Chapter 95:

In the cold night of late autumn, the white dew became frost.
Xiao Xiu walked on the wooden corridor. He rubbed his hands, put it on his mouth and let out a sigh of white water mist.
"It's really cold at night," he said.
The whole mansion is quiet, most people have already fallen asleep, only the study room where the husband is located is still brightly lit.
Xiao Xiu stepped in the door, first offered Zhang Fu a cup of warm eight-treasure tea, set the brazier, and added some silver frost carbon to it.
Zhang Fu buried his head in the case, and said without looking up, "You can rest first. I don't need anyone to serve me anymore."
"I'll stay with Mr. Xiao Xiu." Xiao Xiu placed a chair on the other side of the case table and sat opposite Zhang Fu.
He studied ink, twisted a pen, and helped Zhang Fu copy and correct various drafts.
"Look at this." Zhang Fu didn't say much, handing out a page across the table.
"Lord Zhou's "Discussing the Rong Thief"? The lord is determined to start a full-scale war with Dog Rong?" Xiao Xiu was a little surprised.
Zhang Fu's subordinates kept moving, pens the dragons and snakes, and said in his mouth: "Yes, Mo Qiaosheng has already led his army and set off from Zhengzhou at this moment. We are about to usher in a big battle. Unfortunately, the time is too hasty. , I had hoped to prepare for us for another year or two."
"Since the enemy refuses to give us time, it has already deceived the door. We can only fight." Zhang Fu kept writing. "Offensive is the best defense. The lord's decision is right. I support her."
Xiao Xiu looked at the letter in her hand with a look of worry: "Master Zhou is going to be an envoy in person? But his legs..."
Zhang Fu raised his hand and anointed the plaster on the inkstone: "Although Zixi's legs are broken, his heart is stronger than most people. You don't have to worry about him."
"It's just that since even Zixi has worked so hard, I can't be lazy. I'm afraid I will be very busy for a while." He glanced at Xiao Xiu opposite, "We will all be very busy."
"Yes." Xiao Xiu lowered her head and carefully copied the documents in her hand.
He was thinking silently in his head.
This year is a bumpy year. The population of Bianjing, Qixian, and Zhongmu has increased rapidly, and the income of the national treasury is very abundant.
We also just fought a victory in Song State and received new land and a large amount of compensation.
Xiao Xiu unconsciously began to imitate Zhang Fu's thinking.
He thought about what things the husband needs to think about at this time?
There is a war ahead, and what we have to do is to provide sufficient food and salaries to the soldiers on the front line.
It is also necessary to intensify the training of recruits so that they can continuously provide reinforcements when the war requires them.
In addition, it was not long before Bianjing became the new capital, and the country was divided into various factions, which was the time of chaos.
There are so many things that the husband has to do. I have to work harder and try my best to help him, Xiao Xiu thought in her heart.
Zhang Fu seemed to know what Xiao Xiu was thinking about, and asked, "Apart from armaments and food, do you know what is most important to us right now?"
"Is there anything more important than these two things?" Xiao Xiu thought for a while, and then reacted, "Mr. is talking about... Weiguo?"
"It's good to think of Weiguo." Zhang Fu looked up at him, nodded approvingly.
"Yao Hong of the Wei Kingdom has coveted us for a long time in Bianjing. Their navy is very powerful. From Onoze Shunjishui to Huangchi near Bianjing, in just a few days, we must guard against them. Prevent them from fishing in the muddy waters. In addition, Song Guo just lost the battle in our hands. Even if their monarchs are weak in character, they are sure to be unwilling. We must not be careless."
"Mr. mentioned this, I remembered something." Xiao Xiu raised her head, "The proton sent to our country by Weiguo encountered an assassin today. Fortunately, the guard was able to protect him, but he was not injured."
"Assassin?" Zhang Fu frowned, "A ten-year-old child is also worth sending assassins. Give him some guards and don't let him get into trouble in our Jin country."
In Zhengzhou City,
Yao Tianxiang yawned, lying at the table looking at Cheng Qianye, who was busy with government affairs.
"Qiaosheng is on the expedition. I thought you would have time to accompany me. I didn't expect you to be so busy."
Cheng Qianye laughed: "Don't complain, hurry up and do something for me. I'll be busy for a while. After the application, we will go to Zhengzhou for a microservice. Take a good look at the livelihood of this city."
Yao Tianxiang became happy, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his wrists, took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it with ink, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Yes, you look at this first." Cheng Qianye rubbed his shoulders, pulled out a letter from a pile of letters, and handed it to Yao Tianxiang, "Your nephew lives in our Bianzhou. He was assassinated, what's the matter?"
Yao Tianxiang took the letter, frowned and looked at it for a moment, before snorting coldly: "These villains, who don't do decent things well, they are very good at doing these dirty deeds."
Cheng Qianye couldn't help thinking of the timid little boy.
Living in such an environment every day, it's no wonder that he has developed that timid appearance.
"He is only ten years old and he has been sent to our Jin country to be a proton. Is there anyone who refuses to let him go?" Cheng Qianye was puzzled.
