Father is on top, I was wrong

The next day, the early winter sun tore through the gloomy clouds, dispelled the early winter cold, and sprinkled warmth in the backyard.

The prime minister's mansion was short of staff, Wen Bo stood in the yard with his half-hunched back, shouting loudly and directing a few servants to move Wen Wujue's quilt out to bask in the sun, to get rid of the cold.

When the servants moved a little slower, he gave him a good pause.

Wen Wujue leaned lazily on the porch to bask in the sun, perhaps because of the warmer weather, he already felt much more comfortable when he woke up this morning.

Feeling drowsy after reading the book for a while, he stopped reading at all, put the book on top of his head, and watched Lu Jia practicing sword in the courtyard without blinking.

Lu Jia is Wen Wujue's secret guard, usually taciturn, but his martial arts skills are amazing.

In the book, he also died at the foot of Beiman Mountain with Wen Wujue at the end of the book. It is really a pity that the 15-year-old boy is unparalleled in spirit and courage.

After sitting for a while, Wen Bo hurriedly turned around from the corridor, "Prime Minister, Mr. Tang, please see me."

Tang Yu, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, must have come to ask about southern Xinjiang.

Wen Wujue nodded, "Let him in."

While speaking, Lu Jia took away his sword at some point, and walked over, sweating profusely, with the corners of his mouth pursed.

Wen Wujue handed him a cup of tea and motioned him to rest.

But Lu Jia didn't answer, just stood beside him, wanting to say something.

Wen Bo slapped him on the forehead, "Where is the brat looking for cigarettes? The blessings you have cultivated in a few lifetimes can make the prime minister hand you tea, and you still don't want to drink it?"

Wen Bo is a middle-aged man in his 50s. He is the housekeeper who took care of Wen Wujue when he grew up. Although his back is dazzled, he is full of momentum. Few in the prime minister's mansion dare to confront him. He has to be respectful.

Lu Jia lowered his eyes, and then took it, but didn't drink it either.

Wen Wujue raised his head and asked him, "What do you want to say?"

Lu Jia raised her head in surprise, looked at him for a while, opened her mouth, and finally stood aside without saying anything.

"Hey kid, you're getting more and more unruly."

Wen Bo cursed, but he also knew in his heart that this kid loved the prime minister, and he didn't want him to worry about state affairs when he was in good health, and he brought up everyone, don't you know what he thinks?

But he has always believed that children should not interfere with adults' affairs.

Wen Wujue waved his hand, "Uncle Wen, don't talk about him, go and invite Mr. Tang in."

Only then did Wen Bo slap his forehead, remembering that there were guests outside, he turned around and went out towards the round arch door, his pace was faster than many young servants.

Tang Yu had indeed come to Wen Wujue to discuss the matter of southern Xinjiang, his court clothes were wrinkled, his eyes were black and blue, and he must have stayed up all night.

"Prime Minister, this matter can't be delayed any longer. The Marquis of Anping has submitted three papers in a row. He is extremely urgent. These days, the Prime Minister has been sick and has not gone to court, and the Emperor is ignoring him. Several ministers are arguing, and it has been a few days without making any noise. If there is a result, the Prime Minister has to come up with an idea as soon as possible."

Wen Wujue handed him a cup of tea slowly, and Wen Yan comforted him: "Master Tang, don't worry, tell me what's going on first?"

"The Marquis of Anping said that half a month ago, those thieves from the south came to harass again. Wherever they went, they plundered the people's food, murdered and set fire to them, and committed all kinds of crimes. This time, several groups of troops came from different directions. The Marquis of Anping worried that it was the south. The alliance of those small countries is afraid that they will use large-scale troops, and they are probably testing it now, so I have written to ask the imperial court to support troops and food as soon as possible."

Wen Wujue listened to him quietly, and then asked a question.

"The Buci tribe in the south suffered from floods this spring, and the autumn harvest must not be much, and the military supplies are insufficient. Why does Master Tang think they dare to attack?"

With just one sentence, Tang Yu was stopped.

After a while, he finally distinguished: "Maybe they want to attack the city and seize food?"

Wen Wujue looked at him firmly, "Master Tang also came here with the late emperor, do you think this possibility is great? If they can quickly capture the city in one fell swoop, they can certainly get food, but the city defense of our Daliang Not to mention that it is impenetrable, and there is a high probability that it will not be destroyed in one blow, so will they risk the danger of running out of military rations and gamble on the possibility of winning with a few ten-thousandths?"

Tang Yu was originally red-eyed by the urgent notes, like an ant on a hot pot, losing the ability to think.

Now that Wen Wujue mentioned it, he calmed down and thought about it, and found that something was really wrong.

The enemy in the south is a long-standing rotten sore of the Central Plains regime. It cannot be plucked out and it will continue to be cut. In the absence of civil strife in Daliang, it is extremely unlikely that they will attack the border cities in one fell swoop.

So, what is the purpose of their massive onslaught this time?

food!

They didn't have much autumn harvest, and the purpose of the feint attack was to seize food and survive this winter.

Looking at his expression, Wen Wujue knew that he understood, and said with a smile, "Master Tang, are you still in a hurry?"

