MTL - Unparalleled Concubine-v2 Chapter 1157 Two letters from Beijing

   Chapter 1157 Two letters from the capital

  When Li Xin started to attack the Ji family in the first half of the year, the conflict between him and the nine princesses and his wife was unavoidable, but since this matter has been done, there is no turning back, it can only be done to the end.

   In the past half year, although Li Xin's methods have been as gentle as possible, with the death of His Royal Highness King Huai, the Ninth Princess was still very angry.

   She personally went to Prince Huai's mansion, and took the newly born son of King Huai back to Jing'an Hou's mansion to raise him. At the same time, she had a fight with Li Xin.

   These are all things that can’t be helped, and only time can slowly heal these cracks.

   In the cold wind, Li Xin returned to the warm pavilion alone, added a few more pieces of charcoal to the stove in the warm pavilion, and continued to read the documents sent by the Shangshutai.

In the past six months, Li Xin has spent more than three hours every day processing or checking the documents sent by the Shangshu Desk and the Grand Governor's Office. .

As the top decision-maker of a country, everything that can be sent to Li Xintai's case cannot be a trivial matter. When dealing with each of these matters, all aspects must be taken into consideration. But when he really got to Li Xin, he still had to consider it bit by bit.

When it was around Xu, the eldest lady of Jing'an Houfu, Ah Han, knew that her father was afraid of the cold, so she brought two more stoves to Li Xin, and after helping Li Xin make a fire, she sat down and talked to her father again, comforting her. After talking to the old father who was kicked out of the yard, he returned to his room to rest.

After Ahan left, Li Xin read two or three documents about how the imperial clan and some old officials of Yuan Zhao should deal with it, frowning and thinking for a long time before he mentioned Zhu Bi and gave his opinion on the documents, then dropped the brush and lay down. Fall asleep on the bed.

   He is not a civil servant at all, and he has not done such a thing for more than ten years, so it is quite difficult to deal with it, but these are things that must not be faked, and Li Xin must handle it himself.

  Although the current Li Xin is still the Marquis of Jing'an in name, in fact, he has been doing what the emperor has been doing every day for the past six months. In less than 200 days, he has already felt a little tired.

The career of   Emperor, apart from work benefits, is actually not a good job.

If you want to be a dazed gentleman, it’s fine, you can sleep and sleep every day and enjoy your happiness, but if you want to be a bright gentleman, you have to face mountains and seas of documents every day, and you have to deal with strange and unpredictable people’s hearts. One or two days is fine. , it will be very tired after a long time.

  The reason why Emperor Taikang was so short-lived was mostly because of this.

   There are gains and losses. While enjoying the supreme status, it is natural to bear unparalleled pressure.

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  In the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Yankang, the capital was full of snow and wind, and the northern Xinjiang was naturally as cold as wind.

In Jizhou City, although the cold wind was blowing outside, General Ye, as the main general, only wore a not very thick robe. He sat on the city wall of Jizhou City and was chatting with a few Zhenbei Army soldiers. .

  After staying on the city wall for a while, Ye Maocai walked down from the city wall and returned to his residence of the Great General of Zhenbei.

   Now it has been a few months of peace in the north. Although no one has moved back in Jizhou, there are already some Jizhou people who escaped from Jizhou and slowly moved back from outside.

  If there is no war in Jizhou, in five years at most, Jizhou can restore its former prosperity.

   In the Zhenbei General's Mansion, Ye Guogong, who was wearing thin clothes, immediately added a thicker layer of clothes, and his body was still shivering from the cold.

  He Xiong, who has been in Jizhou for nearly a year, sits in the living room of the Zhenbei General's Mansion and lights a stove. There is a jar of wine sitting on the stove, which is already gurgling.

  Ye Mao sat opposite He Xi, looked at the hot wine in front of him, and said with a smile, "Why did Uncle He come to me?"

  He Xiong and Ye Ming are the same generation, and naturally he is Ye Mao's uncle.

  He Xiong first glanced at Ye Mao, and then asked, "I heard that the general has been going to the city wall every day for the past month?"

   "You can't do it if you don't go."

Ye Mao helplessly smiled and said: "In the past month, the weather has gradually become colder, and the Zhenbei Army has been re-integrated. Now, not counting the banned troops you brought here, Uncle He, there are also 60,000 or 70,000 people. I have enough cotton-padded clothes, so I had to go to the city wall and squat in single clothes to make my brothers feel better."

  He Xiong frowned slightly and said, "Isn't the imperial court now in charge of Governor Li, why is it short of Zhenbei Army?"

   "Uncle Li can't do everything. Besides, the Zhenbei Army has recruited too many troops in the past few months, so it's normal that the winter clothes from the Ministry of Household will not be delivered for a while."

  Ye Mao shook his head nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, in a month or two, it is estimated that the supplies will arrive."

   He looked at He Xi and asked, "Uncle He is waiting for me here, is there something wrong?"

   "Naturally there is something."

  He Xiong is a taciturn person, and has always been reluctant to talk. He silently took out two letters from his sleeve and said, "This is a letter from Shang Shutai."

   Ye Mao frowned: "When can Shangshutai participate in the military?"

   "Not participating in the military."

  He Shao shook his head slightly, and said solemnly, "I'm asking what's going on in the north, is there anything missing, and...when will the fight begin."

   "It's winter now, and even the Xianbei barbarians are hunkering down at home and refusing to go out. How can they fight? At least they won't be able to find an opportunity until after the spring of next year."

He Song pointed to the second letter in front of him, and continued: "This second letter was sent by Mu Ying, the general of Longwuwei in the capital. General Mu did not ask about the war, but wrote it. Some experience in using firearms when they are in battle, etc., are said to be a reference for the generals."

Ye Mao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he opened the second letter directly. After reading it carefully, he said with a smile: "This letter is a good thing. In the whole world, on the experience of using firearms, this General Mu is the first. One, even Master Li is slightly inferior to him."

  Mu Ying has been in touch with firearms since the eighth year of Taikang, and even took Hanzhou military firearms all the way from Hanzhong to the capital. She has extremely rich experience in battle.

  He Xiong looked at the two letters in front of him, and said silently, "Except for the Shenwuwei general Li Shuo, the two people in charge of the southwest have already shown their attitude to you, general."

   "They really want you, General, to win a battle as soon as possible."

   Ye Guogong squinted his eyes slightly and smiled: "If Master Li also sent a letter, that's another way of saying that Master Li didn't send a letter. These two have sent a letter, so let's open it and take a look."

   "How to fight and how to fight."

  He Xiong sighed silently: "It seems that the situation in the capital has reached a critical moment, and the world has changed surnames, which is a matter of this year or two."

  He looked up at Ye Mao, and said solemnly, "As the head of the family, you should make plans early."

  Ye Mao raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, then felt a little warmer, and his voice was a little hoarse.

   "Our soldiers, fighting a good battle means that what happens in the court has nothing to do with us."

   (end of this chapter)