As for the matter of the Wei Mansion inviting Feng Yu last night, no matter how curious Jiang Wuyong was, he was not stupid enough to ask her in person.
Jiang Wuyong winked at the Minister of War beside him, then stood nearby with his ears pricked up to eavesdrop.
The Minister of War walked towards Wei Min, exchanged a few words with her, and mentioned what the princess had told him, "I heard that Lord Wei invited Feng Yu at midnight yesterday, but what happened in the mansion?"
Wei Min smiled, glanced at Jiang Wuyong, and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft for her to hear, "I'm sorry to have worried you, Lord Shangshu. I had a stomachache last night, and my husband was worried, so he insisted on asking Feng Yu to come and take a look. Fortunately, I'm fine."
After getting the answer, the Minister of War laughed dryly and gave Wei Min a few words of concern before leaving.
Jiang Wuyong frowned in confusion, thinking how could everything be alright? Last night, Biyun clearly brought news that Lord Wei had already drunk the medicine.
That drug is for abortion. Lord Wei was only one month pregnant, and even a small dose could kill his child, not to mention that Biyun put a whole pill in...
Jiang Wuyong hadn't figured this out before the morning court session began. It was not until after the session that she heard someone in the court recommending her to lead the army in person on behalf of the emperor that she suddenly understood.
This was Wei Min's plan, to make her focus all her attention on Lord Wei drinking the medicine and ignore their actions behind the scenes, so that she was caught off guard in the palace today.
The official who recommended Jiang Wuyong to go to war stood in the center of the hall, holding the court board and said to Jiang Kunjun: "Your Majesty, Jiang has been too indulgent to the subordinate small countries in recent years, which has fostered the rebellious thoughts of the State of Zhao.
Your Majesty can take this opportunity to ring a bell to wake up the vassal states and make them realize their situation and position themselves clearly.
Therefore, I believe that the expedition to Zhao is of great significance, but the country cannot be without a king for a day, so I recommend that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess lead the army on your behalf, lead the cavalry to sweep across Zhao, and enhance the prestige of our great country! ”
The official who stepped out to speak was the newly appointed Chief Justice of the Dali Temple. He was in his thirties, in the prime of his life, with his back straight, eyes firm, and his voice sonorous and powerful.
After listening to this, Jiang Kunjun raised his head slightly, put his hands on his knees, and asked, "What do you think?"
Jiang Wuyong was stunned in the hall. When he came to his senses, the Left Prime Minister had already stood up and expressed a different opinion.
"Zhao is just a tiny country. Why should I, Jiang, lower myself to argue with it? If I personally lead the army, it will seem that we are making a fuss and taking it too seriously. Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? I think we can just send a general to conquer Zhao."
"I dare not agree with what the Left Prime Minister said. The size of Zhao State has nothing to do with whether I, Jiang Zemin, will personally lead the army to fight. Sending the princess to fight in southern Xinjiang represents Jiang Zemin's attitude of not tolerating provocations and betrayals from subordinate small countries! Jiang Zemin wants to let the small countries know that the fate of Zhao State is the fate of their disloyalty!"
The Left Prime Minister is over fifty years old, so his voice is naturally not as powerful as that of the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple.
Zuo Xiang was embarrassed to be contradicted by a fourth-rank official. He said angrily, "Jiang's majesty is not for show, but to make people submit willingly. You are still too young and hot-tempered, and you don't know what it means to conquer the enemy without fighting."
Wei Min came out holding the court board, raised his eyelids and said, "I don't understand what the left prime minister said. I am young and energetic now, and I was slapped in the face by the Zhao State when the city was invaded. If I don't slap it back hard, but choose to win people over with virtue and repay virtue with grievances, then this kind of thing will definitely happen again in the future.
If a hundred years from now the power of Jiang is not as strong as it is now, do you think the State of Zhao will remember your kindness, or will they still miss the fertile land of Jiang? ”
The left prime minister was speechless for a moment.
Wei Min turned around and raised his arm to Jiang Kunjun, who was sitting on a large chair with carved dragons and painted in gold, and said in a deep voice: "I support the opinion of the Dali Temple. Our Jiang is at the peak of his power. When facing those who invade our country, we must naturally scare them. If we beat them until they are afraid, other countries with the same idea will not dare to commit the same crime again!"
The Dali Temple Minister stood behind Wei Min and said loudly: "Your Majesty, I, Jiang, may not want them to respect me, but I must make them afraid, so afraid that they dare not have the slightest rebellious heart."
As soon as these words were spoken, almost half of the ministers in the court stood up to support the opinions of Wei Min and others.
Jiang Kunjun looked at the ministers at the bottom of the stairs, and after a moment's hesitation, he asked Jiang Wuyong, "What do you think, Princess?"
