"Master, the Emperor has just sent a letter asking you to bring your wife to court. It seems something interesting will happen today."
"Take her?"
Zhou Yunshen turned his head and saw that the person on the bed had nothing to hug, so he pulled out his pillow and hugged it.
Her posture reminded him of an animal he had once seen in the woods.
What’s it called…it seems to be a sloth.
I poked it, but it didn't move at all.
"Master, do you want to refuse His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty wouldn't be so idle as to issue such a secret order. Pack a set of clothes for Madam and ask Sanhua to follow."
Zhou Yunshen pulled the pillow, but it didn't move at all.
He held Jiang Shuyue's hand and put it into his chest, coaxing her softly, "Dear, it's more comfortable here, come here."
So comfortable~~so soft~~big size bread!
Jiang Shuyue closed her eyes and climbed up the pole instinctively, hanging steadily on Zhou Yunshen's body.
Qiye was stunned.
In some ways, the lady is also gifted.
Qiye brought clothes and said, "Master, let Madam put on her clothes before going out."
Zhou Yunshen glanced at the thin clothes and coat: "No need."
He gently pulled the thin blanket to wrap her up, and asked someone to put on the pearl hairpins and bracelets, and also brought a few hot meat buns for her to eat on the way.
Since the marriage, the busiest place in the Marquis's Mansion has been the small kitchen. The fire has been burning for ten out of twelve hours.
The servants prepared everything and the carriage moved slowly forward.
When Jiang Shuyue woke up again, her clothes and hairpins had been dressed up. She opened her eyes in a daze and found that the arms were still the familiar arms, but there was an extra meat bun in her hand, and a group of uncles appeared in front of her.
Jiang Shuyue: […This is…Fuck, I was sleepwalking? Huahua, why didn't you wake me up? Oh my god, I actually sleepwalked to the throne room and was eating a bun there… Fresh meat? Fortunately, it's not pickled vegetables, which would be too smelly and low-quality.]
Huahua was helpless: "I called you, almost shaking you by the neck, but you were too sound asleep. You woke up only because your stomach was growling with hunger, and the villain brought out some buns. This is the second bun, you already finished the first one."
Jiang Shuyue tried hard to recall, but could not remember anything.
She could only remember that the big loaf of bread in her dream felt good.
Huahua: [The bread you were thinking of was the villain's double doors. Last night, you gnawed on his chest, leaving a bunch of marks. "Horrible" is the most apt description.]
Jiang Shuyue turned her head and saw the handsome face of the villain.
Her little heart couldn't bear the 10,000-point handsome attack so early in the morning.
For some unknown reason, he reached out and took a third of the big meat bun.
"It's still hot, do you want to eat it?"
Zhou Yunshen curved his eyes and smiled, and in a very soft voice, he pushed the meat bun back to her mouth.
"Eat it, but eat slowly so you don't choke. There's also soy milk here."
Jiang Shuyue took a sip of soy milk: [Freshly ground soy milk is great, rich and refreshing with no additives! ...Huahua, why do I feel like everyone is looking at me? Is it my imagination?]
Huahua: [Maybe they envy you for having food to eat, a meat cushion to sit on, and soy milk to drink. They just drink rice soup in the morning before going to court.]
Jiang Shuyue sighed sympathetically: "Are all the important officials in the imperial court so poor? They only have rice soup at home so early in the morning. How pitiful."
The ministers pursed their lips speechlessly.
I drink rice soup not because I’m poor, but because I don’t dare to eat too much!
What if you have diarrhea, need to go to the toilet, or fart on the spot?
You'll be beheaded if I blink, okay?
Huahua scanned a person in the front row and said, "He's not that poor."
Everyone: System, you finally spoke some sensible words.
Huahua's next words made them gasp.
Huahua: [The Minister of Revenue is very wealthy. He and the Vice Minister of War are relatives. They're planning to make a killing in this military selection. The Vice Minister of War is secretly arranging the people, and the Minister of Revenue is helping to use his connections to collect the money.]
[They both forged the letter in advance, so that if the truth ever came to light, they could pin the blame on Zhao Qing.]
Jiang Shuyue: [If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. If you want to live a good life, you must have money in your pocket. But harming others for a small amount of money is not a good idea.]
Huahua: [Host, in the top 20 of the martial arts selection, follow General Cha as his personal disciple.]
The top ten can be directly promoted to captains of a hundred households, and the top three have a chance to become captains of a thousand households. Many people spend their entire lives trying to get a captain or a soldier, but these two titles are still very tempting.
[By the way, the top 20 will receive 100,000 taels of silver, the top 10 will receive 200,000 taels of silver, and the top 3 will receive 500,000 taels of silver. Note: This isn't necessarily a fixed price; it may include additional fees.]
The meat residue in Jiang Shuyue's mouth almost flew out in shock.
[Fuck, this is... a lot of silver! Do these two old guys need money to buy a grave? They are so greedy, aren't they afraid that those warriors will dig up their ancestral graves?]
Zhou Yunshen didn’t know whether others were digging or not.
But he knew that the emperor now wanted to dig up the ancestral graves of the Vice Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue.
The civil and military selections are related to the future of the Great Zhou.
How could he tolerate these two thieves making money from this?
But now there is no evidence, and he can't just speak his mind.
King Huai understood his brother's pleading look and immediately said, "Brother, the military selection will be held in half a month. I think we should do something different this year."
"What is King Huai's opinion?"
"My Great Zhou martial arts selection is not looking for warriors, but for generals. Otherwise, if a fool as strong as an ox can be promoted to a captain, what will others think?"
"I think the first round will be the same as usual, the second round will be a test of military tactics, the third round will be based on the first round to select those with strong martial arts skills, the fourth round will be the same as usual, the fifth round will be a battle drill with troops, and the sixth round will be a palace competition. The overall results will be used to judge. This way, we will definitely be able to select talented generals."
The Emperor was about to nod when the Minister of Revenue panicked, "Your Highness, this is wrong. Conventionally, only martial arts competitions were required. But with so many additional tests, as Your Highness suggests, how much manpower and resources would be required? Has Your Highness Prince Huai calculated this?"
King Huai snorted coldly: "At most, it's only 70,000 or 80,000 taels. Compared with tens of millions of taels, it's nothing."
The Minister of Revenue was stunned and had a bad feeling in his heart.
He thought about it and was sure that what he had done was perfect and would definitely not be discovered.
The same is true for the Vice Minister of War.
He stood up and said, "I think what Minister Li said is absolutely right. Changing the rules now will definitely cause panic among the people. This is not appropriate."
Jiang Shuyue: [What's wrong with that? It's just an additional written test, a palace examination, and a drill. If they can't even complete that, why are they still selecting generals? They can just go back to being soldiers.]
The emperor nodded. "I want capable men, not heavy-lifting warriors. Do you think talent is less valuable than tens of thousands of taels of silver?"
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