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After listening to Fang Jifan¡¯s words, Zhu Xiurong¡¯s pretty face suddenly showed a look of surprise.
She slept lightly at night. First she heard noises outside, and then she heard the eunuchs on duty outside talking in low voices, so she became worried.
Although you are in a deep palace, you can occasionally know some things outside the palace.
??Especially for the censor, my father has always been a bit 'fearful'. When the censor impeached the Zhang brothers, it also made the palace very unhappy.
So she thought in her mind that just because of the imperial censor's impeachment, her father was so worried that he actually called his two uncles into the palace and taught them a lesson all night long. Only then did the two uncles admit their mistakes obediently and the matter was dropped.
It¡¯s impossible for Fang Jifan to be as good as the two uncles.
What¡¯s more, there are so many censors impeached this time.
So she was in a hurry and came up with this idea. Now seeing Fang Jifan's calm and composed look on his face, she couldn't help but say: "Is it so powerful?"
"No, no, it's not powerful at all." Fang Jifan said with a calm look on his face: "This is all because of His Majesty's sage."
Zhu Xiurong stared at Fang Jifan and couldn't help but said happily: "You are so humble."
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Are you humble? Fang Jifan tried hard to recall why he always gave people a wrong impression.
However, it seems that this impression is not bad.
"Your Highness, please take care of yourself. It's time to go to bed in the middle of the night."
Zhu Xiurong's face suddenly turned red: "Yes, I shouldn't have called you here in the middle of the night, but you were frightened."
"It's nothing." Fang Jifan smiled and said, "Your Highness can summon me anytime. I I am taking care of myself recently, so I may be more leisurely."
"Huh? Are you sick?" Zhu Xiurong was stunned for a moment.
No wonderlooking at this person, I always feel a sense of intimacy.
Zhu Xiurong realized at this time that maybe it was because of the sympathy for the same disease. He had a brain disease, and I also had a brain disease.
Fang Jifan couldn't help but laughed dryly and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I just need to take more care of it. Your Highness also needs to take more care of it. Let's try to get rid of the root cause of the disease as soon as possible."
Zhu Xiurong nodded: "Yes, so as not to worry my father and mother. Speaking of which, my brother envies you very much."
Fang Jifan was startled: "What?"
Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a pair of clear and bright eyes and said, "He always said it would be great if he also had brain disease."
Looking at such a pair of innocent eyes, Fang Jifan even felt that his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, but he still managed to keep his face straight and said seriously: "This is a disease! It needs to be treated."
Zhu Xiurong smiled sweetly, thought for a while and said: "Now that I think about it, it's not bad to have this disease. In fact, it's not inconvenient. Occasionally, you can chat with me and talk about outside things. , my brother said that farming is the most interesting, and I was thinking about how farming is done, and I really want to see it for myself."
"" Fang Jifan smiled slightly and said, "Did he say that I am an official of thousands of households in the field, specializing in the cultivation of land?"
"" Zhu Xiurong said in surprise: "Not really."
"Then, he must not have told His Highness that because I cultivated the land well, His Majesty ordered his ministers to farm the fields."
"Really?" Zhu Xiurong was surprised: "I didn't expect you knew so many things."
"Not much." Fang Jifan sighed with emotion: "Whatever is beneficial to the people, I will do it. I am the queen of Nanhe Bo. I have received the country's favor in this life. I can share your Majesty's worries. I will do my best to do anything that can bring peace to the people." It is a matter of course for a man to be a real man and take the world as his own responsibility. What I hate the most is those losers who live idle lives and do nothing for others. They don¡¯t know that there are still many hungry people in this world, and they don¡¯t know that there are still people in this world who are hungry. Many people are naked, and these people are no different from animals."
Zhu Xiurong stared at Fang Jifan, feeling that Fang Jifan was extraordinarily energetic when he was talking about truth, and even his image seemed taller in his eyes.
"Your Highness, do you know why I haven't married yet?" Fang Jifan said with gusto, a little reluctant to leave.
Zhu Xiurong pursed her lips and thought to herself, why did you just talk about getting a wife? Then he said: "Why?"
Fang Jifan sighed and said: "In ancient times, there was Dayu who controlled the floods, but he could not come in. There was also Huo Qubing, who had not destroyed the Huns, so why did he call his home? Although my minister Fang Jifan did not have the ambitions of these two sages, he still had the heart to help the world. How could he be wiped out by a woman? own ambition."
Zhu Xiurong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said: "In this case, aren't you going to?, we can only do the tooth ceremony.
As a last resort, they began to kill the horses.
When the Tatars go on an expedition, they often drive the horses together. When they are on a long-distance attack, they can constantly replace the horses to ensure that the horses are in the best condition. Once they have to, they start to kill the horses.
But for the Tatars, killing horses is a sad thing, because for them, these horses are their companions.
Therefore, during the slaughter, many people's eyes were red and they turned towards Jinzhou City with hatred. In the end, after a specialized wizard first prayed to heaven, someone took a big ax and chopped off the horse's head.
These horses were finally broken down and thrown into iron pots. Horse meat and snow water gathered in the iron pots. The aroma of the meat wafted out. The hungry Tatars gathered in small groups. In this cold wind, songs were sung with angry voices.
In the brightly lit tent, the little prince anxiously paced back and forth with his hands behind his back!
¡°Obviously, he is full of expectations and hopes that reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty will come to help. If this is the case, even if the Duoyan Guards, who are also Mongolian, come to help, it doesn¡¯t matter to him.
The Tatar is like a knife. This knife has been sharpened for too long. It needs to find a flesh and blood body to vent its killing intent.
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