal child in and let him sit on your lap."

"Forget it. I can't do something like separating a father and his son," Jiang San waved his hand to refuse.

"My dear wife, are you really not going to participate in the beauty contest? Maybe my health is not good and I can't have children. I can just change another one." Jiang San asked in a low voice, but in his heart he wanted Jiuli to refuse.

"No need to choose. I only have you. I can't stand another one." Jiuli shook her head. "You are the one."

"Well, as long as you don't regret it," Jiang San lowered his voice, "My dear wife, you haven't taken me out for many years."

"How about I take you to see the Lantern Festival in a few days?" Jiuli thought for a moment and leaned close to Jiang San's ear, "Isn't it that Jiang Jiang is getting more and more beautiful? Don't I want to take you out?"

"No way, my wife is always good at coaxing people," Jiang San blushed, "Okay, then I'll wait for my wife to pick me up."

"When have I ever disappointed you?" Jiuli chuckled.

"Of course not." Jiang San smiled, his eyebrows curved, "My wife is the best wife," and he tightened his grip.

"I'm so good, shouldn't I get a reward?" Jiuli looked down at Jiang San, "Jiang Jiang is getting more and more handsome."

"Really?" Jiang San asked, "It's because my wife raised me well."

"You're so sweet-talking. Are you going to sit here today? Why don't you go out for a walk?" Jiuli took the book next to her and took a look at it, with a smile on her face.

"No," Jiang San, who lowered his head, didn't notice the book in Jiuli's hand at all. When he found out, the person had already been thrown on the bed.

The book was thrown on the ground, and on it was written: The person took off her silk clothes, went up to the west tower alone, and wore a pair of embroidered shoes.

"My wife, my waist hurts." Jiang San patted Jiuli in dissatisfaction, "You are so old, but you still act like a little girl."

"How old are you?" Jiuli ruffled Jiang San's hair with her fingertips, her tone dangerous, "Jiang Jiang, huh?"

"Over thirty." Jiang San narrowed his eyes, charming and affectionate but also a little unhappy, without any danger.

"Do you think I'm old?" Jiuli lowered her head. "I don't know who begged me for mercy yesterday. Now I am old?"

"How dare you mention yesterday?" Jiang San frowned, but he seemed to be acting like a spoiled child. "I begged for mercy, but I didn't see you."

"So you still think I'm old? Let's continue today?" Old? How could she be old? Even if she was in her seventies or eighties, she wasn't old.

"Not old, not old," Jiang San wisely changed his words, while touching his waist. If he continued like this, his waist would be gone. "My wife is still young. Didn't you say you would take me out today?"

"Let's get up quickly, or it will be too late." He said flatteringly, "I'll go downstairs and wait for you."