V3.C97

"Xiao Yu." A low voice suddenly rang out in the main hall. Staring at the withered leaves outside the window, Xiao Yu was at a loss for a moment. The little maid standing behind her pointed to the direction where the emperor was. Xiao Yu quickly said, "I'm here."

"It's going to be the Qingfeng Hall tonight." Yan Hongtian is still looking down at the memorial, deep tone is not difficult to hear a touch of pleasure.

Xiao Yu smiles and says, "yes."

Then there was a long silence, only to hear the rustle of fallen leaves and the sound of the memorials turning from time to time. Xiao Yu looked at the sky and gently reminded him, "emperor, it's almost time."

"Well." After criticizing the memorials, Yan Hongtian gets up. I haven't been to see them for many days. According to Qingfeng's temperament, I don't say anything. I'm afraid I'm uncomfortable. Thinking that she might give him a look later, Yan Hongtian is in a good mood for no reason.

The cold winter is coming, and it's going to be night. It's very cold outside. Xiao Yu takes his robe to Yan Hongtian's side and walks in quickly. "Emperor, Mr. Shan asks to see you."

Yan Hongtian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. His hand with the robe stopped for a while. He sat down again and said, "Xuan."

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor." Shan Yulan's expression is serious, and his eyebrows are full of sadness. He holds a book in his hand. Yan Hongtian's eyes sweep the book in his hand. He drinks hot tea and asks coldly, "what's the matter?"

"About The military grain case. " With that, Shan Yulan doesn't say much. He hands the book to Gao Jin, who presents it to Yan Hongtian.

"Commander Su has counted the grain houses in the army, and the detailed list is in this volume. In the case, the southern business trip in collusion with Lin Bokang belonged to the Lin family, a Southwest dependency. They have been selling cloth and grain for a long time. Most of their grain is sold to famine stricken areas or to small border countries. Every year, at least millions of taels of silver are recorded in the accounts. They are quite powerful in the south. " Shan Yulan said while observing the emperor's face carefully. With the book turning, Yan Hongtian's face didn't have a big expression, but his black eyes staring at the book were dark.

"I'll leave the pamphlet. You can step down first. Tomorrow morning, you and Su Ren will come to the imperial study."

"Yes." Shan Yulan's mind turns around and is surprised that the emperor is not in a hurry to ask about it at the moment? The pamphlet clearly recorded the quantity of grain shortage and the advantages and disadvantages of grain varieties in each Quartermaster granary. After inventory, many grain and grass stocks were short. Even most of the rice supplied to the new soldiers were the worst aged brown rice. Most of the soldiers were children of poor families. They were satisfied with having military grain to eat. Naturally, they would not care about the quality of rice I'm afraid that no one will ever notice if it wasn't for this careful examination.

When Su Ren gave this book to him, he was always very angry, but the Emperor didn't get angry. The emperor instructed him to dig deep into the grain case, but he couldn't figure out how deep it was.

Shan Yulan leaves early, but Yan Hongtian sits in front of the case for a long time and doesn't get up again. He is always waiting for the emperor. Xiao Yu and Gao Jin naturally know that the emperor's mood is not as calm as he seems. Seeing the sky getting dark, they took a look at each other, but no one dared to remind them.

Yan Hongtian had been sitting for more than two hours. Xiao Yu took the soup which had been heated four or five times back and forth, hardened his head, walked to the table and said cautiously, "emperor, use some ginseng soup."

Yan Hongtian's black eyes are slightly raised, and his cold eyes are as sharp as knives. Xiao Yu shakes with fright. The soup on the tray spills out, and the spoon "clangs" from the bowl to the tray. The clear voice echoes in the quiet hall, and at the same time yanhongtian is pulled back from his thoughts.

See Xiao Yu has been surprised to kneel on the ground, Yan Hongtian a little annoyed will be in the hands of the booklet aside, in front of Xiao Yu whispered: "get up."

As he said this, he picked up the ginseng soup on the tray and drank it. Xiao Yu looked up slightly and saw Yan Hongtian's face as usual. Then he got up and stepped aside.

Drinking the warm ginseng soup, Yan Hongtian remembered that he was going to Qingfeng hall for dinner tonight. Looking up, it was already dark outside the hall. Yan Hongtian's eyebrows frowned again.

Xiao Yu's mind is clear. Seeing the emperor with a soup bowl and looking at the door frowning, he naturally understands his mind. He whispers: "earlier, the maid had already sent a message to Qingfeng hall, saying that the emperor would not eat."

