The Book of Troubled Times

The sky was slightly bright, and the oil lamp hanging on the wall had long since run out of oil and went out.

Separated from the desk by a screen, there is a small bed for the emperor to take a rest when he is tired from work. The bed is not big, so it is just right for one person to lie down on.

In the thin quilt, Zhao Changhe was lying on his back, with the Empress Dowager and the Emperor nestled in his shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right. The three of them were squeezed as tightly as one person, with their pink legs and jade arms intertwined around their bodies. The spring scenery was so beautiful.

Zhao Changhe did not wake up. At the end of the battle, he used his dual cultivation skills. The injuries he suffered from the previous battle with Feng Yin only rested for most of a day and did not heal. Later, he used his body to divert water, and the injuries suffered by being run over by the power of water did not heal. It is clear that at this time, I am sinking into concentration thanks to the power of dual cultivation.

He was really exhausted these days.

Not only is the body tired, but the mind is also tired. If it were normal, he might have been more concerned about Suzaku's mentality and not dare to be too direct, but he really didn't bother to think about the scene last night. It's already here, it's come, I just want you, I just want you Putting you and Chichi together... I've thought about it for a long time...

So that's what I did.

How do you know if the other person is willing if you don't try...

Facts have proved that Suzaku has been reluctant on the surface, but deep down in his heart, he has been prepared for this. Since everyone has followed him, how can he avoid such a day... it will only happen sooner or later.

Nowadays, the world is in such trouble. No one knows whether we will see each other again next time we say goodbye. Since it is only a matter of time, why should we worry about it...

The two women each opened their eyes in their shoulder sockets, and when they saw the look in the other's eyes that they were just waking up from a nap, they rolled their eyes together.

Suzaku was still wearing a mask when he was doing things. It was naturally inconvenient to lean on his shoulder at this time, so he had already opened it and put it away himself, revealing Huangfu's charming and sexy face. It is very tragic to find out that the mask that shocked the world now is just a sex toy...

Xia Chichi felt a little weird when she looked at it, as if she was the master and apprentice when she was wearing the mask, and she was mother and daughter when she took off the mask. Even her temperament and temperament had changed, and she could change her appearance at will.

The most typical thing is that Huangfu Qing's eyes without the mask no longer have the ferociousness that belongs to Suzaku. Instead, he looks a bit like a flower of wealth in the world, like a blooming begonia, quite like a queen mother.

Xia Chichi finally couldn't hold back and said: "Suddenly I feel that you should be the Queen Mother. If I were asked to appoint someone I don't know as the Queen Mother, I wouldn't be able to do it. If there must be someone in charge of affairs in the palace, it must be You. "

Huangfu Qing stopped pretending to be dead and curled his lips and said, "Does this mean you are quite willing to listen to me?"

Xia Chichi smiled apologetically and said, "I would have listened to you."

"I can't tell." Huangfu Qing snorted coldly: "You have never spoken to me in the past few days. In the inner palace, you take care of yours and I take care of mine. Do you know that in private, the palace people are gossiping and saying Are you and I at odds?"

Xia Chichi pursed her lips: "At that time... I was unhappy."

Huangfu Qing said angrily: "What now?"

Xia Chichi tilted her head slightly: "Last night, last night you saw that I couldn't do it anymore, and you were so anxious that you let him come to you... For a moment, I felt that you were better to me than him."

Huangfu Qing: "..."

Xia Chichi: "..."

If the sleeping Zhao Changhe knew that the ice-breaker in the master-disciple relationship was actually due to this kind of thing, I wonder if he would be stunned. In fact, no one knows whether Huangfu Qing is afraid that he won't be able to bear it for a long time or because he is trying to grab the stick. I'm afraid even Huangfu Qing himself is confused and can't tell clearly.

Anyway, it would be best if you are willing to understand this way...

Huangfuqing finally stood up and lazily smoothed his hair: "Do you know that I'm good to you? From the moment I accepted you, I wanted you to make progress. How could you have any selfish thoughts? You almost fell out with me because of a man, and with Tang Wan Zhuang talks more than she talks to me."

Xia Chichi looked a little jealously at the place where she looked trembling due to the movement of her hair. She stood up silently and chose to get dressed first and then tie her hair.

He said: "I talk to Tang Wanzhuang a lot because she is well versed in political affairs. Not to mention anything else, what are your ideas about the current power recovery of counties and counties, tax system, and military restructuring? Also, the national treasury Do you know that you have no money? Even in teaching, the master is responsible for this, what can you do?"

Huangfuqing became angry: "I will beat you!"

"No, if you want to hit me, just hit me!" Zhao Changhe opened his eyes. He had just woken up and hadn't figured out the situation yet. He thought the master and apprentice were going to fight again, so he subconsciously stopped the fight.

