Hard to be a good wife

"Master Prime Minister, you are leaving in such a hurry, where do you want to go?" Outside the imperial study, the old county king stopped the prime minister with a smile on his face.

"It's the prince of the county. I have something important to report to the king. Did you just come out of the imperial study?"

The old county king nodded, then rolled his eyes, stroked his beard and said, "If it's not an urgent matter, the prime minister should play it again tomorrow morning, the king is not free at this time."

"It's really urgent, I don't know what the king is busy with?"

A strange expression flashed across the old county king's face, and he replied ambiguously: "It's not a bad thing after all."

The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, but he still sent people to report. He muttered to himself: This old county king usually takes the king's favor and doesn't treat him so well. What's the matter today?

But when he went in and saw what the King of Nanjin was doing, he roughly understood it.

"Qu Aiqing, what made you rush into the palace at this time?"

The prime minister's eyelids twitched, he knelt down to salute, bowed his head and said, "Return to Your Majesty, there is new evidence for the ink corruption case settled the day before yesterday. This matter is very involved, and I dare not make decisions without authorization."

The King of Southern Jin sat upright from the dragon chair. His clothes were disheveled, his face was flushed, and his eyes were piercing. He seemed to be ten years younger.

"Oh? Could it be that a case of ink corruption has to involve all the officials of the imperial court?"

The prime minister heard the dissatisfaction and anger in his tone, lowered his head and said, "It's not true, it's just that I just got the news that the snow disaster that broke out in Huai'an area before, the number of casualties reported by the local county guard was wrong, and the number of dead was not just in the hundreds. It's thousands!"

"Kangdang!" The King of Nanjin smashed an incense burner and stared at him incredulously, "Thousands? Is this true?"

The prime minister hurriedly took out a memorial from his pocket and handed it over, "Here is the evidence, please have a look at it, Your Majesty."

The King of the Southern Jin Dynasty read it at a glance, all of which were the facts of the letters written by the people in Huai'an area. There were many witnesses, but it was just that someone blocked them before and couldn't go to Datian to listen.

The king of Nanjin gritted his teeth and read the memorial, and dropped the memorial with a "snap", "It seems that the widow is still too kind, just beheading these moths is not enough, and ordered that the family members of the officials involved be arrested and brought to justice , Zhulian Ten Clans!"

The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth were pursed. After all, he didn't dare to say anything to refute, so he lowered his head and answered, "No."

"Who exposed this matter? A reward of one hundred taels of gold and ten bolts of silk and satin is rewarded."

"It was a county magistrate from Huai'an who escaped the surveillance of the county guard, fled all the way to Yecheng, and handed over the evidence to his subordinates overnight."

The King of Nanjin was silent for a moment after listening, then nodded to indicate that he understood.

The Prime Minister saw that the blush had receded from his face just now, and he seemed a little out of spirits. He swallowed what he wanted to ask, and took the initiative to leave.

After leaving the palace, he finished his business first, and then sent someone to invite Prince Zhao, saying that he had something important to discuss.

"Wait, let Your Highness be careful, don't be seen by others." To be the prime minister of a country and take charge of government affairs, the prime minister is certainly not stupid, and his speculation on the holy will is quite accurate.

What happened today, he always felt a little weird, and he couldn't explain why, but he definitely went for Prince Zhao.

Prince Zhao arrived in the evening, and entered the prime minister's mansion through the side door regardless of etiquette.

The Prime Minister quickly apologized, "Your Highness has been wronged."

Prince Zhao sat on the throne, took off the hat on his head, and let him directly report to Yang, "It's okay, my father forbids the prince to have too much contact with ministers, so it's always right to be careful."

"Yes." The Prime Minister recounted what he found out today, with a worried expression on his face, "I am also concerned about the king's dragon body. The words of the county prince are inexplicable, which is really suspicious."

Prince Zhao lowered his head and knocked on the table, sliding his fingers on the table subconsciously, "You mean... when I first entered, my father was excited and his face was flushed, but after half a quarter of an hour, he returned to normal, and his face even turned red. It's getting uglier?"

"Yes, I thought that the king was angry when he heard such bad news, but it's not like I haven't seen the king's angry appearance, which is different from today's."

Prince Zhao glanced at him, "Since this is the case, Gu will send someone to investigate the matter. It is always right to attack the old county king."

The Prime Minister was relieved to see that he believed his own words. To be honest, although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very good and will undoubtedly become a Ming Lord in the future, he will definitely re-promote the officials he trusts. Will reuse him again.

