On a sunny afternoon, the ice and snow melted and the spring scenery became bright.
At this moment, the little fan's heart was broken into eight pieces.
Meng Tian looked up in a trance. The talented man and beautiful woman were showing their affection to each other, just like an ordinary couple.
He could never have imagined that the affectionate man in front of him was actually his emperor who was not interested in women and was obsessed with his great cause.
Even though he had heard about the deep love between the emperor and empress, he never took it seriously.
Because he has followed Your Majesty for many years, he knows very well that Your Majesty has a firm mind and great ambitions, and it is impossible for him to indulge in love.
However, what he saw with his own eyes made it impossible for him to deceive himself any longer.
"Mengqing, follow me to Pan Palace."
Just as Meng Tian's mind was wavering, a cold and steady voice woke him up.
He stood up suddenly, his mind cleared up instantly, and he answered quickly, but there was still a hint of trance in his eyes.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
How perceptive was Ying Zheng? He had noticed something was wrong with his favorite minister, but he was too lazy to explain.
His love for Yue Ning is open and honest and there is no need to hide it.
He was not a pedantic person who was bound by worldly principles, otherwise he would not have become the First Emperor who unified the world.
In addition, he did not think that love would shake his ambition.
Anyone who shifts the blame onto a woman can only be called a coward.
Meng Tian followed His Majesty closely, gazing at the majestic figure, and his anxious heart finally settled down.
"Your Majesty, you are a noble dragon. Why don't you ride in a sedan chair?"
After walking for a while, he looked at the long road, his face full of confusion, and couldn't help asking.
Ying Zheng did not stop, his steps were steady and powerful, and he answered slowly.
"Sitting for a long time is harmful to your health, walking is good for your health."
He was a self-disciplined person and had never neglected his martial arts for more than twenty years, firstly to protect himself and secondly to strengthen his body and prolong his life.
Moreover, ever since he heard Yue Ning's concern that "men will gain weight in middle age", his sense of crisis has become even stronger, and he has paid more attention to exercise and health care.
So no matter how busy he was, he never forgot to take time to go to the martial arts field.
After all, in the future, Ying Zheng didn't want his young wife to be attracted by some young men with greasy hair and powdered faces.
Meng Tian had always taken the emperor's words seriously, so he had no idea he had been fooled. Now he was still foolishly agreeing with him.
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. The men of the capital city are indeed not as strong as the men of the border."
Thinking back to the burly men...er, and women in Jiuyuan County, he agreed deeply.
Then he thought of the future crown prince, and couldn't help feeling concerned, so he was very interested in finding out the situation.
"Your Majesty, does the young prince have a martial arts master?"
"I already have one. He was last year's martial arts champion."
Ying Zheng replied calmly, his face stern and serious, but without any sign of anger.
If it were someone else, he would definitely suspect that he had ulterior motives, but if it was Meng Tian, he would just think that he was just honest.
The Meng family is full of loyal and brave people. Moreover, among all the officials in the court, the Meng brothers are among the most loyal.
"Alas, what a pity! I was originally planning to ask for your permission."
"No problem. When the prince is ready to study, let him go to the border to gain some experience."
"Then I will take good care of the prince."
Meng Tian immediately smiled happily, all the disappointment in his heart disappeared, and he looked so happy as if he had received a great reward from heaven.
Even though teaching the prince and becoming the future emperor's tutor would indeed bring honor to his family, he simply wanted to repay His Majesty.
When Your Majesty sent him to lead an army of 300,000 in the north to attack the Xiongnu, there were voices of opposition in the court, as everyone was worried that he would become too powerful with his own troops.
But His Majesty appointed him despite the opposition of his ministers and bestowed upon them the supreme grace of the emperor. As the saying goes, a gentleman will die for his friend, and Meng Tian must do his best to repay his friend.
The king and his minister chatted as they walked, and they had a very pleasant conversation. The unfamiliarity that had separated them for several years gradually dissipated, and the scene of harmony between the king and his minister was presented.
After arriving at Pan Palace, Meng Tian looked at the magical object in front of him in shock and exclaimed in disbelief.
"This...is this a sandbox?"
At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Queen wanted them to come here to discuss.
Ying Zheng nodded calmly in affirmation, then quickly and decisively operated the light screen and began to simulate a battle.
Seeing His Majesty's serious expression, Meng Tian immediately suppressed his surprise, looked serious, and concentrated on the practice.
While the king and his ministers were secretly discussing the war, Chu Yuening was arranging the oath-taking banquet.
In ancient times, before sending out troops to fight, a swearing-in ceremony would usually be held, and soldiers and ministers would be entertained to boost morale.
The war is about to begin, and Meng Tian is the commander-in-chief, so he should be given a grand reception to show the royal family's respect.
"Order the Imperial Food Bureau to prepare the banquet for tonight."
"Also, send the invitations to the homes of the ministers as quickly as possible."
Chu Yuening prepared various matters in an orderly manner, with a dignified face and steady tone, showing the demeanor of a mother of the country.
"As you command, my lady."
The female officials replied respectfully, accepted the order one by one, and walked out quickly.
At dusk, in the Meng Mansion.
Meng Wu held the invitation and looked at it carefully, the wrinkles between his brows became deeper and deeper. After reading it, he slammed the table and roared angrily.
"You little bastard, you're so brave!"
"After becoming a general, have you become too proud of yourself?"
"Master, what happened?"
"But what trouble did Tiantian and Yier get into?"
Mrs. Meng looked at the furious master and had no time to comfort him. She hurriedly asked about the child's condition with great concern.
Meng Wu handed the invitation to his wife, feeling very angry and wanted to express himself.
"Look at that little bastard Meng Tian. He left his post without your Majesty's order. How disgraceful!"
"Oh, sir, His Majesty didn't punish Tiantian. The Queen even hosted a banquet for him."
"You are a kind mother who spoils her son. Tomorrow those imperial censors will definitely report him to the court."
"Alas, it is only because Your Majesty is magnanimous and broad-minded. If it were any other king, how could he tolerate such a presumptuous minister?"
Meng Wu shook his head and sighed, his weathered face showing both fear and relief.
Since ancient times, there are countless examples of running dogs being cooked, cunning rabbits dying, good bows being hidden, and birds flying away.
Even famous generals like Bai Qi and Li Mu, who had outstanding military achievements, were not they forced to death by their monarchs in the end?
The ministers’ mistakes are not due to their loyalty. The first mistake is that their prestige and support among the people are greater than that of the monarch. The second mistake is that they become complacent and make the monarch wary of them.
"Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the monarch. If the monarch disapproves of this, no matter how much the ministers try to restrain themselves and observe propriety, they will still be doomed to death."
"Your Majesty loves his subjects and is trustworthy. He will not be petty."
Although Mrs. Meng was not familiar with state affairs, she was a young lady from a noble family. She was well-versed in poetry and literature, understood the principles of life, and looked at problems more thoroughly than ordinary people.
Meng Wu was choked by the retort and shut up awkwardly. After thinking for a while, he found that what his wife said seemed to make some sense.
Was Bai Qi disloyal? Was Li Mu disrespectful? Didn't they both end up with regrets?
The bottom line is that we didn't meet a good monarch.
Mrs. Meng held the exquisite invitation in her hand, feeling a little hesitant, but when she recalled the vague voice and smile of her child, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind.
"Master, I want to go to the banquet too."
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