After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

As soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month was over, Cen Xian had a lot of things to do. While he was busy training the soldiers from the Peking University Camp, he was also discussing with the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Industry about the spring news and food and wages. He often couldn't rest until midnight.

Last year, there were floods and droughts in the territory of Wei Dynasty. The people's harvests were not good, and the national tax dropped sharply. Qingzhou, Anzhou, Shuzhong, and the south of the Yangtze River were cold and cold, and the harvests were not good. There was a famine and refugees. They ran around, and the food in the Changping warehouse was all gone, and a few urgent orders were sent to Beijing for disaster relief.

The Ministry of Households called Cen Xian poor, the Ministry of Industry and Cen Xian cried poor, the Ministry of Households said that there was no silver in the treasury, and the Ministry of Works said that the Ministry of Households did not give money to repair the embankment of the Yellow River...

In the end, it was Cen Xian who went to the court to force the courtiers to reduce their salaries, and also halved the monthly salaries of the concubines living in the harem, and picked up rich businessmen and tycoons to donate money, and then squeezed out money for those guarding the border. The generals on the side sent grain and grass, and sent money and grain to those places in Qingzhou.

As for the soldiers on the Beidaying side, Cen Xian paid more than half of the money for food and grass, and the little money allocated by the household department was not enough for the Beidaying side to stuff their teeth.

The officers and soldiers at the Xingjun Club scratched their waists to dig the rice in the bowl, and Shuo Wang glanced at it. It was quite rich, with meat and vegetables.

Only then did Shuowang know why the dignified Wei Jinyiwei Commander was so poor that he couldn't even get 1000 taels of silver... Except for those things that were bestowed by the emperor, everything that could be sold for money in Cen Xian's mansion was sold. The flowers are all grown by myself...

In the past few days, Cen Xian drove Shuo Wang to Beijing Camp to follow the training. These generals and soldiers saw a man with high martial arts skills, and they rushed to compete with Shuo Wang. Within two days, they became friends.

The heavy-backed general of the Peking University Camp, Shen Jun, picked up every grain of rice in the bowl, and heard the young man next to him who had come to train troops ask: "The commander is obviously so good, why does he have such a bad reputation among the people?"

Deputy Wei An Guozheng next to Shen Jun sneered: "It's not that those civil servants slander our commanders every day!"

Meal with the chopsticks holding the rice.

Shen Jun sighed: "Oh..."

"You were brought here by the commander," Shen Jun's bronzed face showed a trace of sadness, "I'm not afraid to tell you."

"When the previous commander died, our commander was only 17 years old," Shen Jun said, "The commander used iron and blood to kill the envious power in Jinyiwei, trying to get past the person who held authority in front of the commander..."

"He killed more than [-] people with one sword in one night in the courtyard," Shen Jun said, "Since then, his ruthless methods have been appreciated by the Holy Majesty, and he has gradually received more authority and took over the Peking Camp. "

"He has done many things during these years in the ruling and opposition parties. He always offends the wealth and power in the hands of the rich and powerful, and his methods are ruthless. Everyone in the ruling and opposition parties is afraid of him."

An Guozheng raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "There are so many people with ulterior motives in the government and the public. If the commander is not more ruthless than them, can he restrain these people?!"

Another person answered: "Besides, if the commander doesn't have such means, our North Camp is backed by Shangjing, and we can still make a living, and the soldiers and horses on Shuomo's side will starve to death in the wilderness!"

Some people interrupted while eating: "There is also the Yellow River. Six years ago, the embankment burst and there was an epidemic. No one in the court dared to go. It was the commander who personally took people to the disaster relief. Without the means of the commander, the refugees came with the epidemic. When the Yellow River ran to Shangjing, we didn’t even need the Turkic people to beat us, and we were all dead..."

"Now the Yellow River is also the commander who sends people to repair it every year..."

"Except for the commander, who can ask for money from the treasury?!"

Shen Jun lowered his voice: "There are His Majesty and Empress Dowager who are still in the palace, how can they stay safe and sound until now?"

An Guozheng sneered and said, "In the end, the good reputation falls on other people. There is no such thing as murder and arson, burning bones and burying corpses, disregarding the life and death of the people, and putting the hats of killing Zhongliang on the heads of commanders and envoys one after another."

Someone sighed: "We don't have that group of literati who can speak, and we can't quarrel with them even if we quarrel, and the commander doesn't allow us to fight..."

After hearing this, Shuo Wang felt a little complicated, and couldn't eat the meal.

An Guozheng thought he didn't want to eat, so he let out an "ah" and hurriedly said, "Don't pour it! This is all the commander's money! We are all distressed!"

Shuo Wang nodded quickly, took a few mouthfuls, and swallowed the brown rice in the bowl, when he heard someone behind him calling him, "Ah Shuo."

Everyone who heard the sound looked over and saw that the commander was wearing a crow-blue crane cloak, his long hair tied loosely with a headband, pinned behind him, and standing with his hands behind his back on the edge of the haystack in the barracks. The beautiful eyebrows are like a red plum with fresh snow poking out in the extremely cold winter, the branches are covered with ice, but the person is gentle.

Shuo Wang hurriedly responded, put his rice bowl away and went to Cen Xian's. Shen Jun and other big bosses also followed behind him, but because of the commander's appearance, they were sweating profusely after training. Those who smelled of sweat didn't dare to get too close, they stopped in a respectful manner two feet away from the commander, and saluted.

