The emperor laughed.

"Now that you mention it, it's been so long, I really don't feel that angry anymore." He thought for a moment and said, "No matter what, he fought for the country for so many years. Maybe I didn't do well in some way, which made him dissatisfied. As long as he is willing to come back..."

"Your Majesty." Huang Cheng shouted anxiously and stepped forward to salute.

The emperor laughed again.

"Yes, yes, I won't say any more." He said, "These national laws were passed down by our ancestors. I can't play with them."

"Your Majesty is wise."

This time, Huang Cheng and Ning Yunzhao bowed and spoke together.

"However, I still hope not to see him again." The emperor said with a smile and glanced at Huang Cheng.

For Ning Yunzhao, these words were a response to the good news, and Ning Yunzhao also laughed.

But for Huang Cheng, it naturally has another meaning.

Yes, Your Majesty, Zhu Shan will definitely not come back alive.

He bowed without speaking.

"It seems to be snowing even harder outside." The emperor's eyes were full of smiles. "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. We can have a good New Year this year."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something and looked solemn.

"Pay attention to disaster prevention and do not allow people affected by heavy snow to be displaced."

Huang Cheng bowed and saluted.

"Your Majesty, rest assured." He said, raising his head with a smile on his face, "I was just about to tell you a piece of good news. Shanxi Deshengchang donated 1 million taels of silver to be used for resettlement of winter snow disaster victims, especially for the resettlement of refugees from the north who have been assigned to various places."

The emperor looked surprised.

"That's really good news." He stood up and said, and sighed, "This Deshengchang is really a family that accumulates kindness."

"I am worthy of your Majesty's kindness in writing the inscription and presenting the plaque." Huang Cheng said with a smile.

The emperor nodded and raised his hand to signal the eunuch.

"Come here, I want to give Deshengchang another word of blessing as a reward." He said.

The emperor's gift was delivered to the Fang family in Yangcheng at the fastest speed through the increasingly heavy snow.

The Fang family had been setting off firecrackers with deafening gongs and drums for half a day. Behind the thick curtains, in the warm room as warm as spring, Fang Chengyu, wearing a thick hat, looked intently at the big red word "Fu" on the desk. The emperor's seal on it was particularly conspicuous.

Shopkeeper Gao was also looking at the word "Fu", but there was no smile on his face.

"This is not a blessing at all," he murmured. "This is a death sentence."

He said and looked at Fang Chengyu.

"Young Master, you also understood what the official said just now, right? What do you think we should do?"

Fang Chengyu looked so focused that he seemed not to have heard what he said, so Manager Gao had to raise his voice.

"Oh, what did you say?" Fang Chengyu reached out and took off his hat, then took off the two furry ear covers under the hat, looked at the shopkeeper Gao and asked.

Shopkeeper Gao looked at him speechlessly.

Everyone thought Fang Chengyu was wearing a hat in the house because he was weak, but they didn't expect that he was actually covering his ears.

Could it be that he didn't listen to a word of what the officials from Taiyuan Prefecture said when they sent the emperor to present gifts?

"Too noisy." Fang Chengyu smiled slightly. "Besides, those officials always say the same thing. Just smile and nod."

"Master, this nod means another 10,000 taels of silver have gone out," said the shopkeeper Gao with a sigh. "They say it's a loan, but I don't think they have any intention of paying it back."

Fang Chengyu said "oh".

"It's fine if it's gone, but at least it's used to resettle the disaster victims, not wasted." He said, and smiled at the word "Fu". "Maybe it can be replaced with a more auspicious word."

That's useless. They are businessmen. What they want is to get rich. If they can't make money, the words given by the gods are just a piece of waste paper.

Manager Gao looked anxious.

"Also, those businessmen have come to borrow money again recently," he said.

Fang Chengyu said "oh".

"Then let it go according to the rules." He said nonchalantly, "It's not like we haven't let it go before."

It was common practice for the bank to lend money and earn interest, and Manager Gao was very familiar with it, but he still frowned.

"I think it's strange that these people come here," he said. "More importantly, we don't have that much money now."

Firstly, the family was divided, and secondly, some money was loaned out during the division, and the amount was not small.

"I'm afraid I'll go bankrupt," he said. "Young Master, if I go bankrupt and there's a squeeze, Deshengchang will be..."

He looked at Fang Chengyu, who had a gloomy expression, his brows full of deep thought.

