long old

"It's time to go to court, it's time to go to court!" A few eunuchs beat the gongs and drums in their hands in boredom, and the ministers who were waiting for the court came out of the courtyard one after another.

Jian Yue walked behind the crowd full of thoughts, thinking about future plans.

In March last year, Mu Yao had already collapsed, and the disagreement between Zuo Zhen and that ungrateful man was obviously planning to abandon their previous covenant and no longer cooperate with him.

After all, it is human nature that "a good bird chooses a tree to live in".

Since Mu Yao had been convicted of "surrendering to the enemy and betraying the country", it was quite normal for him to run away from him if his house was ransacked, his family members were sent to the frontier, and the trees fell and the monkeys scattered.

It's just that Jian Yue was originally powerless, and it was all due to Mu Yao's power as the prime minister, so he recruited allies.

But now, his official position as Minister of the Ministry of Officials has long been demoted by the emperor to the position of "Qing".

Or because of the secret he held in his hands, if he hadn't happened to see Mu Yao's attitude towards that child, he... wouldn't have survived.

At this time, who would take advantage of this bad luck and take him in, and he would no longer find someone to depend on, put his destiny in the hands of others by mistake, and let others control him.

"Senior, senior!" Wen Han, the newly appointed number one scholar in liberal arts and academician of the Hanlin Academy, was chasing after Li Xie, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, asking about the relevant matters in the court.

His face was still immature, but his eyes were filled with eager light.

Li Rong stopped and waited for Wen Han.

Wen Han: "Senior, the emperor announced at the court yesterday: 'Tomorrow, I will announce a major event to change the country's financial deficit'. At that time, the senior showed a tacit smile. But the junior thought about it , I can’t understand it no matter what. I wonder if the senior can give the junior a lesson or two?”

Li Rongzi twirled his white beard in a non-existent way, lowered his voice in a mystical manner, and said: "The holy will is unpredictable. I am ashamed that I can only guess some superficial guesses after studying this book so far."

Wen Han hurriedly said: "How come? Seniors don't have to be so modest, I hope you can explain clearly."

Li Rong: "That Shangshu is lying. What troubles the emperor recently?"

Wen Han: "Naturally, it's because the treasury is empty, the losses are serious, and it's hard to make ends meet. The emperor is kind, but he doesn't want to collect taxes, so..."

Halfway through the conversation, Wen Han, who was eloquent, finally realized something and hurriedly stopped talking.

Seeing his appearance, Li Rong immediately felt a little relieved that Zhiguo has successors.

Li Xie: "How is it? You've gotten better."

Wen Han paused for a moment, and then continued: "So, the only way to maintain expenditure without hurting the hearts of the people is to prohibit the private sale of certain goods that are not operated by the imperial merchants."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically grabbed the document in his hand and waved it left and right in mid-air.

Li Rong: "For example?"

Wen Han: "Official salt, this is a civilian commodity that has been sold privately by the people since the Supreme Emperor."

The more Wen Han said, the quieter his voice became, the more shuddering he became.

If private salt is really banned by the emperor, then the response from the people must be much greater than the increase in taxes.

Because if taxes are increased, only those ordinary people who face the loess and their backs to the sky will suffer the most.And once the sale of illicit salt is banned, those wealthy people who made their fortunes by doing so will react the most.

Once the rich are dissatisfied, they will raise their flags to protest. If the protest does not get satisfactory feedback, turmoil will break out in one side. All the shops along the street will be closed because of this, and the normal life of the people will not be maintained.

Nowadays, those rich people in the folk don't mean to be rich anymore. Most of their families have some inexplicable and unclear relationships with government officers and soldiers.

Even if most of the rich are not for the collusion between officials and businessmen, they are just for the convenience of trade, and they are not subject to too many government regulations when importing goods.

But if, the above hypothetical situation actually happens.

So, at this time, officials and businessmen are really colluding with officials and businessmen, intending to rebel.

Those officers and soldiers hired by the court but supported by businessmen will become the most terrifying main force.

