The lady of a good match

Chapter 79

The two chatted and soon came to the outside of the Donghua Hall. The guards knew them well, and they let them go with a respectful salute. Now Eunuch Yang, who was serving in front of the imperial court, saw them and took the initiative to greet them and lead them inside. .

Feng Changlin frowned and asked, "Eunuch Yang, how is the father's mental state today?"

Yang Heng respectfully replied:

"It's better than yesterday, but I still have a loss of appetite. I ate something just now, and now I'm waiting for His Highness and Master Tai Tu."

"That's good." Feng Changlin heaved a sigh of relief.

Ying Li quietly pouted helplessly:

Yang Heng, the old fox, is lying now and doesn't use his brains. Dijun's so-called loss of appetite is all fake, right? Did Dijun go blind after eating so much food for dinner last night?

"My son sees my father."

"The next official sees the emperor."

Feng Changlin and Yingli bowed their heads in salute in front of the dragon bed, and the person on the bed with draped hair and pajamas leaning on a book looked over with a smile:

"Flat body."

"Thank you, Father."

"Thank you, Emperor."

Ying Li put the box containing the memorial on the square table which had been tidied up beside the bed, and the pens and inks were all ready. Yang Heng brought a stool for them to sit down at the table and then retreated.

Without any unnecessary gossip, Feng Changlin took out the memorials one by one, ten or so, not too many.

Dijun stretched out his hand to pick it up to read it, and said slowly:

"What Lin'er can't decide on is disaster relief and military pay."

Feng Changlin sat upright and bowed his head slightly: "Yes, the matter is of great importance, and I dare not decide on my own."

The emperor glanced at Yingli, who was slowly grinding ink: "What do you think, Master Taifu?"

Yingli stopped, raised his head and nodded:

"Every year at the turn of spring and summer, there are floods in many places. Today, the minister of the imperial study asked all the adults. According to the details issued by the six statistical offices, the flooded areas reported in the memorial were also routinely allocated in previous years. Funds, some of which were not flooded last year, the disaster relief funds are still there, and there are still some funds that were originally allocated.”

"Since this is the case, according to the minister's opinion, it is better to send the imperial envoy to the local governor to influence the settlement. After understanding the specific situation, the amount of disaster relief will be distributed as appropriate. The rest of the places where there is no remaining money will be distributed according to previous years. After the imperial envoy goes It is necessary to find out the specific matters so that the disaster funds can be implemented.”

"As for the military pay, I think it is necessary to increase it. As General Huo said, now that our Tianshu country is safe and peaceful, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, it is a good time to raise the army and strengthen the country. Strengthening the army can calm the foreign troubles that have been harassing the north for many years in one fell swoop. Shock the country."

A few days ago, Huo Yang and several generals guarding the northern border, under the guise of conscription, cooperated with Wei Shuhan to jointly divide the remaining 2 private soldiers of King Chang'an into the northern army. [-] is not a small number. Thousands and eight hundred are collected under the guise, and the resource consumption is huge.

Although Yan Qing already gave a lot of money and food to meet the urgent need when he learned of Wei Shuhan's plan, but in the long run, he still had to ask the treasury to allocate military salaries to maintain it. Let Dijun think of other things.

After listening to Yingli's words, Dijun nodded his head and stayed on his face for a while before looking at Feng Changlin again:

"Lin'er, do you have any other opinions on what Master Taifu said?"

Feng Changlin nodded: "My son agrees with Master Taifu's opinion."

"Well, I also think what the Tai Tuo said is reasonable."

Dijun stroked his chin, picked up the memorial and began to review it. Feng Changlin and Ying Li just watched it, and they really agreed with Ying Li's opinion.

Ying Li breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the emperor had approved the word Zhun Zou on the memorial jointly requested by Huo Yang and other generals.

The emperor explained his meaning while reviewing the memorial, and also counted the solutions and achievements of the same situation in previous years. Feng Changlin and Ying Li listened carefully.

"Okay, what else do you have to understand?"

After the last memorial was approved, Dijun put down his pen.

Feng Changlin and Ying Li shook their heads at the same time and answered in unison: "No more."

After a while the ink dried up, Feng Changlin put the memorials back into the box one by one, got up and saluted:

"In that case, the son will take his leave first."

After speaking, he nodded towards Yingli, and after getting the emperor's consent, he walked out with the box in his arms. The palace attendant outside had been waiting for a long time.

Yang Heng sent Feng Changlin out of the Donghua Hall and turned back, bent his mouth to look at the inner hall, turned around and brought in the meal that was prepared in the side hall, and then continued to wait outside quietly waiting for the message.

In the inner hall, Ying Li just looked at the square table where pens and ink were placed just now, and now there are fine wines and delicacies, and she has gradually gotten used to it from the awkwardness at the beginning.

Feng Jingyi on the bed waved to the person sitting beside him:

"Come."

Reluctantly, Ying Li walked over and sat down, and Feng Jingyi poured the wine for him without hesitation, took a sip and smacked his mouth:

"Plum blossom brew?"

Feng Jingyi nodded: "That's right, it was brewed last winter, how does it taste?"

Ying Li took another sip and commented: "It's refreshing and elegant, with a pure scent of plum blossoms. It's delicious, but the aftertaste of this kind of wine should be a bit strong."

Feng Jingyi looked at him and smiled: "It's true that you have a lot of stamina. It's suitable for a drink and not greedy. I'll give you a pot tomorrow."

"Thank you, Emperor."

Ying Li was too lazy to refuse, anyway, even if he said no need, someone would deliver the wine to his house the next day, as evidenced by the piling up of fine wine in the small wine cellar in the house, as long as the emperor in the palace drank it every time The emperor will always give him a pot of private brew.

Feng Jingyi raised his eyebrows: "I still think you continue to politely refuse."

"Is it useful for the minister to refuse?"

Probably because they drank too much together, Ying Li became a little presumptuous when he saw his teasing tone.

"It's useless," Feng Jingyi smiled and shook his head, then stared at him and said quietly: "Why do you refuse my kindness?"

"What the emperor said is very true," Ying Li squinted his eyes and took another sip of the wine, "From now on, the ministers will not be polite."

It seems that Ling Hanhan was right, the emperor really regarded him as a drinking buddy, forget it, the wine, just accept it.

Something flashed in Feng Jingyi's eyes, and he said in a slightly joking tone: "Huh? You don't even reject me?"

"No."

Ying Li shook his head with a smile, originally half joking, but when he met Shang Feng Jingyi's deep eyes, his heart skipped a few times inexplicably, so he had to lower his head in a panic to hide the abnormal throbbing in his heart.

Probably because Feng Jingyi's eyes as a monarch were too intimidating, and occasionally Ying Li would be unable to resist his deep and deep eyes, as if he would be bewitched, and there was a trace of shyness of unknown origin spreading in his heart, even The heartbeat became disordered.

This obviously abnormal reaction was triggered more and more frequently after frequent contact with Feng Jingyi, which made Yingli a little scared.