Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Everyone turned their attention to the beautiful scenery outside the pavilion, but the atmosphere became lonely, as if the melancholy of spring had fallen on them.

The scribe who was concentrating on painting on the slightly yellowed rice paper stopped his last stroke, raised his head, looked at the painting, and said to his friends around him with great satisfaction: "Look, what I have done today What I got was this spring breeze, which was harmonious and harmonious, like warm snow and icy air. Beautiful, wonderful..."

The scribes in the pavilion all walked around the painting and stood beside the scribe who painted the painting, full of admiration.

Some clapped their hands loudly and were amazed. They only praised their exquisite painting techniques and the beauty of the pictures, which cannot be repeated.

Some of them calmed down slightly and came closer to the paintings, carefully admiring the smallest details in the paintings.

'Brother Shi's painting skills are really extraordinary...'

A scribe opened his mouth, widened his eyes, and sighed.

"Yes, Brother Shi's painting skills are truly extraordinary and astonishing to all of us..."

The people around him couldn't help but nod or twitch their beards, as if they all agreed.

This made the young man who was painting couldn't help but wave his hands and said humbly: "Everyone is so complimentary...so complimentary..."

The painting is a fresh scene of falling winter leaves and budding spring branches, which is full of vitality.

"Brother Shi, please give this painting to me, and I will exchange it with you for the paintings and calligraphy I have collected at home. How about it?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

"This·······"

Brother Shi seemed to be hesitant with a troubled expression on his face.

I couldn't help but feel confused when I saw others.

The scholar surnamed Shi seemed to know that his reaction was inappropriate. He explained: "It's not that I cherish this painting and am reluctant to give it to you, but it's just that my painting already had an owner."

Others continued to ask: "Who is it? Can it be done earlier than you and me?"

The scholar surnamed Shi said helplessly: "That's my new boss. Mr. Chi from the Ministry of Rites."

He continued to explain: "You don't know, but a few days ago I made a mistake in the arrangement of the celebration documents, and I was severely scolded by Mr. Chi. This matter may not be a big deal, but it is not a small matter."

"I don't have much wealth, but my painting skills are good. This time I want to present a painting written by myself to Master Chi..."

He looked around and said as if he was afraid of misunderstanding: "If Brother Li wants it, Brother Li will draw another one and give it to you someday?"

But Brother Li's face was livid. Ever since he knew that the painting was going to be given to Master Chi, he was seven or eight feet away from the painting, with a bit of disgust in his eyes.

"That's all, that's all. Since it's for that Chi Gou Guan, I don't want it anymore."···························· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ············

The farce in Daxia had just ended. When Qingyi arrived at the border of Kashgar, the group of rebel bandits Wu Mu encountered were also killed by the guards he brought, leaving only a few alive for questioning.

Looking to the west, the road was full of corpses, stained with blood, and weapons abandoned on the ground, a scene of war.

Wu Mu was riding on a tall horse with a cold face, like a sharp blade.

"Chanyu, shall we continue our journey to Kashgar?"

The general responsible for guarding Wumu's safety along the way walked to Wumu's horse, raised his head and asked.

"...Of course, let's continue marching."

Wumu ordered after a moment of silence.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The general put away the knife in his hand and said to the soldiers who were taking a rest: "Continue the journey. Let's go and rest again in Kashgar."

The carriage rolled, and a group of guards with wet blood on their clothes got on their horses one after another, and a group of people continued to drive in the direction of the Kashgar tribe. ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ········································

On the other side, in Qingyi's royal city, the two people staying in Qingyi also received the news.

A small soldier was left behind in the team that followed Wumu and came back to deliver the news that they were raided near the Kashgar tribe.
"What! Shanyu was attacked, halfway to Kashgar!..."

Lu Qing quickly realized with his keen political sense that this matter was not simple. I was afraid that Kashgar was no longer safe, but would instead be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

This made Lu Qing even more angry. What he was angry about was not just the sudden betrayal of the Kashgar tribe - to be honest, he didn't know much about the tribes on the grassland as much as he knew about the lambs - he was angry about Wu Mu.

It's clear that danger is right in front of you, but you still risk yourself and put yourself in a dangerous situation.

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Doesn't he understand this truth? - Cough." After realizing that Wu Mu may not know this famous saying in the Analects, Lu Qing's face turned slightly red and he coughed lightly. , complained in a low voice: "It's so stupid..."

"Don't worry. Since someone has come back, it means that this attack has been resolved. What's more, this kid has been to Kashgar a lot in the past years..."

Compared to Lu Qing, Wu Quji was much calmer on this matter. The old man could still sit aside and continue to look at the thin paper in his hand without wavering in his eyes.

