Chapter 109: Finale (Part 1) After accepting the betrothal gift, I also need to give a name...
As expected, Luan Shuangbai, dressed in a thin green shirt, strode in from the main entrance of the bank.
"Miss, how are you?" A hint of shyness washed over his face, and he spoke more unconsciously. "I have now resigned from my official position and am free as a wild crane."
"I'm worried that you might have trouble making a living in the northern borders, so I added some money to your account."
A very literary paragraph.
I don't know how long he had been brewing this in his heart, but as soon as we met, he hurried to explain.
Guizhi'er translated it as——
Although I disappeared after the battle and deliberately let you find out that I had made a large income from the Gusu Bank, I didn't mean any other thing.
Love is just about helping the poor and the weak!
Tell lies.
"Young General, do you have anything else to say?" Guizhier blinked.
His gaze started from the top of the boy's head and scanned him down inch by inch.
It passed over his deliberately straightened chest, paused briefly at the slightly red tip of his ear, and then circled.
Finally, it landed on the boy's seemingly calm, yet tightly clenched fist.
"Ahem." Luan Shuangbai noticed it and put his hands behind his back, which revealed his inner emotions.
"Why did you choose to transfer the money to the money house in Suzhou?" Gui Zhier asked as she looked around.
"My departure without saying goodbye must have led to many speculations." Luan Shuangbai scratched his head and said sincerely, "I'm afraid you might be suspicious, so I'm just letting you know I'm safe."
Guizhier was stunned at first, then the corners of her mouth curled up.
Still has some conscience.
The shopkeeper was very considerate and personally brought a pot of steaming hot tea.
On a summer afternoon, the chirping of cicadas echoed through the dense shade. The fragrance of tea, like silk threads, lingered in the air, separating the two faces.
Guizhier nodded slightly, with a faint smile in her eyes.
The boy looked away and stroked the teacup with his fingers, as if trying to hide his nervousness.
"I heard that the false emperor issued an edict of self-criticism, clearing General Liang's name," Gui Zhier said slowly. "General, your long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, so you are retiring?"
Luan Shuangbai nodded, as if he had met a soulmate.
A general can only achieve unprecedented achievements by winning battles on the battlefield.
However, being good at war does not mean being warmongering.
The young man inherited his family's martial arts, but hoped that one day he could put his weapons into storage and his horses into the mountains, so that the world would be at peace.
"With my military achievements, even if I help His Royal Highness Prince Yue to quell the rebellion of Japanese pirates in Lingnan, I'm afraid it won't stop." Luan Shuangbai raised his chin slightly.
His eyes were bright and glittering with a hint of arrogance.
"Perhaps I will have to continue expanding the territory and spend my whole life fighting for Daliang, which is not what I want."
Moreover, His Royal Highness Prince Yue knows his background and will sooner or later attack his family and recover half of the national treasury treasures gifted by the late emperor.
By then, the new emperor will get rid of the donkey after it has served its purpose, and even Huitong Money House may not be able to be saved.
Guizhier's previous malicious speculation was not without reason.
How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?
"So, what is the lifelong wish of our invincible little general?" Guizhier teased a child, her tone full of pampering.
"I, I... don't have any official position now."
Luan Shuangbai took a deep breath.
"The family also decided to divide the property among the chief managers and live in seclusion from now on."
His voice was low but powerful.
"I only wish to accompany you in the world. I wonder if you are willing to take me with you?"
The tea mist dissipated and the hazy vision became clear.
Luan Shuangbai could hear his own heartbeat, which was pounding "boom, boom, boom". He no longer avoided it and looked at the woman opposite him with passionate eyes.
From the moment he deposited the gold coin and jade pendant into Guizhier's account, he had a vague expectation that the girl would understand his feelings.
When the girl entered Gusu, his joy grew day by day.
Unexpectedly, Guizhier visited Fengqiao Temple and strolled through Qitang Street, but she just didn't take the bait.
Luan Shuangbai felt as if his heart was being tormented by a hundred claws.
He held a half-opened crape myrtle flower, and the petals twirled between his fingertips.
"I like it——" Every time a piece was torn off, a guess came out of his throat, "I don't like it——", and the broken petals fell into the cracks of the blue bricks.
"Did Miss Gui come to see me?"
"Whew" the white horse behind him suddenly snorted.
Perhaps it had seen enough of its owner's silly look, so it blew on the petals, and the petals that had not yet fallen to the ground fluttered all over the boy's head and face.
Now that they were sitting face to face, he finally spoke frankly about his wish.
Even though fame and fortune are good in many ways, they are not as good as a beautiful woman raising her eyebrows.
"Okay." Guizhier nodded simply.
She turned the gold coin and jade pendant between her fingertips. The round jade shone with a faint watery light, which contrasted with the texture of the number pattern engraved on the gold coin.
"Since I've accepted the betrothal gift, I must also give you a legitimate status."
She smiled.
