The temptation was too great, and all the ministers were excited and started to find ways to achieve political achievements.
The Minister of Revenue worked hard to make money and generate profits; the Minister of Works pondered over river embankment protection, agriculture, housing and transportation, and recruited all kinds of skilled craftsmen; the ministers in charge of diplomacy worked diligently to deal with other countries and engage in trade; the Ministry of War trained troops every day and kept a covetous eye on the surrounding countries; the Ministry of Personnel began to build academies on a large scale to cultivate talents... The whole country was busy.
There were also people who did things secretly, but they were caught before they had a chance to show off.
For a moment, everyone became quiet.
It was not until much later, when the ministers saw the increasingly powerful and prosperous Chu, that they finally realized: Why did they listen to His Majesty so much?
The old officials stroked their beards and sighed, "What a bunch of idiots! You only realized it now? It's too late."
But even if they were discovered, what would happen? Didn't they earnestly urge their younger generation to serve the people wholeheartedly, work hard to achieve political achievements, and stand out from the crowd?
As expected, Your Majesty should not be underestimated.
This is the twentieth year since Xihe established the Great Chu. The ruler and his subjects are in harmony, and the people have more options.
They can study for the imperial examinations, do business, or join a sect to learn martial arts. Everyone is working hard, and all calculations and conspiracies are ruthlessly crushed by the powerful Queen. They only need to set their goals and then work hard to achieve them.
The old ministers of the previous dynasty who once scolded Xihe for being a hen crowing at dawn, now shut up dejectedly.
The literati who admired Xihe did not hesitate to write large and detailed poems to praise Her Majesty the Queen eloquently, and ran to the palace gate to kneel and cry out: Please work for another hundred years!
Xihe: ...Goodbye, goodbye, you will run away as soon as the thirty years are up.
She sat on the throne comfortably and was able to handle all kinds of political affairs with ease, which only made life difficult for Fang Qinglin.
He is a disciple of the Taichu Sect, and is known in the martial arts world as Fang Wuxia, who is well-known and praised by everyone. He has superb sword skills, and is a gentle, elegant and upright person.
He should have been free and easy, traveling the world with his sword, but for her, he entered the court and worked hard.
As the empress, she could not leave the capital easily, so he was trapped in the imperial city for more than 20 years.
Xihe felt that she was so sorry for him!
Fang Qinglin: "Actually, being an official is quite interesting."
Xihe hummed: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"
Fang Qinglin slowly closed the memorial he had reviewed and put down his brush. He then gently tapped the empress's waist, rubbing her rosy cheeks with his fingertips, and said meaningfully, "Of all the women in the world, Your Majesty is the best. I am content to do this as before."
Xihe: ...blinking, not reacting for a long time.
It was not until Fang Qinglin slowly continued to review the memorials that he realized what this guy meant.
Her face flushed instantly, and she wondered why this bastard always liked to call her Your Majesty, and even liked to do that on the imperial desk... She angrily pounded him, "Give me back the pure, kind-hearted Fang Wuxia!"
She's still feeling so guilty, it seems this guy is enjoying it.
However, Xihe still found an excuse to leave the palace with someone and visit her two stupid sons on the way.
The two of them pulled a horse-drawn carriage and, just like in the past, they set out from the capital, stopping and starting, eating and drinking, and it took them more than a month to reach Taichu Sect.
Today, the Taichu Sect is holding a disciple competition, and the top ten can enter the Six Gates.
At this moment, a young man in a fiery red robe and delicate features was on the stage. He held a hammer in his hand and smashed everyone he met! Bang, bang, bang!
"Who else wants to come up?"
The young man was unbridled, excited and extremely arrogant.
A group of disciples complained and grumbled, "Little Senior Brother, you shouldn't bully others like this."
The boy raised his chin high: "What's wrong with me bullying you? Hit me if you dare."
Suddenly, the young man's eyes paused as he saw something. He grinned and pointed at the crowd, saying, "Hey there, come up and fight with me!"
Everyone looked over and saw a man and a woman in elegant clothes and outstanding appearance.
Xihe's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, "Whose master are you?"
The boy shrank his neck and laughed, "Yours, yours." He jumped up and ran over happily, opening his arms, "Dad and Mom, your son missed you so much!"
Like a big dog, he snuggled up to his parents' arms and rubbed against them affectionately.
Xihe couldn't help laughing: "Stinky boy."
Back at Fang Yuyao's courtyard, when I asked about his eldest son, Fang Yuyao said nonchalantly, "He's found a master down the mountain and is determined to become a miracle doctor."
Xihe was slightly stunned. Being a doctor seemed to suit the child's personality.
In the evening, Fang Yuyao took them to find his eldest son, who was busy collecting medicine in the yard.
Under the big tree, an old man in shabby clothes crossed his legs, scratched his feet, and shouted: "Wrong, wrong, how can Cassia seeds be put together with Junqianzi! Oh, you are going to piss me off to death..."
The boy had a very good temper and smiled even when he was scolded: "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't learn this."
The old man exploded, his eyes widening with anger: "Are you saying I'm being unreasonable?"
The boy's eyes curved into a beautiful arc on his handsome face: "Since you have said it this time, I will remember it."
He was so well-behaved and obedient that the old man was too embarrassed to lose his temper. He lay back on the chair and muttered, "Humph, with your talent, if it weren't for me, you would never get ahead in your life!"
Xihe was so distressed that he pushed the door open and said, "Ming'er!"
Fang Yuming turned around, his eyes sparkling with surprise. He quickly put down the herbs in his hand and ran over: "Mom! Dad? Why are you here?"
His eyes were innocent, he was visibly happy, and his whole body was filled with joy.
Xihe touched the boy's furry head and said with a soft heart: "Come and see my little boy."
The young man smiled shyly, then remembered something and turned to introduce: "Mom and Dad, this is my master! He is an excellent doctor!"
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