Red Mansion Wind

Chapter 35 The buds did not compete with the flowers, and the most beautiful branch of Huai Xu Yinghong.

Fu Wangfu.

"Hey~"

Fu Wang Song Yu watched the eldest prince, and the third prince left, and sighed deeply. His two imperial nephews came tonight not just to see him as the emperor's uncle.

After being separated for more than ten years, not to mention blood relatives, even biological ones are not very close, so how could they care about his uncle specially.

It was Song Chengqian who came here for the food delivery on the grassland.

The Zhengshitang has sorted out the rules. There are dozens of large and small border tribes in Dagan, with a few thousand in the large and a few hundred in the small.

This year is considered to be a good year for Dagan, there is no shortage of money and fodder, and the price of grain is also stable, about five renminbi per stone.

The imperial court estimated that one stone of grain would be enough for a person to feed for two or three months, and they certainly couldn't just eat grain, there would always be some livestock, so they could last until after the spring plowing.

Therefore, he planned to transport [-] shi of grain to the grassland to give to those small tribes, and he was not afraid of them coming to invade the border, and Dagan could also draw out young and strong to resist the grassland tribes.

The best result is that the grassland will not fall, and plundering small tribes will cause their civil strife, that is the best.

Judging from the fact that there were only tens of thousands of people plundering the border on the grasslands in previous years, this is very possible. Even if it is not possible, it will only cost 5 taels to delay some time, so that the frontier army can prepare more bravely, which is a good deal. business.

And the eldest prince Song Chengqian's coming here is a bit absurd. This matter was supposed to be just for the Privy Council to send troops to deliver food to those tribes, but the eldest prince said that this was not military, but that government affairs should be handled by the Ministry of War and Housekeeping.

The Privy Council and the Ministry of War are originally two yamen with overlapping functions but are not under the control of each other. The Privy Council is in charge of deploying defenses, dispatching troops, and training soldiers.

It is a strategic department in peacetime, and it is the highest command in wartime. The rest of the affairs have nothing to do with it, and it is directly under the emperor's control, and it can be done without going through the political affairs hall.

The director of the Ministry of War is all about logistics scheduling, rewards and punishments for meritorious service, and promotion and promotion of soldiers, but they are under the door of the political affairs hall, so they often get dirty.

In the past, under the prestige of Duke Zhen, they dared not reach out to the Privy Council, but now that King Fu was replaced, those people dared not come clearly, so they took the eldest prince as the vanguard.

"Humph!"

King Fu snorted coldly and shook his head again. He finally let go, because sending grain to the grassland was a matter of logistics, or a rough plan, but it was not easy for the eldest prince to refuse directly when he came to the door.

Song Qiancheng only said one thing that moved him, saying that sending a large army to escort a small amount of food would inevitably attract people's suspicion, if not let the Ministry of War arrange it, use some capable disciples of the Xun family, arrange some village households, and the matter will be settled.

It is not attracting attention, but also allows the farmers to earn a lot of money, how good it is, it is so good that Song Yu also gave him a high look.

The king gave the eldest prince this face, but he saw a bad sign. If it was a matter of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households, why didn't the second prince also Song Chengyuan, but the eldest prince and the third prince came.

I really can't figure out why Your Majesty didn't set up the East Palace and establish the status of monarch and minister. Have you forgotten the lesson of the previous emperor?

"Father, what are you doing shaking your head here? But after seeing Yexue, I can't get any good poems, so read it quickly and let me listen~"

The neck tightened, and someone put a blanket on it, and turned around to see if it was his precious daughter or who it was.

Seeing her grinning, King Fu said in a bad mood: "You little girl also came to tease your father, I'm not a poet, how could I get so many poems?"

"No, no, father and king haven't composed poems for a long time after returning to the capital, and today I have to have a poem from my daughter to let you go."

The little princess Song Ruxuan is just like her mother, and the princess was also eccentric, tricky, lively and cute when she was young, otherwise she wouldn't be called Ruxuan.

