My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

However, the Second Master was calmer. He sighed and said, "We'll write letters to our brother and your brother Yi to announce the death. This matter cannot be concealed. Not only can it not be concealed, but it must be done quickly! Otherwise, I'm afraid someone will report them."

Although the third master is a bastard, he still knows the rules and principles.

Nodded vigorously.

The news of the death of the old Ningping Marquis soon spread to the palace.

The emperor had a sullen face in the imperial study. At this moment, he was thinking the same thing as the second and third masters. They all felt that the old Ningping Marquis would never choose a good day to die.

Isn't it embarrassing to die at such a critical moment?

You know, for more than half a year, Fu Zhiyi has served as the councilor of Gan Ning in the Northwest Road, and has been responsible for the transportation of grain and supplies, and there has not been any mistake.

How could the emperor not be aware of the effort required to dispatch food and fodder from all over the country and deliver them to the front-line military camps smoothly and promptly?

What's more, Fu Zhiyi was also responsible for people's livelihood in Ganning. After he arrived in Ganning, he issued a decree calling on the people of Ganning to open up wasteland and plant potatoes and sweet potatoes brought back from Nanyue.

Together with the King of Jin, they started to cultivate land for the garrison behind the military camp. Soldiers who were relieved of their duties on weekdays would be tasked with cultivating the land and planting potatoes and sweet potatoes.

After Fu Zhiyi discovered these two crops, he presented them back to the capital.

After many trial plantings by Sinong, it was discovered that potatoes and sweet potatoes could be grown both in the south and in the bitter cold of the northwest.

And the yield is higher than that of wheat and rice.

This large-scale promotion in the northwest is also to enable the people in the northwest to fill their stomachs.

Potatoes and sweet potatoes have just been planted and will not be harvested until autumn.

By then, it will greatly alleviate the problem of food shortage in the army.

Fu Zhiyi is the one who is in charge of this matter. If he is in mourning due to the death of the old Ningping Marquis, who can he be trusted to take charge of the Northwest Road?

The results will be seen in a few months. Are we going to fail at the last minute?

The more he thought about it, the angrier the emperor became.

According to the old rules, when an old man like the old Ningping Marquis passed away, the emperor had to give him some face and give his descendants some rewards to show his great grace.

But the emperor was so angry that he didn't want to give any reward at all. Instead, he wanted to send someone to scold him in front of the spirit chamber.

Because the emperor was angry, he did not send anyone to pay tribute to the old Ningping Marquis's funeral, and acted as if he didn't care.

The officials in the capital are all cunning people. Look at how the emperor has offended the Ningping Marquis's Mansion. He didn't even give them this little dignity after their death.

Therefore, except for relatives and old friends, most officials' families would only send people to deliver gifts and would not come in person.

The body had been kept there for several days, and the funeral hall was deserted except for the deceased's family and a few close relatives.

Fu Zhijian and Hu Shi were also unsure about what to do when they saw this situation.

Especially Fu Zhijian, he was very nervous.

If I wanted to find someone for advice, I would usually go to the old marquis.

Now the old marquis is lying in the coffin, why ask?

I had to ask the second and third masters, but they were still angry. What's more, one of them held an honorary position and the other had a low position, so how would they know where to go?

For a moment, Fu Zhijian missed Fu Zhiyi especially. If he were there, he could help analyze the situation.

With this thought, Fu Zhijian urged his men to go and find out. How many days would it take for this news to reach the northwest, and then for Fu Zhiyi and the others to rush back? When would they be able to return?

Seeing Fu Zhijian's behavior, the second and third masters became angry again.

As for Fu Zhiyi, he was also caught off guard when he received the bad news.

Before leaving, although the old marquis was old, judging from his complexion and the fact that he was unwilling to restrain himself even at this age, I guess he could live at least another four or five years.

Why did he die suddenly?

Fu Zhiyi's first reaction was to wonder if the old marquis had fallen into a trap or something?

But these are all guesses, and I guess I'll have to go back to find out the truth.

Of course, the truth is not important at this time. What is important is that I have to submit a memorial of mourning immediately, without any delay.

If it’s too late, I’m afraid the censor will report me as unfilial.

He immediately wrote a memorial and sent it to the capital at an expedited speed of 800 miles.

While packing his luggage, he also sorted out the government affairs that needed to be handed over.

There are so many complicated things to deal with, and it will probably take some effort to hand them over completely.

I didn't have the mind to think about anything else for the moment.

The news of the death of the old Ningping Marquis could not be concealed, and the King of Jin soon found out.

Although the northwest in May is not as warm as Beijing, the mountains and the earth are all covered with green. Of course, there is still snow on the tops of those tall mountains that has not melted.

However, the weather in the northwest is neither too cold nor too hot now, which is a rare comfortable season.

In the evening, Prince Jin braved a cool breeze and hurried from the camp to the government office where Fu Zhiyi lived.

After being blown by wind and sand for more than half a year, the originally delicate, gentle and polite King Jin became wrinkled and his skin became black.

In addition, he was in the camp every day, hanging out with those military ruffians, not shaving his beard and not washing his clothes for several days.

The Prince of Jin now looks like a rough old man.

He was a frequent visitor to the government office, so the guards guarding Fu Zhiyi at the door did not stop him and let Prince Jin in directly.

The first thing he said when he came in was, "Your grandfather died? You want to mourn?"

Fu Zhiyi was sorting out various documents on his desk. When he heard what Prince Jin said, he didn't even raise his head, but just gestured to Prince Jin to do as he pleased.

He replied, "The memorial of mourning has been sent back to the capital in an expedited manner, a distance of eight hundred miles. Now we are awaiting the approval of His Majesty."

The King of Jin frowned, plopped down on his chair, and said bluntly, "If you leave in mourning, who will take over this mess? I don't trust anyone with it! These food and supplies are of paramount importance. I can be at ease with you, but if you leave, God knows who will take over. Then I will not only have to fight the Western Rong in front, but also be on guard against someone stabbing me in the back. Damn it, how can I live like this?"

Fu Zhiyi slowed down his movements and frowned, "Now I can only hope that His Majesty can appoint a reliable person to take over, otherwise I won't be at ease!"

Prince Jin's eyes rolled. "Tell me, do you want me to submit a secret memorial to the Emperor, saying that this place cannot do without you, and ask the Emperor to take your love away from you?"

It is rare to seize someone's affection, unless the person is deeply trusted by the emperor and no one can replace him in the job he is doing.

Of course, in the mind of Prince Jin, no one can replace the job that Fu Zhiyi is doing now. As for trust, the emperor still trusts him at the moment.

I think it should work.

Thinking of this, Prince Jin slapped his thigh and said, "I will go and submit a memorial to my father right now—"

He stood up and left.

Fu Zhiyi helplessly stopped him: "If you really submit this secret memorial, I'm afraid this matter will not be accomplished."