The generals were slightly relieved.

In fact, it seemed to be true. That evening, the moon was high in the sky. Emperor Zhao, who had been busy all day, went out under the moon, but did not summon his ministers to a banquet. Instead, he led only a few close confidants to sit in front of the central military tent where he lived, which was also the open space where they usually shot targets, to admire the moon, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, there were many similar situations in the camp because of the curfew.

Many generals went out of the camp to watch the moon. There was no big banquet, but there were many small banquets. As the saying goes, a pot of muddy wine, a basket of fire, old friends and colleagues, civil officials and military generals, superiors and subordinates, were all busy. Even the soldiers were chatting with each other more smoothly than in the daytime. On the side of the camp facing Taiyuan City, under the eight huge hot air balloons, many people from the surrounding areas of Taiyuan Prefecture who gradually turned back to the villages came to watch... Because the government had issued an order not to offend anyone, the army did not prohibit it.

However, it is a military camp after all. Although the ban has been lifted and there are many people coming and going, there is always a sense of "not daring to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in heaven."

One clear proof of this is that the camp was large, and there were many old soldiers and scholars playing flutes and pipes to express their nostalgia, and no matter how noisy the crowd was, they could not hear the sounds of these flutes and pipes.

"A cup of muddy wine, my home is thousands of miles away, and I have no way to return until Yanran is engraved.

The Qiang flute plays slowly, the ground is covered with frost, people are sleepless, the general’s hair is white and the soldiers are crying.

In this situation, it would be strange if Emperor Zhao could not remember this poem.

"Since the official has recited this poem, he should know that it has always been difficult to send troops. Now that he has captured Long, he should look to Shu. What else is there to doubt?"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the back door of Zhao Guanjia’s camp, that is, from the south.

When Emperor Zhao heard this, he did not look surprised at all. He stood up calmly, turned around and walked dozens of steps before meeting this person at the corner of his camp. He then reached out his hand to support the other person, which was very courteous.

"Mr. Lu has worked hard."

It turned out that this person was Lu Yihao, the deputy envoy of the Privy Council who had been facing Fen in the south. He came at night, and Emperor Zhao seemed to have been waiting for this person.

Lu Yihao and Emperor Zhao walked to the front of the tent hand in hand. Seeing the elegant and simple scene in front of the tent, he couldn't help but sigh: "I am willful... I shouldn't have insisted on rushing on the road and made the emperor wait so hard... If I had rested for a night on the road, the emperor could at least gather the civil and military forces today and have a peaceful Lantern Festival gathering."

"Those are just empty things. Since the Prime Minister is coming, how can I care about them?" Zhao Jiu laughed. "Besides, if Prime Minister Lu doesn't come, I will never feel at ease."

Lu Yihao also laughed.

The emperor and his ministers immediately sat down in front of the tent. Zhao Jiu also specifically instructed Yang Yizhong to get some "turbid wine" to respond to Fan Wenzheng's words.

After a while, everything was ready. After Lu Yihao ate two hot roasts, drank a cup of wine to warm himself up, and stretched himself a little, Zhao Jiu spoke:

"Is my husband really feeling better?"

"Not much better." Lu Yihao shook his head repeatedly, not hiding anything. "I am already sixty-six years old this year. At this age, I have been riding horses since autumn, from Jiangnan to Henan, and from Henan to Hedong. I have been exhausted for several months, and then I caught a cold in winter... Anyone with a little common sense knows that this is half of my life gone. I look relieved now, but I am weak inside. I am destined to not get better... In the future, it will only get worse day by day... But the more this happens, the more I feel like I can't catch up, so I hurried to see you."

Zhao Jiu nodded without any surprise or doubt.

"Your Majesty, I think you already know the purpose of my visit, but please allow me to answer your questions in person." Lu Yihao changed the subject and went straight to the point.

"Please speak, sir." Zhao Jiu's expression remained unchanged, as if he was well prepared.

"I heard that the emperor was worried and anxious during his stay in Taiyuan. I don't know if it's true or not. If it's true, then I would like to ask the emperor, what exactly are you worried about these days?" Lu Yihao took the third donkey meat hot pot served by Yang Yizhong and asked seriously. "Why are you reluctant to send troops to advance again?"

"I am indeed worried, but specifically, I am more worried about how to deal with the situation after the war." Zhao Jiu answered calmly. "As for the war itself, although I am a little bit worried and hesitant, I will not let it delay the progress of the war."

Lu Yihao nodded slightly, not showing any surprise. Instead, he asked earnestly, "May I ask, Your Majesty, are you worried about the spring ploughing in Henan, the refugees in Hebei, and the burden on Hedong after the war?"

"Yes, but not entirely." Zhao Jiu shook his head. "Although these things are troublesome, can they be more troublesome than the situation after Jing Kang ten years ago? Man can conquer nature. No matter how bad the situation is, we just need to clean it up seriously... The people are more capable than we think."

Lu Yihao finally showed some surprise, but asked seriously: "Then may I ask, what are you worried about, sir?"

"What I am worried about is that if we win this war, will the people of the country lose the pressure of the Jin Kingdom?" Zhao Jiu smiled and spoke casually. "For example, will there be another party struggle? Will some people only want to recover the old territory and not even want to contribute to the attack on Yanjing?"

"Of course there is." Lu Yihao thought for a moment and laughed. "But it doesn't matter. People like this are just empty talkers and will never amount to anything."

"But the people's hearts are scattered and chaotic." Zhao Jiu nodded and continued. "I am also worried that if we win this war, the north will be liberated, and refugees will be everywhere. The land in the north will have to be redistributed. Who will get it then? Will a family like the Meihua Han family come up with solid evidence dating back hundreds of years and demand the restoration of their ancestral property? Will the refugees in the north still have no place to live?"

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