After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

"Where is the Minister of the Household?"

"The old minister is here." The gray-haired old man stepped forward and responded hoarsely.

He has been in charge of the household department for many years, and seeing that he is about to retire from his old age and return to his hometown, he did not expect to encounter such a thing at the critical moment of the year.

"Issuing banknotes, at the same time sending people to use the newly issued banknotes to trade with the small border countries that the Great Zhou Kingdom has befriended. At the same time, use silk and cloth to barter and purchase as much grain and grass as possible."

"Then send people to sell debts to the emperor's merchants, collect real money, and go to private shops to buy rice, flour and coarse grains. After three days, all the purchased grains and grass will be sent outside the Xuanwu Gate. There must be no mistakes."

"Old minister, let's do it now." After finishing speaking, Hubu Shangshu hurriedly turned around and staggered out of Shangshu Pavilion.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment."

"The minister is here." Duan Lin, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, was approaching his age without any doubts, and there was a hint of ruthlessness between his brows.

"Let your subordinates patrol around the major shops and find that there are unscrupulous merchants taking advantage of this opportunity to drive up food prices, and they will be sent directly to jail, where they will be served with severe punishment, and they will be killed as an example to others."

"The minister will do it immediately."

"Ministry of Industry Minister."

"The minister is here." Wei Zichen, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, is young and promising, especially has a lot of research on geology and physical appearance. He is the author of "The Classic of Rivers and Canals", and was promoted to the Ministry of Industry in an exceptional way.

"To repair the dams and build water conservancy, we must ensure that the coming year will have a good weather and a good harvest."

"The minister leads the order."

"Where is the Minister of War?" Chu Jingrong stood up and walked out the door while talking.

"The minister is here." Zhao Qianjing, Minister of the Ministry of War, quickly followed.

Stepping out of the Shangshu Pavilion, Chu Jingrong looked up at the sky at night, then stretched out his hand, carefully feeling the direction and humidity of the night wind.

The fingertips hidden in the sleeves lightly counted, and when the result was deduced, Chu Jingrong suddenly said: "Three days later, send troops to receive food and grass at Xuanwu Gate, escort them out of the Great Wall, and go to land first. , When traveling by water from the Lin'an River, remember to raise the sails, and then return to land from Lanling at Yinshi three days later, the time and place can not be wrong."

"Please remember." Zhao Qianjing led the order to dispatch troops to the barracks.

"Left minister Liu Tingye, right minister Gu Yunbai."

"The minister is waiting for the order."

"The two of you have the full authority to supervise the food and grass escort. If there is any discrepancy in any part of the process, I will come to see you first."

"Yes."

After all the courtiers left the Shangshu Pavilion, Chu Jingrong sat back on the hard couch, with a look of worry on his face, he raised his fingertips and gently kneaded his temples, the willow eyebrows had never been stretched since the beginning.

For a while, only Chu Jingrong and Xiao Yiheng were left in the room.

It has to be admitted that compared with Chu Jingrong, anyone in this world is like a judgment of clouds and mud, and they are overshadowed, including him, the king of a country.

It's not that Xiao Yiheng didn't know that Chu Jingrong asked Shangshuge to deliver border news to him, but he couldn't figure it out, why would this person do this?

After the end of grace and righteousness, are you always paying attention to Yun Yan's recent encounters and movements?What do you want?

"Chu Jingrong, what exactly do you want to do?" Xiao Yiheng suddenly felt a little headache and troublesome.

"I don't want to do anything." Looking up at Xiao Yiheng, Chu Jingrong paused and continued: "I just want Yun Yan to come back to me safely."

Xiao Yiheng was furious all of a sudden: "Yun Yan will come back safely, but he will never come back to you again, you should give up on it." After speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left. For a while, the cold wind howled outside the window, and only Chu Jingrong was left alone.

The surging sorrow overwhelmed him, and Chu Jingrong felt fear in his heart.

He was afraid, afraid that everything would be as Xiao Yiheng said, that Xiao Yunyan would never come back to him again.

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The sharp blade hangs high above the head, and if you are not careful, your head will be lost. No one dares to neglect their duties.

Grain procurement and escort went smoothly. Having experienced being plotted against for the first time, the soldiers all heightened their vigilance. In addition, the transportation route given by Chu Jingrong was erratic and unpredictable, Xia Jun could not ambush and attack!

According to the instructions of the emperor, Zhao Qianjing arrived at the Lin'an River at [-]:[-] a.m. one day later. He had just loaded the grain and grass onto the boat when a violent northwest wind suddenly blew up on the river. At Yinshi, the wind stopped and he turned to travel by land!

Everything was within the calculations of the emperor's master, and it was exactly the same.

In the past, I only heard about the shocking talent of the emperor and teacher, who was the best in the world, but I didn't experience it personally, and I always felt that the reputation was too exaggerated.

Now that I experience it for myself, I realize how terrifying it is. I can't believe that there are people in this world who can take all the changes in the world into their hearts!

When the newly raised grain was delivered to the border, it was half a day earlier than the first batch.

Zhao Qianjing entered the tent to report, Xiao Yunyan was sitting on a tiger skin, with a murderous look on his brows.Her eyes were awe-inspiring, no longer honest and friendly in the past.

In this world, except for Chu Jingrong, no one has ever seen the tenderness in those deep eyebrows and eyes.

