Chapter 61 They are indeed a couple. They are indeed a couple.
After leaving the Military Arsenal, Ye Jindian went straight to the clinic.
There are not many people in the clinic today, only three or five people waiting nearby.
She lay by the door, stuck her head out and looked at Wei Chulan who was sitting in the middle hall.
She only showed up after the latest batch of patients had left and the other person had some free time to drink water.
Wei Chulan finished half a cup of tea and put the celadon cup aside: "Miss Ye, are you here to see Manman?"
Xie Ling, whose courtesy name was Minru and nickname was Manman.
"Yes." Ye Jindian suppressed the sharp edge that had inadvertently appeared in front of the prison guard just now, and was exceptionally gentle and polite. "I wonder if the Second Madam is here?"
Wei Chulan winked at the back hall.
Ye Jindian bowed and said, "Thank you very much."
He straightened his waist, walked as fast as the wind, and left the room filled with the bitter aroma of medicine.
She walked so lightly that neither Xie Zhaoming nor Xie Ling heard the sound of her footsteps.
It wasn't until the bright light in the room dimmed that he turned his eyes to look over.
Xie Ling's face changed, and he turned over and hid behind the couch.
Xie Zhaoming raised his forehead and rubbed it vigorously, feeling a bit of a headache. "Ms. Ye, my little sister doesn't like strangers. I hope you won't force her."
This has happened several times!
"Excuse me," Ye Jindian bowed demurely and said seriously, "I just wanted to tell her that the last time I saw her weapon blueprints, it was like seeing a pearl. This time, I just don't want it to remain in obscurity, so I came to pay my respects."
Xie Zhaoming lightly tapped the cup with cracked ice patterns with his fingers.
She changes her wording every day, thank goodness she has the patience and literary talent to do so.
He chuckled softly, "Miss Ye, I've served His Majesty for many years, yet I've never used my younger sister's blueprints to curry favor with him. Do you know why?"
Ye Jindian knew that he was very eloquent, so she didn't want to argue with him and simply changed the subject.
"I don't know about that." She looked at the vague figure behind the screen sitting on the couch and said, "I just don't know, Mr. Xie, do you know how much the Second Lady likes the weapon atlas?"
Xie Zhaoming laughed.
This person is just like Zhang Zimei, always doing things in an unconventional way.
But he still followed her words and said, "If you don't even know this, how can you be worthy of being a brother?"
Ye Jindian suddenly smiled: "Then I believe Mr. Xie is also very clear that there are not many opportunities for women in this world. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find another one in the future."
Only in times of chaos and when the world is just beginning to settle down, when everything is lacking, will people not care about suspicions about men and women.
But once the world is pacified, the pedantic and sour Confucian scholars will start to pick on the rules again, and they would like to tie people to a pillar with the rules and use them to make them into wooden sculptures.
Xie Zhaoming privately thought that the emperor and empress would not do that.
When they conquered the world, their goal was to build a prosperous dynasty that would attract tributes from all nations.
A pedantic and closed dynasty cannot attract pilgrimages from all over the world.
However, he couldn't help but think that the emperor's mind was unpredictable. What if His Majesty became confused when he got old?
"Besides, I just want Second Lady to help me with some advice. Second Lady can also listen to me through a screen like you are doing now, and you don't have to pay attention to me. You just need to draw the blueprint and let Mr. Xie convey it." Ye Jindian took a step back and said, "If that doesn't work, I will write down the problem I encountered on paper and let Mr. Xie help convey it. Second Lady can just talk to me with pen and ink, and she doesn't even need to see my shadow. Is that okay?"
After saying that, she waited patiently for a while.
“Knock knock—”
The screen was knocked.
Xie Zhaoming raised his eyes and looked at Ye Jindian with some surprise.
Last time, my younger sister took the initiative to ask for something for the spring pancake in her hand, and this time, because of her, she was actually willing to interact with others...