He didn't dare to interrupt and waited for a moment before continuing to ask.

"Master, what do you think?" he asked.

Fang Chengyu sighed lightly.

"I think nine years old is okay," he said.

After thinking for a long time, was he thinking about women? Manager Gao was speechless for a while.

Fang Chengyu sat down, resting his hand on his chin and sighing again.

"This year has been really tough," he said.

Manager Gao also sighed.

"Young Master, think carefully about what to do with the current situation. If you can figure out how to deal with it, we can still have a good year this year." He advised.

Fang Chengyu shook his head without even thinking.

"I'm in a bad mood and don't want to think about anything else," he said.

Is that something else? That is a matter of life and death for Deshengchang. My young master, Manager Gao rolled his eyes helplessly. This year is indeed not easy.

No matter whether it is easy or difficult, the pace of the New Year quickens after entering the Rama. Even in a deserted house on the road, one can hear the continuous sound of firecrackers outside.

Walking on the gravel road, Princess Jiuli stopped as she heard the sound of firecrackers coming from afar.

"How about we set off some firecrackers too?" she said to the maid behind her.

The maids always obeyed Princess Jiuli's orders and nodded with a smile when they heard them.

"Yes, yes," they said.

Some people turned around.

"I'll go get some firecrackers," she said.

Princess Jiuli pointed forward.

"That's the best open space over there," she said, strolling over. Just as she reached a hut that was within her sight, she said, "Is there another hut here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman walked out of the hut. When they saw each other, they were both startled.

"Hello, Princess." The woman bowed her head.

"This is..." asked Princess Jiuli.

"This is a flower shed," the woman replied.

When Princess Jiuli heard the word "flower shed", her expression froze for a moment.

"We actually walked this far." She said, sighing and turning around, "It's too cold, let's go back and play another day."

The maids hurriedly responded and surrounded Princess Jiuli and turned around.

The two maids who lagged behind looked at each other, then turned back to look at the flower shed.

"What's wrong?" a maid asked in a low voice.

"This is the flower shed of the Nine-Year-Old Princess." Another whispered, "The princess may be afraid of being hurt by the sight."

The maidservant suddenly realized what was happening and fell silent. However, she couldn't help but look back, but she saw that the woman who walked out of the flower shed was no longer in sight.

"Is there a new flower girl in the flower shed? I've never seen this one before." She said to herself.

"So what if it's changed?" said another maid, "Everyone in the family has been replaced by a new one."

That's right, the maidservant lowered her head and stopped talking, then quickly followed Princess Jiuli in front of her.

“The New Year is coming soon.”

Lu Yunqi said as he walked down the stairs and put down the lunch box in his hand.

Miss Jun looked at him carrying the lunch box, which was much bigger than usual.

Lu Yunqi opened the food box, took out a grill, a charcoal basin, and then a half-cooked leg of lamb.

"Our habit." He said, smiling at Miss Jun.

She likes to eat roast lamb legs and likes to roast them herself.

Miss Jun looked at the furnishings in front of her, her expression still indifferent.

"My habit," she said, "is my and my master's habit."

Lu Yunqi lowered his head and skillfully picked up the leg of lamb.

"Well," he said, "it's my habit."

She follows the habits acquired by her master, and he follows hers and acquires his habits.

The lamb leg was already roasted, and it was just heated up here, and the aroma soon spread.

Lu Yunqi set the plate and picked up the knife.

Miss Jun's gaze fell on the knife in his hand.

A medium-sized dagger slashed sharply across the lamb leg, cutting off a piece of meat.

"Untie my hands and let me eat it myself." she said suddenly.

Now when Lu Yunqi comes, he will untie her legs and feet and let her walk back and forth here, but her hands will always be tied.

Lu Yunqi didn't look up and concentrated on slicing the mutton.

"Don't think about taking my knife," he said. "Don't even think about it."

He raised his head.

"You think you can hurt the people you hate with these, but they can hurt you too."

He is right.

If she kills him now, she will definitely not have a good ending.

Even if there are thousands of excuses, Lu Yunqi is an indispensable person that the emperor relies on, and she is now the thorn in the emperor's side.

Just like when she killed the emperor, the knife has an edge and is sharp. If it hurts others, it will inevitably hurt herself.

Especially when facing someone who is stronger and more dominant than you.

Lu Yunqi picked up a piece of mutton, put down the knife and pinched her mouth.

"I won't let them hurt you again," he said.