Jiang Wuyong naturally didn't want to go to war against that damn State of Zhao, so he stood up and raised his hand to refuse.
Jiang Kunjun stared at her, and seeing the princess's weak and incompetent attitude, he felt disappointed. Before she could speak, he said, "I think Wei Qing and the others are right. It is most appropriate for you to lead the army in person on my behalf."
Jiang Wuyong has been the Crown Princess for many years, relying entirely on her favor and having made no achievements elsewhere. Even if she sits on this seat in the future, it may be difficult for her to convince the public.
As Jiang Kunjun grew older, he felt that his body could no longer keep up with his performance, so he intended to promote the princess and give her a chance to win the hearts of young court officials such as Wei Min.
Jiang Kunjun felt that Zhao was just a small country with a weak national strength and declining military power. When going on an expedition to southern Xinjiang, it would only be beneficial for her as the Crown Princess Jiang Wuyong followed along for the sake of appearance.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see what she was thinking, but Jiang Wuyong didn't think so. "The Zhao State is full of witchcraft. My mother wants me to die..."
Jiang Wuyong was walking around in the study room. He suddenly stopped when he thought of something. He pounded his fist into his palm and said through gritted teeth, "It must be because my father has been out of favor recently. The two new bitches in the harem must be Old Eight's people. They often say good things about her to my mother. Otherwise, why did she insist on going to Southern Xinjiang when Feng Yu and Old Eight are both in the capital?"
Upon hearing this, the staff of the Princess's Mansion looked at each other helplessly, sighed and shook their heads.
Mr. Feng is fighting the enemy in the northern border, and his only son is married to the eighth princess. Now Feng Yu is the emperor's husband after all. You, a princess, are still thinking about sending him to the southern border. If this news gets out to the East Palace, won't you be embarrassed?
The staff had already analyzed with Jiang Wuyong the benefits of the emperor personally leading the expedition to southern Xinjiang, but she refused to listen at all.
"I am already a princess, not a prince like the eighth one, who needs to rely on attacking Zhao to gain merit. As long as I behave myself and don't make any big mistakes, my mother will not depose me. The position of princess is so secure, why should I take risks?"
The staff were dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
Regardless of whether Jiang Wuyong was willing or not, the date for the expedition to Zhao State was imminent and she had no choice but to go.
Before Jiang Wuyong left, he went to the palace and cried to Guijun. He was in his thirties, but when he thought of the Miao people's Gu, he cried like a child.
Guijun felt very distressed. His daughter had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. How could she have suffered such a hardship?
After learning that the emperor had ordered Jiang Wuyong to go to war, your Excellency tried to lure her over.
Every time Jiang Kunjun went there, he thought he could enjoy a good time, but every time he would hear him crying about his daughter.
At first, Jiang Kunjun listened to him and comforted him with a kind voice, remembering their years of affection. But after he did it too many times, she got annoyed and simply hid in another palace and avoided him.
Your Excellency feels heartbroken and uncomfortable every time you think of Jiang Wuyong, and when you think about the Emperor's attitude in recent days, you burst into tears.
No matter how well he takes care of himself, he is already nearly 40 or 50 years old. Who in the harem would not be afraid of the phrase "fading beauty and fading love"? Your Excellency was even more terrified when he heard about it, but now, this matter still fell on him.
The beauty who had just entered the palace was young and beautiful, with many tricks and tricks, and she seduced the emperor to visit her every night. As for him, although his status in the harem is second only to the emperor, he would be a pitiful creature if he lost the emperor's favor and his daughter was not around.
Although the Queen was not favored, she had a calm and magnanimous personality and was personally appointed by the late Emperor. The Emperor was very satisfied with her being a concubine. Even though he was the most favored concubine among the six concubines back then, he was unable to shake her position in the slightest.
Now he is old and his appearance is not as good as it used to be, and he is even more helpless against the queen. In this harem, a father's status is determined by his daughter. If anything happens to his daughter in southern Xinjiang, his status as a noble king will become a joke.
Your Excellency's surname is Rong. He is a son of a noble family. When he was young, he was a leader among the young men in Beijing in terms of both scheming and vision, and was the one that Jiang Kunjun admired the most.
Perhaps it was because of the years he wasted in the harem, he became accustomed to the lazy and comfortable life, his vision was confined to the red walls and yellow tiles, and he became increasingly superficial, only able to see what was in front of him.
As much as Jiang Kunjun admired him before, he is now as disappointed in him.
Just at this time, the victory news came from the northern border. Jiang Kunjun was delighted. Thinking of Feng Lao's letter mentioning his son, he thought of Feng Yu and his wife Jiang Wuque. He couldn't help but smile and praise: "Old Eight really married a good husband."
The Palace Director stood behind her with a hunched back. He smiled upon hearing her words and casually reminded her, "Your Majesty, the Queen's birthday will be in two days. Should we celebrate it this year?"