He sighed inwardly and said, "Okay, then if Miss Ye has any questions, you can go back first..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Jindian took out a thick letter from her cloth bag and handed it forward with both hands.
Xie Zhaoming: “…”
He finally understood why Zhang Zimei had been so tightly controlled in the past.
Ye Jindian smiled slightly: "Thank you for your help."
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"No need to bother."
"But I can't control this matter."
"Bang!"
The pages of the book slipped from Zhang Min's hands.
He looked up along the handle of the fan that was pressing down on him, and met Xie Zhaoming's face, which always maintained a decent smile.
Smiling Face said in a gentle tone: "You are her husband, how can you not control it?"
Zhang Min let go, leaned back in his armchair, and asked him, "You are also Madam Lan's husband. Why don't you tell me how you usually manage your wife?"
Xie Zhaoming: "...My wife would never do something that would cause such a headache."
"Hmm." Zhang Min replied casually, "I understand. After all, she can directly give people a headache."
Looking back to the past, this guy was not married yet.
His legs haven't fully recovered yet, so he has to spend his days in a wheelchair.
When the chosen one fell into the mire, countless people came to laugh at him. But after returning home, these people all experienced various symptoms such as dizziness, vomiting, diarrhea, headaches, etc.
After checking, he found out that Wei Chulan was venting her anger on him and was deliberately doing something bad.
Xie Zhaoming swung his folding fan and said with a confident tone, "So what? Are you jealous?"
Zhang Min: “Heh.”
It's like everyone has a wife who loves him.
He reached out and straightened the peach branches on the corner of the table, his expression becoming more tender and gentle.
Xie Zhaoming: “…”
I really can't stand his eternally innocent look.
"Stop talking nonsense. I didn't ask you to come to the Prime Minister's residence to accuse me, nor did I ask you to show off." Zhang Min withdrew his hand, his expression changing in an instant. He threw the confession and clues to him, "Since you are also involved in this matter, you must be very clear about the previous and subsequent circumstances. Hurry and polish the case files and put them into the storage."
Xie Zhaoming took it and frowned, "You're not an illiterate warrior. Do you really need me to polish the case files?"
Zhang Min said unhappily, "Of course there are other things, but don't worry about it. Just polish it first."
You will understand after you finish it.
It saves him from having to explain himself.
"What's the pervert?" Li Wuji jumped in. "Who's the pervert?"
Xie Zhaoming opened the confession and saw that most of it was obscene words insulting his ancestors.
He closed his fan and shielded his eyes: "It hurts my eyes."
This is no different from picking treasures from garbage. No wonder the task was thrown to him.
"Stop talking nonsense and try to please yourself." After Zhang Min finished talking to Xie Zhaoming, he turned to Li Wuji and said, "And you, if you have an ear problem, go get treatment immediately, otherwise you might mishear military orders on the battlefield."
Military aircraft?
Even Gongsun Shuo, who had just joined the sect, was a little surprised: "Where is this trouble that needs to be quelled?"
The threat of bandits in the capital has been resolved, and the remaining forces of the Shi family army have been completely eliminated. Now, apart from external enemies, the internal situation should be very stable.
Isn’t the next thing to focus on, to revitalize agriculture and develop all industries?
Food is the biggest support for a country. If agriculture cannot be stable, Your Majesty would be embarrassed to even name the country.
Zhang Min glanced at their backs and asked, "Why didn't Du Junze come?"
Xie Zhaoming raised his eyes and asked, "Why did he come too? Could it be that someone is really causing trouble outside?"
Their left prime minister was born in a poor family and joined them halfway through their success. His relationship with them was far less deep than that of the others who had known each other since childhood and had been through life and death together.
Unless there was something important that required his presence, they would rarely get together privately.
As he was speaking, Du Junze entered the courtyard.
Seeing so many people, all of whom were pillars of the court, he was stunned for a moment.
"Is this your Majesty's intention, or the Right Prime Minister's?"
