[Chapter 141 Chapter 141 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (18)]
Return home the next day.
Han Sheng frowned and sat in the study.
The national treasury was now insufficient and the Ministry of Finance could only allocate 300,000 taels of silver for disaster relief, but the emperor required him, the imperial envoy, to collect 500,000 taels of silver.
He wrote a list of ministers in the court, and Censor Liu, who had an old grudge against him, was the first to be listed.
When Yan Qing walked in carrying the pastries, she saw that he was lost in thought and looked worried.
"What are you worried about, my husband?"
Han Sheng briefly expressed his worries and looked at the list of names he had written down: "You all are very smart in dealing with people, and each of you is honest and upright. If we want them to invest, I'm afraid they will complain bitterly."
Even though these ministers had millions of dollars in their homes, they kept it secret and were well versed in the art of crying poor.
Even if he raised the money in the name of the royal family, it would only be a drop in the bucket.
The emperor asked him to raise 200,000 taels of silver within seven days. It seemed like he was entrusted with an important task, but in fact he was putting him under fire.
After hearing this, Yan Qing smiled and said, "I think that instead of raising funds directly, it is better to start from the side."
"Please give me some advice, madam." Han Sheng looked at her humbly and smiled.
She paced in front of the table, her left hand supporting her right elbow, and her right index finger tapping her chin: "I can ask mother to hold a lotus viewing banquet and invite the ladies of all the mansions to attend."
"We use banquets as a way to raise funds."
Han Sheng stood up suddenly: "The women also show the spirit of righteousness, how can you be willing to fall behind? Madam's opinion is really wonderful!"
Mr. Wen Ya, who is usually calm and composed, lost his composure due to excitement.
"It would be best if we could read out the donation details on the spot and give out a Best Wife Award." Yan Qing pushed him back into his chair. "Similarly, my husband can ask His Majesty for a royal merchant quota to encourage merchants to invest."
My mother’s Wantong Money House and two other shops were all under the name of the fictitious “Feng Family”.
She wanted this title of imperial merchant to become part of the Feng family.
Han Sheng admired it and said, "Thank you, Madam and mother-in-law, for your concern."
Taking advantage of the competition among the ladies, she forced the ministers of various ministries to make painful cuts.
As for merchants, they are lured with benefits.
Yan Qing's words were like enlightenment to him, and the problem that was bothering him was solved instantly.
He thought to himself, if his wife were a man, she would definitely have a seat in the court and become a loyal minister to His Majesty.
"I will now draft a memorial and ask Your Majesty to grant the title of Imperial Merchant."
Yan Qing leaned against the side of the desk, picked up a piece of cake and handed it to his mouth: "Husband, don't worry."
The jade fingers are slender, white and tender, and the Ruyi cake is fragrant, smooth and silky.
Han Sheng couldn't tell whether the cake was against his soft hands, or his hands were against the cake.
Facing her beautiful eyes, avoiding her slender fingertips, and carefully bit the Ruyi fragrant cake.
Yan Qing took the opportunity to lower his head and put the pastry in his mouth.
The soft body slid down and he reached out to catch her slender waist.
The unexpected kiss mixed with the fragrance of pastries lingers on the lips and teeth.
After swallowing the delicious cake, what he couldn't wait to absorb was her soft breath and her delicate cries.
The kiss that was almost out of control stopped with the sound of the desk being pushed open and rubbing against the ground.
Yan Qing's cheeks are rosy, her lips are as bright as fire, and her eyes are full of spring.
"Don't disturb my husband." She straightened her clothes and left quickly, then held the door and looked back blankly.
A single glance can captivate everyone.
Han Sheng's face was as rosy as a peach, and his usually upright and serious expression now had a hint of softness and blushing.
He picked up the pastry on the table and put it between his lips, chewing it carefully.
He then realized that it was neither the cakes that made the hands soft, nor the hands that made the cakes crispy; neither was as soft as the lady's lips and tongue.
