Chapter 339

"Drizzle." The low voice suddenly sounded in the main hall, staring at the dead leaves outside the window and staying for an afternoon, Xiao Yu was at a loss for a moment. The little maid standing behind her pointed to the direction of the emperor. Xiao Yu hurriedly replied, "the maid is here."

"Pass the meal to Qingfeng Hall tonight." Yan Hongtian is still looking down at the memorial, not hard to hear the faint pleasure in the low voice.

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "yes."

Then there was a long silence. Only the rustle of the wind and the sound of the wind blowing leaves outside the house, and the sound of the memorial turning over from time to time, Xiao Yu looked at the sky, and whispered, "emperor, it's almost your hour."

"Well." When the memorial in his hand is finished, Yan Hongtian gets up. I haven't seen them for a long time. According to Qingfeng's temperament, I don't say anything on my mouth. I'm afraid I'm not comfortable. I think she might set his face for a while. Yan Hongtian is in a good mood.

It's winter, and it's going to be night. It's very cold outside. Xiao Yu takes his robe and sends it to Yan Hongtian's side. Gao Jin walks in quickly. "Emperor, single adult asks for a meeting."

Yan Hongtian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his hands holding the robe paused for a while, then he sat down again and said, "Xuan."

"See the emperor, long live my emperor." Shan Yulan's expression was serious, his brows were full of melancholy, and he held a book in his hand. Yan Hongtian glanced over the book he held, drinking hot tea, and asked coldly, "what can I do for you?"

"About The military food case. " After that, Shan Yulan didn't say much. He handed the brochure to Gao Jin, who presented it to Yan Hongtian.

"Commander Su has made an inventory of the grain room in the army, and the detailed list is included in this volume. In the case, the southern business trip conspired with Lin Bokang belongs to the Lin family in the Southwest Territory. They have been engaged in the business of selling cloth and grain. Most of their grain has been sold to famine stricken areas or to small border countries. Every year, millions of silver are recorded, which is quite powerful in the south. " Shan Yulan said, while watching the emperor's face carefully, Yan Hongtian's face did not have a big expression with the flipping of the booklet, but the black eyes staring at the booklet were dark.

"Leave the pamphlet, and you will leave first. After tomorrow morning, you and your long-time post will come to the Royal study."

"Yes." Shan Yulan's mind turns, surprised that the emperor is not eager to ask about it at the moment? The booklet clearly records the short quantity of grain and the advantages and disadvantages of grain varieties in each Quartermaster's granary. After checking, many grain and grass stocks are short, and even most of the grain supplied to the newly enlisted soldiers is the worst aged brown rice. Most of the soldiers are children of poor families. It's enough to have grain to eat. Naturally, the quality of rice will not be counted I'm afraid no one will ever notice it if we don't check it carefully this time.

When Su Ren gave him this pamphlet, he was always in a good temper. The Emperor didn't get angry. He was instructed by the emperor to dig deep into the grain case, but he couldn't guess for a moment what depth to dig.

Shan Yulan left early, but Yan Hongtian didn't get up before the case for a long time. He waited around the emperor all the year round. Xiao Yu and Gao Jin knew that the emperor was not as calm as he seemed at the moment. Seeing the sky getting darker, they looked at each other, but no one dared to remind them.

Yan Hongtian sat here for more than two hours. Xiao Yu took the soup that had been coming back and forth for four or five times, hardened his head, went to the desk and said carefully, "emperor, use some ginseng soup."

Yan Hongtian's black eyes lifted slightly, his cold eyes were as sharp as a knife, and Xiao Yu trembled with fright. Some soup was spilled on the tray, and the spoon "clang Dang" slipped from the side of the bowl to the tray. The clear voice echoed in the quiet hall, and at the same time, yanhongtian was pulled back from his own thoughts.

Seeing that Xiao Yu has knelt down on the ground, Yan Hongtian is a little annoyed and shakes the pamphlet in his hand to one side. He whispers to Xiao Yu, "get up."

As he spoke, he also picked up the ginseng soup on the tray and drank it. Xiao Yu raised his head slightly and saw Yan Hongtian's face as usual before he got up and retreated to one side.

Drinking the warm ginseng soup, Yan Hongtian thought of saying that he would go to the Qingfeng hall for dinner tonight. Looking up, it was already dark outside the hall. Yan Hongtian's eyebrows were frowning again.

Xiao Yu's mind was clear. Seeing the emperor holding the soup bowl and frowning at the door, he naturally understood his mind. He whispered, "in the early days, the maidservant had already come to the Qingfeng hall to talk, saying that the emperor would not go to eat."

Yan Hongtian gave a low "hum" and drank all the soup in the bowl. He had to pick up the pamphlet again. The emperor has been dealing with the imperial government in the Royal study all day. He is busy again. He doesn't know what time it is. Xiao Yu thinks about it and says, "but Prince Zhi seems to be suffering from fever. In the afternoon, he invited Royal Doctor Wang and royal doctor Lin for diagnosis and treatment. "

As expected, Xiao Yu's voice did not fall. Yan Hongtian immediately looked back at her and asked, "how is it?"