If you don't know, you might think that the relationship between the two is not close.With King Zuo Xian's strong trust in Wu Mu, Lu Qing also had some confidence in him.

He turned back to his seat, sighed and said, "I hope..."

The worry in his heart did not diminish, it was just hidden.

There was no use panicking at this time. Lu Qing could only hope that Wu Mu would have a clear mind and not be stupid.

It's best not to stupidly bump into someone else's knife edge before the reform is completed.

On their side, all government orders are being implemented steadily.

There was little interference in Qingyi's country, which made Lu Qing even more confident in the success of this reform.

And he became even more interested in Qingyi Chaotang, which he could now arrange and change at his own discretion, and he began to be eager to try it.

Wu Quji sensed the change in Lu Qing's mentality, but he remained silent and completely ignored it all.

Just like what he promised to his predecessor Shanyu, as long as Qingyi is around, there will be no chaos.

Let Lu Qing try everything else.

After all...it seems like it can't get any worse, right?For Lu Qing.

When Wu Quji worked with this Daxia man, whether it was because of Wu Quji's careful teachings to him at the beginning, or whether it was the two of them who seemed to be dealing with and treating each other on the same level now, Wu Quji had a faint feeling about this young man. The spirit and arrogance in him.

It seems that in his eyes, political affairs are nothing more than games.

However, he was secretly impressed by Lu Qing's ability and resourcefulness.

He also noticed that Qingyi seemed to be so insignificant in Lu Qing's eyes, just like a barbarian country.
When Wu Quji found out, he was silent for a moment. In the end, he did not impose Qingyi's history and everything about Qingyi on Lu Qing.

He did not remind Lu Qing that he was already a Qingyi at this time.

Daxia canceled his household registration, and there was no longer a place for Lu Qing in Daxia.

Only Qingyi can protect him, tolerate him, and give him a place to display his talents.

He just silently made a place for Lu Qing, allowing him to paint the country with color and give full play to his talent.

It only takes time, and it doesn't take too long, and Qingyi will gradually come to life under the pen of a genius.And Lu Qing will also be bound and trapped by everything he has shaped.

Until the end, he will truly become the next right virtuous king of Qingyi.

This was also the position that Wu Mu left for Lu Qing a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Wu Quji glanced at the young man sitting opposite him without any trace. The young man was busy with the papers, but his eyes were shining.

He is not like those people who are overwhelmed by complicated official duties. His pen falls on the paper and flows smoothly, as if countless auras are attached to it, just like a poet writing his own indulgent articles.

Wu Quji smiled and continued to lower his head.

He thought: At least this genius is currently on our side... This feeling... is not bad... ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ·····················
In the Imperial City of Daxia

Since the Spring Equinox has passed, with the recovery of all things, there seems to be something gradually awakening in the government.

The successful enthronement of the Crown Princess made Jiang Yi feel that he had defeated the courtiers, and it also made him feel the power of the civil servants. The thing that weighed on him and made him uneasy day and night seemed to be shaking, and a crack had appeared. .

He knew that this time, he had done the right thing.

Introducing a target in the government, a supporter who is close to him but more high-spirited, has actually reduced the number of people who were very stubborn in the past against him.

This also made Jiang Yi breathe a sigh of relief and be able to calm down a little.

Jiang Yi has always held himself to the standards of a wise and wise king. Although he is indeed stubborn in some places, it does not mean that he does not care about what the civil servants, the people, and the people of the world think of him.

At this point, he and the old emperor share the same sensitivity and stubbornness.

It seems that everything they do is just to leave a good name in history.

Perhaps, once people know that they will eventually be recorded in history books, they will be so worried and impulsive?
After all, for thousands of years, when all the palaces and pavilions have disappeared, when all the grudges and entanglements have ended, generations of people die and are reborn, doing whatever it takes to survive, and then die again.

As these fateful reincarnations progress, and as the wheel of fate keeps turning, it seems that there is still history that is still there.

When you read history books, you may be able to see past lives.

Sometimes when the night is dark, when Jiang Yi has just finished processing the newly delivered urgent documents, he will think in his mind: If he dies, what kind of posthumous name will future generations give him?
arts?Maybe you can work hard.After all, he opened the imperial examination and allowed the imperial examination, which had not been held for eight years, to continue.But Jiang Yi also knew that it would be difficult to get a good posthumous title just based on these political achievements.

scene?This is even more difficult.

Although today's Daxia has briefly recovered from the annual war, Jiang Yi knows that this truce will not last long, and the peace and happiness are just an illusion. (End of chapter)