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    The east wind is thawing, the rain is blowing, the peach blossoms are blooming, the insects are chirping, and the blackbirds are coming. It is spring again, and the cycle begins again.

    This spring is just the beginning of an ordinary new year, but for all the officials in the capital, the princes outside, various civil and military yamen, and even the tens of thousands of people in the Wei Dynasty, the twenty-sixth of next month is a special occasion for the whole country to celebrate.  Happy day.

    This year is the sixth year of Zhaoping, and the twenty-sixth day of the next month is the emperor¡¯s fiftieth birthday.

    Seven years have passed since he ascended the throne. In the private comments of the ministers, although there are suspicions of harsh punishments and harsh laws, the emperor has cultivated his health and has been on the throne for many years.  , worked diligently in government affairs, and worked hard day and night. Now the world is at peace and the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is obvious to all. Therefore, when he celebrates his fiftieth birthday, ministers continue to come up and propose a general amnesty to the world. The Ministry of Rites will organize a thousand-year celebration ceremony. When the time comes, the world will celebrate and all the people will celebrate together.  Congratulations, let's pray for the emperor's birthday.

    The emperor had always had little interest in celebrating his birthday. Every year, he only held ritual sacrifices in the ancestral temple, and no officials congratulated him. This was the case every year, but this year, maybe he was older, or maybe he was celebrating his fiftieth birthday.  Because of this, the emperor was uncharacteristic and did not voice any objection. So after the Lantern Festival, the Ministry of Rites and the Zongren Mansion took the lead, and the subordinate Taichang Temple, Guanglu Temple, and Honglu Temple worked together. The remaining five departments and the nine ministers of the imperial court all put aside their differences.  Everything is ready for the longevity celebration on the 26th of next month.  The ministers' proposals for setting up altars, building rituals, and building temples to pray for longevity were all rejected by the emperor. Only last year, the southeast coast also achieved a great victory in the war against Japanese invaders, completely destroying the lairs of Japanese pirates hiding on several islands in Penghu, and suppressing the Japanese invaders.  Nearly 10,000 Japanese pirates were killed and thousands were captured. The remaining ones, like bereaved dogs, fled back to the Japanese country in panic. The Japanese pirates that had plagued the coast for many years were finally eliminated. The soldiers and the people were happy and encouraged. Now they are eagerly waiting for the sea ban to be reopened. The long life proposed by the Ministry of War will be celebrated on the emperor¡¯s day.  A prisoner presentation ceremony was held in front of the Meridian Gate of the city to celebrate the emperor's longevity and to promote the country's prestige. The emperor approved and the Ministry of War took care of it.

    Late at night, when the third watch was approaching, Li Yuangui hurriedly entered the palace with a watch in his hand, with a slight joy on his face. He quickly reached the entrance of the palace, looked inside and saw a heavy darkness, and asked the little eunuch on duty: "Long live the rest."  Got off?"

    The little eunuch whispered: "Long Live is a little tired, there are not many memorials, I finished approving them at Haishi, and then I rested."

    Li Yuangui held the watch in his hand and glanced at the inner hall again. When hesitating, he suddenly heard the emperor's voice coming from the depths of the dark inner hall: "Is it Li Yuangui?" The voice sounded slightly hoarse.

    Li Yuangui hurriedly responded, put the watch in his arms, went inside, lit the candle, walked to the dragon bed, lifted up a hanging curtain, and hung it with a gold hook.

    Xiao Lie opened his eyes and slowly sat up.  Li Yuangui saw that there was a layer of sweat on the back of his white tunic, sticking to his back, and there was also a faint layer of water on his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a dream, so he hurriedly took a sweat towel to wipe his sweat.

    Xiao Lie took it and slowly wiped his forehead.

    "Does your head still hurt in Long Live? You must take care of your dragon body. Don't pay attention to those confused words from confused people! The imperial doctor also said that Long Live is caused by irritable anger and qi trapped in the heart. If you can relax and slow down your breath every day,  , your body will naturally get better."

