Pampered Into Being The Empress

After Rong Xi was sober the next day, he felt abnormally sore and weak. Mu Huai had tossed her to nearly three quarters last night before letting her go.

This man still has a bad side in this respect.

Mu Huai, as always, was an extremely energetic person. Like Rong Xi, he almost stayed up all night, but when Bai Luxi was faint the next day, he went to the camp with Wang Huai to check the withdrawal of troops without getting tired. Matters.

It was night, in the territory of the original Ye, a few rushing messengers also came, so Mu Huai could know what's going on there at any time.

Mu Huai handled the military affairs in an orderly manner. Although Rong Xi had woke up, she struggled for a while, but still felt unable to exert her energy, especially at the waist. For a moment last night, she felt that her bones would be crushed. Broken.

She didn't mind to serve Mu Huai anymore, thinking that she would have to travel hundreds of miles on the return journey, closed her eyes, and decided to close her eyes and raise her spirits.

Rong Xi was half awake and half awake, he seemed to hear Xiangguo Yan Juxu's voice.

Fortunately, there is a screen in front of her that can block her.

She peeped through the gap of the screen and saw that the curtain was lifted, and the move with Mu Huai was indeed Yan Juxu.

And beside Yan Juxu, there was an official she didn't know.

It turned out that after Mu Huai was victorious and returned to camp, he ordered Yan Juxu to be summoned from Bianjing to the place where Qi Ye met.

Yan Juxu called the official next to him to be Du Shangshu, and the only Shangshu surnamed Du in the central court was Hubu Shangshu, so Rong Xi identified the official identity.

The dynasty changed, and the victorious emperor had many trivial matters to discuss with the ministers.

Rong Xi remained silent, and did not dare to adjust her sleeping position easily. She didn't want to make any weird movements when Mu Huai was discussing important matters with her courtiers.

Yan Juxu’s voice has the unique mellowness of scholars. He said: "In the Central Plains last year, although our country suffered from a drought, the country’s strength was not affected by your majesty’s eastward patrol. The northern country of Yan is still suffering from floods. Bitter. And the poor silk satin production in Ye country this year is also due to the unfavorable year. The minister heard that many mulberry trees in Ye were infested with insects. Without mulberry leaves, silkworms could not survive by themselves. No wonder Ye Jing’s silk production this year. Sharply reduced."

The brocades that Daqi wanted to purchase were mainly for official brocades.

Just take this city of Bianjing, as it is the capital and at the feet of the emperor, there are countless officials in this city.

There are literary officials and military officials, and there are a lot of additional officials.

Princes and princes are even more numerous.

Every official must make at least two official uniforms in accordance with the ritual system. For a year, the official brocade to be consumed is a lot of expenditure.

Whether it is officials of various ranks or princes and princes with high status, they all represent the dignity of a country. Official uniforms, crown attire, and hair crowns and cogs, etc., do not say how gorgeous they are to be designed, but they must be justified.

It is said that Ye Jinyan silk, the northern Yan State is also rich in all kinds of gorgeous brocade silk, but Muhuai is unwilling to do this business with Yan State.

After all, the two countries have long been jealous of each other, and the asking price of Yan Guo silk brocade is much higher than that of Ye Guo.

Qi Yan is separated by a country of Ye, and there is no border between the two countries.

However, the falcon country has a border with the Yan country. The falcon country is originally a barbarian land and naturally does not have a developed silk weaving industry. Therefore, the two countries have always exchanged horses for brocade in recent years.

Tuoba Yu has also grown a lot, and has faded from his early youthfulness and tenderness, but his adoptive father Luo Lu Khan’s body has gone from bad to worse. In recent years, most of the exchanges between Yan Guo and Hu Guo Jinma have been done by Tuoba. Yu was in charge, and heard that many unpleasant things had happened to him, officials and members of the royal family of Yan State.

Because of Rong Xi, the two countries have been in a state of peaceful friendship, but the relationship between the falcon and the Yan is getting worse and worse, and the people on the border between the two countries will always clash.

And Mu Huai had moved the borders of Ye State, Yan State must be on guard, but at present he was too busy with Yan State, and on the surface he did not dare to tear his face with Qi State.