There are many examples in history of competing with the people for profit and leading to the downfall of the dynasty.

"Master Wen, are you still leaving?"

The questioning voice sounded inappropriately, but brought Wen Han back to reality.The voice was a gentle and juvenile voice, which rang out softly.

Wen Han turned around, and the moment he saw the person coming, he shrank subconsciously.

I don't know why, but at that moment, I was seriously frightened.

It's not that Wen Han has never seen the smile of His Highness the Crown Prince. On the contrary, this 15-year-old His Royal Highness greets everyone with a gentle smile.

It's just that after the horrible guess just now, seeing that weird smile aroused his subconscious memories.

Back then, a certain person had such a smile and ruined that person's life into a mess.

Rong Mo seemed oblivious to his feelings, still wearing a kind smile that didn't match his age, put his fingers between his lips, and said with a soft smile: "Master Wen, please keep your guess a secret for now, don't go to court today raised any objections."

"But..." Wen Han was so tough that he wanted to refute it aloud. It was a decree related to people's livelihood and the well-being of the country. How could he not think carefully and raise objections?

Wen Han became an official for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. Now, he also had a multiple choice question in front of him, for the sake of the people, to forcibly stand out and oppose the emperor's figurative order, or to keep silent for the sake of the official position.

Also, for my own selfishness, I firmly believe that evil can prevail over good, and I can successfully rehabilitate Mr. Chang.

But before Wen Han could make a choice, Wei Xian, who always followed Rong Mo, stopped him from raising objections and held him back.

Wen Han could only watch helplessly as His Royal Highness was getting further and further away from him, and he didn't even have time to say the words of rejection.

With an inscrutable smile on Wei Xian's face, he said, "Then please, Mr. Wen."

Wei Xian let go of Wen Han, pretending to be casual and said: "I'm going to be late for the court, Mr. Wen, why don't you leave quickly?"

Wen Han has always had a good temper, but now he has already lost his temper after being tortured by their master and servant, and he can't say anything.

Wen Han had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and trotted into the Qianqing Palace.

Wen Han felt even more creepy when he entered the Qianqing Hall and started the morning court.

The Hall of Qianqing, which was always noisy, seemed to be unbelievably quiet today, even those deadly enemies never took the initiative to provoke each other.

It seems that every official is aware of the unusualness of the decree announced by the emperor today, but no one will express their truth and disagree with the emperor's opinion.

Rong Shu: "My dear dears, there have been many natural disasters and man-made disasters in Zhiguo recently, the treasury has suffered a severe deficit, and the finances have been slack. For the past half month, I have been worrying about this. I don't know if you dear dears have any good ways to overcome this difficulty? "

Rong Shu stood up from the dragon chair confidently, apparently convinced that no one would know what he did.

The court officials didn't even dare to vent their anger. They glanced at each other and turned back again. They must have made up their minds to rot all the advice in their stomachs.

Sitting in the crowd, Wen Han inevitably shuddered.

According to Shangshu, it seems that among the civil and military officials, except for him, who was called to the court during the imperial examination this year and took office for the first time, those old fritters are all aware that the emperor's upcoming decree at the court meeting means What.

However, now, no one dares to speak out, no one opposes it, and just looks on coldly.

In the end, in the silent Qianqing Palace, Rong Shu seemed to be disappointed and swept the audience away, but a gleam of joy appeared on his face, which was fleeting.

Rong Shu: "I have been thinking hard for the past few days, and finally came to a solution: only by prohibiting the sale of smuggled salt can we ensure the normal revenue of the treasury."

He waited for another three seconds to observe the reactions of the civil and military officials, and then continued: "If there is no objection, then it is settled like this. Li Xie, where is Zhang Bin?"

Li Xie: "The minister is here."

Li Shangshu walked out of the team respectfully, inevitably a little disappointed.

He originally thought that the emperor was just talking casually, but he never thought that he was really so stupid.

Perhaps His Highness the Crown Prince's proposal is not outrageous, but it makes sense in comparison between the two.