Hemerocallis also forgets worries, and Xuantang is also a metaphor for mother.

Song Ruxuan lived up to her name, innocent, romantic, and carefree, but she still has this temperament when she grows up, so she will inevitably be disliked by the old lady's family.

Then I thought again, who would dare not like my daughter?

"Success, Cheng Cheng, let go of you girl, why don't you compose a song now?"

"That's about the same, hehe~"

Song Ruxuan's Fu Wang's sleeves, Fu Wang stroking his beard with one hand behind his back, paced along the Chaoshou corridor. Song Yu has been in the south of the Yangtze River all year round, and has many contacts with those literati and refined scholars.

Not to mention the high attainments of poetry, but it is still possible to write a little poem to send my daughter away.

Poems are either written from the heart, or in response to the occasion. At this moment, the father and daughter just arrived at a pond, two or two of the dead lotus branches curled up, the lotus pods broke like a few unicorns, and a thin layer of snow covered them. , extremely bleak.

I don't know how to touch Fu Wang, seeing him staring at the pond and opening his mouth, he said slowly: "The buds have not competed with the flowers, the most beautiful branches of the locust tree are red, and the fruit of Baizang is not confusing. Zhongji's white head is lost, heart, thinking."

The last few words were frustrating, but Fu Wang Song Yu's eyes no longer looked at the pond, and drifted away into the dark night to nowhere. Song Ruxuan repeated it twice after listening to it, and felt that the poem was indeed suitable for the occasion, but the taste in it was not clear But she understood the last sentence, Wang Xinsi.

She has also eaten lotus root, but isn't it hollow like a net and you can pull out pieces of silk thread.

How could she, who was carefree and carefree, know that Fu Wang was thinking of his own past. In the first half of his life, he was three inconspicuous princes, but when a catastrophe happened, the three of them were pulled out. That position can also do a great job for Daqian. In the end, the good years are like fruits that no one picks, and they are all wasted in the mountains and rivers.

Now that the emperor let him sit on the command of the three armies, he was a little confused. In his memory, he was the second royal family to sit on this position.

"My lord, Xuan'er, there is no one to be found on either side of the strange road, what are you doing here in this cold day?"

The concubine's accusation came from behind, Song Ruxuan turned her head to see her mother, she ran over to hug her arm and said coquettishly, "Hee hee, concubine mother, my father just wrote a poem, I'll read it to you~"

"Sprout does not compete with hundreds of flowers, and the most beautiful branch of Sophora japonica is red"

She read the poem written by King Fu just now, looked at her mother and asked, "Mother, is this poem good?"

"Stupid girl, what's the point, don't be too young to be educated about your father's sorrow, be careful not to become a little old lady~"

Concubine Fu has followed King Fu for so many years, and she immediately understood the meaning of the poem, but she pinched the little Princess' nose with a smile, and then turned her head to look at King Fu's eyes full of warmth that has been cultivated for many years. She went up to treat King Fu University cloak.

"My lord, it's getting late, go back and rest early~"

"Well, why did the empress call you into the palace today?"

King Fu nodded and stopped thinking about the unknown things, and asked what the queen called her into the palace today, Princess Fu smiled and said: "What else can I do, the palace will let a group of people out when spring begins, the queen invited me to go Helping to select talents, I am dazzled by the good girls today, and I don’t know how these many families are willing to send their daughters to those places where no one else is there.”

Seeing the cheerful appearance of her daughter in front of her, the princess expressed her feelings.

"What did you choose to do?"

King Fu was puzzled. It is said that although there are few concubines in the palace, there are also female officials to help. Why do you need your own concubine to go? It’s also good to ask about character if you know each other.”

"Oh? Those in Jiangnan"

"That's right, the Zhen family, the Xue family, the Wang family, and the Shi family who have divided their clans, see that this side is good, and that side is getting worse and worse, so why not just send their daughter here."

(End of this chapter)