After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The young emperor's face was as gloomy as water, and his hands holding the newspaper trembled uncontrollably.

The oath taken in Mingdao Palace and last night's fantasies were like slaps in the face.

"Good! Very good!"

The young emperor gritted his teeth, squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, then turned away, not caring at all about the eldest son Song Yian who fell to the ground and cried loudly in pain because of his action.

The queen hugged her son distressedly and looked at the back of the young emperor who left angrily: "Qiutong, I am not feeling well. From today on, the palace will be closed and no outsiders will be allowed to see me."

"As ordered!"

The young emperor strode back to his study, closed the door, dismissed everyone, sat alone in a chair, lowered his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, there was a loud crash.

The young emperor swept everything on the desk to the floor.

Especially the copy of "Yunzhou Weekly", which was completely scattered.

The young emperor was still not satisfied, so he stepped heavily on the words "Great Victory" and then tore the newspaper into pieces.

The young emperor was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and he murmured to himself: "I am the ruler of the world! It was me who gave you the opportunity to serve in the government, and it was me who gave you the power. How dare you slap me in the face like this?!"

Outside the study, the eunuchs and palace maids shrank their necks, not daring to breathe. Each of them was like a wooden stake, wishing that their mothers had not given them a pair of eyes and two ears!

No matter how reluctant the young emperor was, the news of the great victory in Yunzhou spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty through the "Yunzhou Weekly".

The people of Kyoto who were watching the fun were speechless when they saw the words "Great Victory" on the Yunzhou Weekly.

How to react to this?

Yesterday he was still scolding Gu Nanxi for not doing anything and said that he was going to force the emperor to lead the army in person.

Today, news came from Yunzhou that all the tribes on the grassland had long been wiped out in the midst of Gu Nanxi's chatting and laughing.

Is this a compliment or not?

In Fuquan Teahouse, tea drinkers drank tea silently and exchanged glances with each other.

The lobby was quiet, and even the windows of the private rooms on the second floor were closed.

Xiaoman, who had just returned from studying at the Yongchang Marquis's Mansion, looked at everyone curiously, then looked up and asked the owner of the Fuquan Teahouse, "Dad, the general has swept across the seven tribes of the grassland, and the boundary marker has moved 500 miles north. Isn't this a great thing? Yesterday, someone was crying in the teahouse, saying that his family had to go north with the army. Now that the emperor doesn't have to lead the army himself, why is he still unhappy?"

The owner of Fuquan Teahouse coughed twice and said, "Perhaps, they are sad because they missed the opportunity to make great achievements."

Xiaoman shook his head like an adult and said helplessly: "Master said that if you want to achieve success and fame, you have to work hard. Military officers who want to achieve success must fight on the battlefield and not fear life and death. Civil officials who want to leave their names in history and hold high positions in the cabinet must study hard and serve the country and the people. How can there be such a good thing as a pie in the sky without doing anything?"

The familiar tea drinker smiled and said, "Xiao Man, what you said is really good! It seems that you have learned a lot from following Song Da Lang."

Xiaoman puffed out her chest proudly: "My master is the best!"

"Children don't like to be praised. Stop praising them." The owner of Fuquan Teahouse sent Xiaoman away and asked her to go back to the private room upstairs to do her homework.

After Xiaoman went upstairs, Fuquan Teahouse returned to its deathly silence.

If you listen to gossip in Kyoto for a long time, you will more or less have a sense of politics.

General Gu Xixing did a really great job.

The results of the battle were brilliant, but the slap in the face was also great.

I think the young emperor must be feeling very uncomfortable at this moment, and he would probably make another note of it against Gu Nanxi.

"Do you think it was really those tribes on the grassland who started the trouble first?" Someone suddenly asked in a low voice in the silence.

After a long moment, someone quietly answered.

"In the middle of winter, they are not allowed to sell salt. In addition, 90% of the trade routes to the north and west pass through Yunzhou. If Yunzhou makes things difficult for these caravans, they will no longer go to the grassland. Last year, Yunzhou and the grassland had frequent trade. They probably didn't prepare much supplies this year, and they relied entirely on trade routes for replenishment."

"Under such circumstances, given the character of the grassland people, they will definitely seek revenge on Yunzhou!"

Some tea drinkers questioned: "How do you know so much?"

"Because our family used to be a businessman!"

In a corner in the northwest corner of the hall, a Confucian scholar who looked like a student said softly: "So, all of this is under the control of the general. She deliberately forced the grassland tribe to provoke her, and then she would take action. Everyone think again, why did she do this?"

Just attack the grassland tribe, just attack them!

General Gu Nanxi is the governor of Yunzhou and is in charge of border defense. As long as it is not a large-scale war, he can fight a small battle whenever he wants. Why is it necessary to have a legitimate reason?

This is very intriguing.

The tea drinkers in the lobby looked at each other, and they all had the answer to this question in their hearts.

This is what the general did to shut up all the officials in the court and the current emperor!

The general is saying that it was not us in Yunzhou who started the trouble, they were the ones who started it first, and we were just fighting back in self-defense.

"Alas." A sigh came from somewhere, expressing infinite sorrow.

The situation was clearly very good, but the entire Kyoto seemed to be held down by a slap, like a powder keg filled with explosives, which could explode with just a spark.

Everyone was waiting to see how the man on the throne would react.

At the Yongchang Marquis Mansion, Cui Sanlun and Su Xuanming warmed a pot of wine and played chess while drinking.

"I have not attended the morning court for four days." Cui Sanlun raised the corners of his mouth, not disguising his sarcasm at all.

Su Xuanming was doing three things at once: with his right hand he was discussing the next game with Cui San, in his left hand he was holding a book, and there was a glass of wine next to the chessboard.

"Your Majesty is too embarrassed to face anyone."

Cui Sanlun placed a random bet, picked up his wine glass, and stared blankly out the window.

The Spring Festival has passed, but no bank has opened in Kyoto for a long time. Spring is still bleak.

Cui Sanlun took a sip of wine, as if he was evaluating the current emperor, and also as if he was teaching Su Xuanming.

"It has been delayed for too long. If he had given the reward without hesitation on the day he received the news or the next day, the matter would have been over. The longer he delays, the more people will see that he is wavering and has no tolerance for others! Even if he shows favors later, it will be greatly discounted."

Cui Sanlun turned around and looked at the chessboard: "Your mother is the easiest person to handle. With sincerity and trust, she will be the highest wall and the sharpest knife of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Su Xuanming suddenly raised his head and looked at Cui Sanlun in disbelief.

Cui Sanlun seemed not to notice Su Xuanming's surprise and continued, "The biggest mistake made in the world today is not knowing yourself well."