If this policy/policy is really carried out, I am afraid it will only last ten years, and the country will only last.

Rong Shu: "I have specially ordered you to organize this matter into a memorial, and submit it to the cabinet within three days. Other officials, start reporting to the various ministries."

Huang Tengzhong: "Your Majesty, the barbarians from the Northwest have invaded again recently... Bandits are rampant in Zhaoyuan City..."

Rong Shu frowned, Huang Tengzhong had repeatedly complained and harassed him for the matter of disintegrating the Northwest Kingdom.

At the beginning, I would still be reasonable, and sent troops with great fanfare.

But most of them returned without success, just fugitives/criminals from a few scattered countries, or businessmen who crossed the border.

After going back and forth so many times, Rong Shu no longer trusted him, and even became bored.

This is also the reason why Huang Tengzhong has never been promoted for so many years.

He is too stubborn and doesn't know how to adapt. He will only go one way to the dark, insisting on the truth and justice in his heart.

And the last thing Rong Shu needs is such a person, not to mention that he has always had a good relationship with the Seventh Prince, how can he trust him?

Rong Shu hurriedly winked at Lin Shengli.

Lin Shengli said loudly: "Retire!"

Huang Tengzhong obviously wanted to say something more, but had no choice but to bend down and bowed: "Respectfully send off the emperor."

Wen Han at the end of the line followed the officials and walked out of the Qianqing Hall. In the bright sunlight, he felt as if he had been in a trance.

Wen Han raised his eyes, Rong Mo and Wei Xian were walking ahead, seeming to be arguing with each other.

Afterwards, Rong Mo waved his hand to Li Rong again, gave him some instructions in a low voice, stuffed him with a few scrolls in his sleeve, and gave Wen Han a wink.

Wen Han couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, how many people in the imperial court has reached an alliance with His Highness the Crown Prince.

Three days later, the tenth year of Jiaxu Fengsheng, on September [-], the decree prohibiting smuggling of salt was promulgated throughout the country.

So far, the history of Zhiguo has turned a turbulent page.

The author has something to say: Actually, this is really an upgrade of fighting monsters. (laugh)

☆, shake the city ([-])

In November of the same year, in the Qianqing Palace——

Rong Shu kept pacing back and forth on the steps beside the dragon chair, sighing repeatedly.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and when he woke up in the morning, he didn't feel sleepy at all.All night, he just closed his eyes symbolically and took a nap for a while, so as to reassure his aunt who took care of him.

Two months ago, Rong Shu was confident of winning and proposed the "salt ban" that he thought was wise.

At that time, it was only thought that this was a good strategy to solve the financial deficit without any harm.He even ambitiously wanted to add this emergency decree to the calendar of Zhiguo and become a law passed down through the ages.

He forgot to consider the consequences of promulgating the decree.

In the first month, the folks praised this and were very active in implementing this decree.

But now?You go ask, which county magistrate, which county guard is not complaining and insulting the court: he doesn't care about people's livelihood, he doesn't care about people's feelings, he only cares about his own enjoyment, wine, wine and luminous cups, drinking happily.

In fact, which ordinary people would care about those dynasties changing and changing dynasties?

They only care about their own crops, whether this year's harvest is good or not, and whether it is enough to feed the whole family.

Don't rush everything.As long as the tax is not heavy, they are quite willing to be diligent ordinary farmers.

However, this ban by the imperial court deprived those private salt traders who made a living from it.

Most of them are also some poor people, relying on these marginal jobs to earn a little money.

Just ask the world, which ordinary person doesn't want to live a leisurely life where his wife and son are warming up on the kang, and drinking a pot of small wine in their spare time?

It's not such a greedy person, just thinking about getting enough money to maintain their normal livelihood.

This is the reason why in the 800-year history of Zhiguo, the kings of all dynasties were willing to increase taxes rather than ban private smugglers.

Even if raising taxes would arouse public outrage, they are reluctant to choose the smarter approach.