Yan Hongtian gave a low "um" and drank all the soup in the bowl. He wanted to pick up the pamphlet again. The emperor has been dealing with the government affairs in the imperial study all day. If he keeps busy, he doesn't know what time it will be. Xiao Yu thinks about it and says, "but It seems that Prince Zhi is suffering from fever. In the afternoon, he asked Doctor Wang and Doctor Lin to come for treatment. "

Sure enough, before Xiao Yu's voice fell, Yan Hongtian immediately looked back at her and asked, "how about it?"

"Nothing serious."

"What time is it?"

"Three quarters of Haishi."

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 him. Yan Hongtian straightened his skirt and strode out of the imperial study. Gao Jin follows Yan Hongtian behind him. When he goes out, he stretches his thumb to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu gives him a white look and breathes a sigh of relief.It's night again. Mingze is used to being on duty at night. He also likes being on duty at night. However, since the last time he found a man in black, he was particularly alert. A little wind and grass can attract his attention. Just like now, on the quiet Palace Road, someone seems to come quickly in the dark. Mingze whispered: "who?"

The visitor doesn't answer. Mingze slowly holds the sword at his waist. The shadow comes closer and closer. It seems that there are two people coming. Mingze squints. By the bright moonlight, he finally sees that the visitor is The emperor?

It's almost three o'clock. How can the emperor come here at this time? No one can tell. 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 just raised his hand slightly, and without saying anything, he entered the Qingfeng hall.

The winter night was too cold, and it was too late. The eunuch sat on the edge of the stone steps, leaning against the railing to avoid the wind. Hearing the sound of footsteps in the courtyard, he looked up and knelt down on the ground in fright The emperor At the thought of not telling the people in the room to pick up the car, the eunuch shivered and wanted to call the door.

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

Poria cocos is the watchman tonight. After checking all night last night, she was busy all day. She was very tired. She didn't hear the little commotion outside the door. She didn't wake up until there was a knock on the door. Poria cocos confused for a while, but still very quickly opened the door.

Open the door and see, a black robe standing outside the door, it is today's emperor, Poria cocos can not help but surprised: "Emperor..." Yan Hongtian shook his head, Poria cocos immediately silence.

There was only a small oil lamp in the flower hall. The light was very dark. Poria cocos lit the lamp quickly. When she looked back, Yan Hongtian had already entered the inner room.

Poria cocos 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 figures on the bed. Poria cocos thought about it, but she didn't go in. She just put the oil lamp on the low cabinet outside the screen, and then quietly backed out.

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

Yan Hongtian stares at the two people who are embracing each other on the bed, and a warm current flows slowly in his heart. Sitting down along the edge of the bed, Yan Hongtian raised his hand and gently touched the little guy's forehead. It was a little hot, but the temperature was not very high. It was just that his hands were too cold along the way. When he touched it just now, the little man on the bed trembled, and his two hands, which were shrinking in front of his chest, moved unconsciously.

Looking at the small hand that clenched into a fist, Yan Hongtian couldn't help thinking of the picture with his small hand and footprints still in the imperial study. With a move in his mind, he grabbed a small hand and put it on the palm of his hand. One of his little palms is not as long as one of his fingers. Yan Hongtian's mouth unconsciously raises and holds the little hand in his palm. It's warm and incredibly soft. Yan Hongtian is immersed in this kind of soft palpitation, but the little guy seems to be a little impatient. He even moves in his sleep. For fear of waking him up, Yan Hongtian has to release his hand and help him tuck in the quilt. The little guy's hand waves twice in the air, and finally he is honest. Yan Hongtian feels relieved.

Yan Hongtian looked down at the sleeping woman beside him. He had been here for a long time, but she didn't feel any sleep. She was very sleepy. Under the warm candle light, her face was still not very good. Her eyes were black and blue. Even when she was asleep, she could feel her fatigue. Yan Hongtian gently put the hair on her face behind her ears. She fell asleep on her side, and the two scars on her face were directly reflected in her eyes. Normally, she was angry or laughing, but Yan Hongtian didn't care much about the two scars on her face. Now she is sleeping quietly, the two scars are particularly ferocious, destroying Qingfeng's perfect face.

Staring at the two unsightly scars, he could not help sighing that this woman was really cruel, she was never soft on herself, she would rather die than beg for mercy, but when she faced her sister and her son, she had all kinds of tenderness. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it. This kind of her fascinated him and wanted to hold her tenderness in his hand.

Poria cocos thought that the emperor would rest here tonight. After half an hour, the emperor came out, and poria cocos quickly welcomed him.