Song Qing knew that what Liu Mingzhi said was just a joke, so he didn't care.
“So, do you plan to let the Western Expedition army do the same as we did when we set out to conquer the countries in the Western Regions in the past, using large food and Tianzhu as a springboard to support war with war and continue the Western Expedition?”
Liu Mingzhi nodded silently, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
“Now that things have come to a point, war is the best way to support war.
Otherwise, the current strength of the imperial court is simply not enough to support the supply of food and grass for the 800,000-strong army thousands of miles away.
Even if the countries in the Western Regions help, it will still be a huge problem.
With an army of 800,000, one day’s food consumption is equivalent to half a year’s tax for a lowly and wealthy state.
After the unification of the world, everything inside and outside the imperial court was in dire straits waiting for improvement.
If we don’t feed war with war, I, Liu Mingzhi, will be remembered in the history books as a militaristic and foolish king.
In fact, each generation has its own mission. It is not easy for our generation to be able to unify the world so that the people have enough food and clothing, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
Whether it is the Western countries, Tsarist Russia in the north, or some Western countries in the west of the Western Regions, brother, I have no plans to get involved in the territory there yet.
Originally I thought that it would be enough to wait until the country is completely prosperous and the people are strong, and then leave it to the next generation to look forward to the world.
But who would have thought that Dashi, Tianzhu, and Tianzhu would be on the edge of their brothers' swords?
With no other choice, I have no choice but to work hard for our generation and lay a foundation for future generations.
I hope Qing Shi can be fair and can leave a good name for me, my little brother!
In this case, a hundred years from now, even if I may be criticized by my father and eldest brother, I will be relieved if I have a spirit in heaven."
Song Qing looked sadly at the snow on the pavilions outside the palace and sighed: "It's hard to say something you don't want to hear!
Gong is work, tried and tested.
No matter how great your achievements are, they can’t erase your stigma of treason and usurping the throne!
Of course, except for you forcing Mr. Xia to rewrite the history books."
“I, Liu Mingzhi, don’t even bother to do this.
Okay, you go back first, I will discuss in the palace the imperial edict to reward the soldiers who went to the Western Expedition."
“Yes, I retire!”
"Um!"
After Song Qing left, there was no time for a cup of tea. Xiao Chengzi hurriedly ran from the back hall of Qinzheng Hall to the front hall.
“Xiao…Xiao Chengzi meets your Majesty.”
Liu Mingzhi was sitting on the dragon chair. When he heard Xiao Chengzi's breathless words, he stopped writing the pen in his hand: "No courtesy, just stand aside and take a breath!"
“Yes, thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty!”
Liu Mingzhi glanced at Xiao Chengzi and began to write at the desk again. He paused and thought five or six times before finishing writing an imperial edict.
Liu Mingzhi put the pen back to its original place, dried the ink, slowly rolled up the imperial edict and handed it to Xiao Chengzi.
"Keep it sealed and I will pass it on to you when the seal is sealed."
“We obey the order.”
“Don’t break the rules!”
Xiao Chengzi looked startled, and knelt down on the ground and kept kowtowing: "We don't dare, we just have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. We don't dare to read a single word of the imperial edict without His Majesty's permission."
“Get up.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!”
“Xiao Chengzi.”
“We are here! We are here!”
“Have you heard of the deeds of your ancestor Zhou Fei?”
“Report to your majesty, we are familiar with it!”
Liu Mingzhi gently adjusted the wrinkles on his cuffs and nodded without sadness or joy: "Yeah! It's good if you've heard it before, and even better if you're familiar with it.
I value you very much. Although I don’t live in the palace, I leave all the big and small things in the palace to you.
I don’t need you to be as diligent as your ancestor Zhou, but don’t let me down.”
“We don’t dare. Xiao Chengzi always remembers where today’s favor comes from. He never dares to have any second thoughts about His Majesty, let alone have any thoughts that shouldn’t be done.
Your Majesty is aware of this!"
"Just understand it in your heart. Okay, go and do your own business. I still have to leave the palace to tell people's fortunes."
“Yes, yes, we send you off to Your Majesty!”