This is something that Rong Shu has never understood. Even when the first emperor issued a decree to increase taxes, he secretly mocked his father for being too dull and not flexible.

At that time, he was taught by the Queen's mother, but he never changed his stubborn thinking. Only today did he fully understand the late emperor's intentions.

But, now, it is too late.

In Zhaoyuan City and Handan City, official salt was unsalable, traders went on strike, and the government did not come forward to manage it.

Even in the second city, officials and people continued to stage uprisings under the banner of "officials force the people to rebel", and people continued to respond to the call.

Moreover, Zhaoyuan and Handan have already begun to encounter natural and man-made disasters. The drought is severe and there is no food harvest.

All of this seemed to be retaliation for the decree he had implemented, and it was a silent protest.

The civil uprising is getting stronger and stronger, and the court officials have been very busy and noisy because of this half month.

The civilian officials advocated a peaceful policy, and some of them even contributed their own funds to distribute relief food to Ercheng; while the military officials were a group of people who loved fighting, and advocated sending troops to build teams to suppress uprisings.

The peasants hadn't started fighting yet, and all the officials had already regarded the daily court meeting as a battlefield, and all of them were fierce and refusing to give an inch.

What's more, after the court meeting ended, he openly rolled up his sleeves, called out the names of the officials who had opposed his views and dissatisfied, and posted a war message: "You wait for me, and we will see you at the market at noon tomorrow."

The other party was not to be outdone, and immediately fought back: "Go and go, I am really afraid that you, a moron, will fail if you are an official."

Fortunately, only military officers can be so simple and rude, but at least after a fight is over and the winner is decided, they shake hands and make peace.

The civil servants were Rong Shu's biggest headache.

All the sour scholars, who seemed to be dumb, didn't know how to fight or anything, so they put all their efforts into suing.

Everyone is doing their best to give advice to political opponents, borrowing each other's bad deeds and weaknesses.

The drought has not been resolved, and there are more than a dozen officials who have been demoted.

All of them are big cancers of corruption and bribery, and forming cliques for self-interest, which makes Rong Shu very worried.

But every dismounted official is in a high position, and there is no time to fill in the vacancies, so they can only be left empty.

Rong Shu had no choice but to wait for the crisis to pass before finding a suitable candidate.

Everything is running away thinking of a bleak ending, which is very sad.

Rong Shu even began to secretly regret taking over the drudgery of the emperor.He was originally pushed to the throne by his mother, who knows how majestic the former emperor was, but when he started to do it himself, he realized that his father was so worried.

"Ascension to the court!" Lin Shengli's sharp voice interrupted Rong Shu's meditation.

He walked out of the small compartment in the apse, rubbed the space between his brows slightly, sat on the dragon chair, and stared majestically at the densely packed crowd below.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report!"

Li Rong walked out of the crowd. Recently, he often received urgent reports and petitions from Zhaoyuan City.

Words such as "drought", "relief food" and "request for help" kept appearing in letters.

Rong Shu: "Speak."

Li Xie: "In Zhaoyuan City, the people complained, droughts continued, crops were barren, and food was exhausted. I hope the imperial court will allocate food for support."

——September [-], Jiaxu Fengsheng Ten Years"

Li Rong took out scrolls from the sleeves of his wide official robe, and read softly and clearly.

Li Rong: "Government and businessmen colluded, rice prices were driven up, and poor people changed their sons to cook food, hoping for support from the imperial court.

——September [-]th, Jiaxu Fengsheng Ten Years"

"Government and business collusion, prices go up, no one can buy, sell children for food, marry daughters for gifts, children are useless, cook in the kitchen, I hope the court allocates food.

——October [-]th of the tenth year of Jiaxu Fengsheng"

"The gate of the city will be closed tomorrow, this is the last letter. Shameless city lord, forcing a good man into prostitution, fighting for money.

——October twenty-fifth day of the tenth year of Jiaxu Fengsheng"

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Every time I read a volume, the noisy voices around me became quieter.