As a result, a kick was kicked from both sides: "Go and die, it's none of your business!"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Xia Chichi jumped out of bed and took Huangfu Qing's arm affectionately: "Mother, let's go have breakfast. I know you love bird's nests and turtle skirts..."

"Well, since you said you don't have any money, then save some. I...I am not a luxurious person. As an emperor, you must set an example and put diligence and thrift first."

"knew……"

Zhao Changhe watched the two of them go out affectionately, as if in a dream.

It was obvious that the two of them had been at odds a few days ago, so how could they just fight it off? Huangfu Qing also re-educated Bu Lai, Bu Lai still listened... Does Daqing's thing still have a bonding effect?

If I had told you earlier, if I had told you earlier, I would have put you two on top of each other. What a feeling...

He jumped up, washed up casually, and followed him out to have breakfast.

Breakfast was indeed very simple, with porridge, side dishes, and a few pancakes. It reminded Zhao Changhe of the famous story of the Empress of the East Palace baking pancakes, and the smell of the big kang came over her.

Xia Chichi and Huangfuqing were sitting face to face, drinking porridge and eating cakes. They looked sideways at Zhao Changhe who was running over, but they didn't bother to pay attention to him.

It makes him feel too good, and we don’t feel good about it.

Zhao Changhe sat between the two of them and coughed twice like the head of the family. However, the maid next to him ignored him and refused to serve him porridge. Zhao Changhe had no choice but to fight by himself and said, "I heard there is no money. What's going on?"

Both of them ignored him and said to themselves: "The porridge is a bit sticky today..."

Zhao Changhe said: "I don't think it's useful to ask you about political matters. I'll ask about evening makeup."

The two of them slapped their chopsticks on the table at the same time, their eyebrows raised: "How dare you!"

The maids around them tilted their heads and almost laughed.

Zhao Changhe sat back with the porridge, took a big mouthful, and breathed out comfortably: "Didn't the Cui family send a lot of money and food here before, so why are there no money?"

"The Cui family took the initiative to send money and food here because Cui Wenjing knew that we were in urgent need. And they had been fighting for so long and didn't have much food left. They had already planned to capture the Wang family and see how much they could share... However, it is reasonable for the Wang family to You may have money, but you may not have much food. You just came back from there, do you know the situation?"

"Well..." Zhao Changhe lowered his head to drink the porridge.

I really didn’t pay attention to these, I left them all to Cui Yuanyong. Therefore, governing the country is not a job that one can do.

Xia Chichi said: "We say we are short of money, but in fact we are not short of much money, because a lot of money has been copied in the past two days... Some people's families are much richer than my palace, and they have not yet finished counting."

Zhao Changhe: "...Jicao."

"But the problem is that there is a shortage of food, and money cannot be used as food. After years of war, the court's nonsense, and desolation everywhere, food cannot be produced. It is just like emptying these people's homes. It is not spring plowing yet, and it is still so far away. How long is the autumn harvest? The current grain reserves can only be said to be sufficient. It is difficult to support the war. What's more, I am afraid that if there is a disaster, there will be no relief... I really don't want to scold the late emperor, but he is really not a thing. He is a bastard emperor. , if he doesn’t die, you and I will see people starving to death at the turn of spring and summer next year.”

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Including Jiangnan, the Maitreya Rebellion destroyed too many people's livelihoods, and they have not been able to recover so far. Tang Buqi doesn't have much money. Yesterday, Tang Wanzhuang suggested using money to buy grain from Penglai. Penglai has had good weather for many years, so it should be okay, but they It’s not a big grain-producing country, so it doesn’t feel like it can supply much…”

Zhao Changhe secretly glanced at Huangfuqing, who lowered his head to drink porridge to cover up the circles in his eyes.

Huangfu couldn't help it, and Zhao Changhe's own knowledge was very limited, so he could only say: "Based on my limited knowledge, overseas countries should have a plant called sweet potato, or sweet potato, sweet potato, or various other names. It does not require high soil quality, has a huge yield and is easy to ripen. The roots and stems can be used as staple food, and the branches and leaves can also be used for vegetables. It can be searched overseas. Although it is too late to plant it now, it can be prepared for the future."

The two women looked at him in shock, why did he even have an idea for this? Everyone had gone to sea, and based on their consciousness at that time, no one would ask about grain. When did he ask?

Little did he know that Zhao Changhe, who was considered to be far-sighted, was blushing. How could he ask when he went to sea... He had so little knowledge that he could only recall the sweet potato, a must-have artifact for all online travels, and couldn't even hold back a fart. It was really embarrassing. And that won’t save the urgent matter. There is a shortage of food now, so what’s the use of looking for seeds now?

"As for the top priority, it happens to be related to what I want to discuss when I come back..." Zhao Changhe forced himself to respect himself: "We don't have food, others have it. Shanxi merchants have food to sell to Timur, which means they have a lot, right?"