The wives of the concubines are empresses

The two hugged and kissed for a long time until they heard voices outside the door.

"Eunuch Lin, Aunt Cheng, dinner is ready."

The two looked at each other, glanced inside, and then tacitly looked away.

There was a sudden silence inside, probably indicating that the relationship between the two was heating up.

The two people who heard the voices quickly separated and both lowered their heads shyly.

Shangguan Wanjun felt so embarrassed that she was almost dying. She had never been so proactive before.

After a while, they both slowly looked up and saw each other's still slightly red cheeks, and they were a little afraid to breathe loudly.

"I'm hungry."

Hearing the other party's coquettish words, Shu Fei Gao Zihao felt a flash of electricity in his heart.

"Then let's go have dinner."

Princess Gao Zihao took the initiative to embrace Shangguan Wanjun, opened the study door and walked out.

Everyone was stunned and saluted quickly.

Two people walked in front, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, like a golden boy and a jade girl, they looked a perfect match no matter how you looked at them.

Princess Shu Gao Zihao took the initiative to pull out a chair and helped Shangguan Wanjun sit down. Then he sat down in the other person's seat, lifted up his mountain-colored wide-sleeved robe.

Shangguan Wanjun tasted a dish, "Try this chrysanthemum."

After eating this dish of chrysanthemum, you can sleep well at night. In this era, the production of chrysanthemum was very scarce and it was presented as tribute to the emperor, so it was also known as the "Emperor's Vegetable".

In addition to its unique aroma and sweet taste, Chinese cabbage also has the effects of calming the mind, nourishing the spleen and stomach, and benefiting the intestines.

Therefore, in ancient times, when the emperor was under a lot of pressure and couldn't sleep at night, local farmers would pay tribute of Chinese spinach in the corresponding season, which would be cooked by the chef in the imperial kitchen.

As Concubine Gao Zihao took a bite and tasted it, Shangguan Wanjun looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"how?"

"Not bad, with a light aroma."

Shangguan Wanjun smiled and said, "This was originally a tribute dish, but I'm not very used to the taste, so I can't eat it. If you like it, you can eat more."

Concubine Shu Gao Zihao was surprised: he thought the dish was okay, but the emperor said she was not used to it. It seems that everyone has their own taste.

"Your Majesty, try this chicken and broccoli, it tastes quite good."

Shangguan Wanjun put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully.

"not bad."

The two of them chatted occasionally during the meal, and the years were beautiful.

The oil lamp flickered. After taking a bath, the two of them changed into red underwear and went to bed.

"Your Majesty, please go to bed early today. You have to attend the morning court tomorrow."

Shangguan Wanjun smiled gently and said, "Okay."

The lights are on and the bright crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

On the streets of the capital, the city gates were open and people were coming in one after another.

Slowly, the capital city began to regain its bustling scene with people coming and going.

In the Golden Palace, Shangguan Wanjun, sitting on the dragon throne, changed her usual bright yellow dragon robe into a jet-black one embroidered with coiled dragons in gold thread, and her hair was tied up with tassels, adding a touch of majesty and dominance to her whole person.

"My dear ministers, I have had a custom-built booth displayed outside. From now on, it will be changed every seven days to display your achievements. Everyone, please keep up the good work."

Most of the court officials looked uneasy: What does the emperor mean by this?

The right prime minister looked puzzled and said: I have to ask someone after the court session.

Shangguan Wanjun didn't care what they thought and looked straight at the Minister of Revenue.

"Has the Minister of Revenue arranged for the soldiers at the border? I'm afraid the Ministry of Works can't wait any longer and needs to send it to the border."

The Minister of Revenue bowed bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, I have prepared 50,000 tons of food and 50,000 catties of grain. I will discuss with the Minister of Works immediately and send them to the border."

"it is good."

The Minister of Revenue returned to his position and cried out in his heart.

"Taifu Temple, how many horses are there now?"

"Your Majesty, there are currently 50,000 horses, 40,000 of which are adult horses, 4,000 are female horses, and 6,000 are young horses."

Shangguan Wanjun frowned. "So little? Are you not eating well? What do you usually eat?"

The Imperial Household Secretary bowed and said, "Usually it's beans, but there have been famines in the past two years, and the food is really limited, so the food is a bit worse."

Shangguan Wanjun felt a headache. Including mares and foals, there were only 50,000 horses. If the border needed horses, wouldn't they be able to provide support?

If a war breaks out suddenly and horses are needed, it will be of no help, but it will also be dangerous.

"What is the mental state of the horses? How many veterinarians are there? What is the level of professionalism?"

A series of three questions left Taipusi confused.

"You answer them one by one."

At the border of Yunzhou, General Nan Shaoan stood upright in the reclaimed vegetable field. Looking around, it was a sea of ​​lush green, which was very pleasing to the eye.

An Yong, the deputy general beside him, looked at his general and was stunned when he saw his expressionless face.

What are you looking at, General?

There are only green vegetable seedlings in front of me. Are I looking at the vegetables?

"How are those wild boars?"

Deputy General An Yong was stunned. "They raised it, and it ate grass."

Thinking of the methods given by the emperor, Nan Shaoan narrowed his eyes and thought.

"Pass it on. From now on, feed those bad vegetable leaves, radish peels, etc. to wild boars. Don't waste them."

Deputy General An Yong bowed and said, "Yes, General."

After he left, General Nan Shaoan looked around and then looked at the blue sky.

Your Majesty, I will live up to your expectations and will protect Yunzhou.

Wang Qing left the military camp and took his men with him, dividing them into four teams and heading to Yunzhou, Lizhou and Nanzhou to check the situation. They also expanded their business and secretly prepared food and fodder to supply the soldiers at the border.

Seeing people coming and going on the streets of the border prefecture, Wang Qing felt relieved.

Only when someone has good bowel movements can he develop business according to his master's methods.

It has been half a month since they left the military camp.

When it was just getting light, the soldiers began to pick the vegetables and pickle them in jars.

Yunzhou is in the south, so the weather is very good every day and the winter is short, making it very suitable for human habitation.

But there are still some disadvantages. The sun is quite strong and many people are dark-skinned, especially the soldiers.

"Brother, don't waste the seedlings. The general said to plant some of the good ones and pickle the lesser ones."

"it is good."

After two busy hours, everyone worked with the fireman to pickle more than a hundred jars of vegetables.

There are six kinds of vegetable seedlings, two kinds of round white radishes, garlic, ginger, etc., a total of ten types.

As soon as Wang Qing entered the provincial capital, he began to purchase crude salt and sent people to deliver it back to the army.

After receiving the salt, the soldiers began hunting. They sprinkled salt on the hares, pheasants, wild ducks, weasels, eagles, crows, birds and other prey they brought back and made them into dried meat.

Nan Shaoan looked at the kimchi jars in the large tents and the dried meat hanging above his head, and felt very satisfied.

In the study of a five-story house in Yunzhou Prefecture, Wang Qing was writing a letter under the lamp.

The writing was in clear form and was sent back via the post station and entered the palace through special channels.

Ten days later, Shangguan Wanjun saw a letter from her master in her hand.

"All delivered, and have begun. Please rest assured as you wander around."

The writing is clear.

After seeing the concise paragraph, Shangguan Wanjun also understood.

I hope her foresight can be of some help to herself and the entire Yuan Dynasty.