The scroll in Li Rong's hand did not decrease much, but his body became heavier.

Li Rong had already tried to select the most crucial and most serious sentence to recite, but the more he read it, the more his heart sank.

He is a scholar from a poor background, and since he was a child, he has thought about studying hard for ten years and serving his family and country.

There have been many natural and man-made disasters in Li Rong's hometown, and droughts are also common.However, the suffering of the drought, he just thought that there could be no more suffering.

Today, he realized that the suffering in the world, such tragic incidents, will definitely be repeated, and it will intensify, and there will be no limit.

"Bastard!" Who knows who gave a light snort, arousing indignation.

"Dismissal, disaster relief, questioning!"

"That's right, dismissal, relief, and punishment!"

Rong Shu interrupted them, and said wearily: "Li Aiqing, don't read. Li Xie, distribute [-] dans of grain to Zhaoyuan City, and [-] tans of grain to Handan City, and do it immediately."

Li Rong: "Yes, I obey the order!"

He let out a long breath, and before he went down, he took out a pen and paper, and began to write documents and notebooks.

Li Rong couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling, the pen he was holding was shaking constantly, and he was crying.

Great, the people are saved.His Royal Highness's method really does not deceive him.

Rong Mo mixed in the crowd and couldn't help but smile.

Every step is going according to his plan, and this time he will definitely be able to make some major changes for the country.

Whether it is good or bad, as long as it can have a huge impact.

He wants to disrupt this generation, destroy all corrupt systems, and rebuild a good enough era for him.

I don't need to change my fate against the sky, I just need to fight the world again.

win or lose.

The author has something to say: This unit is really not Li Rong's personal chapter, it's a sugar-sprinkling chapter (really)

Also, when the two of them sprinkled candy, I was very timid, I don't know why.

☆, shake the city ([-])

Another two months later, in the Qianqing Palace——

Rong Shu looked at the memorials piled up on the wooden table with anxiety, and rubbed his hands tiredly.

Lin Shengli pushed open the door, brought a bowl of lotus seed and red date soup, put it in Rong Shu's hand, and said softly: "The emperor has worked too much these days and nights, in order to protect the dragon's body, let's take a rest first."

Rong Shu: "Thank you, father-in-law, I am interested."

Rong Shu forced a smile, took the spoon at the side, took a spoonful, and tasted it.

Lin Shengli smiled slyly, and then it was fleeting, nodded casually, and curled the corners of his lips.

Lin Shengli: "No need. The slave will leave."

Rong Shu was distracted again, forcing himself to focus on the document in front of him.

The documents in front of me were urgent documents delivered overnight from Zhaoyuan City and Handan City.

Every letter is about the drought, and they are also complaining about the private salt order and whitewashing the peace.

These documents are all complaints from the city lords and county officials, demanding that the implementation of the private salt order be stopped immediately.And tell the people in the court that nothing happened, and the relief food has already been distributed to every household.

In the past few months, Rong Shu's anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty rekindled and intensified.

This is not an issue that the imperial court doesn't care about at all, but after they care about it, the relief food has never been distributed to the suffering people.

Rong Shu originally thought that the disaster was so obvious that the government and rice merchants would not care about competing with the people for profit, and instead took money.

But I never thought that the human heart is greedy.A simple drought can cause such serious corruption.

Of the [-] dans of grain distributed by the imperial court, only a thousand tans went into the belly of the common people, and the remaining tens of thousands of tans went into the sleeves of the city lords and county officials.

Even if the exploitation continues layer by layer, even thousands of dan grains may be too much to say.

And those local officials, the parents' officials of the people, relied on "the sky is high and the emperor is far away", no one dared to punish him, so they came up with a price increase: it was two taels of rice, but they just carried it to 100 taels catty.

At the beginning, some people bought it, after all, they were so hungry that they couldn't stand it.

However, later they intensified their efforts and kept raising prices, so no one could afford them.

They are lucky, seeing that no one is willing to buy it, they would rather leave the grain at home to rot, rather than give these rice grains to the poor.

