It turned out that such a sentence stung Emperor Yufeng's sensitive nerves.
Han Jian knew what he was doing and immediately said, "I'll go right now."
In fact, Han Jian did not go. He walked quietly to the door, then glanced into the house, and then walked down the steps step by step.
Hong Wen immediately came over and said, "Master, Your Majesty...how is it?"
"It's nothing," Han Jian's voice was very calm and calm, "it's just time to take medicine."
After saying that, he looked at his apprentice and asked, "Where is your majesty's medicine?"
"I have always been here to supervise my disciple! I don't dare to take advantage of others!" Hong Wen said with worry in his eyes, "I don't know how long your Majesty can last."
After saying that, when he found the master's calm and cold gaze on him, he immediately slapped himself in the face and said repeatedly: "I was wrong. Your Majesty is destined to live a long life. He will naturally be able to last for a long time. What can't be sustained?"
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"Watch your mouth." Han Jian looked away and said lightly.
Hong Wen did not dare to speak any more.
His master is the eunuch in charge of ceremonies and eunuchs. Even now, all policies to be determined by the cabinet vote will eventually be sent to his master for approval.
The Chief of Ceremony is completely subordinate to His Majesty's organization, so no matter how dissatisfied the prince is, no matter how dissatisfied the prince is, no matter how much the civil and military ministers in the court say that the master is in power and the eunuch is in power.
But no one dared to ask to remove or replace Han Jian, because that would be tantamount to disrespecting Emperor Yufeng, and could even be labeled as a rebel.
It is precisely for this reason that Hong Wen also knows that the ceremonial supervisors and their supervisors are now under great pressure. As long as Emperor Yufeng dies, life for them may not be easy.
Especially Master Han Jian.
One emperor and one courtier, it becomes extremely clear at this time.
Not to mention, Master's ideas have always been inconsistent with those of the ministers in the imperial court.
Especially when it comes to matters against King Chen.
In fact, Hong Wen didn't know what his master was thinking. Why would he bother to offend King Chen at this time?
Life in Datong is so difficult now, and Master's attitude towards military pay and troop sources is so firm, which is somewhat insufficient to assess the situation.
King Chen fought with Da Rong, which was a great righteousness, at least the righteousness of Da Qi.
Nowadays, all the civil and military officials in the dynasty are busy sending people and food to Da Rong, but they are stuck here with the master. What is going on?
In the future, if we liquidate them all in one move, I'm afraid not even a single corpse will be recovered.
"What are you thinking about?"
Han Jian's voice suddenly came from behind, making Hongwen jump.
As soon as he turned around, he saw his master looking at him with a half-smile.
Like everyone else, Hong Wen couldn't see the unnecessary expression on Han Jian's face, so he was quite flattered at this time, but also a little scared at the same time.
"All the lawsuits are written on my forehead," Han Jian looked at him with a rare kind look in his eyes, "If you become a palm eunuch in the future, will you be so uncontrollable?"
Hong Wen was shocked when he heard this and knelt down quickly, "Master, disciple... I have no other ideas."
Han Jian clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the dark night outside. His face was completely dark like that night, but his tone was still gentle, "Why are you so nervous? I will leave one day, so of course you will.
A day of ascendancy."
After hearing what he said, Hong Wen stood up, rarely showing his true emotions, and sighed deeply, "Alas! How can His Highness tolerate my disciple and his master?"
"Who said..."
Han Jian seemed to have said something, but Hong Wen didn't hear it clearly. He looked at the tall man in front of the window in surprise, but the next moment, there was no one at the window.
It was as if the words he just said were simply his imagination.
This kind of thing cannot be accomplished in a short while.
The New Year is coming soon, and according to the rules, the court should seal the deal, but there are still many things to deal with before the end of the year.
In fact, Han Jian didn't really care about these court affairs. The person who really dealt with them was Hong Wen. It was just a few major matters. In the end, the cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies had to meet to confirm, and then the master would come forward to express his position.
Among them, the most important one, and what Master values the most, is naturally the news about Datong.
Not surprisingly, today’s thick pile contains a lot of things about Datong.
When he saw the little message there, Hong Wen couldn't help but yelled, "What kind of brain is this!"
It was the Jin Yiwei who was far away in Datong who caught the prefect secretly transferring his wife and private property. The key is that this matter was not secretly guarded, but was exposed when the prefect's wife disguised herself and went out of the city.
Next to the city gate was the porridge shed set up by the imperial court for disaster relief. The bright yellow gold rolled out, making a great noise, and the entire city gate was in chaos.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the news that the prefect’s wife left with a large amount of money immediately flew to every corner of Datong as if it had wings.
For a moment, everyone became nervous.
Initially, with the government's relief and the good news from the front lines, although the people in the border areas were still a little uneasy, they generally held an optimistic mood.
Seeing this happen, everyone's mentality suddenly collapsed.
The prefect, after all, is the biggest official in Datong, and the information he has is much better than that of ordinary people.
Even the prefect is busy transferring property and family members. Can this battle be won?
Why is the life of an official important, but the life of ordinary people is not life?
At this time, the people who had already begun to prepare for the New Year no longer cared about the New Year, and one by one began to plan where to take refuge.
So, the whole scene was a mess.
This is actually not a big deal, it just makes people feel uncomfortable.
Hong Wen snorted softly, "They are all nonsense. The imperial court is simply wasting food in raising these people."
As he spoke, he put those things aside and looked at the next thing.
Such a thing is indeed not a big deal for the imperial court.
But for people in Datong, it is really annoying.
Xie Qionghua's mouth was filled with bubbles, "Do you still have the herbal tea you made last time?"
Seeing her anxious look, Xie Songhua couldn't help but persuade her: "Isn't it just a small day for you? And it's such a time of year, don't drink anymore, otherwise you will complain about stomachache at night."
Xie Qionghua's irritability was written on his face, "How can I care about that? You don't know that I just went there today and the shed was knocked down. There are still people who are leading others to charge and insist on reopening the city gate."
go out."
Cuiliu still brought her a bowl of herbal tea, but it was heated.
"Oh, my Aunt Cuiliu, this is hot tea!"
Cuiliu said helplessly: "You won't be able to drink something cold anymore. If you really feel unsatisfied, the eldest lady can just grab the snow outside and put it in. This slave doesn't dare to take responsibility. If something unexpected happens later, the eldest lady will arrest you."
Man, this servant doesn't have the ability to fight against her old man."
Although Xie Qionghua said that she was completely healed, she was still not as good as a normal woman in terms of convenience, so she didn't say anything more after hearing this.
"What's the situation at the city gate now?"
Xie Qionghua drank more than half of the bowl, then sighed and said: "The town has finally come down. Oh, by the way, Baiyue is here."
After hearing this, Xie Songhua's hands stopped and he asked in surprise: "When did you come back?"
"I don't know either, but he came back alone, and the prince is still ahead."
It's almost the Chinese New Year, and Xie Songhua's belly is starting to show signs of pregnancy, but so far she hasn't seen Xiao Yu.
There was another hard fight a few days ago, but the military rations sent here were half less than before.
The prefect came to the palace to cry and complain several times, but Xie Songhua had no choice but to write to Xie Changqing.
"Don't worry!" Xie Qionghua saw her mood at this time and grabbed her hand. "Uncle is still in the cabinet! And there are still a few days until the seal is sealed. He will definitely be able to transfer the food."
