Jun Jiuling

The emperor laughed.

"You said it this way, it's been so long, I really don't feel so angry anymore." He thought for a while and then sighed, "Anyway, he fought for the country for so many years, maybe I did it somewhere No, let him be dissatisfied, as long as he is willing to come back..."

"Your Majesty." Huang Cheng seemed to shout eagerly, and stepped forward to salute.

The emperor laughed again.

"Yes, I won't talk about it." He said, "The laws and laws of these countries are left by our ancestors, and I can't play games."

"Your Majesty is holy."

This time Huang Cheng and Ning Yunzhao bowed together and said.

"However, I still hope that I won't see him again." The emperor said with a smile, and glanced at Huang Cheng.

For Ning Yunzhao, this sentence was a response to his good news, and Ning Yunzhao also laughed.

But for Huang Cheng, it has another meaning.

Yes, Your Majesty, Zhu Shan will definitely not come back alive.

He bowed and saluted without speaking.

"The snow outside seems to be falling even harder." The emperor's eyes were full of smiles, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and this year will be a good year."

Speaking of this, he thought of something dignified.

"Pay attention to disaster prevention, and don't let the people affected by the heavy snow be displaced."

Huang Cheng leaned over to salute.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." He said, raising his head with a smile on his face, "I was about to tell Your Majesty the good news that Shanxi Deshengchang donated a million taels of silver for the resettlement of the winter snow disaster, especially the resettlement of the northern refugees who have been distributed to various places .”

The emperor looked surprised.

"That's really good news." He stood up and said, full of sighs, "This Deshengchang is really a family of good people."

"Live up to His Majesty's love and inscription on the plaque." Huang Cheng said with a smile.

The emperor nodded and raised his hand to signal the servant.

"Come on, I want to commend De Shengchang again by bestowing blessings on him." He said.

The emperor's gift was delivered to Fang's family in Yangcheng at the fastest speed through the increasingly heavy snow.

The loud firecrackers and gongs and drums set off by the Fang family lasted for half a day. Through the thick curtain, in the warm room, Fang Chengyu put on a thick hat and carefully looked at the big red blessing on the desk. On it was the emperor's seal. Very conspicuous.

Shopkeeper Gao also looked at the word "Fu", but there was no smile on his face.

"This is not a blessing." He murmured, "This is a reminder."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fang Chengyu.

"Young Master, have you heard what the man from the government said just now? What do you think should be done?"

Fang Chengyu's expression was focused, as if he didn't hear his words, shopkeeper Gao had to raise his voice.

"Oh, what did you say?" Fang Chengyu reached out to take off his hat, and then took off the two furry ear covers under the hat, looking at Shopkeeper Gao and asked.

Shopkeeper Gao looked at him speechless.

Everyone thought that Fang Chengyu was weak and put his hat on in the room, but they didn't expect that he was plugging his ears.

He didn't hear a word of what the Taiyuan Mansion sent the emperor to bless the officials just now, did he?

"It's too noisy." Fang Chengyu smiled slightly, "Besides, those officials say the same thing, just smile and nod."

"Master, but with this nod, Bai Wanliang of silver has gone out again." Shopkeeper Gao said with a sigh, "It is said to be borrowed, but I don't think they have any plans to pay it back."

Fang Chengyu groaned.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. It's finally used to resettle the victims, and there is no mess." He said, looking at the word "Fu" and smiling slightly, "Maybe I can change it to another auspicious word."

That's a joke, they are businessmen, what they want is to get rich, they can't make money, and the words given by the gods are just a piece of waste paper.

Shopkeeper Gao looked worried.

"Also, those businessmen came to borrow money again recently." He said.

Fang Chengyu groaned.

"Then let it go according to the rules." He said indifferently, "It's not like I didn't let it go."

Earning interest on accounts is a common practice of bank accounts, and Treasurer Gao is very familiar with it, but he still frowns.

"I think these people are strange." He said, "What's more, we don't have so much money now."

Firstly, the family was divided, and secondly, some money was released through the division, which was not a small amount.

"I'm afraid I might lose my account." He said, "Master, once the account is bankrupted and there is another run, then Deshengchang will..."

He looked at Fang Chengyu, Fang Chengyu's expression was heavy, his brows were full of thought.

He didn't dare to interrupt, and waited for a moment before continuing to ask.

"What do you think, master?" he asked.