On the iron frame at the center of the tent, there is a giant Chilong copper kettle, which is cooking the freshest and tenderest batch of new Maojian tea in early spring.

The tea fragrance was curled up, and the attendants of Huangmen presented a cup of tea for Mu Huai, Yan Juxu, and Hubu Shangshu. Mu Huai's tone sighed slightly, saying: "Qi is not incapable of producing brocade, but Yanye If the weavers of China can weave a good brocade in one day, the weavers of Qi will take five days, and the quality is much lower than the brocade of Yanye."

At this point, Mu Huai didn't have much thought to go to taste tea.

After placing the porcelain cup in his hand on the sandalwood case, he said in a rather heavy tone: "That Yejun is really a cruel man. Knowing that I will attack the imperial city, he sent troops to advance the thousands of weaving bureaus in Yedu. The famous weaver burned alive, and there was nothing left of the brocade inside."

After Yan Juxu and Nahubu Shangshu listened, their expressions changed slightly.

Mu Huai also said: "Only a few seriously injured weavers were rescued, and none of them survived the brocade officials with titles and rich experience in weaving."

The last word is very heavy.

Even when Mu Huai's voice was calm, he was not angry with himself.

Now he was a little sullen, Hubu Shangshu held his breath, and the tea from the porcelain cup in his hand almost spilled out. He was very calm, and felt that if the emperor was still holding the tea cup in his hands, then 80% of the tea cup would be crushed by him. .

Yan Juxu's expression was still calm, but regrets appeared in his eyes, and he persuaded: "Your Majesty, according to the humble opinion of the minister, once Ye Tu has returned to the Qi state, then this method of making brocade can be found sooner or later."

Mu Huai nodded, his tone was still faint, and said: "I don't want to buy brocade from the country of Yan, but the Manchu dynasty can not always wear old clothes."

Behind the screen, Rong Xi could clearly hear the conversation between the three of them, and he could also feel Mu Huai's anxiety.

In fact, the boundary of Ye State is far inferior to Qi State in terms of farmland water conservancy. Therefore, if all the craftsmen of this Weaving Bureau were burned to death by Jun Ye, then this time he attacked Ye, Mu Huai still didn't get what he wanted most.

After Mu Huai expressed his worries about his ministers, he inquired about the expenditure of the treasury from the Ministry of Households.

Hubu Shangshu replied: "Qi had a drought last year, and this year was fortunate to have a bumper harvest. The treasury originally had a surplus, but now this war is actually costing a lot of money, and the two treasury can still maintain the forbidden city expenditure. But the emperor... if he still wants to repair In the case of the underground imperial tomb... private taxes can be increased."

Mu Huai waved his hand to stop, and said, "No."

——"The Mausoleum is not in a hurry."

Since Muhuai had the idea of ​​building the underground imperial tomb, and when Rong Xi was still pregnant with Mu Chen, he set about asking the people of the Ministry of Industry to design the structure of the underground imperial tomb, and sent them to choose a site in the outskirts of Bianjing in advance.

But none of Mu Huai was satisfied with the sketches submitted by the Ministry of Industry officials.

Rong Xi tried hard to endure the soreness and lack of body, and got the quilt for himself, but he felt that it was really strange that Mu Huai had to repair the tomb so early.

Ancient and modern emperors may have such thoughts. They lived extravagantly before they were alive, and wanted to continue this kind of life when they died.

But Mu Huai was only a few years old, so why did he move the mind of the middle-aged emperor to Xiu Ling?

Rong Xifu closed her eyes again. She is not afraid of the funeral. If Muhuai really leaves her first, as long as both Jue'er and Chen'er have grown up, she can immediately kill herself by swallowing gold and go down to the mausoleum. Accompany Mu Huai.

At this time, the three men in the tent had all got up, and Mu Huai's voice was gentle and said: "Yan Qing has worked hard, I will leave it to you for the follow-up matters in Ye Jing."

Yan Juxu respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, rest assured."

After Hubu Shangshu and Xiangguo Yan Juxu left the main account, Mu Huai walked behind the screen.