"Reporting to the lord, the grain and grass have successfully arrived. A total of 63 dan of grain, flour and coarse grains have been counted. Please check with the lord. The Xia army's surprise attack was only able to turn the tide with the efforts of the emperor's division. All the officials in the court admired and admired it. "

Especially after they landed in Jinling, the river began to freeze. The time difference was so small that it was impossible for their boats to sail so smoothly. The emperor is really a god, Zhao Qianjing's respect for Chu Jingrong is like a torrent of river water, continuous endlessly.

For more than a month, Xiao Yunyan had not heard any news about Chu Jingrong.

He deliberately made himself not pay attention to it, not to inquire about it, just to completely erase this person from his life.

Hearing Chu Jingrong's name suddenly, Xiao Yunyan paused for a moment before picking up the scarf and cleaning up the blood on the Azure Dragon Halberd little by little.

Sadness would still pass through his heart, but it was no longer so heart-piercing. Perhaps, time could really make him quit his infatuation with Chu Jingrong.

Zhao Qianjing was still full of praise, but Xiao Yunyan's voice cooled down: "Go back and return to your life." The tone was indifferent, without any waves.

The prince gave the order, Zhao Qianjing had no choice but to swallow the rest of the words, and took the order to leave the camp.

The food and grass arrived successfully, and Chu Jingrong, who stayed at Shangshu Pavilion day and night, was completely relieved when he heard the news.

But it's not in his character to be indecent when he comes and doesn't reciprocate.

Chu Jingrong calculated the specific location of the Xia Army's food and grass camp, picked out a few outstanding dead soldiers from the Yulin Army, and let the dead soldiers go straight to Huanglong, and burned them all!

The Xia army suffered from hunger, and was defeated without a fight for a while, and Xiao Yunyan led his troops to capture several cities in succession.

Chu Jingrong was in the palace, but he was able to strategize and win thousands of miles.

After that, he summoned Zhao Qianjing to inquire about Xiao Yunyan's recent situation.

"The wind and sand outside the Great Wall are raging, my lord... is he still alright?"

Hearing that it was the emperor's teacher's call, Zhao Qianjing rushed into the palace to meet him, thinking it was a big deal, but the emperor's teacher hesitated for a long time, and asked such an innocuous question.

"My lord, everything is fine." Zhao Qianjing replied truthfully.

"It's good to be safe." Lowering his eyes to hide the anxiety in his eyes, Chu Jingrong spoke again, and there was a trace of timidity in his voice: "My lord...has he mentioned me?"

Zhao Qianjing didn't understand why the emperor asked such a question?But after thinking about it, the emperor's master is the teacher of the prince, maybe he wants to see if the prince is still far away at the border, whether he still respects the teacher and misses himself?

But...he praised the emperor for a long time in front of the prince, but he didn't see the slightest reaction from the prince.

"This..." Zhao Qianjing hesitated, feeling a bit in a dilemma.

Seeing the reaction of Minister of War, Chu Jingrong had the answer in his heart. He had expected this, but he couldn't control his anticipation.

"Understood, let's go down." Chu Jingrong looked lonely, waved his hand to push him away, then dropped the latch, and locked himself in the Shangshu cabinet.

don't ask...

The wrong things he did to Xiao Yunyan in the past, now one by one, one by one, all fell on him, and only then did he realize how painful and difficult it is.

As the end of the year approached, the battle at the border was still tense, so Xiao Yunyan took advantage of the time to report the battle report and asked the messenger to bring back three letters from home.

Chu Jingrong sits in the Shangshu Pavilion all day long, and only when he nods can he deal with major and minor matters in the frontier.

The battle report and the three family letters fell into his hands first.

One is for the Supreme Emperor, one is for the Empress Dowager, and the other is for the current Holy Majesty.

Without his share, let alone a letter from home, there is not even a word.

Chu Jingrong couldn't accept it for a while. He wanted to open the three family letters to see if he was mentioned in them. After much deliberation, he finally did not do such an outrageous thing.

After sending out the three family letters, Chu Jingrong secretly hid the battle report in his sleeve.

This is also Xiao Yunyan's handwriting, which is so powerful that Chu Jingrong can even imagine the protruding wrist bones of that person when he wrote the pen.

What Xiao Yunyan gave him...

The Sanskrit sound has been destroyed, the wisteria is withered, and the sea dongqing, because it was frightened by him at first, never let him get close.

Now, there is only a jade hairpin, a letter from He Li, and several battle reports that he has hidden privately.

Chu Jingrong put them all in a box, and in the middle of the night, he dug them out to comfort lovesickness.

Seeing these things, it seems that he and Xiao Yunyan are still inextricably linked, and the words of a knife and a knife cannot be counted. The bones and tendons between the two of them are broken.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, another reunion day.

Chu Jingrong didn't let Qingwu follow, and walked alone on the streets of the imperial city.

The temple fair was the same as that of the Mid-Autumn Festival, with the same hustle and bustle, full of voices, gongs and drums, but Chu Jingrong didn't feel any joy at all.

The cold winter wind blew into his collar, making his teeth tremble slightly, but no one warmed his hands and held him in his arms.

Following his memory, Chu Jingrong came to the Wonton Noodles shop, and saw a signboard with irregular handwriting on the stall, saying that it would no longer be open from now on.

After inquiring, I found out that a few months ago, the old man's wife failed to survive the cold wave and passed away in the middle of the night in Lidong.

Chu Jingrong stood in front of the stall for a long time. Light snow fluttered from the sky and splashed into his eyes. He reached out to brush it, but it was hot and humid.

He can no longer taste the familiar and nostalgic taste.

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Chu Jiaojiao: Erlang's handwriting is on the battle report, hide it~

Spoiler alert: Xia Guo was killed by Chu Jiaojiao for three months, the dog's self-esteem was shattered~