Just jumped off the high city wall, cushioned the strength with his hands on the ground, straightened up, and saw Mo Yuan standing straight in front of him, his face expressionless as always, holding a long sword in his hand. .
"Xiaoxia!"
Mo Yuan frowned: "Are you leaving again?"
He didn't understand why An Xia had to leave. He had already made such a big sacrifice and married Duanmu Youqing.
"Well, I haven't dealt with some things." An Xia nodded naturally, patted the dirt on her hands, and raised her eyebrows: "You just got married, why don't you take a few days off?"
Is this Bei Mingxiao peeling his skin like this? These ministers are not given marriage leave.
"It's just a formality, how come the big wedding." Mo Yuan said with a faint expression: "In fact, I just solve the problem for the emperor. Just like Siyuan, it is nothing to raise another woman in the backyard."
An Xia was a little helpless, and her face was full of black lines: "Duanmu Youqing is different from Sima Feiyu, are you too cruel?"
Sima Feiyu and Wei Siyuan made a mistake from the very beginning, and Sima Feiyu repeatedly wanted Wei Siyuan's life, and no man would accept it.
Had it not been for the relationship between the two countries, Wei Siyuan might have given up Sima Feiyu long ago.
"Is there any difference?" Mo Yuan looked indifferent: "How can someone who doesn't like sleep in the same bed?"
The voice was not high, but with a bit of resentment, making An Xia stiff.
It seems that after she has been away for a while, Mo Yuan has changed her personality. Did he say this? He looked around and made sure there was no one else.
He shook his head helplessly: "Although I have never seen Duanmu Youqing, but I think she is a good girl, you should cherish it."
Mo Yuan almost broke the topic: "Where are you going next? Will the emperor let you go? He also had a very bad life this time. He read memorials day and night. The emperor left many problems and the treasury was serious. In addition to the deficiencies, coupled with the flooding of the Jiangnan generation every year, there are also powerless people on the side of the big sinong, and the people’s lives are not satisfactory. The emperor must think about these things, and we must take care of them. Siyuan and I can only defend the imperial city for him. He’s in danger, guarding Bei Ming, but unable to share it for him."
He also didn't want An Xia to leave.
Bei Ming is just superficial scenery now.
"Didn't there be no accounting problems after the big Sinong was replaced? How could the treasury lose money?" An Xia also froze. She only looked at the oversized goals, but did not consider these details.
A good emperor does not look at how big his land is, but whether he can create a prosperous age and let the people live and work in peace.
An Xia was also a little worried at this time.
Mo Yuan looked at An Xia deeply, with a look that he would never see enough: "The former great Sinong has already let the treasury run out, and the new official is also unable to recover."
At that time, An Xia was thinking about how to make Bei Mingxiao the position of God, without considering so many details.
Now, with internal and external troubles, the emperor Bei Mingxiao is indeed not good enough.
No wonder, he reviewed the memorials every night, it seems that they have to work hard for a long time.
Lowering her head, An Xia felt uncomfortable, but her Tianxiang Tower was running very well, and she thought that Beiming was in a prosperous age.
"I see." After a long while, An Xia said in a low voice, "Bei Ming needs someone who can share his worries."
After leaving the palace, An Xia did not return to Tianxiang Tower immediately, but went to Anfu. If possible, she would never want to return to the place in her life.
Looking at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar gate of Anfu, Anxia stood there, but did not knock on the gate.
Just when she hesitated for a while, she was about to knock on the door, but the door was pushed open from the inside. The old butler was first in a daze, and then he was shocked: "Big, Miss..."
To the old housekeeper, An Xia has always been grateful, with a smile on her face: "An...Is my father in the house?"
Taishi An had a glorious time, but now it is worthless.
Fortunately, he was also considered smart at the time, and he did not participate too much in Yan Zheng's rebellion. Bei Mingxiao was also regarded as giving An Xia a little bit of affection, and he did not regard An Shu as a crime.
But he did not let him return to the court.
The old housekeeper nodded vigorously: "Yes."
One side welcomed An Xia into the mansion very enthusiastically: "Miss, please here."
To this eldest lady, the old housekeeper never bullied, and even helped secretly, so An Xia has always been very grateful to him.
Even Mrs. An was insulted by Zhao Jingmei, and the old housekeeper secretly took care of it. Unfortunately, Zhao Jingmei found out and repaired it.
"Master, master, do you see who is back." The old butler couldn't help but shouted excitedly, and arranged An Xia in the flower hall, and went to ask An to book it: "Miss is back!"
The three words "Miss" made An Shucheng stunned. For half a year after the new emperor became king, An Shucheng has been idle in the mansion. At this time, the temples were covered with hoarfrost, and his expression was shocked: "Xia Xia... …came back?"
Somewhat unbelievable, he also regretted his original actions.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine.
In the flower hall, An Xia looked at An Shucheng with white sideburns, her complexion remained unchanged. She had no affection for this father. It was not because she came here, but because of her father's every move. Up.
