But the resentment is deep.
Except for this old life.
There is nothing else that can be used to explain it.
Hua Chao is almost thirty years old. He has lived under the shadow of his father, Laochen, for twenty-eight years, and was planted with the evil seed by the demon of my sect.
If she met with an accident before the prosperous era, how would this old minister explain to his wife when he passed away?
I am an old minister, but I am also a mortal.
Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
"well!"
Zhao Ji sighed softly: "Hua Chao is a good girl, but she is too stubborn. How can there be a perfect father in this world nowadays?"
Luo Yan smiled and said, "But only if children like Hua Chao can survive well, it can prove that the prosperous era has arrived!"
Zhao Ji seemed to be thinking about something, as if he understood what his old friend meant.
In troubled times, human lives are worthless.
Everyone lives by clinging to others.
The emperor and his minister often talked to each other, and naturally they had heard of the daughter of this old friend. They often lamented that how could a concubine's daughter have the right to act like a spoiled child?
But later on, Luo Yan arranged a marriage for Hua Chao and forcibly locked him up in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Hua Chao simply chose to hang himself.
Then he understood.
There is nothing wrong with living according to your own beliefs.
Although she is a concubine's daughter, her mother is the original wife, and her biological father has great ambitions and talents, but has no place to display them.
Later, he used the Wei family to jump into the court.
The legitimate daughter becomes a concubine's daughter, and the original wife becomes a concubine.
Don't say she is a woman.
Even if you are a man, how can you not hate?
If one cannot survive without a father who is unkind and uncaring, how can we talk about a prosperous world?
In a prosperous era, as long as the people abide by the law and act pragmatically, the world will have nothing to fear.
Huachao is law-abiding and pragmatic.
Why should outsiders impose their ideas on her?
Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile: "If I am such a kind father, I am afraid Ning'er will be spoiled!"
"Your Majesty's efforts for Your Highness are rare in the world. Hua Chao has been fatherless since childhood, so how can he compare with Your Highness?"
Luo Yan smiled bitterly, and tremblingly took a sip of tea before forcing himself to be energetic. He smiled and asked, "How is Your Highness?"
Zhao Ji sighed, "Of the 100,000 elite soldiers that entered Mingdu this time, only Ning'er and Daban'er were able to deal with the Jingguijing. They led the troops for several days without sleep, and kept resisting the remaining power of Mingdu. They were exhausted and received the bad news. Even I couldn't bear it. The imperial physician diagnosed that he will be in a coma for at least three days."
Luo Yan's heart tightened: "That kid Wuji..."
Zhao Ji said in a deep voice: "My dear companion has already gone to look for him. Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate!"
Ji Dong’s calculations are too deep.
The end of Mingdu is extremely dangerous. If there had not been the battle of Anyi in Yinshan, he would still be able to send experts to protect it.
Now only Ying Shisan is the guard...
It’s difficult!
"well!"
Luo Yan stood up tremblingly: "This matter is beyond the ability of this old minister. I hope Your Majesty will take more care of it! This old minister...will take his leave first!"
Zhao Ji tried to persuade him to stay: "After the court meeting tomorrow, we, the emperor and I, will hardly have the opportunity to drink tea together again. Why don't you stay a little longer?"
Luo Yan apologized, "I want to go home first to see my late wife's last thoughts."
Under the cover of night.
An old man walked away trembling.
It was quite lonely in the moonlight.
…
Shangmo Bookstore.
The accounting office was brightly lit.
Hua Chao was sitting in front of a desk with a thick account book spread out on it.
She was very diligent in handling the account books, so there were no piles of accounts, and it would not be too late to deal with them in a few days.
But I don't know why.
She just wanted to get it done tonight.
He was twisting the slender wolf hair brush in his hand, but he was uneasy and his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't put pen to paper.
This situation.
It has been going on for several days.
For some reason, she was particularly sensitive to things that she used to easily ignore.
For example, Shangmo Bookstore has already started printing newspapers and periodicals, most of which contain news about the war and construction in Xindi. These are posted on the walls of busy cities in the most easily understandable words, and interpreted by specialized scholars to encourage the people.
In the past, she would just review the manuscript carefully and submit it for printing after checking that it was correct.
But now, she often stares at some manuscripts in a daze.
A few days ago, there was an article written by a farming student, which stated that the estimated grain production of the new land could cover the food rations of so many people, and that if there was another famine, the tragedy of twenty years ago would definitely not happen again.
That year.
She had no impression of it at first.
I heard from Ying Wuji that Han Zhe killed tens of thousands of refugees one year, and the retribution fell on Brother Juanzi, which directly led to Brother Juanzi abandoning his kidney-deficient body and becoming a spiritual practitioner.
But after reading this manuscript, for some reason, her memories of that year became extremely clear.
dead.
Many people starved to death.
And under the protection of my mother, I have never been hungry.
In the past, people always said that the people were suffering, but in fact it was just a vague impression.
Now, for some reason, it has become extremely clear.
These days.
Hua Chao was a little confused and felt that the world seemed a little different from what he remembered.
She rubbed her head.
In recent days, I have been exposed to a flood of information.
The Battle of Yinshan was a great victory. A city wall blocked hundreds of thousands of Di troops and protected more than 100,000 people in the new land.
The prime minister executed the rebellious general and was criticized by court officials.
Crown Prince Zhao Ning won a great victory in Mingdu, but is seriously injured and in a coma and is recuperating.
Prince Consort Ying Wuji has been out of contact for many days while searching for the secret of Mingdu.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
Hua Chao exhaled several times, but it did not relieve the tightness in her chest. The mixture of panic and shame made it almost impossible for her to breathe.
“Thump, thump, thump!”
At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
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