The chubby orange cat couldn't figure it out, and it became even more curious about it.
If there really is a way to reduce the cost of transportation, wouldn't it be much easier for the military to transport supplies?
As the saying goes, "An army marches on its stomach." Relying solely on manpower to transport military rations is not only time-consuming, but by the time they reach the front lines, it's considered quite good if half of them are still there.
Otherwise, Tsewang Rabtan could not have been so arrogant in the Dzungar Khanate for so many years. He even supported Lobsang Danjin's rebellion in Qinghai at the beginning of his reign, when the court was unstable, which almost shook his throne.
Fortunately, Nian Gengyao was able to quickly quell the chaos in Qinghai. Otherwise, other Mongol princes would have followed suit, and the Qing Dynasty would not have been far from falling apart.
Even so, after pacifying Lobsang Danjin, they were short of money and food. He really didn't have the confidence to immediately deal with the more powerful Tsewang Arabtan.
The only option was to negotiate peace, demarcate the borders, and promise to trade with each other in order to secure a future.
If this hot air balloon works, and he accumulates enough power over a few more years, he can take care of the Dzungar Khanate too. He'll send Tsewang Arabtan and his entire family to herd sheep in the North Sea!
The chubby orange asked, "Consort Cheng, what exactly is the method you are referring to? I have some time now and can listen carefully."
Sun Miaoqing asked, "Has His Majesty released any Kongming lanterns?"
The chubby orange cat said, "Of course, I played this game when I was young. I wrote a few questions on the lamp, wanting to ask the heavens..."
Big Fat Orange looked nostalgic, perhaps thinking of the good old days, and a gentle look appeared in his eyes.
[What's with that expression on Fatty Orange's face? He looks like a lecherous old man. Is he perhaps thinking about the good old days with Empress Chun Yuan?]
[I wonder how long he and Chun Yuan will live? They loved each other so deeply, why didn't they commit suicide together when his wife and children died? It seems he loved himself more.]
The sandalwood beads in Big Fatty Orange's hand straightened again, never before had they been so taut. He and Chun Yuan fell in love at first sight, and on their wedding night, they vowed to be husband and wife for all eternity.
She was the love of his life; they should have lived a harmonious and long life together. If only fate hadn't been so cruel, if only he hadn't carried this immense burden...
[Hmm, is Fatty Orange thinking about sad things from the past again? He looks like he just ate a bitter melon, like a poor, homeless street urchin, nobody cares about him or loves him.]
[However, it looks a bit abstract...]
[Sitting there trembling, could it be epilepsy?! Help! I've never heard of Emperor Yongzheng having this disease!]
Sun Miaoqing tentatively said, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell or something? Your complexion doesn't look quite right. Should we summon the imperial physician to take your pulse?"
Big Fat Orange's sad mood seemed to have been switched on, and he couldn't stay sad any longer.
How could he possibly have epilepsy! In any case, if anything happens to him, this devilish man won't think of anything good at all!
He hadn't thought much of it at first, but after Sun Miaoqing mentioned it, Da Pangju felt his headache getting worse. He couldn't care less about hot air balloons or Kongming lanterns at this point.
He pressed his forehead weakly, veins throbbing on his forehead. In just over a month without training, his ability to withstand pressure had greatly diminished.
The chubby orange cat gritted its teeth and said, "There's no need for the imperial physician; my health is perfectly fine."
"Go back to Chuxiu Palace to rest and think about these things carefully. You don't need to come to Yangxin Hall for the next few days."
[When there's trouble, it's Sun Miaoqing; when there's nothing to do, it's Xiao Chunyuan. I knew it; if it weren't for something keeping me busy, you wouldn't even think of me.]
[I'm just doing my job for a salary, so I don't mind working hard, but there haven't been many emperors this stingy in thousands of years!]
Sun Miaoqing said with a wronged expression, "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey."
Looking at Sun Miaoqing's expression, Big Fatty Orange's headache worsened. When did he ever become stingy?
He was never stingy with rewards for both the imperial court and the harem!
Sun Miaoqing turned to leave when Big Fatty Orange suddenly remembered that his youngest son was swinging on the swing in the backyard of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and hurriedly said...
"Also, take Hongzhou back with you. You should keep him company these next few days. I'm too busy with state affairs to take care of him. If you don't have time, have Consort Qi and the Third Prince take care of him first."
Sun Miaoqing said, "Your Majesty, please rest well. I will come to pay my respects to you again in a couple of days."
[Tch, so useless. So even Fatty Orange knows that the Third Prince is better at taking care of children than he is.]
Sun Miaoqing swayed her hips as she walked out of the Yangxin Hall, and Su Peisheng quickly went in to serve her.
To my surprise, as soon as I entered, I saw the big, fat orange cat with both hands on the table, holding its head and not saying a word.
She wondered what Consort Cheng had done to the Emperor this time. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion, and the Emperor had been in a good mood the whole time. How could he have been so upset in less than half an hour?
Su Peisheng hurried over and asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong? Has your headache flared up again? This servant will send someone to fetch the imperial physician right away!"
The chubby orange said, "Wait, these quack doctors are useless. Go and bring me the Golden Elixir. I'll take it and rest for a while."
Su Peisheng wanted to say a few more words of persuasion: Is the Golden Elixir really that good? The Emperor's health has deteriorated to this state; who knows if these elixirs have played a part?
However, ever since he was sick last time, Big Fat Orange has had headaches. At first, it was just a mild discomfort and didn't last long.
But as time went on, the symptoms became more and more severe. The imperial physicians were also helpless; each time they were summoned, the only treatment they could offer was a decoction or acupuncture.
But this headache comes on quickly and goes away just as fast. Often, the headache is cured as soon as the prescription is written, before the medicine is even cooked, or before the needle is even halfway in.
After a few times, Big Fat Orange got tired of calling the imperial physician again, since it was no use anyway.
On the contrary, taking the Golden Elixir would alleviate the symptoms considerably. From then on, whenever the problem recurred, Big Fat Orange would take a Golden Elixir.
Seeing Su Peisheng standing there motionless, the fat orange cat, despite his headache, said impatiently, "Hurry up and go get the things for me!"
Seeing his distressed expression, and not wanting to disobey him, Su Peisheng could only quickly fetch the items.
Open the palm-sized lid, carved with two dragons playing with a pearl. Inside are about five or six deep red pills, each about the size of a lotus seed. Each pill shimmers with a golden light.
Su Peisheng was still a little hesitant, but Da Pangju was so uncomfortable that he grabbed one and swallowed it.
"Your Majesty, please slow down..."
Worried that the chubby orange would choke, Su Peisheng held the tea to its lips and kept stroking its back.
Whether this golden pill is harmful or not is still unknown, but it certainly has miraculous effects. In just a few breaths, the big fat orange's breathing returned to normal.
He sighed deeply, and said with a helpless expression, "I've finally come back to life!"
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