When people come to this point, it would be a lie to say that they don't miss power, and the Prime Minister is also thinking of himself partly.

Not to mention what he was thinking, when Prince Zhao returned to the Prince's mansion, he saw Tang Yue was waiting for him to eat, and there were only two large plates and a large bowl on the table, covered with a bowl, I don't know what it was.

"Why don't you eat first? Gu said that there is no need to wait." Prince Zhao leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Ever since the two had skin-to-skin contact, these ordinary physical contacts have gradually increased.

Tang Yue pushed his face away, "Before the caravan brought me flour, I hadn't finished eating it yet, so I made some food, and it was just ready."

That day he made a full two hundred dumplings, and he was robbed of all the time for a meal. Prince Zhao couldn't get enough of it until his stomach burst.

"Dumplings?" Prince Zhao still remembers the taste. The meat filling is delicious, mixed with shiitake mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots is not greasy, and the skin is thin and chewy. It is really fresh in my memory.

"Of course not. It's only been a few days. Of course we have to do something new."

"What delicious food did you make?" Prince Zhao had [-]% confidence in Tang Yue's cooking skills, and couldn't wait to lift the lid.

Tang Yue was not in a hurry, and urged him to change his clothes, and only after he changed his clothes and washed his face and hands did he reveal the mystery.

I saw a tower of pancakes on one of the big plates, and on the other plate were two rice ball-like things, but they were cut in the middle, as if meat was caught, and the last big bowl was filled with delicious rice balls. bisque.

What Tang Yue made today were egg-filled pancakes, meat buns, and milky crucian carp soup.

This kind of food is actually rough, and it can be seen everywhere in modern times. It is difficult to be served on the tables of nobles, but fortunately, Prince Zhao has never eaten pasta, and this kind of food is still in the fresh stage, so he doesn't mind the appearance. With rough food.

Moreover, these few foods were really delicious, Tang Yue only ate a piece of cake and a piece of Roujiamo, and the rest went into Prince Zhao's stomach.

Seeing him belching his stomach, Tang Yue hurriedly handed over a cup of tea, and said with a smile on his face, "If you continue to eat like this, I'm really afraid that you will become a big fat man."

"Wouldn't that be better? It proves that the Crown Princess is extremely capable and takes care of her orphans well."

After the meal, the two of them took a walk in the yard to digest food as usual. Just after walking around, they heard the sound of a bird spreading its wings, and then saw a white pigeon landed on the grass not far away.

It was Tang Yue's first time to see the flying pigeons of this era, and watched curiously as Prince Zhao stepped forward to take off the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's legs.

He asked curiously: "Is this really safe?" If the pigeons were shot and eaten halfway, wouldn't the letter be lost?

In this era of lack of food, it is probably not uncommon to kill a few birds for tooth sacrifice.

However, he also knows that the messenger tools in this era are very simple, and there is not even a post station with a complete network. If you want to send messages quickly, you can only rely on this.

Prince Zhao handed the pigeons to Ke who was on the side, and explained: "The pigeons in the Prince's Mansion are all bred by strangers. They have enough stamina and good memory. It doesn't matter if this happens, as long as it is important news. , usually send out three copies of Flying Pigeon Letters, taking different routes, I think it won’t be so unlucky, right?”

Tang Yue thought about it too, and urged him to find out what the news was, whether it was good or bad.

"This carrier pigeon was left alone at the border, and now it's coming. I don't know if there is another disaster on the border." Prince Zhao sighed, opened the bamboo tube, and pulled out a strip of cloth from inside.

Tang Yue also became nervous. He still remembered that Prince Zhao said that he would go to war after the next year. He also wanted to go, but now that his status has changed, he doesn't know if he can follow.

After Prince Zhao read the contents of the letter, a comfortable microbrush appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Is it good news?" Tang Yue also laughed, thinking: Could it be that the soldiers who stayed at the border have already won the battle?

Prince Zhao nodded, "It's good news. It was too cold last year, and even the Southern Jin Dynasty suffered from disasters. The North Vietnam was even more victorious. Due to the large number of casualties, the treasury was allocated money and most of it was filled into private pockets. As a result, the people suffered heavy casualties. The battle has begun."

Tang Yue secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This is really great news. Without the war, Prince Zhao would not have to leave Yecheng, and the people on the border would also have a good chance to recuperate.