Chapter 120 Extra 1
Emperor Dayu had no such thing as wedding leave. He had to go to work and court the day after his wedding. This was the rule set by his ancestors. Jiang Xing felt that this rule was inhumane and must be changed. But on second thought, he would not be able to enjoy the benefits if it was changed, and it would only benefit future emperors. So forget it, he couldn't be the only one to suffer.
After the court is adjourned, it is time for the cabinet to hold meetings in the Qinzheng Hall. Jiang Xing sat on the dragon chair, resisting the urge to sleep, and listened to the ministers talk about the unresolved issues from the morning court one by one.
Li Chan asked, "Your Majesty, Jizhou Governor Jie Kejin has submitted a petition requesting additional military pay. How should we respond?"
Jiang Xing asked: "Why does he want to increase the military pay?"
"Xie Kejin suggested that there have been frequent disturbances in the northern border, and Jizhou has no choice but to recruit soldiers and prepare for the worst."
Jiang Xing said nonchalantly, "What Xie Kejin meant is that the King of the Northern Territory has rebelled again?"
Li Chan said cautiously: "I dare not speak nonsense."
"The King of the Northern Territory and Jingchun are living a good life in the Northern Territory. They have no reason to rebel. Even if they wanted to rebel, they could have taken advantage of the fierce battle between the imperial court and the Western Xia two years ago. Why wait until today?" Jiang Xing sneered, "I think Jie Kejin was frightened by Qian Xiyuan's fall. With the lessons learned from the past, he knows the importance of soldiers, money and food, so he shamelessly asked me for military pay."
In Dayu, the governor was the governor of a state and also the highest local official. Jizhou is the first of the Nine Provinces, bordering the northern border and has a vast territory. Xie Kejin had been entrenched in Jizhou for many years. He was so powerful and had his own army that the imperial court had to be on guard against him.
Li Chan asked: "Your Majesty means... not to give it?"
Jiang Xing thought for a moment, twirling an inkless pen in his hand, and said, "Xie Kejin may not really have any wrong thoughts. He may just be a little scared. If we don't give him the money, it might alert him. If we want to keep him stable, we still have to show some appreciation, but we can't let him get his way." Jiang Xing stopped twirling the pen abruptly, "Pass on my order. Let the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue discuss and come up with a suitable amount - we can't give nothing, but we can't give all of it either."
Li Chan said: "I obey your order."
After Li Chan left, Queen Nan'an stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, there was a severe drought in Xuzhou last year. As soon as winter came, famine broke out. A large number of victims were displaced and had no food to eat. Do you think we should allocate grain to the disaster relief as soon as possible?"
Jiang Xing frowned and said, "Go ahead, and exempt Xuzhou's land tax for another three years."
Then, the Imperial Censor came to complain: "Your Majesty, the eldest son of the Minister of Rites was in a men's brothel in the capital the other day. He got into a fight with the ninth son of the Wen family over a young prostitute. Both of them came from high-ranking families and were sons of high-ranking officials. They actually did such an indecent and vulgar thing. The impact is extremely bad. I hope Your Majesty will punish them severely."
The part of the censor's complaint was slightly less important than other matters, so Jiang Xing took a break, opened a blank memorial book, wrote the words "Baby, what are you doing", and handed the memorial book to Xiao Songzi. Xiao Songzi understood what he meant and walked away with the memorial in his hand.
Jiang Xing asked the censor: "Who did you just say started a fight?"
"The eldest son of the Minister of Rites and the ninth son of the Wen family."
Jiang Xingqi asked, "Aren't these two people on good terms? I remember they grew up together as childhood sweethearts."
The censor said solemnly, "Your Majesty is wise. The brothers who were once as close as brothers turned against each other for a man, disregarding their former friendship and verbally abusing each other. Beauty misleads people, and men are the source of disaster. The ancients were right."
Jiang Xing yawned and pretended not to understand the censor's implication: "Who started it first?"
The censor hesitated for a moment and said, "According to what I have learned, it was Master Wen Jiu who started the fight first. But Master Wen Jiu said that he didn't hit the Shangshu's eldest son very hard, he just touched him, but the Shangshu's eldest son hit him really hard..."
Jiang Xing felt angry and amused, and suddenly felt like he had become a teacher in a children's school. "They don't necessarily have turned against each other. I think it's more like a child throwing a tantrum."
The Imperial Censor said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, these two people are over sixteen years old, they are not young anymore! Your Majesty, do you think they are innocent?"
Censors are always outspoken, so Jiang Xing was not angry. He raised his hand and signaled the censor to calm down: "Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't say I won't punish them. However, these two people don't hold official positions, so I can only punish their fathers. The Minister of Rites and Duke Wen have failed to educate their children and grandchildren properly. They will be fined half a year's salary and 1,000 taels of silver each to fill the national treasury."
After being busy for an hour, we finally finished discussing everything that needed to be discussed. The rain in June, the wind in July...all the beautiful things in the world are not as good as the words "We are leaving" from you, my ministers.
Except, of course, his beautiful wife.
As soon as the ministers left, Jiang Xing's solemn sitting posture quickly collapsed, and he slumped lazily on the dragon chair, feeling exhausted, more tired than plowing three acres of land. Fortunately, Xiao Songzi came back from Xingqing Palace and brought him Lin Qingyu's reply.