Shuowang clapped his hands to make ashes, so he simply didn't touch Cen Xian, and smiled at Cen Xian with his eyes bent: "Ah Cen."

It's called big or small.

Cen Xian said to Shen Jun: "The new grain has been allocated, and there will be no need to eat brown rice in a few days."

Shen Jun and An Guozheng's big men burst into tears when they heard the words, and they almost cried holding the commander's leg.

After leaving Beidaying, Cen Xian took Shuo Wang back to the mansion, changed into a set of clothes, and went inside the palace.

The sun has been out for the past few days, and the snow has melted faster. The ice and snow in the imperial palace garden have also melted a lot. The little emperor is wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and is kneeling on the ground to play with the snow.

A group of maids and eunuchs nearby were watching the little emperor play, not daring to take it lightly for a moment.

After all, the little emperor's dementia was caused by playing snow by the lake one year, and the court ladies and eunuchs didn't take good care of him. The little emperor fell into the lake, and after he picked it up, he developed a high fever, which burned his brain out.They don't dare to do something like this again, it's a capital crime of losing their heads! !

The little emperor squeezed out a ball and saw a pair of black boots falling in front of him.

He looked up and exclaimed in surprise: "Lord Cen!!"

The child rubbed affectionately into Cen Xian's arms, Cen Xian patted the little emperor's head, and heard Shuo Wang, who was pretending to be the accompanying Jin Yiwei, cough softly behind him.

The maid in charge brought all the maids and eunuchs to kneel down: "I have seen Master Cen."

The little emperor's eyes were bright, and he took Cen Xian a few steps, asking Cen Xian to play with him in the snow, and Shuo Wang said quietly beside him, "The commander always pleases children no matter what age they are..."

Wearing fox fur gloves, Cen Xian took the snowball handed over by the little emperor, and the little red mole at the end of his eyes turned up: "Are you jealous?"

The young man next to him jumped up like a cat with its fur fried, and said through gritted teeth, "I don't! Who wants to be jealous of children!"

Cen Xian's shoulders shook.

When he was young, Shuo Wang dominated Cen Xian, and when he saw anyone approaching, he would moan and groan for a long time, and was laughed at by King Zhao and Princess Zhao, joking that Shuo Wang would not want to cling to Cen Xian for the rest of his life... He didn't make much progress when he grew up, Ever since he was able to stay by Cen Xian's side, he wanted to be by Cen Xian's side all the time.

If he hadn't been sent to the North Camp, he might have wanted to be the fox fur that Cen Xian wore around his crane cloak, and he would not want to go if it was hooked around Cen Xian's neck.

I don't know how to cultivate such a clingy temperament.

Cen Xian sometimes finds it amusing and teases him, just like playing with a cat, and it's quite cute when it blows up.

Shuo Wang took the snowball from Cen Xian's hand, and put it on a big snowball according to the little emperor's wishes.

Big snowballs and small snowballs were stacked together to form a cute little snowman. The little emperor applauded and put a branch on the face of the little snowman.

Then the little emperor raised his head to look at Cen Xian and the handsome brother next to him, and said with a smile, "That's right! Lord Cen! I'm going to have a queen!"

Shuo Wang was taken aback.

This kid is only 13 years old, right? !

Is there going to be a queen? !

The little snowball in Cen Xian's hand was suddenly crushed by him.

"What did Your Majesty say?" Cen Xian looked coldly.

The little emperor didn't notice at all that his Lord Cen was on the verge of coming, but happily said to his favorite and most beautiful Lord Cen in the court: "I heard it secretly, my aunt and queen said, Find me a beautiful queen!"

The little emperor happily ran around Cen Xian. Cen Xian folded his palms together, stretched out his hands to hold the little emperor's shoulders, bent down and looked at the little emperor with gentle eyes: "Then your majesty heard that they said that they want to find someone to be your queen. ?"

"I heard it!" The little emperor clapped his hands and said.

"Then Your Majesty will tell the minister quietly, okay?" Cen Xian was persuasive.

The little emperor only had the mind of a six or seven-year-old child, and nodded solemnly when he heard the words: "Then Lord Cen, don't tell others!" He looked at Shuo Wang who was dressed in Jin Yiwei next to Cen Xian: "Not even a pretty brother!"

"it is good."

With Cen Xian's promise, the little emperor leaned into his ear and said, "My queen is called Cao Xu."

The little emperor's eyes brightened: "Does Lord Cen know her? I want to see my queen!"

Cen Xian smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I don't know."

The little emperor sighed faintly: "Ah——"

Cen Xian bid farewell to the little emperor, and walked outside the imperial garden, thinking carefully about what the little emperor said just now.

Aunt, queen mother, Cao Xu... the aunt here, the eldest princess named Wei Changle, seemed to be more dangerous than he imagined.

He turned his head to look at Shuowang, his youthful peach blossom eyes slightly raised up, these eyes were similar to the King Zhao in his memory, but the whole face couldn't be matched with the King Zhao and his wife no matter what.

Like something went wrong.

Shuowang's hand waved in front of Cen Xian's eyes: "What are you thinking? Why are you staring at me in a daze?"

The young man was quite narcissistic, but there was concern in his voice, as if he was trying to make him happy: "Are you attracted by my handsome appearance?"

"Not in shape."

Cen Xian precisely grasped Shuo Wang's troublesome hand in front of his eyes, and then pulled him out of the palace gate.

The author says:

Cen Xian: I am really poor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!