"No problem."

"What time is it now?"

"The third quarter of the hour."

Yan Hongtian suddenly gets up. Xiao Yu seems to have known that he would go out for a long time. He immediately picks up his robe and puts it on. Yan Hongtian straightens her skirt and strides out of the Royal study. Gao Jin follows Yan Hongtian. When he goes out, he extends his thumb to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu takes a white look at him and feels relieved.

It's night again. Mingze is used to being on duty at night. He also likes being on duty at night. It's quiet. However, since the last time he found out that there was a man in black, he was particularly alert. A little wind and grass could attract his attention. Just like now, in the quiet Palace Road, someone seems to be walking in the dark. Mingze whispered, "who?"

However, he didn't reply. Mingze slowly grasped the long sword at his waist, and the dark shadow gradually approached. It seemed that two people were coming. Mingze squinted, and with the still bright moonlight, he finally saw that the person who came was The emperor?

It's almost midnight. How could the emperor come here at this time? He didn't let people know. Mingze was puzzled, but he didn't say much. He just knelt on the ground in silence to say hello.

Yan Hongtian was very satisfied with his vigilance. He only raised his hand slightly and said nothing, so he entered the Qingfeng hall.

The winter night was too cold, and it was too late. The little eunuch sat on the edge of the stone steps and leaned against the railings to avoid the wind. When he heard the footsteps in the courtyard, he looked up and saw it. He was so scared that he knelt down on the ground, "Huang The emperor! " At the thought of not telling the people in the room to take over, the little eunuch began to shiver to call for the door.

"Back down." There was a cold voice behind him. The little eunuch withdrew his hand and hurriedly retreated to the stone steps.

Night watchman is Poria cocos. Last night, she checked it all night. She was busy for another day. She was very tired. She didn't hear the little commotion outside. She didn't wake up until the knock. Tuckahoe puzzled for a while, but still very quickly opened the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a black robe standing outside the door. It was the Emperor today. Fuling could not help but say: "Emperor..." Yan Hongtian shakes her head, and poria is silent.

Only a small oil lamp was lit in the flower hall. The light was very dark. Tuckahoe quickly lit the lamp. Looking back, Yan Hongtian had entered the room.

Tuckahoe went to the screen with the oil lamp, and saw the emperor standing on the edge of the bed, looking at the big and small figure on the bed. Poria thought about it, but she didn't go in. She put the oil lamp on the cupboard outside the screen, and then quietly withdrew.

The bed is very wide and big, but the mother and the son are close together. Qingfeng is sleeping outside, lying on his side, with one hand gently resting on the child's feet. The little guy is wrapped tightly, only one face is exposed, and two hands are curled beside his face. In his sleep, his head is leaning towards his mother's direction.

Yan Hongtian stares at the two people in bed, embracing each other and sleeping. His heart flows slowly. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Yan Hongtian raised his hand and gently touched the little guy's forehead. It was a little hot and the temperature was not very high, but he walked all the way, his hands were too cold. Just then, the little man on the bed shook a little, and the two little hands that were huddled in front of his chest moved unconsciously.

Looking at the small hand that gently clenched into a fist, Yan Hongtian can't help but think of the picture that is still in the Royal study with his small fingerprint and footprints printed on it. With a move of heart, she grabs a small hand lightly and puts it on the palm for comparison. One of his little palms is not as long as one of his own fingers. Yan Hongtian's mouth angle rises unconsciously and holds the little hand in the palm. It's warm and incredibly soft. Yan Hongtian is immersed in the soft throb, but the little guy seems to be a little impatient. He still moves in his sleep. Afraid of waking him up, Yan Hongtian has to let go and tuck in the quilt for him. The little guy waves his little hand twice in the air. Finally, he is honest. Yan Hongtian feels relieved.

Yan Hongtian looks down at the sleeping woman beside him. He has been here for a long time, but she has no sleep. She sleeps very heavily. Under the warm candlelight, her face is still not very good. The black and blue under her eyes are very striking. Even if she is asleep, she can feel tired all over. Yanhongtian gently put the hair on her face behind her ears, and she fell asleep on her side. The two scars on her face were also straight in her eyes. Usually she was angry or smiling, but yanhongtian didn't care about the two scars on her face. Now she fell asleep quietly, and the two scars were extremely ferocious, which damaged Qingfeng's face that was supposed to be perfect.

Staring at the two blinding scars, he couldn't help but sigh that this woman is really cruel enough, never soft to herself, would rather die than beg for mercy, but to her sister, her son, she has a million kinds of tenderness. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it. This kind of her made him fascinated and wanted to hold her tenderness in his hand.

Tuckahoe thought that the emperor would rest here tonight. After half an hour, the emperor came out. Tuckahoe hurried up.