Jiang Kunjun suddenly remembered, closed the memorial, pondered for a moment, and said, "Of course we have to celebrate the Queen's birthday. Old Eight and Xiao Yu are both in the capital, and I'm sure he will be happy. However, there are wars in the northern and southern borders this year, so don't make a big fuss, and save on rituals and music if possible."
The Palace Governor replied with a "yes" and bowed and left.
Wei Min was a councillor, and her husband, A Ruan, was the husband of a second-rank official. On the queen's birthday, he naturally had to go to the palace to celebrate.
Feng Yu asked A Ruan in advance that if she felt unwell, she could just not go.
A'ruan is now two months pregnant and the fetus is stable. If she doesn't go, she's afraid people will say that her body is too precious.
Wei Min frowned slightly, and was somewhat disapproving of A'ruan going.
Jiang Wuque knew that Wei Min was worried, so he smiled at her meaningfully and said, "Don't worry, the show tonight is not in the palace."
Wei Min remembered what was going to happen in the evening and acquiesced.
Although the two families lived opposite each other, they walked separately, one in front and one behind.
As the daughter and son-in-law of the queen, Jiang Wuque and Feng Yu would naturally go to the harem first to have a private conversation with him.
After the two left, Wei Min handed the hot porridge to A Ruan slowly and said, "There are few braziers in the hall, and it's very cold. If you go too early, you will have to sit there and wait. It's better to arrive on time... Come, have a drink first."
Every year at the palace banquet, the couple would arrive just before the emperor.
A Ruan raised his hand to take the porridge and drank a few sips.
A Ruan has participated in many palace banquets over the years. When he first went, he was obviously very uneasy in his heart, but he had to keep a dignified look on his face, so as not to do anything wrong and embarrass his wife. He was cautious in every move, as if walking on thin ice.
When Wei Min touched A'ruan's palm, it was full of sweat.
Wei Min held A'ruan's hand under the table, leaned over and whispered to him what the dishes were. He did not leave him alone to sit there while he went to raise a toast with others. Naturally, he also avoided someone deliberately coming to "talk" to A'ruan.
With her caring comfort, A Ruan slowly relaxed and dared to smile at her.
Wei Min lowered his eyes and smiled, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the hot food on the table for him.
There are many people at the palace banquet, so naturally the imperial kitchen needs to prepare a lot of food. Of course, these things cannot be made all at once, so many dishes are prepared in advance and served after the palace banquet begins.
The dishes on the table only looked good, but the taste and temperature were not good.
In the entire palace banquet, the only place where one could eat delicious hot dishes was the table in front of the emperor and the queen, and only the dishes on that table were freshly cooked.
Ah Ruan didn't know it at first, but when she attended the palace banquet in winter and felt her mouth full of cold food, she finally understood.
Wei Min had some pastries hidden in his sleeves at that time, so he took them out secretly and handed them to A'ruan using the table to block their view.
After taking the pastry, A Ruan hid it in his sleeve and sat there with an empty stomach. He felt that it was okay to skip a meal or two, but if someone saw him cheating, his wife and he would become the topic of conversation after dinner.
Wei Min would rather lose face than let her husband sit there hungry for hours, so she used her body to block everyone's view of him, giving him the opportunity to lower his head and stuff a piece of cake into his mouth.
This kind of thing was too terrifying to do. A Ruan felt like a thief and couldn't even eat in peace.
From then on, before attending every palace banquet, A Ruan would eat half full at home before going.
Ah Ruan drank half a bowl of porridge and put it down, so as not to drink too much and have to leave the banquet to go to the toilet.
Before going out, Wei Min took the cloak from Erjiu, shook it out, put it on Aruan, tied it up, carried the person out sideways, and stuffed him into the carriage.
When A'ruan nestled in Wei Min's arms, she was light and small, and her weight was the same as before she was pregnant.
After Wei Min got on the carriage, he raised his hand and placed it on Ah Ruan's slightly protruding belly, frowning and saying, "Why do other people gain a lot of weight when they are pregnant, but you are getting lighter."
A Ruan smiled. He had always had morning sickness that was either mild or severe. He ate less than he vomited, so it was good enough that he didn't lose weight.
Wei Min put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her into his arms, whispering something. Ah Ruan didn't hear clearly and looked at her questioningly.
Wei Min lowered his eyes, raised his hand to smooth the hair off his face, and said, "It's okay."
Wei Min thought that being pregnant was such a pain, she would be satisfied with having A Ruan and would not have any more children.
The author has something to say: A Ruan: I want to give birth to monkeys for my wife, lots of monkeys =v=
Wei Min: ...Great, so great, so happy (Inner thoughts: I don’t even want a child, let alone a monkey_(:зゝ∠)_)
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