    Since last year, Xiao Lie¡¯s health has gradually become worse than in the past few years. He sleeps lightly at night and has headaches from time to time.  When I came back from court today, I felt pain for a while again. The reason was the Longevity Celebration. During the court meeting, when the ministers were discussing the preparations, a Hanlin scholar who was also busy with official duties actually came up and said that the East Palace is related to the state, it is a major event of the court, and the palace position  But it is still vacant, and the courtiers are all anxious. The deposed prince has been keeping vigil for many years. He hopes that the emperor will take this opportunity of long life to be kind enough to recall him, teach him some lessons, and help him. This will be great luck for the court and the world.

    Although this memorial does not mention the restoration of the crown prince, its meaning is self-evident.

    It has been seven years since the emperor ascended the throne. The only prince was deposed from the throne and sent to his ancestral home to guard the mausoleum. During these years, there has been no movement in the harem. According to rumors, the emperor's harem seems to be in vain. In the past few years, there has never been a summons.  Sleeping with concubines.  The courtiers are calm on the surface, but secretly they have all kinds of speculations, and there are undercurrents surging underneath.  Especially in the past two years, courtiers have paid more and more attention to this matter. Gradually some people speculated that the emperor intended to restore the crown prince, but could not find a suitable opportunity. Nowadays, there are people with a keen sense of smell in Wanshou, such as the great scholar Zhan Shi.  When I got on the plane, I thought I was trying to figure out the holy will and would do what I wanted, but I never expected that after hearing this, the emperor became furious and dismissed Zhan Shi from his post on the spot with a thirty-year imperial staff. Then he left the court angrily.  , leaving the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty either in trembling fear or in inexplicable shock.  When the emperor returned to the harem, he also had a headache. The imperial doctor came over and struggled for a while before he slowly recovered.

    Xiao Lie did not respond. He wiped his sweat, threw down the sweat towel, and asked, "Why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

    Li Yuangui hurriedly smiled and said: "Long live the Longyou Jiedushi Yamen's birthday congratulatory form was delivered overnight. I think of the long live wishes."Learn to shoot twenty arrows.

    Today was a double day, and his father had something to do and he couldn't accompany him, so the little guy came by himself. As usual, he followed the postures taught by his father and followed the posture of the horse, in a precise and stylish manner.

    The sun gradually rose, and the incense faded away. Because he had just practiced, sweat quickly broke out on the boy's forehead. An attendant with a pale face and a high-pitched voice was accompanying him. He was the eunuch Cui Yinshui, who was now accompanying him.  This young master has been working hard for three years, and he felt very distressed when he saw this. He looked around and saw that the master was not there, so he hurriedly came to the incense, puffed up his cheeks, and helped blow the incense vigorously.  I was out of breath and rolled my eyes. In such weather, my back was sweating. But I finished blowing the incense. I took a long breath, turned around, and said happily: "  Young Master! Look, I've finished blowing the incense for you! The horse is done today!"

    The boy, Pei You'an's son, seemed not to hear him. He continued to squat on the horse, his little body motionless, his eyes only looking at the black shadow cast by the weapon rack in front of him on the ground, until the shadow and the corner of the wall were close to each other.  Together, he stood up straight and kicked his sore calves: "Cui Ban'er, if my father comes later and asks me if I have practiced a full stick of incense, I will tell you that you helped me blow the incense.  , I had no choice but to look at the shadow of the sun the day before yesterday, and I don¡¯t know if one stick of incense would be enough." There was a childish sound in his voice, which sounded soft, but Cui Yinshui was so frightened that he said "ouch"  , squatting on the ground, slapping his own mouth with both hands alternately, "I call you a bitch!" He cried with a sad face, "Young Master, just spare me this time. I won't dare to do it next time!"