The mountains and rivers are vast, and the years are long.
The Silk Road northwest of Daliang winds towards different city-states, with camel caravans bringing back unknown spices, and mysterious ingredients are also hidden in the deep sea of Lingnan.
The map slowly unfolds, and their unique and beautiful adventure has just begun.
The next year, His Royal Highness Prince Yue led his troops south.
Hangzhou was recovered, Lingnan was pacified, and Daliang was reunified.
More than a dozen winters and summers have passed in the world.
The Grand Canal that the late emperor had planned to build between Chu and Huai has now taken shape. The captain of the ship is in charge of the movement of boats from the north to the south and is appointed as the third-rank water supervisor.
Hundreds of boats compete in the current, and thousands of sails pass by and all the trees bloom.
The civil servants and military officers who followed His Highness from the north to build the empire all had good futures.
Your Majesty is a good monarch, wise and intelligent, and decisive in his actions.
But he is used to assessing the situation and weighing the pros and cons.
After the reform of the imperial examination system, wise men with the people's livelihood at heart entered the court one after another. However, there were occasional conflicts between the ministers' suggestions and the emperor's policies.
Eryafang in the capital.
A cluster of early cherry blossoms is blooming wildly in the mansion garden.
"I respectfully submit:
Two years ago, the strict ruler abandoned me, but Your Majesty spared me from returning home to observe the mourning period. Now, thanks to Your Majesty's wise decision, the rivers and seas are peaceful, and the people are prosperous."
The man gently rolled up the cuffs of his dark purple official uniform and wrote with a flourish of his brush.
He was about forty years old and had a gaunt face.
Although there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes, they cannot hide her focused expression when she picks up the pen.
"I cannot rest in peace night and day, thinking of my ancestors' graves buried in the northern border. I implore Your Majesty to have pity on my deep filial piety and allow me to return home temporarily to pay respects to my ancestors."
The handwriting on the paper stands tall like a green pine tree, exuding a solemn and elegant charm.
The man straightened his back and his expression became more solemn.
However, after standing for a long time, my left ankle became numb and tingling, and I had to reach out for the bamboo stick.
"Master, please take a rest." The servant stepped forward quickly and held him firmly. "The Minister of Revenue, Lord Ma, is here to visit."
"Ma Lu?"
The man put down his pen, a look of surprise on his face.
This Lord Ma Luma, who is over fifty years old, was just an unknown Minister of the Ministry of Revenue in the previous dynasty.
But he had a keen eye and decisively devoted himself to the career of following the dragon.
Thanks to his contribution in supporting His Royal Highness Prince Yue, he was able to rise rapidly.
Everyone in the court knew that Minister Ma loved money like his life, and his house was full of gold and silver.
However, he was well versed in the ways of officialdom and had a deep understanding of the emperor's intentions, so his career was smooth and worry-free for many years.
But...the two of them rarely interact in private.
"It's still chilly in spring, and Lord Ma, why have you taken the trouble to come to my house? What brings you here?" The man went out to greet the guest, bowing slightly.
"Hahahaha, brother Wen Jing, Ying Yuxuan is becoming more and more elegant." Ma Lu said with a smile, his thick lips opening and closing, and two dark circles deep in his eye sockets.
He walked through the hanging flower gate with his hands behind his back and slowly landed on the Huanghuali armchair.
"The imperial edict to reflect on one's mistakes behind closed doors is nothing more than an angry remark." Ma Lu took a sniff of his teacup. "Why, my dear brother, have you been absent from the court for days?"
As the steam from the tea rose, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
It’s no big deal.
The current emperor wants to issue a policy to emphasize agriculture and suppress commerce. A group of civil servants, led by Wang Pu, have written letters to the emperor to dissuade him, saying that this policy has drawbacks and may not be a good idea.
This made the emperor angry, and he scolded Wang Pu in court.
"My dear brother, if I leave the court, I fear that I will be slandered by others and lose the favor of the emperor."
Ma Lu took a sip of tea and shook his head.
In his opinion, these literati were just fooling around.
Since His Majesty implemented the land tax reform, he has always emphasized light taxes and levies, and has always cared about agriculture. Now he just wants to suppress the influence of merchants, so what's wrong with that?
Don’t fail to be an official and become like “Chu Huai Xie Lang”!
Disagreeing with the emperor's will, he resigned and retired, devoting himself to nature. This allowed the eldest son of the Xie family to take advantage and eventually take the upper hand.
Those who have different ideals cannot work together.
Wang Pu's neck was tense.
"Forget it, forget it. I'm not here to debate right and wrong." Ma Lu looked at Wang Pu's stubborn expression and waved his hand.
He came to deliver a message on behalf of the Saint.
"Your Majesty has read your petition requesting to return home to visit your family. Your petition is approved!"
Stop writing letters three times a day.
Annoying.
"His Majesty has specially decreed that after you return to the northern border, you must go to a certain place—"
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