Rong Xi squinted her beautiful eyes. She saw through her eyes that Mu Huai was already well-dressed, and she slandered herself secretly. This man is like this. He always treats her like a bad dog inside, but he always looks like that person outside. A handsome emperor who looks like a person and is full of light and wind.

Seeing that Mu Huai was already sitting on the side of the bed, Rong Xi covered the quilt on his head, covering himself tightly.

Mu Huai leaned in helplessly, behind the quilt, attached her thin lips to the woman's soft ears, and asked in a gentle voice, "Did I wake Xier?"

Rong Xi groaned softly, and didn't want to pay attention to Mu Huai.

Mu Huai was photographed at her across the quilt. His tone was pretentiously low, and he whispered and rebuked: "I was stunned with me in the morning."

Rong Xi curled up again after being photographed by him.

It's like a little lazy cat.

Mu Huai laughed dumbly, and the temperature became milder, and he coaxed: "After getting up, I will leave camp and set off soon."

Rong Xi nodded, and muttered in the quilt: "Yeah."

After the petite woman got out of the quilt, Emperor Jingui lowered his figure and personally waited for her to put on her boots and clothes. The movements were extremely skillful.

Seeing the woman rubbing her eyes from time to time, and there were also blue and purple finger marks on her slender wrists, Mu Huai's eyes changed, and she felt that she had really tossed people hard.

On the way back to Qi, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky gradually became warmer.

Rong Xi secretly felt that she had gone on the expedition with Muhuai, and within ten days of work, the trees around this area were more prosperous than before.

Inside the luxurious car, warm and spacious.

The giant wooden wheel of the cart ran across the official road. Rong Xi was resting on the man's legs in the cart, and soon fell asleep. He was not disturbed by the slight bumps in the road, and slept soundly.

In her sleep, she wanted to find something to cling to, so she constantly adjusted her sleeping posture, using Mu Huai's legs as a pillow as expected.

Rong Xi dreamed that Jue'er's small body ran towards her, but Mu Huai with an angry face stood in front of her, not allowing her to hold Luo'er.

Later, her mouth was bitten severely.

Rong Xi felt that this touch was very real, and it should not be a dream.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, he found that Mu Huai really pulled her up. He was holding her head and kissing and biting her lip with a furious expression.

Although the kiss was a bit turbulent, the two of them were in the moving car, Rong Xi didn't dare to make too much noise, only whimpered to beg Mu Huai for mercy.

——"What happened to your husband...husband...concubines?"

Mu Huai looked at her flustered eyes, and asked in a dumb voice: "Just sleep well, why do you want to touch your hands?"

"I……"

Rong Xi thought back to herself, she was just in the dream, as if she had encountered something.

Her cheeks blushed, and she quickly explained: "I...I didn't mean it...I didn't mean it."

But Mu Huai didn't want to listen to her explanation, his cold eyes were restrained and forbearing, he suddenly held the woman's two slender arms and let her sit on his lap with her back facing him.

He also circled the petite woman from behind, and said in a low voice: "Guy, since I provoke me, I have to pay the price."

Rong Xi refused, almost crying: "No... this won't work."

——"Why not?"

Mu Huaiyuan also wanted to scare this little grinder, knowing she was already very tired, and didn't want to love her in the car. In addition, a talented coachman followed him, and there was still more than ten miles away, and the entire army had to enter the gate of Qidu.

Rong Xi didn't know Mu Huai's thoughts and was still thinking about countermeasures. She asked again as if to explore again: "The concubine...the concubine is wrong, so your majesty will give it away this time..."

Mu Huai kissed her on the forehead, pinched her still spotted face with the other hand, and asked angrily: "You said, are you a tough guy? I know every day to harass me, I want to be quick I've been crushed to death by you."

When the words fell, the strength of the man holding her was a little weaker, and Rong Xi, like a frightened rabbit, immediately broke free of the fierce lion's claws.

Rong Xi hurriedly found another place in the car and sat down, and was a long way away from Muhuai.

It was clearly not that she was grinding people, but that no matter what she did, the man felt that she was hooking him and grinding him.

She can't get close to him.

If she wanted her to complain, she also wanted to say that Mu Huai was sticking to her, and he was going to stick her to death.