Zhang Min glanced over and said, "Don't worry, Left Prime Minister. We military officers have always been at odds with you civil officials. Today, I invited you and Xie Huli here on the orders of His Majesty to discuss serious matters."
Not causing trouble.
He casually tossed him another pile of confessions and said, "Since you're here, help polish up the case file."
Du Junze: "...Where are the civil officials under the Right Prime Minister?"
Zhang Min said domineeringly: "Run is right, why do you civil servants talk so much nonsense."
It’s not a wasted trip, get to work!
After reading the confessions in full, Du Junze and Xie Zhaoming finally understood why they had to polish the case file.
"The Prince of Beiwan is truly a genius. Not only is he colluding with the bandits of the capital, he's even connected to the Shi family army..." Xie Zhaoming threw his ink pen into the white porcelain jar, only to be amused by the other party. "Did he swallow his heart and eyes into his stomach, or what?"
How dare you stretch your hand so long?
Li Wuji sighed, "Could it be that we didn't beat him hard enough back then, and our men were too lenient, so he didn't remember the pain of being stabbed like a needlework bag by us?"
Gongsun Shuo scoffed, "That's probably what happens when someone gets kicked in the head by a horse."
Compared to the sharp tongues of the crowd, Du Jun seemed unusually calm.
Zhang Min asked him, "What does the Left Prime Minister think?"
"If we want to go to war, we must impose corvée and taxes. However, the country has just been stabilized and everything is under construction. The people certainly cannot afford it. If we impose taxes by force, it is not impossible. However, it will cause complaints and unrest among the people." Du Junze replied in a serious tone, only adding at the end, "In recent years, the people need to rest and recuperate."
The reason why several dynasties that rose to prominence were short-lived was that even after their founding, they continued to engage in frequent wars. The lives of the common people were essentially the same as during the war, so naturally they did not care about or support the dynasties.
If the people of the country are not united, the court will naturally be unstable and the dynasty will naturally be short-lived.
Li Wuji disagreed: "Bei Wan has already extended its hand to our capital. Do we really have to give in?"
This is a blow to the reputation of a country, not just the reputation of a few people.
But no one else spoke.
Li Wuji was shocked: "Don't tell me you all agree with what he said?"
If that's the case, then he might as well not be the Marquis of Wu.
He might as well go back to the stronghold and continue to be the leader. He can attack whoever he wants without having to pick a day or issue a challenge.
Zhang Min raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "What's the rush? Although the Left Prime Minister is annoying, what he said is true. The first thing the country needs is to give the people a chance to recuperate. How can we ruin it?"
The fact that the other party could still say this after returning from an inspection tour in the south shows that the war in the southern regions is not as severe as in the north, and the situation is not optimistic.
The annoying left prime minister's expression remained unchanged.
"But..." Zhang Min changed the subject, "This matter is indeed related to the reputation of Dayan, and we cannot lose this reputation."
There is absolutely no possibility of concession.
Li Wuji was most annoyed by their witty remarks and asked bluntly, "What do you mean?"
Should we fight or not?
Xie Zhaoming collected the dried documents and slowly stacked them one by one, his eyes and tone slow. "Your Right Prime Minister means that the people need to recuperate. As for the money and food for the war, we will naturally have to borrow from others."
Who are the others?
Li Wuji looked at Gongsun Shuo.
"Don't look at me. Our Gongsun family's money has basically been handed over to His Majesty." Gongsun Shuo was the youngest, but he looked more calm than him. "This other person is not us."
Li Wuji: “…”
Could you please stop spouting your words and be more straightforward?!
Xie Zhaoming chuckled and reminded, "Where do you think the richest place in the capital is for spending money?"
Li Wuji blurted out: "Of course it's Chunxiao Tower!"
He understood instantly, and after exchanging glances with a few people, he found that even the old-fashioned Du Junze had a hint of a smile on his face.
Zhang Min's brows relaxed and his black eyes were unusually bright.
He tapped the table lightly. "Come on, each of you tell me, how are we going to 'borrow' this money?"
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