Fang Chengyu sighed lightly.

"I wonder if Jiu Ling is okay." He said.

After thinking for a long time, are you thinking about women? Shopkeeper Gao was speechless for a while.

Fang Chengyu sat down, put his hand on his chin and sighed again.

"It's been a rough year," he said.

Shopkeeper Gao also sighed.

"Young master, think about what to do now? If you figure out how to deal with it, we can still have a good year." He persuaded.

Fang Chengyu shook his head without thinking.

"I'm in a bad mood and don't want to think about anything else," he said.

Is that something else? That is a matter of life and death for De Shengchang! My young master, shopkeeper Gao rolled his eyes helplessly, this year is indeed difficult.

No matter whether it is good or bad, after entering the twelfth lunar month, the pace of the year will speed up. Even in the inaccessible Lu Zhai, you can still hear the continuous sound of firecrackers outside.

Walking on the road paved with gravel, listening to the sound of firecrackers in the distance, Princess Jiuli stopped.

"How about we set off firecrackers too?" She said to the maid behind her.

For Princess Jiuli's orders, the maidservants have always obeyed and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, okay," they said.

Others turned around.

"Servant, go get the firecrackers," she said.

Princess Jiuli pointed to the front.

"It's best to have an open space over there." She said, as she strolled over there, she just walked to a grass shed next to her eyes. "Is there a grass shed here?"

After she finished speaking, she saw a woman coming out of the hut, facing each other, both of them were startled.

"I have seen the princess." The woman bowed her head and saluted.

"This is..." Princess Jiuli asked.

"This is a flower shed." The woman replied.

Hearing the word flower shed, Princess Jiuli was slightly taken aback.

"It's actually come here." She said, and turned around with a sigh, "It's too cold, let's go back first, let's play another day."

The maidservants hurriedly responded and surrounded Princess Jiuli and turned around.

The two maidservants who were lagging behind looked at each other, and then looked back at the flower shed.

"What's wrong?" a maid asked in a low voice.

"This is the flower shed of Princess Jiuling." The other said in a low voice, "Princess is afraid of being hurt by the scenery."

The maidservant from before suddenly kept silent, and finally couldn't help but look back, and saw that the woman who had walked out of the flower shed was no longer in sight.

"Is there a new flower girl in the flower shed? I haven't seen this before." She said to herself.

"So what if it's changed." Another maidservant said, "Everyone in the family has replaced the old ones with new ones."

That's right, the maid shrank her head and stopped talking to follow Princess Jiuli who was in front of her and hurried away.

"It's almost New Year's Eve."

Lu Yunqi, who walked down the steps, said, putting down the food box in his hand.

Miss Jun watched him carrying the food box, which was much larger than usual.

Lu Yunqi opened the food box, took out a grill, took out a charcoal basin, and took out a half-cooked leg of lamb.

"Our habit," he said, smiling at Miss Jun.

She loves roast leg of lamb and loves to bake it herself.

Miss Jun looked at the decoration in front of her, her expression still indifferent.

"My habit." She said, "It's the habit of me and Master."

Lu Yunqi bowed his head and skillfully set up the leg of lamb.

"Well," he said, "my habit."

She followed her master's habit, and he followed her became his habit.

The leg of lamb is roasted, and it is just reheated when it is brought here, and the aroma will soon dissipate.

Lu Yunqi set the plate and picked up the knife.

Miss Jun's eyes fell on the knife in his hand.

A small dagger cut across the lamb leg sharply, cutting off a piece of meat.

"You untie my hand, I will eat by myself." She said suddenly.

Now when Lu Yunqi came, he would untie her legs and let her walk back and forth here, but her hands were still tied.

Lu Yunqi didn't raise his head, focusing on the piece of mutton.

"Don't think about my knife." He said, "Don't think about it."

He looked up.

"You think holding these can hurt people you hate, but they can hurt you too."

He was right.

If she killed him now, she would never end well.

Even if there are thousands of excuses, Lu Yunqi is an indispensable person that the emperor relies on, and she is the thorn in the emperor's eyes.

Just like when she killed the emperor back then, the knife has an edge and is sharp, if you want to hurt others, you will inevitably hurt yourself.

Especially in the face of people who are stronger and more dominant than themselves.

Lu Yunqi picked up a piece of mutton, put down the knife and pinched her mouth

"I won't let them hurt you again," he said.

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