Xuanyuan Hao looked at the memorial submitted by the grain officer of the border warehouse, which expressed completely different emotions and opinions, and then looked at the memorial submitted by the Ren family army, which showed that the level of the memorial was improving by leaps and bounds. He raised his head and asked the Minister of War, "Has He Qing returned from leave?"

The Minister of War was a bit embarrassed. With such a big incident, the civil officials had to put so many accusations on him. Even one of them would be enough to make him suffer. If He Qing was not brought back quickly, who knew what the Ren family would do.

He hurriedly said, “Yes, He Qing is a safe person.”

Xuanyuan Hao glanced at him and handed over the memorial from the grain officer of the border warehouse: "Take a look."

The Minister of War was delighted when he saw this. It turned out to be the right thing to do to bring He Qing back. Since the victim who had been beaten had said so, it shouldn't be a big deal. He also returned the 10,000 kilograms of grain. Both sides claimed it was a misunderstanding.

But he didn't dare show it too much on his face: "It's all up to your Majesty to decide."

The next day, Xuanyuan Hao circulated the grain official's memorial in the court, and then had the memorial "written by Ren Jiajun" read out in public. Finally, he asked the civil and military officials what they thought.

As expected, the generals' opinions are quite good. This can be regarded as the "harmony between generals and ministers" on the border. They are all fine now, so why should we make trouble?

The civil officials were silent. Xuanyuan Hao saw this and knew that they were still angry. Then a stubborn man came out, the one who had been shot in the thigh by the fifth prince.

Hanlin Academy Grand Secretary Xu Lin immediately knelt and kowtowed to the emperor, indicating that what he was about to say might offend the emperor. However, military officials died in battle, while civil officials died in remonstration, and this was the way it had been for generations of civil and military officials.

Xu Lin was blunt right from the start: "Your Majesty, the prince is here. He followed the late emperor in the battles and founded the country. Many of our generals have followed Your Majesty for many years, and their friendship is extraordinary.

However, our civil servants are dedicated and selfless in their service to the public. But first there was the "dispute over roads," then the "suit over wife-stealing," and now the "seizure of food and abuse." Each of these incidents has ended with our civil servants swallowing their anger and retreating.

If a military general can beat my civil officials, scold them, or rob them at will, and all he has to do afterwards is apologize and compensate for the losses, then what is the use of laws?

I would like to ask Your Majesty, if we civil servants follow the same pattern and our salaries are paid a few days late, can we open the state treasury and take the money ourselves?

If the Imperial Guards are guarding the treasury and won't let us take it, can we tie up the entire squadron for three days and not let them use the restroom? Can we then beat them up when they ask us for money from the treasury?

The grain officer was tied up for three days and then beaten. It is now unknown whether this memorial was written under duress.

I humbly ask Your Majesty to punish the military officers who violated the law according to the law."

After Xu Lin finished speaking, the hall was filled with the sound of a pin drop. This was equivalent to saying that His Majesty had always been partial to the military commanders.

But suddenly one civil servant knelt down, followed by the second, the third... Wow, there were civil servants kneeling all over the ground.

Some people also quietly inquired about the "road-grabbing dispute" and "wife-grabbing lawsuit" cases. Actually, they were two other civil-military disputes.

Back then, during the battle for the road, the cavalrymen traveled day and night for eight hundred miles, carrying military documents for the border defense, galloping non-stop. Meanwhile, a local water conservancy project was under construction, utilizing the winter dry season to demolish a crumbling stone bridge and build a new one.

Hundreds of people were dismantling the bridge and transporting the discarded materials from the old stone bridge, while another group of people were holding blueprints and ink fountains, cutting stones and building the new bridge bit by bit.

The work on the construction site was in full swing. When the Eight Hundred Li Flying Cavalry arrived, they saw that the road was blocked and were very anxious. They found a team of foremen and asked them to build a simple bridge that could accommodate one person and one horse, and let him cross first.

The foreman was unwilling to work, as they still paid a heavy price for rushing the work during the dry season when the river was low. They first built three dams along the riverbed to control the water level in this section of the riverbed to a level suitable for construction.

Why should I put down the work I was doing and build a bridge for him? It was said to be a simple bridge, just enough for one person and one horse to pass. How simple could it be? After he passed through, I had to dismantle another simple bridge. How much time would it take?

The local people had endured the inconvenience of a road closure in order to build a new bridge. Who was this person so shameless? He was just an official, and he wouldn't have said such a thing to trouble them.

Someone suggested taking him across the river on a large bamboo raft, but an experienced local boatman said no. This section of the waterway narrows at a bend called Longtou, making it a perfect location for a bridge. However, the bend has also created a massive accumulation of rocks. Building a bridge and using a dam to hold back the dry season water would result in the water level being too high on one side and too low on the other, exposing the rocks in uneven patterns. This made rafting impossible on either side, making it extremely dangerous.

The 800-li flying cavalry had no choice but to find the local county government office nearby. The county clerk was also embarrassed after hearing this. He said, "Although you are close to us, the river is under the jurisdiction of the county on the other side, and we have no right to ask them to stop construction and build a simple bridge first. They started construction from the side close to our county because the terrain here is high and the riverbed is high. The water level here is lower in the dry season, so it is safer."

The Eight Hundred Li Flying Cavalry then inquired about a detour. The county magistrate said that if the detour was shorter, the bridge wouldn't have to be built with such great effort. A detour too far would take an additional thirty days, and would require crossing mountains, requiring only human effort; horses wouldn't be able to make the journey.

Unable to leave that day, the cavalry took up residence at an inn, where, coincidentally, a squad of about a hundred soldiers, belonging to the Western Route Army and subordinate to the old Ningyuan Marquis, were escorting several artisans who had crafted giant crossbows. These artisans, skilled in making the multi-fire crossbows, had been sent to the army by Xuanyuan Hao. The crossbows had already been tested in the Kyoto parade grounds, with astonishing results.

This Baili Flying Cavalry also belonged to the Western Army. He was in trouble and saw his own people, so he went up to ask for help.

Upon hearing this, the hundred or so men took him and headed straight to the construction site, demanding a halt to work so their brother could pass. The local construction team refused to work. Building a simple bridge would take at least six or seven days, and after he arrived, dismantling and clearing the bridge would take another ten days. A significant portion of their work involved underwater operations, and even though it was the dry season and the water level was low, even these swimmers worked very hard.

Moreover, the work was delayed by nearly twenty days. If the project could not be completed before the flood season, all their efforts would be in vain.

The two sides faced off, neither side yielding, and finally the Western Route Army team took control of a dozen or so foremen. Seeing that the situation was not good, several bridge builders who could swim swam to the other side to report the situation.

Many people from the county government and common people who had heard the news had rushed over from the other side. Since the people on the other side couldn't get across, they sent swimmers over to pass on the message that unless the dozen or so foremen were released, even if they were forced to build a makeshift bridge for them, as long as the people reached the other side, they would be guaranteed to be unable to leave.

Finally, the carpenter who was good at making repeating crossbows came up with an idea. They asked people to erect large pillars on both sides of the river and build a zipline by taking advantage of the high terrain on one side and the low terrain on the other.

Finally, the messenger flew across on a zipline, and the horse was left at the post station, and a new one was exchanged there. The matter was resolved, but the story was not over.