MTL - Drunk House-Chapter 519 Peace of mind (one more)

  Chapter 519 Peace of mind (one more)

   When it comes to buying people's hearts, Su Rong takes the second place, and no one can take the first place.

  She is both willing and generous, and spends enough money to make people completely use her.

  After Shen Yi heard about it, she looked at Su Rong with admiration, "Junior Sister, amazing, if Zhou Gu knows the manuscript you will copy for him and gives it to someone else, do you think he won't be angry?"

   "No." Su Rong smiled: "I didn't send them my copy, it was Feng Ling's copy. He was also interested in letters and policy theory at the beginning, but he didn't have my memory, so he copied it with a pen, and the memorization was about the same. Just now, when Doctor Zhang went to call his grandchildren, I asked for the copy from Feng Ling."

   "So that's the case." Shen Yi was stunned, but still commented, "That's precious enough."

   "Naturally. My sister is generous. You know, I copied it for three days." Feng Ling muttered dissatisfied.

  Su Rong promised him, "When I have time, I will write it to you myself."

  Feng Ling was immediately happy, "It's a deal."

   "Well, it's a deal."

  The civil strife has been calmed down. Before the old Huguogong brought 100,000 soldiers from Jinglu back to Beijing, the urgent report of 800 miles was sent back to Beijing.

  The emperor is still in the court of cultivation, and the prince supervises the country.

   All civil and military officials were surprised and delighted when they got the news that Zhang Ping’s rebellion had been put down. They were surprised that Zhang Ping’s rebellion was put down so quickly. Except for Nanping, the battles in other places didn’t start, and Zhang Ping died suddenly. They were happy that the court was stable again, and they didn’t have to worry about whether Zhang Ping’s attack on the capital would save their heads.

   As for how Zhang Ping died suddenly, the report did not say anything, and everyone speculated.

  In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor heard that Zhang Ping died suddenly, and he couldn't believe it, "How did Zhang Ping die so suddenly?"

  Yan echoed and shook his head, "I don't know yet, but I should be able to find out after the old Hu Guogong returns to Beijing in a few days."

  The emperor nodded, "Zhang Ping just died like this, which is really cheap for him."

  Yan echoed: "It's good that Zhang Ping is dead, otherwise, how could the civil strife be cleared up so quickly? There will be countless losses due to internal conflicts in the main beam."

  The emperor nodded, "Su Rong and Zhou Gu, do you have any news?"

   "Zhou Gu led troops to the border, and Su Rong went to Hebei City." Yan echoed: "If the Great Wei takes advantage of Zhang Ping's civil turmoil to raise troops, Daliang can't be as passive as it was sixteen years ago."

  The emperor felt that it was reasonable, "These things are all up to you."

  Yan echoed and nodded, "Father rests at ease."

  The emperor's bones are numb from recuperation. For so many years, he has never been lying on the bed like this, especially in the case of internal and external troubles in Daliang.

   These days, he has also figured it out. Sooner or later, Liang's foundation will be handed over to him. It is better to hand it over early than late.

  In the past, he held a lot of power and wished he could hold it all in his own hands. Now, he was so angry that he vomited blood several times, and his body couldn't bear it all at once. After waking up from a coma several times, he realized how many wrong things he had done in the past to suppress the capable prince.

  He said: "Your fourth brother is not too young, why don't you marry him a prince and concubine a few years ago, and in the spring of next year, choose a fief for him and send it out!"

  Yan echoed and looked at the emperor, "Father, won't the draft be held next year?"

   "No." The emperor originally thought that precious concubine was a close friend, but he didn't expect that the cheated in-law lost face, and now he has no intention of recruiting newcomers to the harem. "During my reign, there will be no auditions in the future. Which family's daughter do you think is suitable for your fourth brother to be a concubine? And his fiefdom, you can choose a place for him."

   "Father, don't worry about these things, let's rest and recuperate. Now that the civil strife has completely subsided, there is still the border of the Great Wei. If there is no change, it will not be too late to talk about other things." Yan Huisheng has not thought about Yan Shen, otherwise Yan Li and Yan Lin are dead, Yan Shen has already taken refuge in him, and the rest will not pose a threat to him.

   "Alright. What I mean is, there are some things that you need to plan early." The emperor waved his hand, "Go!"

  Yan echoed and nodded, resigned, and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

   There is warmth in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and once you step out, the cold wind is bitter. After Yan Huisheng walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, even though he was wearing a big cloak, he was still completely cooled by the cold wind, blowing away the heat from his whole body.

  The current emperor seems to be like a father, the belated paternal love for his prince.

  He stood outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a while, then walked down the steps slowly, and walked back to the East Palace.

  At the gate of the inner garden of the East Palace, the crescent moon was wrapped into a ball, and she was holding a stove and eagerly waiting for someone to come back. Seeing that the prince was covered in snow and walking back to the East Palace, she opened her eyes wide, "His Royal Highness, are you not in a carriage today?"

  Yan echoed and nodded, "I came back alone."

   Without waiting for Yue Wan to ask, he said again: "I haven't heard from your young lady today."

  Yue bent her face down, "Not again."

  She muttered, "Miss, did you go directly to Nanchu? You left Nanny Zhao and me behind."

   "The King of Southern Chu is ill." Yan Huisheng didn't know if Su Rong would go directly to Southern Chu, anyway, he sent Su Rong the news that the King of Southern Chu was ill.

  Yue crumpled his face, "It's really not the right time for King Nanchu to be ill."

  Yan echoed this and walked slowly inside.

  Yuewan caught up with him, "His Royal Highness, tell me, if I go to find my young lady with Mother Zhao..."

   "No." Yan echoed and shook his head, "She told you to wait, so you just wait. If she goes directly to Nanchu, she will send someone to deliver a message to you. She has a lot of things to do now, so don't make trouble."

  Yue Wan helplessly said, "Okay!"

  Yan Huisheng walked towards the sleeping hall, Yue Wan naturally stopped following, and went back to the residence.

  Ye Qiuying was practicing big characters, but when she came back, she put down her pen, "Sister Yuewan, is there any news about Sister Su today?"

"No."

  Ye Qiuying was worried, "Since my uncle left Daliang, I haven't received a letter from my uncle. I don't know if my uncle has returned to Nanchu."

  Yue Wan put down the hand stove and took off his thick coat, "Hey, just wait, these days are really tough."

  Nurse Zhao was embroidering, and it was funny when she heard the words, "I told you, don't bother His Highness the Crown Prince every day, as long as there is news about Miss Seven, he will naturally send someone to send it. You, His Highness the Crown Prince, can only tolerate you to bother her every day because of the fact that you are someone close to Miss Seven."

  Yue Wan stuck out her tongue, "His Royal Highness is very nice."

  She went to bother him once a day, but she didn't see him irritated and said that she couldn't bother him anymore. Sure enough, the prince is tolerant and well-mannered.

  (end of this chapter)