After beating Xiao Chengzi, Mr. Liu rushed out of the palace with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't until Mr. Liu's figure disappeared under the steps of the square that Xiao Chengzi sat down on the floor tiles in the hall, holding the imperial edict as if he was exhausted.
Lifting up her sleeves and wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, Chengzi recalled in shock whether she had done anything against the customs during this period.
“Girl, brother is back!”
Ren Qingrui's delicate body trembled, and she hurriedly hid the books in her hands behind her back. She looked at Mr. Liu with a slightly unnatural expression as he walked toward the recliner with a faint smile: "I'll be back when I'm back!"
Mr. Liu threw himself straight on the recliner and groaned comfortably.
“Eh? Girl, why is there something wrong with your face?
So red? Are you infected with the cold? It only took half a day, isn’t it?"
“I...I was too close to the stove. Isn’t it normal for my face to get hot due to the steam?”
Young Master Liu nodded clearly: "That's true, but you have to be careful not to touch your three thousand green hair on the stove, or it will turn into a chicken coop."
“I’m not that stupid!”
Major Liu put the long blanket on his legs, smiled and nodded: "It's okay if you know, brother, don't talk nonsense.
The weather is getting colder and colder. I just fooled two customers today and earned twenty copper coins. I didn't even earn enough to pay for briquettes and tea.
What a big loss!
Anyway, idle time is idle, don’t you prefer poetry? Come on, show your brother the poems and poems in your hand, let’s discuss, maybe you can become a female poet that everyone respects in the future!
"
Ren Qingrui looked at the palm that Young Master Liu stretched out in front of her, with a panic expression on her face. She wanted to stuff the books hidden behind her back into her flat stomach.
"I...you...what are you looking at? Do you understand poetry?"
Young Master Liu sat up straight and looked at the bright-eyed Ren Qingrui with a displeased look: "Smelly girl, before I entered the capital, I was also the number one Jie Yuanlang in Jinling.
The poems that passed the Jie Yuan exam were all copied by my brother and me based on my ability... ahem, I made them based on my ability.
I don’t understand poetry? You are so contemptuous of others!
Come on, come on, bring me that book of poems that you read every day, and you can pick a poem at random. If my brother can't analyze the profound meaning of any poem for you, my brother will do nothing for you for three months.
clothes!"
Ren Qingrui looked at Young Master Liu with a somewhat solemn look, and retracted his neck into the light yellow cloak like an ostrich: "I...I...I...it's getting late, it's time to have lunch, I'll go to the restaurant first.
You take your food for today!"
After Ren Qingrui finished speaking, she stood up and ran towards the outside of the shed. The books in her hand were hidden without leaving a trace in the satchel embroidered with lotus flowers under her cloak.
Young Master Liu looked blankly at Qian Ying, who ran out as soon as Ren Qingrui had a disagreement. He shook his head with a confused look on his face, got up and walked towards the stove nearby.
"I'm sick. Isn't it because Mr. Ye is fond of dragons?"
I, the young master Xie Yuanlang, want to help you study poetry, but you are not willing to do it. I really don’t know if you really like poetry or if you pretend to like poetry... Huh? "
Young Master Liu paused in mid-air with a hot water kettle in his hand, staring blankly at the very familiar book beside the stove that he had read half through.
“The poem is here, what kind of book is that girl Ren holding?
Hss... No way?"
The sound of light and messy footsteps reached Young Master Liu's ears. Ren Qingrui left and returned, picked up the books that had fallen by the stove, and ran out again without even looking at Young Master Liu.
"I was walking in a hurry. I dropped the book and didn't notice it. You can continue drinking tea."
“Oh! Walk slowly!”
Mr. Liu poured a cup of hot tea with a strange look on his face and just sat down.
The sound of horseshoes clanking could be heard as he passed by Mr. Liu's stall and rushed toward the palace gate.
“Quickly give way, a great victory will be achieved in the north, and Hongzheng will hurry up eight hundred miles!”
“Quickly give way, a great victory will be achieved in the north, and Hongzheng will hurry up eight hundred miles!”
“Quickly give way, a great victory will be achieved in the north, and Hongzheng will hurry up eight hundred miles!”