In this way, officials and businessmen have made a lot of money.

However, tens of thousands of people starved to death in the city.

They are so reckless, but the emperor, the imperial court's ineffective supervision has failed in their duties.

Fortunately, there are chivalrous and courageous people who risked their lives to sue the imperial court.

Regardless of the blockade of the city gate and the strict prohibition of traveling together, the journey lasted half a month, and they walked from Zhaoyuan City to Chang'an.

Along the way, half of his companions died of starvation, and they lived by the mountains, relying on charity from kind-hearted people along the way.

There are also people who have not gone halfway, can't hold on, and go back home.

In the end, only two or three people reached the city of Chang'an, but they couldn't see the emperor, so they had to make a living by begging first, and then look for opportunities.

To this day, Rong Shu went out of the city to worship the sky.

On the way back, the sedan chair he was riding in was stopped by several people, and he learned the news.

Those people were unkempt and dirty.

Lin Shengli frowned and wanted to drive them away, but was stopped by Rong Shu.

For so many years, Rong Shu has never encountered anyone suing for imperial court.

But have you never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?

In such a big battle, there must be a big grievance to say.

Moreover, Rong Shu's sedan chair was surprisingly low-key and luxurious, unlike ordinary people and ordinary officials.

Today, I went out to sacrifice to the sky again, and it was even more low-key. All I could recognize were extraordinary people, how could I drive them away?

With all kinds of thoughts, Rong Shu got out of the car and helped the leader get up.

A gleam of hope flashed in the man's eyes, but he avoided his hand and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't dirty your hands for the untouchables."

His grime-covered hands clutched a neat but tattered roll of paper.

After hearing his words, Rong Shu couldn't help feeling a little sad.

He stubbornly pulled him up, took the scroll in his hand, and read it word by word.

Rong Shu looked very slowly, not because he wanted to delay time, but because at least half of the ink stains on the paper had already been wet with sweat, making them a mess.

Rong Shu looked at it very carefully, but every time he read a paragraph, he was constantly shocked:

"Zou Gou, the lord of Zhaoyuan City, has a human face and a beast's heart. He drives up prices and pays a lot of money. In Zhaoyuan City, there is no one to buy. Several people died of starvation. Their corpses were left in the market, and no one collected their corpses. Ten miles away, the stench was overwhelming.

We, the victims of the disaster, had nothing to do, risked our lives to practice, broke through the blockade, and headed for Chang'an. "

The following is the oath they swore to sue the court, and the price they are willing to pay after they are found out to be false.

Rong Shu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and hastily put away the scroll.

He turned his head and ordered Lin Shengli to give them all the money in his hand.

The man was startled, and hastily kowtowed in thanks.

But Rong Shu couldn't listen to what they said, hurriedly got up and hurried back to the palace.

When Rong Shu distributed the relief food, he was complacent, thinking that the disaster would end like this.

But he forgot how those corrupt officials would let go of such a great opportunity to make money.

In this way, it is indeed his dereliction of duty that such a big disaster has happened.

As soon as he returned to the Qianqing Palace, Rong Shu began to review the memorials. Even the dinner given by the maid was ignored, but under the pressure of Su Miaoling, he reluctantly picked up a few mouthfuls.

For some reason, he has not wanted to eat for the past few days, but he still feels full of energy.

He didn't want to delve into it, thinking that it was the reason why he had become stronger recently.

After approving the memorial, he began to write the imperial edict.

Rong Shu was going to read the crude imperial certificate aloud at tomorrow's court meeting.

And, there is another thing, Rong Shu has seen Rong Mo's methods before, and he wants to start cultivating his heirs.

Rong Shu didn't want his prince to become a loser like Mo Xuan.

Rong Shu deliberately chose a lady from a scholarly family with a good family education to specialize in divination for the best time to let Rong Mo be born.

So, absolutely not be that kind of person, absolutely not.

The next morning—

Rong Shu looked around at His Highness's silent ministers, observing their reactions.

