Chapter 223 The Great Sheng Dynasty is like a fragile egg.
"His Majesty……"
Zhou Congxian had never been to the front lines and had never witnessed a real war.
He was a military officer, but he lacked the ability to command in battle.
Without being on the battlefield, he could never have seen the country's current predicament from the highest perspective.
His Majesty only regretted that he hadn't returned sooner, that he had too little time left.
Dasheng is like a fragile egg.
His seizure of power and his reforms were all like cutting away rotten flesh with a knife.
There was just no time to heal.
Unlike Dasheng, Ule once had sixty-two tribes, each serving its own master.
More than a decade of fierce fighting, with periods of separation and reunion.
Finally, seventeen banners and thirty-seven tribes were formed. The tribal leaders abided by the alliance agreement and elected the most powerful leader among them as their Khan.
The situation has changed, and the former strongmen have long since weakened.
After decades of recuperation, the remaining banners are now at the peak of their military strength.
The Ule people are warlike and believe in the principle of might makes right.
This is why, in the previous life, the lack of awareness allowed for the rapid consolidation of the Ule tribe and the subsequent counterattack.
Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has proceeded with extreme caution and is exhausted.
In his eyes.
In today's world, what is more important than the cause of the nation than personal feelings!
"Minister Zhou, you have been to so many places for me and met so many officials, big and small."
"The imperial examinations have selected so many talented people. Tell me, what kind of officials are my officials?"
Zhou Congxian pursed his lips slightly before speaking slowly.
"They are all learned men, yet they only seek to live in a small corner of the world."
Some local officials, for the sake of government grain rations, completely disregarded the fact that landlords arbitrarily seized the land of the poor.
The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
There are also the taxes that have piled up on the people.
The cycle repeats itself, and the problems deepen.
A ailment that affects you from head to toe cannot be cured simply by replacing a few officials in the court.
His Majesty looked at him and said, "Congxian, we have known each other since we were young."
“I am not the perfect heir in my father’s eyes. He would rather trust Consort Su than trust me.”
"But if the Great Sheng really falls in my hands, history will only write that I am a weak and incompetent ruler who brought about the downfall of the country."
His Majesty did not refer to himself as "朕" (Zhen), nor did he call him "周卿" (Zhou Qing).
It's as if the people having this conversation are teenagers from over a decade ago, rather than the ruler and his subjects of today.
Zhou Congxian's fingers tightened in his sleeve.
He desperately wanted to refuse.
But is he important now?
If they do not use Song Jiyun as a mirror to examine the Great Sheng, they can do the opposite.
This means not only avoiding alerting her, but also making her believe that you are hiding and undetected.
Laughter drifted from afar.
The setting sun of autumn falls on a bright, smiling face.
Even though it was so far away, he could see it so clearly.
It seemed as if he could guess her expression and what she was going to say in the next instant.
"Qiu Ning, when did you learn how to set bones?"
After Huang Qiuning placed the rabbit with its bones set in Fu'er's arms, she looked at her sister.
"Then I know a lot of things." She looked very proud.
"Sister, where are you going to travel next? Take me with you!"
Huang Yuning turned and left, saying, "I wouldn't dare. Since you came to the capital, Father has already sent four letters."
Huang Qiuning immediately gave chase.
Meng Shilan put her arms around the two little girls' shoulders and said, "Let's go too."
The group talked for a while before returning to the tent.
Until the group left.
His Majesty then slowly emerged from the woods.
The cage on the ground had been dismantled, and there were bloodstains around it, left by a wild rabbit.
Zhou Congxian had already left, and Eunuch Tian came up. He followed His Majesty's gaze to the cage on the ground.
Eunuch Tian thought His Majesty was looking at Meng Shilan.
Miss Meng has suffered hardship for half her life, but she is finally living a good life now, and she still has Lord Zhou's unwavering devotion.
She was about to be able to marry into the British Duke's mansion openly and legitimately.
But now this has happened.
“Your Majesty, Miss Meng now has a son and a daughter. Not only is Lord Meng her backer, but Your Majesty is as well.”
"What a woman seeks when she gets married is nothing more than a place to rely on."
“Even without Lord Zhou, Miss Meng has no shortage of things.”
"rely?"
His Majesty looked at that figure that was no longer clearly visible.
"What am I to rely on?"
His voice was very soft.
In her previous life, Empress Chen did not die; Empress Zhang was Consort Zhang.
Huang Qiuning was Ning Meiren, a woman of low rank, but she was the one who truly entered his heart.
His only two children were born to Huang Qiuning. When Empress Chen framed the two children, it was Consort Zhang who helped them, but this caused Consort Zhang to be unable to conceive.
He lacked the ability to protect the one he loved.
In the end, when his country was on the verge of collapse, he couldn't even protect his own young son.
This life is different.
Empress Chen died, and the kind-hearted Consort Zhang became empress.
A person as radiant as Huang Qiuning should not enter the palace; the world is vast and that is where she belongs.
Let's go.
His Majesty withdrew his gaze and walked straight toward the imperial tent.
Night had fallen.
A large bonfire was lit in the middle of the enclosure.
Some people buried sweet potatoes and peanuts by the campfire, waiting for the hot sand to bake them.
Although there has been no official hunting yet, many people have already caught rabbits and deer, gutted them, cleaned them, and roasted them.
"Zhou Jiafu! This is the rabbit I caught!"
The two immature children started arguing.
Xiao Lin saw that there was a lot of meat roasting by the campfire, but none of it was his, which aroused the boy's competitive spirit.
He caught one after more than a dozen cages, and he was going to roast it.
But this rabbit was rescued by Fu'er herself.
How could she possibly stand by and watch it become roast rabbit?
"no!"
When Xiao Lin gets angry, everyone trembles with fear.
Only Fu'er dared to glare and angrily retort.
I was young and ignorant before.
We are now confident.
Xiao Lin looked at the little girl in front of him with wide, round eyes, but he couldn't hit her.
His tone softened, "Good Fu'er, this concerns my reputation!"
"They all hunted, but I didn't."
“Who says there isn’t one? The rabbits His Highness hunted are here. I’m keeping them, and no one is allowed to eat them.”
"If anyone dares to question it, let him come and see for himself."
Xiao Lin: "You...you're hiding here, how would anyone know!"
Fu'er: "Your Highness, tomorrow is the main event. Winning the hunt tomorrow is the most important thing!"
She pouted, "What's the use of showing off now? It'll be embarrassing if we don't get any tomorrow."
Xiao Lin almost jumped up, "You dare question me? It's just a rabbit, I'll hunt ten or eight for you tomorrow!"
The boy not only failed to get his rabbit back, but also went back in a huff.
On the way back, I was almost startled by someone lurking in the shadows.
Xiao Lin was furious.
Yuanbao, who was behind him, reacted even faster and recognized who the person was.
"What are you doing here so late, Lord Zhou?"
Although Xiao Lin is a little devil, he is not a brainless playboy.
"Master Zhou?"
"Seventh Prince." Zhou Congxian clasped his hands in a salute, then turned and left.
Xiao Lin was frustrated, and he turned back to look at Yuanbao angrily.
"Are all people with the surname Zhou the same?"
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