However, this time, she felt that apart from An Shucheng, there was no more suitable candidate.
After all, he is the Grand Master of the Three Dynasties, now he is in a state of despair, and his tolerance is still there.
"I'm back, there is one thing I want to discuss with you." An Xia's expression was indifferent, her voice was cold, and her business-oriented attitude made An Shucheng's heart sink.
He originally thought that An Xia must be the queen when Bei Ming Xiao became the throne. No matter what, he was also the head of the state, but he did not expect that the queen was someone else, and An Xia disappeared without a trace.
This is also a big blow to Anshu.
He couldn't face it, and the first days were even more drunk.
He only blamed himself for taking the wrong path, following the wrong master, and seeing the wrong person.
"Xia Xia, you said you said, no matter what, I will do my best." An Shucheng's eyes were full of expectation, and he looked at An Xia deeply. At this moment, he seemed to see Mrs. An and his heart was cruel. It hurts badly.
He understood that if there was no Mrs. An, An Xia would have severed his father-daughter relationship long ago.
An Xia explained his thoughts one by one, and even handed over the issue of the current Beiming treasury shortage and food shortage into his hands: "I will tell the emperor about your return to the court, but you must find a solution to these matters. ."
The Jiangnan flood is even more urgent and measures must be taken.
These things were often put on the agenda when the first emperor was still alive. An Shucheng didn't feel unfamiliar, and nodded: "Xia Xia rest assured, Dad will do his best to help the new emperor."
He didn't want to stay at the house every day.
After the morning dynasty, seeing An Xia sitting in the main hall of Chang'an Palace, the smile on Bei Mingxiao's face became a bit deeper. He just took the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect that his Xiao Xia was still there.
Those worries in my heart disappeared all at once.
Regardless of taking off the dragon robe, he strode forward, opened his hands, and hugged An Xia tightly in his arms, applying a slight force: "Xia Xia, I know you are not willing to leave me."
"It's so stinky." An Xia pushed him, but couldn't push away, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "I'm just going away a little bit late. I have something to discuss with you."
Behind him, Wadezhu closed the door of the temple and quietly retreated.
He also hopes that An Xia can stay, at least to make some people in this big palace angry!
Otherwise, it's really deserted.
Especially the face of Bei Mingxiao's iceberg, making everyone's heart panic.
"Master An!" Bei Mingxiao always hugged An Xia and refused to let go. Hearing her proposal, he only hesitated: "Well, since you believe him, I believe it too."
An Shucheng's abilities are there, and it only depends on whether he will correct his evil.
"He has been with the first emperor for so many years, and many things are clearer than you know, and more. Therefore, if you have more to discuss with him, there are not many veterans in the DPRK. You can use it for yourself. Stay, if you can't, don't worry about anything, let them make room for young people." An Xia hates those who rely on old age to behave.
Beiming now needs officials who do practical things.
"Well, I understand." Bei Mingxiao nodded: "I will personally come out for the imperial examination this time."
While holding An Xia sitting in front of Long An, she took the memorials and showed her: "Both the literary and martial arts exams have increased the number of people, giving poor disciples more opportunities."
An Xia also looked down at the memorials, as high as a hill, and Bei Mingxiao said it very well.
Looking at him like that, he was also fascinated.
Originally, An Xia wanted to leave earlier, but Bei Mingxiao dragged her to take a nap. It was not until Bei Mingxiao woke up and went to the study to discuss matters with the officials, and she was able to get out, but she was also reluctant.
In Tianxianglou, An Xia read the account book, arranged for people to exchange the silver bills into silver dollars, and let the various places hoard food, including Xiling and Dongli.
She understands that Beiming is rich in resources and can't let the people live and work in peace, so Edongli and Xiling are disadvantaged, and food is probably even more scarce. Therefore, she gets food, which can be regarded as one of the lifelines of the two countries.
An Xia didn't want to delay any longer, so he sent someone to ask Wei Siyuan to send Yinyuan to the treasury.
No matter how much you have to fill the treasury, otherwise Bei Mingxiao will not be able to do anything.
Moreover, this Tianxianglou was originally owned by Bei Mingxiao, she was only operating it on behalf of him, and the income should be given to him, and more importantly, the current Beiming is not only Bei Mingxiao's, but also her Anxia.
Therefore, she also made a contribution.
"What about Xiaoxia?" Wei Siyuan's news was not very clear, and when he came to Tianxiang Tower, he later realized that An Xia might have returned to court.
Mo Yuan shook his head: "I left early."
He is also very disappointed, but it is not that he does not accept this fact.
"Why didn't you notify me?" Wei Siyuan looked unwilling: "Why let us meet again, grandfather and old prince, they still talk about it every day, really a little girl with no conscience."
He said unhappily.
Mo Yuan's face was also a little lonely, and he also felt that An Xia had no conscience, so he left after saying he was leaving.