Yao Tianxiang glanced at Cheng Qianye strangely, "What's so incomprehensible to this? Your brother was not also your half-brother..."
She coughed, did not say anything, thinking in her heart, if your brother was not killed by your brother, the two of us might not have a chance to meet.
"My nephews, connected to their respective mothers, fought fiercely. Yao Shun was the third in the list, and he was originally inconspicuous. After you came to Jin to be a proton, you not only did not embarrass him, you also asked him to ask for teachers , Let him go to school with the children of the royal family of Jin. No, it aroused the jealousy of those narrow-minded people."
Cheng Qianye shook his head, and began to rejoice that his harem personnel were relatively simple. There is only one heir at present, and the road is still not good, so he doesn't have to worry about such things now.
After the application time.
The streets and alleys in Zhengzhou City gradually became lively.
It gets dark early in autumn, and it will be completely dark in more than an hour.
Therefore, this moment is the most crowded moment. People from all walks of life appear on the way home. Soldiers in the barracks also finish their training and leave the school grounds.
A variety of steaming food stalls began to be set up on the street. The stall owners greeted the passing customers warmly. The people working everywhere had finished their work, and some would sit down at these stalls, take a bite, and spend the night. food.
Travellers, old-fashioned performers, next to the road, yelling, sticking to the place. The sound of one after another was mixed in the fragrance of the meal, full of the breath of life.
Zhengzhou was once occupied by the famous mountain of Inu Rong people for a long time.
However, it looks like it is still rich in people's livelihood, and it does not show the fear and depression of being ruled by a foreign race.
In contrast, Hokyo, the capital of Inurong where Cheng Qianye had been, was not so comfortable and wealthy.
For most ordinary people, they don't mind who the ruler is. As long as the superior king does not cruelly exploit, does not want to fight, and provides a stable environment, they can live well on their own.
Cheng Qianye took Yao Tianxiang's hand, dressed in casual clothes, eating snacks and shopping for groceries.
A rare moment of leisure, let her relax and comfortable.
Behind them, Cheng Feng and A Jia took a few attendants, accompanied by their guards.
There is a teahouse not far away, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard.
"It's been a long time since I listened to the show, Tianxiang, let's sit down for a while."
Everyone entered the tea house and sat in the private room on the second floor.
It is said that it is a private room, but it is actually just separated by two low half-person high screens, but it is better than ventilation and windows, so there is no need to crowded with many people on the first floor.
The performances in the teahouse are not as good as the skills of the advocates in the Weiguo Palace, which are specially usurped by the nobles, but just listen to the excitement.
Yao Tianxiang recalled the days when she was still the princess of Weiguo. At that time, she was like a canary in a cage, doing nothing all day long, listening to dramas or outings and banquets were all her life.
Repeating the same days boringly, waiting for her father or elder brother to decide her life, and use her as a bargaining chip to marry a husband who can get the most benefit.
Then continue to live another boring and repetitive life. Or indulge in intrigue, just for the favor of a man.
When did her life become so busy?
There is very little time to listen to such a bad song.
She is now the concubine of Jin Yuehou, and Qianye is very good to her. She could have lived a leisurely life. But she just wants to make herself so busy, busy and fulfilling, and feel very interesting every day.
Yao Tianxiang was next to Cheng Qianye, drinking tea and pacing leisurely.
Cheng Qianye sat by the window, looking at the street scene from the window, the pedestrians of all colors coming and going, and the livelihood of the people mixed in the meticulous singing.
A middle-aged man selling dry goods squatted across the street and happened to be facing this window.
He was small, with a rickety back, and a hat on his head, and his face was inconspicuous at all.
He lifted the hat and glanced at the window intentionally or unintentionally.
At that glance, Cheng Qianye violently tightened his hand.
"What's the matter?" Yao Tianxiang asked casually, his eyes still on the stage downstairs.
Cheng Qianye gently squeezed her hand: "Tianxiang, don't look back, listen to me."
Yao Tianxiang paused. On the surface, she still watched the play intently, as if she hadn't heard her, but she responded with a little force with her palm.
Cheng Qianye raised the tea cup, and under the guise of drinking tea, he whispered: "We may have encountered an assassin."
Yao Tianxiang remained silent. She looked at the stage downstairs, but she put her white fingers into the tea cup, dipped her tea, and wrote three words on the table "There is an assassin."
The man selling dry goods pressed the hat on top of his head, and he was shocked.
They spent a long time inquiring about the news that Cheng Qianyu, the Jinyue Hou, was indeed a royal son who had never practiced martial arts and had grown up with respect.
But just now, he just glanced at Jin Yuehou who was sitting by the window, why he felt like he was seen through.
He raised his eyes and looked up through the gap in the hat.
Jin Yuehou, who was traveling in micro-services, was half leaning against the window leisurely, holding a teacup and orderly sipping tea, without greeting the guards, or even talking to the lady next to him.
It should be an illusion, he couldn't see through me at a glance, the man thought to himself. Just relax.