    The boy watched him slap him in the face a few times, then went up, took his hand away, and said: "Cui Baner, I know you are good to me, but I don't like this. I agreed to dad's matter,  You must do it! I was scaring you just now. But next time, if you do this again, I will be really angry!"

    Cui Yinshui nodded vigorously, and the boy smiled. He picked up a small iron bow made by his father from the weapons rack, stood on the ground a few feet away, nocked an arrow, fully pulled the bow string, took aim, and pointed towards  The target in front shoots flying arrows.

    With a "whoosh" sound, the arrow nailed into the target. Although it was two inches away from the target, at such a young age, his eyes and posture were extremely calm, and he seemed to have the demeanor of everyone.

    The boy shot an arrow. Seeing that the arrow missed the target, he continued to practice one arrow after another. He had already reached twenty arrows, but he seemed to be working hard and continued to practice meticulously. He gradually became hot and sweated profusely.  , took off his coat again.

    Cui Yinshui looked on, feeling distressed for a while. He wished he could go up and do it for him, but this time he didn't dare to say a word. He only stayed by the side and helped the child pass the arrows. At this time, someone came in from the school gate.  She is a slim beauty in her early twenties, with bright eyes and misty temples. She is wearing an autumn-colored skirt. It was a bit cold because of the wind. When she came out, she put a short white fox collar shawl on a goose yellow background with begonia patterns embroidered on her shoulders. She is extremely beautiful.  , walking towards this side.  Cui Yinshui heard the footsteps and turned her head. Seeing that the mistress was coming, she looked happy and hurriedly went up to her, gesticulating and talking.

    Ci'er had just turned three years old last month, and she was brought to the school by Pei You'an. Jiafu was also distressed and tried to stop her at first, but her son refused to accept her favor. Jiafu had no choice but to let him go. Only then did she hear what Tanxiang said.  The master had something to do and went out. He was worried, so he came over by himself. He saw his son laying arrows there, and he called out.  When Ci'er heard that her mother was coming, she quickly put down her bow and arrow and ran over.

    Jiafu hugged him and saw that his face was sweaty. She touched him and found that his back was covered with sweat. She felt distressed. She quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and asked if he was tired.

    In front of her father, Ci'er looked like a little adult, but when she came to Jia Fu, she returned to the appearance of a soft little human. She hugged Jia Fu's neck, leaned over with her little face, and nodded.

    When Jia Fu saw that the palms of his little hands had red marks from the bowstring, she felt extremely distressed and couldn't help but blame Pei You'an in her heart.  After asking Cui Yinshui, he learned that he had already shot the twenty arrows required by Pei Youan, so he took his son back to the house, wiped his body, and changed his clothes inside and outside.

    Mu Xiang brought a bowl of snacks, and Jia Fu fed him personally. Ci'er ate a few bites. Yang Yun came to ask for a visit, saying that the birthday gift and the birthday curtain had been sealed and handed over to the Express to be sent to the capital.

    The emperor celebrated his 500,000th birthday, and the whole world congratulated him. The news had reached Longyou early, but Pei You'an only sent out an official letter of congratulations, without any other expressions, and he was still busy every day.  Jia Fu hurriedly made a birthday curtain and a birthday celebration dress with her own hands, and asked Yang Yun to send it to the capital in the name of the Longxi Jiedu Envoy Office.

    She made the birthday curtains and clothes without hiding it from Pei Youan, and specifically let him see it that day.  He stared at it, then walked over with a straight face.  When Jiafu saw that he didn't object, she asked Yang Yun to send him out.

    After Yang Yun finished reporting, he left. Jia Fu continued to feed his son, but Ci'er blinked and asked curiously: "Mother, where is the capital? What is the emperor like? Why did mother give it to him on his birthday?"  He made clothes? I saw it all that day, why was daddy so unhappy?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Ci'er blinked her eyes and asked curiously: "Mother, where is the capital? What is the emperor like? Why did mother make clothes for him on his birthday? I saw it that day, why was dad so unhappy?  Happy?" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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