He purposely waited for half an hour, just so that all civil and military officials could enjoy the simple imperial certificate.

Rong Shu cleared his throat, and said: "I think all the lovers have read that note. I don't know, do you have something to say?"

Still no one speaks up, or everyone is waiting for the other to speak up to break the deadlock.

Rong Shu didn't care, and continued: "I never expected that there would be such a shameless person in the world, who would take advantage of the thousands of miles away from Chang'an, so disregarding the king's law. Dear friends, some people voluntarily set out, For me to get rid of this disaster?"

What Rong Shu called out was "All my lovers", but his eyes were fixed on Rong Mo.

Rong Mo straightened his black hat, but he was helpless, but he had no choice but to pretend to understand, walked out of the team, and said loudly: "I also ask my father to order my son to go. I will not disgrace my life alone."

Rong Shu: "Okay, let's go."

Rong Shu immediately beamed with joy, and ordered a few envoys for Rong Mo: "Wen Han, Jiang Qing, Wei Yan, you three, go down with the Crown Prince."

Rong Mo thought for a moment, shook his head, and refused: "You don't need to bother Suigu, the commander of the imperial army, to deal with these trivial matters. I beg my father to allow me to go on my own. Lord Yu Wen and Lord Wei will accompany you."

Rong Shu had no choice but to remain silent for a moment before slowly nodding.He has always had his own considerations, just let him go.

The author has something to say: Actually, His Royal Highness has a good candidate that he wants.

No need to guess who this person is.

☆, shake the city (four)

After Rong Mo came out of the Qianqing Palace, he ran towards the Seventh Prince's Mansion at a fast pace. Even after handing over the pass token to the gate guards, he forgot to take it back and ran towards the open city gate.

Rong Mo ran excitedly, it was already too late for him to tell Ziqing the news.

Rong Mo could already see the mahogany door of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, he could slow down his pace, walked forward lightly, and gently pushed open the door of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Rong Mo: "Ziqing, lonely..."

He called Mo Xuan excitedly, and couldn't wait to share the good news with them, his peach blossom eyes were shining brightly.

Mo Xuan half supported the stone table, while Lou Xun was holding a small bamboo fan and fanning it crazily beside the stove.

With a dark face, Lou Xun poured the decoction from the medicine gu into the porcelain bowl beside him. He acted roughly, but he never spilled the decoction, and pushed it all the way in front of Mo Xuan.

Surprised, Rong Mo quickly walked up to Mo Xuan and held his hand.

Mo Xuan was startled, rubbing his temples, thinking about how to explain the countermeasures to him.

Rong Mo took a deep breath, not intending to ask him the reason, took the teaspoon next to the porcelain bowl, tasted it, then frowned.

Rong Mo: "Where did you put the sugar?"

Lou Xun was taken aback, and repeated: "Candy?"

Rong Mo let out a "hmm" and asked again very patiently; "Where did you put the sugar?"

Lou Xun subconsciously pointed in the direction of the kitchen, Rong Mo glanced at it, and walked towards the direction he pointed.

Rong Mo rummaged in the kitchen for a long time, and finally found a bag of white sugar from the corner of the cabinet.

He sighed, picking and picking, but to no avail.

Rong Mo had no choice but to take out the white sugar on the counter with a look of disgust.

Rong Mo put the white sugar in his hand on the stone table, and rushed out from the door.

Lou Xun stared blankly at his back the whole time, and the moment Rong Mo stepped out of the door with one foot, he remembered to ask: "Your Highness, what are you going to do?"

Rong Mo didn't stop, but turned his head, glanced at him, and replied angrily, "What are you doing? Buying candy."

"I'm really going to buy candy..."

After a while, Lou Xun watched Rong Mo drop a bag of rock sugar on the stone table, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Qiuliang sat on a stone bench beside him, watching the show with his chin half-supported in his hands, lazily biting his breakfast, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he had just brought in from Lou Xun.