Tang Yu breathed out, and his whole body relaxed, and he sighed sincerely: "The prime minister is wise, and I admire you."

Only then did he notice that Wen Wujue's face was so pale that it was almost bloodless. It was clearly the beginning of winter, but he was wrapped in a fox fur cloak. The winter sun fell on his face, making him as warm as jade.

Suddenly recalling how he vomited blood when the emperor was so angry in the hall a few days ago, he hurriedly asked, "Prime Minister, how is your health?"

"It's okay, it's just an old illness." Wen Wujue said lightly.

Tang Yu saw that he didn't mind, and couldn't think of words to comfort him for a while.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is the emperor's fault, but the king is innocent, and the courtiers cannot blame him.

At any rate, the emperor still called Wen Wujue Xiangfu, although it was just an honorific title, but this way of not giving Xiangfu face and wanton abuse, also chilled the hearts of other courtiers.

Tang Yu could only say dryly: "The emperor is young and ignorant, and the prime minister can only take more care of him."

Wen Wujue didn't expect him to bring up this topic, so he paused for a moment, then hooked the corners of his mouth, his voice was cool.

"19 years old is not too young."

According to modern people's point of view, they are all adults and should be responsible for their actions.

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say for a moment. It seemed that he was wrong about the prime minister, and he was wrong about the emperor. In the end, he had no choice but to drink tea.

Maha said: "The tea in the prime minister's mansion is really good."

Wen Wujue slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, poured him another glass with a light smile, "Then Master Tang, drink more."

After a while, Tang Yu got up to leave, and Wen Wujue told him to press down the book and ignore it for now.

After Tang Yu left, the backyard returned to tranquility.

Wen Wujue was a little tired, and narrowed his eyes slightly thinking.

Anpinghou doesn't make many appearances in the book, and he didn't enter the main line of the plot until the finale, and was more of a foil.

As for his ability, there is a lack of reference battle examples.

At that time, Wen Wujue just browsed the book, and didn't pay much attention to the inconspicuous little characters.

But judging from the three booklets in a row this time, this person is either incompetent and wrong in judgment; or he did it on purpose with ulterior motives.

What other intentions could a great official in the frontier have?

After pondering for a long time, Wen Wujue still couldn't figure it out, and finally couldn't resist the drowsiness that gradually struck, so he simply fell asleep leaning his head on the porch pillar.

The prime minister's mansion is located in Changpingfang, Bianjing, only three streets away from the imperial city, at the foot of the real emperor.

Looking east from the corridor of the backyard, you can see the shining golden glazed tiles on the top of the imperial city, which complement each other with the red walls and Zhulou. fundus.

At this moment, a sinister gaze from the top of the turret was staring at the white figure in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as if a hole was about to be melted, and it would not move for a moment.

Li Ling half-bent, followed behind the man, his face full of complacency.

"Your majesty, my servant is right. Judging by his frail appearance, he must be terminally ill and will die soon. When he throws his hands away one day, the emperor will have the final say on the affairs of the court, and there will be no one." I don’t speak human words when I’m by your side every day.”

The tall and straight figure in Xuanyi turned around and glanced at him coldly, "I think he is still strong."

"This..." Li Ling's smile paused, and he hurriedly tried to make amends for himself, "How can this be, my servant sees that he can only lean against the pillars now, and looks like he is half dead. Can he survive this winter? Two words."

Xiao Gui snorted coldly, and walked downstairs on his own.

"He was sleeping."

"Ah?" Li Ling followed and looked back twice, in disbelief: "Your Majesty, can you see this?"

Xiao Gui went down from the turret, raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, felt a little hot at this moment, and stretched out his hand to untie the knot on his neck.

Li Ling saw it at a glance, and hurried forward to help him take off the thin cloak outside.

The early winter was chilly, but Xiao Gui only wore a thin black straight-fronted gown, and he was not afraid of the cold.

He suddenly remembered the figure in white fox fur just now, his whole body was almost wrapped in it, and his face, which was originally as small as a walnut, could not be seen.

Xiao Gui thought with disgust, is it that cold?

It seems that he is really going to die, so he wears so much.

At the prime minister's mansion, Wen Wujue woke up from a heavy sleep, only feeling refreshed, and didn't even know that someone was cursing him.

Instead, not far away, Lu Jia withdrew his sword, walked over with a sullen face, and pointed in the direction of the turret.

"Prime Minister, there seems to be someone watching our mansion from the direction of the turret."

Wen Wujue was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of Lu Jia's finger. Between the red walls and gold tiles, the tall turrets seemed to protrude from a sudden, condescending, giving people a sense of discomfort for no reason.

He didn't see anyone between the fences, but although Lu Jia was silent, his sensitivity was different from ordinary people, so he couldn't be mistaken.

Wen Wujue stared intently for a moment, then caressed the fox fur fur at the collar with his fingers consciously or unconsciously.

He said to Lu Jia, "Don't pay attention to him, the Prime Minister's Mansion is nothing to be ashamed of."

Even if there is something shady, what can the one in the palace do to him?

If you want power, you don't have power, if you want people's hearts, you don't have people's hearts, but you are just a puppet.