Mind Reading: Help! Princess, your father is too difficult to seduce

But everyone seemed to remember that this was in the main hall, and no one even dared to take action, even the vulgar warriors.

The scolding seemed to last for a long time.

Jiang Fu was so scolded that she felt stupid, and then the man sitting firmly on the dragon throne said, "Okay, okay, my dears, please stop arguing."

"My dear friends..." The emperor on the dragon throne increased his voice, accompanied by "Ahem," twice.

The main hall of the vegetable market gradually became silent.

Some generals were still angry and spitting at the other side.

The emperor waited for everyone to calm down before he said, "I have listened to what you all said, and I also feel that I need to teach the Mongolian tribe over there some lessons."

"We can't let them think that we have no one left in the Wei Dynasty."

"Ahem," the emperor might really be in poor health. After saying a few words loudly, he couldn't help but "cough."

"It's just in time to let them see the artifact made by Jiang Aiqing."

"Let them see the power of the Wei Dynasty, and then they can crawl at the feet of the Wei Dynasty and become a vassal state willingly."

To put it bluntly, even the emperor wants to fight.

For those things he created for Jiang Fu, he even risked his own shame to make a woman named Jiang Fu a third-grade official. He must verify its effect!

Therefore, Bian Meng's provocation this time was simply a pillow for someone who was sleepy.

The emperor said he was beaten, what else could anyone else say.

The peace faction remained silent, while the war faction immediately flattered the emperor and said he was wise.

If you want to fight a war, you naturally need to send a commander to lead the army.

In the past, Zhao Yuan led his men to guard the border area, but now it was best for him.

So after going to court, the emperor kept Zhao Yuan.

Jiang Fu walked out of the palace gate alone.

She had an upright posture, held her head high, wore an official uniform and an official hat, and walked among the officials. Apart from being shorter than the others, there was nothing else about her.

This time, those old-fashioned people who had previously disliked Jiang Fu being promoted to an official position as a woman suddenly felt that there was no difference between a woman being an official and their men being an official.

Except that she is a woman, there is not much difference when she wears official uniforms and official hats.

When she walked among a group of men, there was no difference. There was nothing that could not be noticed, as if...it seemed like it was the way it should be.

As soon as this idea appeared, those old-fashioned people immediately shook their heads, feeling that their brains were broken.

Women should stay in the house, how can they run around outside like men and plead for the people? Isn't this an act of indiscretion?

Jiang Fu didn't know what those people were thinking. After she left the palace, she still went to the Firearms Camp and the Iron Building Camp.

Then she went to find someone to build the device she wanted, which she used to extract the alcohol.

After all this busy work, it was already noon when we got home.

Zhao Lin was staying in Mrs. Chen's courtyard. Jiang Fu was so hungry that she couldn't care about her son. She ate a lot and waited for the food to disappear before she fell on the bed.

So sleepy.

After he woke up, his son was brought to him.

Zhao Lin, who is almost nine months old, is fat but still has strength.

He is a little spoiler who thinks about everything and moves around.

It was rare for Jiang Fu to take him with her for half a day, so she felt that it was not easy for her mother-in-law. "Your grandmother needs help when she goes out every day. How can she withstand your troubles every day?" Jiang Fu asked, gently poking her son's head.

Zhao Lin, who was less than one year old, didn't know what his mother meant by this.

All he knew was that when his mother touched him, he immediately opened his hands and said, "Bang...bang, bang..."

He thought his mother wanted to hug him.

Jiang Fu "..."

Looking at the son who weighed over thirty pounds and was tall and strong, like a kindergarten kid, Jiang Fu reluctantly opened her arms and said, "Mother, give me a hug!"

"Boo," Zhao Lin threw himself into his mother's arms, leaving a big saliva mark on his mother's face.

Jiang Fu first wiped her face in disgust, and then she threw herself on her son's face, making him drool all over his face.

The mother and son sat on the fur mat and played wildly until the Duke was released from office.

The father-in-law heard the crazy noise of mother and son while standing on the porch.

Listening to the laughter of the mother and son, the fatigue on the Duke's face disappeared at this moment.

He raised his feet and stepped over the threshold, stepping into the inner room.

The two people rolling together raised their heads together. Jiang Fu's eyes were bright, "You are back from the office!"

The little Zhao Lin can now vaguely shout "Niao," "Jie," and "Pig..." In fact, it is his grandmother, who can only shout one word, but it is not clear, so it became "Pig," As for dad, he can’t call him yet.

But without delay, he knew that this was his father, so he would open his hands, reveal his two small front teeth, grin and shout "Bang...Bang..."

The Duke of Guo raised his feet and helped his wife up first, then bent down to hug his son.

By the way, I asked my wife, "Are you tired?"

Jiang Fu, with her messy hair on her head, shook her head happily, "I'm not tired. I played with Brother Lin for a long time."

"What about you, are you tired today?"

Zhao Yuan also shook his head, "The Emperor stayed with us today to discuss the march."

"When will we leave?"

"Grain and grass, gather personnel, and weapons, it will be about ten days at the earliest and half a month at the latest." There will be five days in the middle of the roundabout time.

"It's almost the end of the month," Jiang Fu couldn't help but mutter.

Next month will be the eleventh month of the lunar calendar. The entire journey from the capital to the frontier fortress will take more than half a month, not to mention the start of a war...

"Then you can't come back for the New Year," Jiang Fu thought of this problem belatedly.

"Well," Zhao Yuan raised his hand and touched her head to comfort her.

If you can't come back, and the war continues, it can take as short as a year and a half (a year and a half are just small fights), and it will take three to five years for the war to last for a long time.

This is why there are many Zhuhe factions, and there are actually many military generals among them.

I have been away from home for at least three to five years, and my children have grown up even when I can't see them. As for my wife, I only miss him for a long time.

In fact, he didn't want to fight.

But there are times when we have to fight.

But this time he brought a new weapon developed by his wife, a new weapon that no one else had. Zhao Yuan hoped that he would be able to return from the frontier with victory in a year and a half at most.

The army has not yet set off from the capital, but the fifth prince has already returned to the court from the Yangtze River basin with disaster relief personnel.

The victims were resettled and the disaster areas were rebuilt.

I heard that out of the disaster relief silver taels issued by the imperial court, there were still hundreds of thousands of taels left.

There is not enough, but there are hundreds of thousands of taels left. Why doesn't this make the emperor happy?

The remaining silver of the fifth prince is enough to prove how greedy those officials are.

The emperor was happy and gave many rewards to the fifth prince.

And he praised the fifth prince in various ways.

He also asked the fifth prince if he wanted anything in front of all the officials.

The fifth prince leaned over and said, "It is my blessing to be able to do things for my father. It's too late for me to be grateful and I dare not ask for anything else. It's okay for my father not to dislike my son for not doing things well."