He calmly turned his sleeves and picked up the pen, preparing to write a memorial.
"Husband, I'm here to get the jade plate." Yan Qing pushed the door open and walked in.
The brush in Han Sheng's hand trembled slightly, and ink dots fell. He seemed to have just come to his senses and hurriedly tried to roll up the memorial.
Yan Qing just discovered that the word "Madam" was written all over the letter.
She held the plate and chuckled, "I didn't see anything."
Han Sheng withdrew his gaze from her brisk retreating figure, lowered his eyes to look at the spread-out memorial, and felt a slight heat in his heart.
The next day, Yan Qing returned to the general's mansion and explained his plan to his mother.
Zhang Wanqing immediately sent people to deliver invitations to various mansions.
Yan Qing secretly donated 50,000 taels of silver in the name of Wantong Money House and successfully pocketed the plaque bestowed by the emperor.
First, the ladies donated money and goods, then the officials from various government offices followed suit, and the merchants also followed the example of Wantong Money House.
There was a donation craze in Kyoto, and some wealthy people also participated.
Han Sheng personally wrote the list of merits and gave it to a special person to engrave it and erect a monument.
Therefore, everyone became more active.
In the end, a total of 360,000 taels of money were raised, of which 200,000 taels were added to the 300,000 taels allocated, and the rest was all added to the national treasury.
On the day Han Sheng left, he did not alert Yan Qing and only left a letter for her.
Yan Qing opened the letter, and the words on it were written with iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks, penetrating through the back of the paper:
Madam, I feel so happy to see your letter.
The road ahead for disaster relief is uncertain, and I don’t know when I can return.
If I can return to the court with merit, I hope to have a candlelight night talk with my wife.
If Han Sheng returns with his crime, I hope Madam will take care of herself.
May your wife have a peaceful summer, a peaceful autumn and a happy winter.
——Keep your pen in mind
Yan Qing opened the divorce agreement that came with the letter, which had already been signed and stamped by one party.
Han Sheng had arranged everything for her before he left. This man was willing to share happiness with her, but would rather bear the difficulties himself than let her share.
There is a gentleman who is gentle, kind, and has a decent demeanor and a pleasing appearance.
Yan Qing put away the letter and the divorce paper together, feeling a little disappointed.
She had already asked An Yi to be the coachman to take Han Sheng to Pingnan and protect his safety on the way.
Summon the beautiful scenery and let her call An Yi.
"The prince has been locked up in the mansion by the Marquis, and is currently practicing martial arts as punishment in the side yard." An Yi brought the news he had obtained.
Yan Qing nodded, stood by the bed and looked at the sky outside: "Good day, prepare the kite."
In the backyard, there are green lotuses washing in the lotus pond, without any creepers or demons.
Sensing someone coming to the shore, the chubby koi swam over happily, opening its mouth and waiting for food.
The kite flew over the pond, but as it was flying high its string was cut and it fell straight over the courtyard wall.
Xu Wenzhang, dressed in a gorgeous red robe, flew up the wall, holding the kite he had picked up in his hand.
He still remembered that the last time he climbed over this wall, he was not paying attention and was hit by half a pancake thrown at him. He also fell into the water and was stabbed.
I almost drowned in the pond in the prime minister's residence.
With lingering fear, Xu Wenzhang glanced at Yan Qing who was leaning against the railing, shook the kite in his hand and raised his eyebrows to indicate that he was only here to return something.
After she waved leisurely, the handsome young man in red deliberately showed off his martial arts skills.
Tiptoes touch the water and the lotus jumps, stepping over the rockery in the pond.
He turned over and passed over the railing in front of Yan Qing, and handed over the thing in his hand: "Here, this is Master's kite."
As he spoke, his eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were sharp, and his fair face was full of pride.
Like a parrot with a paper-cut tail, it holds its head high with pride.
Liangchen took the kite and left with Meijing, who looked wary of him.
The wind stopped in the corridor, leaving only Yan Qing and the other two.
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