She stretched her waist, glanced at the sunny weather, and couldn't help squinting her eyes comfortably.

Mo Qiuliang and Fu Yu's wedding is approaching, and they will be getting married in June next year.

Ever since Fu Yu returned to Que Country, they had only been able to communicate with each other through letters, and they got along very well with each other.Mo Qiuliang knows that this is not yet love, but as long as both parties agree that it is worth spending the rest of their lives with each other.

that's enough.

Mo Qiuliang originally thought that he would never have a harmonious and stable relationship with others in his life, but he unexpectedly met his fate.

Now I don't care about the night fireflies at all - although it is indeed useless. ——I can only see Fu Yu once more, and she will know her last thoughts.

Rong Mo unwrapped the cotton thread wrapped around the rock candy package, his expression was very impatient, but his movements were extraordinarily careful.

Rong Mo took out half of the rock candy from the cloth bag and placed it on a porcelain plate beside him.

Rong Mo handed the porcelain bowl containing the decoction on the stone table to Mo Xuan, and Mo Xuan reached out to take it, with that smile on his lips all the time, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

He took a small sip, and the small porcelain bowl soon bottomed out.

Mo Xuan couldn't help frowning, coughing uncomfortably.

Rong Mo patted Mo Xuan's shoulder lightly, he reached out and took a piece of rock candy, frowning.

Rong Mo shouted, "Open your mouth."

The tone of voice is not very gentle, even a bit angry, but the voice is very gentle, you can even hear the rare gentleness, it makes people feel soft.

Mo Xuan obediently opened his mouth halfway, with the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly, rolled over the sugar in Rong Mo's hand, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

He bites very slowly, and Rong Mo is also extremely patient, after he swallows a piece of rock candy, he picks up another piece and feeds it to him.

It wasn't until the bag of rock candy was half empty that Rong Mo cleared the bag of rock candy and handed it to Lou Xun.

Rong Mo: "Keep the sugar away, and give him half of the medicine every time you drink it."

Rong Mo instructed Lou Xun carefully, and at the end, he still didn't forget to add a sentence: "If Gu is not here, don't feed him. Remember?"

Lou Xun nodded, indicating that he understood.

Lou Xun stood up and ran towards the kitchen.

He stuffed the bag of rock sugar in his hand into the far corner of the kitchen, muttering: "It must be put away, there are two masters who are addicted to sugar at home, if you find these, the bag of rock sugar from His Royal Highness It can't last three days."

After a while, Lou Xun stood up again, closed the cabinet door, hummed a little tune, and walked out the door.

Mo Qiuliang also sneaked in and bumped into him.

Lou Xun: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Mo Qiuliang hastily put his finger on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Shh, keep your voice down, I didn't see the two of you outside the door were in the Shura field! Brother Huang will definitely quarrel with your Highness this time, Your Highness That’s how possessive it feels.”

Lou Xun let out an inexplicable "Ah", glanced outside the door, then quickly shrank back, and quietly stayed in the kitchen with Mo Qiuliang, looking out.

Rong Mo glanced back sharply, Lou Xun was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head, and couldn't help but glance over there.

Garden of Seven Princes——

The garden of the Seventh Prince's Mansion has always been full of flowers all over the mountains and plains. The flowers grow extremely loosely, but they are also very romantic.

At this time, it is already December, late autumn has entered winter, the autumn flowers have all died, and the winter plum blossoms have not had time to disperse in the future.

The petals in the courtyard were scattered all over the ground, lifeless, and it was a scene of ruin.

Rong Mo sat opposite Mo Xuan, with his cheeks half rested, his head tilted, and he just stared at Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan tilted his head, barefoot, stepping on the dead flowers with one foot.

Rong Mo: "Are you sick? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

His voice was flat, mixed with some youthful vigor.

Mo Xuan shook his head, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a cold."

His voice is gentle and soft, but it is very firm, already repelling others thousands of miles away.

Rong Mo raised his eyebrows suspiciously, folded his arms around his chest, and said, "Okay, Gu Xin