After the emperor and empress's wedding, the empress should live in Fengyi Palace. But Jiang Xing didn't want to live separately from Lin Qingyu, so he let Lin Qingyu continue to live in Xingqing Palace and moved from the side hall to the main hall. Not to mention in the palace, even in ordinary noble families, the master and mistress have their own residences, but the emperor and the empress sleep together every day, just like a common couple.
Lin Qingyu's reply to Jiang Xing consisted of only two short words: [Hatch the eggs. 】
It turned out that he was taking care of the soon-to-be-born eldest son or daughter of the emperor. No wonder he was so perfunctory. Jiang Xing really wanted to go back and watch Lin Qingyu hatch the eggs, but he still had a lot of memorials to read.
The memorial, the memorial, the evil memorial, the eternal pain in his heart, the shackles of pain in his life.
Jiang Xing stared at the pile of things on the imperial desk, and every part of his body was in resistance. "Forget it," he said, "I'll sleep for a while and watch it later."
Xiao Songzi advised: "Your Majesty, if you delay until the evening again, the Queen will be unhappy."
Jiang Xing hesitated and said, "Then I'll wait until he falls asleep, and then watch it quietly."
Xiao Songzi had received the Queen's instructions in advance, so she had to bite the bullet and continue to advise: "Your Majesty, these memorials are all important matters selected by the cabinet, and they really cannot be delayed."
Jiang Xing: “…”
Lin Qingyu came to the Qinzheng Palace and asked Xiao Songzi who was guarding outside: "Where is the emperor?"
Xiao Songzi smiled bitterly: "The emperor..."
Seeing Xiao Songzi's expression, Lin Qingyu probably guessed it. When he walked into the inner hall, he saw Jiang Xing lying on the imperial desk. He seemed to have fallen asleep, with his face resting on his arm, on an open secret decree, and a pen in his hand.
Lin Qingyu took out the secret decree. This was a secret decree for Shen Huaishi. Jiang Xing ordered Tianyumen to go to Jizhou to secretly observe the movements of the Jizhou governor. He also said that Shen Huaishi could take a trip to the northern border to reminisce with Jingchun.
By the time Jiang Xing finished writing, his handwriting had become so twisted that it was difficult to recognize. This is enough to prove that he held on until the last moment and fell asleep because he could not bear it anymore.
Lin Qingyu took off his fox fur coat and covered Jiang Xing with it.
Jiang Xing woke up slowly after his arms became numb. He opened his eyes and saw Lin Qingyu standing in front of the imperial desk, writing something with a pen. After the wedding, in order to show the royal style, Lin Qingyu wore mostly gorgeous clothes, which were extremely gorgeous and noble.
Jiang Xing propped up his head with his hands, looked at Lin Qingyu with a smile, and said after a while: "Has the queen finished hatching the eggs? Is it a prince or a princess?"
Lin Qingyu glanced at him and said, "Not so fast. It will take several days for the little venomous snake to hatch. Go to bed when you wake up. It's not good for your health to always sleep on your stomach."
"It's okay," Jiang Xing moved his shoulders twice, "I'm used to sleeping like this - what are you looking at?"
"The memorial. I'll take care of the rest for you, you go and have some rest."
"Ah, how can this be embarrassing." Jiang Xing sat on the dragon chair, used the table to gain leverage, and with a light push, he slid in front of Lin Qingyu. The dragon throne in the Qinzheng Hall was specially modified by Jiang Xing. It was equipped with four wheels underneath so that it could slide around and the height could be adjusted. "I just discovered something."
Lin Qingyu said: "Speak."
"You and Zou Ben are quite similar."
Lin Qingyu, who was standing, was much taller than Jiang Xing. Lin Qingyu looked down at him and said, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "The more I watch, the more sleepy I feel."
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "If you sleep with me less a few times, you might be able to sleep half an hour longer every day, and you won't fall asleep in the Qinzheng Palace."
Jiang Xing put on an expression of sudden enlightenment: "That makes sense, I'll try it next time."
Lin Qingyu paused, frowned and said: "But it can't be too little..."
Jiang Xing was touched by his wife's cuteness and couldn't help but ask, "Qingyu, how about a kiss?"
Lin Qingyu's heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes and said calmly: "If you want to kiss, then kiss. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Jiang Xing laughed. He was too lazy to stand up, so he put his arms around Lin Qingyu's waist, forcing him to bend down, then raised his head and kissed his lips.
This kiss gave Jiang Xing a little extra life.
After the kiss, Lin Qingyu was already sitting in his arms, her breathing was irregular, her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked like she was ready to be tasted by him, which made him completely forget about government affairs.
However, the tragedy of office workers is that even if there is a sudden and violent quarrel, work must be completed first.
Jiang Xing hugged Lin Qingyu from behind, picked up the pen resignedly, and continued to write the unfinished secret decree. Lin Qingyu recovered from his passion and asked, "You asked Shen Huaishi to go to the Northern Territory, I'm afraid it's not just for him to reminisce with Jingchun."
"I believe the King of the North will not rebel, I just want to be on the safe side. After all, I can't joke with the country." Jiang Xing thought of something, "Come to think of it, I haven't left the capital with you yet. Honey, do you want to go on a honeymoon?"
Lin Qingyu asked: "Honeymoon? What is that?"
Jiang Xing put down his pen and patiently explained to him the origin of the honeymoon.
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