As the year draws to a close, perhaps God is kind and the sky has been clear for half a month.
The streets and alleys are filled with the strong festive atmosphere of the New Year, and festive couplets with the word "Fu" are pasted on the wooden windows of the houses.
People wearing thick military coats walked around the market to buy New Year's goods.
In the shops and stalls, there are a wide variety of goods and food on display. The sounds of hawking and bargaining, mixed with the excited laughter of children, are heard one after another, making the place very lively.
Everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles, looking forward to the new year and envisioning a bright future.
Some old men who have experienced many vicissitudes of life couldn't help but sigh.
Things in this world are unpredictable!
Who could have imagined that in just less than six years, such earth-shaking changes would have taken place in the Qin Dynasty?
The cold, dry branches sprouted tender green buds and grew tough branches, full of vitality and vigor.
Completely reversed the fate of decay and decline.
Compared with other places, Xianyang, as the capital, is more lively.
Now that factories and schools have already closed for holidays, the streets and alleys are bustling with people and filled with laughter.
However, some ministers could not laugh.
It's simple. While their colleagues are taking a break and going home to reunite with their families, they are still being forced by His Majesty to work overtime.
The war is imminent and many things need to be prepared.
Matters such as military strategic planning, the manufacture of weapons and armor, the preparation and transportation of food and fodder, etc. are all of vital importance.
Therefore, this heavy burden naturally fell on the shoulders of these ministers.
Inside Zhangtai Palace.
The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified. The emperor, wearing a black and gold dragon robe and a twelve-tassel crown on his head, sat at the top.
The tassels cast tiny shadows, obscuring his stern face and making it difficult to see his expression.
He gave orders in an orderly manner, his voice deep and powerful, and his aura was intimidating without even being angry, making him irresistible.
The ministers below took the order respectfully, sometimes asking for details, sometimes discussing in silence.
As the sunlight outside grew stronger, bright light shone through the glass windows, making the hall very bright.
For three consecutive hours, the discussion did not stop.
The ministers were exhausted, their faces looked extremely tired, and they were complaining in their hearts.
Left Prime Minister Li Si and Right Prime Minister Feng Quji looked at each other, and then spoke to the emperor in unison.
"Your Majesty, it is already noon. How about we return to the palace tomorrow to discuss this matter?"
"My dear ministers, please stay in the palace for dinner. We will discuss all matters today."
Ying Zheng's expression eased slightly, his tone was gentle, but his words were not to be criticized.
New Year's Eve is approaching, and he wants to finish his government affairs as soon as possible so that he can have more free time to spend with his wife and children.
Of course, he also knew that this request was a bit unreasonable.
So, he kindly allowed the ministers to rest for a while, and ordered Zhao Gao to serve a few cups of light green tea.
Seeing this, everyone looked puzzled.
Some people couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"Your Majesty, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so bright in color?"
"This is a miraculous medicine I stumbled upon. It can relieve fatigue and refresh the mind."
Ying Zheng remained calm and explained concisely.
Without waiting for his ministers to react, he took the lead in picking up a cup and drinking it all in one gulp.
The cool and slightly sweet liquid flowed down the throat and into the stomach.
Not long after, a surge of strength surged through my limbs and bones, and the feeling of fatigue was instantly swept away.
After personally feeling the effect of the potion, Ying Zheng subconsciously clenched his fists, and a strange light flashed across his phoenix eyes.
It’s really good stuff.
It seems I need to prepare more.
On the other hand, seeing that His Majesty was leading the way, the ministers did not dare to refuse and drank the so-called magic medicine with half belief and half doubt.
They originally thought it was just some kind of medicinal soup to replenish qi and blood.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the magic medicine entered my stomach, a surge of power rushed straight to my head, and all the tiredness disappeared.
The old body seemed to have come back to life like a dead tree, bursting out with the youthful vigor and vitality, and seemed to have endless energy all over the body.
Such miraculous and extraordinary effects shocked all the ministers.
They retracted their previous doubts and were all dumbfounded and amazed.
“Incredible, incredible!”
"The name of miracle medicine is truly worthy of its name!"
"Is there really such a miraculous medicine in the world? Could it be a gift from the immortals of Penglai?"
Ying Zheng looked down at his ministers who had never seen the world, his thin lips slightly curled up, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
Well, it was indeed a gift from an immortal.
Still a beautiful fairy.
At noon, the emperor and his ministers had a simple lunch.
Without Ying Zheng's urging, the energetic ministers began to discuss state affairs, all of them with rosy faces and full of energy.
By the time the sun set, all matters had been settled.
The ministers were still not satisfied and even wanted to talk more about state affairs with His Majesty, but were ruthlessly rejected by Ying Zheng.
Humph, you really have no sense of boundaries.
His little wife is still waiting for him to come home.
Who wants to look at an old man all day long?
The cold and majestic emperor waved his sleeves, walked away like a dragon or a tiger, and left without looking back.
The ministers put down their hands awkwardly and bid farewell to His Majesty in unison.
But after they returned home, unlike their usual slow pace, they all walked briskly, more energetic than young people.
The family members almost didn't recognize their own master. They were shocked and couldn't help but murmur to themselves.
Could it be that His Majesty has bestowed upon us some miraculous elixir?
Officials are always exceptionally well-informed.
It wasn't long before the entire upper class knew the news.
Some people believe it to be true, some people treat it as a funny story, and some people are eager to try it.
From then on, even if it was not for the miracle medicine, but simply because of His Majesty's appreciation, all the officials put their best efforts and fought hard.
This situation of competing to show off made Ying Zheng very happy, and he generously rewarded some magic medicine as encouragement.
This back and forth forms a virtuous cycle.
As a result, there were fewer intrigues in the court, and officials were committed to practical work and were bound to bring their colleagues to their knees.
However, no matter how much they fight among themselves, they cannot surpass their Majesty.
After all, their emperor is a ruthless person who weighs memorials every day and does not go to bed until he has approved them all.
He can be called the king of scrolls.
Later generations of netizens calculated that the memorials reviewed by Emperor Qin Shi Huang during his reign were enough to pile up into a towering mountain.
Among all the emperors in history, he can be regarded as the most diligent.
But compared with his great talent and great achievements, diligence is just a trivial advantage.
Chu Yuening didn't know that her husband had actually set off a trend of internal competition with just a bottle of energy potion.
At this moment, she was full of leisure and elegance, and was teaching her three children to cut paper-cuts.
She held the scissors, concentrating her attention, and her fair, slender fingers shuttled across the red paper like a dancing butterfly.
Every cut is precise and neat, delicate and careful.
After a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief, put down the scissors, and gently unfolded the layers of hollowed-out red paper.
In the sunlight, a lifelike dragon quietly appeared, with its beard, scales and eyes all clearly visible.
“Wow! Longlong! Floating brew!”
Ying Luan shouted excitedly, her grape-sized eyes wide open, staring at the dragon-shaped window grilles without blinking.
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