The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

"Master, you know that in places like Jingwei, the imperial court has always turned a blind eye to it." Cao Dingwen sighed helplessly. He was in charge of money, not spending money. The first top cylinder, is really wronged.

"That was in the past." The right minister suffered a disadvantage at the hands of the emperor last year, and he faintly sensed that the emperor did it on purpose.

What does Jingwei look like, can the emperor not know?

Even if you don't see the whole picture, at least you know half of it.

This time the native officials in the south made trouble, which just gave the emperor a chance. In recent years, the emperor rarely asked about military power, so these people were careless. Now the emperor suddenly made a move, which caught them off guard.

The military parade has indeed been ordered in advance, but there is only less than a month. Could it be that the Jingwei is a god, and can replace all the equipment in the army with new ones. Who would want to spit out the money they have eaten?

I thought it would be fine to just fool around, but I didn't expect that the emperor would not tolerate sand in the eyes, so he put Cao Dingwen's money bag on the chopping board first, which was a demonstration.

The right minister is also worried. Since he turned around due to the snow disaster, he has been quite cautious in his work in recent months, but now he is not sure whether the officials who follow him are deeply involved.

When these people take advantage of it, they are naturally full of good words, but if something happens, they must sell others and get away first.

"Master Xiang, what should we do now?" Cao Dingwen frowned.

"Do you still have the account books of the Ministry of Accounts?" asked the Prime Minister on the right.

Cao Dingwen nodded immediately, "Of course."

This is a life-saving thing, and Cao Dingwen took good care of it, remembering every sum of money clearly.

"The top and bottom of the Jingwei are rotten. I'm afraid the emperor woke up early and wanted to deal with them. I brought you up now, just to ask you to express your opinion." The right minister thought of his daughter's letter. Song Zhaoyi is a very evil person, and she gave her advice last time. , he turned over successfully.

This time something happened, Song Zhaoyi took the initiative to find her daughter again, asking for advice was just an excuse.

Song Zhaoyi wanted to let her know the emperor's attitude through her daughter's mouth, was she secretly reminding herself to fight for the emperor?

The right minister was angry and laughed, this Song Zhaoyi really dared to think and do it.

Prime Minister Right and Prime Minister Left have been rivals in the court for decades. Although they are rivals, they have a tacit understanding, at least in the matter of dealing with the new emperor, the two have cooperated tacitly in the past few years.

Now that he wants to change his flag and join the emperor, the right-hand minister is also taking a considerable risk.

Cao Dingwen's heart turned cold, "Master Xiang, you said that if I dare to express my opinion under such circumstances, wouldn't that be begging for death?"

Even if he doesn't understand soldiers or military affairs, he still knows that the water here is deep, and if he accidentally takes a wrong step, he will be doomed.

The Prime Minister on the right looked up at Cao Dingwen, "Lord Cao, the left and right are half-dead, it's better to fight."

Cao Dingwen was taken aback for a moment, and instantly heard a different taste, "Master Xiang, my minister is dull, please give me more advice."

"I'm not a military officer, how can I give you advice. In fact, King Zhenbei is a sensible person. Mr. Cao should ask him for advice."

Cao Dingwen's face turned green when he thought of King Zhenbei's temper.

"Master, I'm afraid that I will be kicked out if I can't even enter the gate of the Zhenbei Palace." Cao Dingwen said helplessly. He scolded?

How could Prime Minister You fail to understand the meaning of Cao Dingwen's words, he smiled helplessly, "There is no other way for the truth, we can only rely on Mr. Cao himself."

Cao Dingwen: ...

The Right Prime Minister does things very differently from before. Since his fall last year, he has become more and more cautious.

However, he felt that he had faintly noticed the meaning of Prime Minister Right, he knew that he was the chicken that the emperor used to kill chickens and monkeys, who is the monkey?

Naturally, it is left and right.

The Prime Minister on the right has the intention of retreating and is soft on the emperor.

Cao Dingwen returned to the mansion full of thoughts, gritted his teeth and wrote a letter of worship, which was sent to the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion. As expected, he was thrown out by the King of Zhenbei, so he could only come to the door in person with a thick face.

Even though summer was about to enter, he felt like he was in the harsh winter.

After Cao Dingwen was sent away, Prime Minister Right immediately sent someone to check how many of his officials were involved and how deeply involved. Those who could be protected could be protected, and those who could not be protected had to be abandoned.

Now that I think about it, when the commander of the Jingwei invited him to drink, fortunately he didn't like the fact that the other party didn't go. If he did, he would be speechless.

How can Song Zhaoyi repay her love this time?

Prime Minister Right had a headache, and after much deliberation, he could only pay it back to Song Nanzhen, but Song Nanzhen was recuperating at home this time...

Thinking of Song Nanzhen recuperating at home, and remembering what happened to the quartermaster before, Prime Minister Right's heart shuddered.

Although everyone knew that Song Nanzhen's injury was strange, but he was able to refuse such a lucrative official position as a quartermaster, and deliberately avoided being injured. This way of doing things is really exactly the same as Song Zhaoyi in the palace.

First, Song Nanzhen used injuries to avoid business affairs, and now he let him know the emperor's attitude through his daughter's mouth. The emperor has the determination to investigate to the end. Of course, he can't go all the way to the dark and hit his head and bleed himself.

The right minister's mood is quite complicated, the Song family father and daughter are not fuel-efficient lamps.

It takes more than courage for a strong man to break his wrist. If he stands on the emperor's side this time, he will inevitably lose a group of followers, which is equivalent to breaking his own arm.

The right hand stood in front of the window, without moving for a long time.

The Jingwei is weak and disorganized, and the emperor has the heart to rectify it. Taking this opportunity to send it out, he will definitely not give up until the goal is achieved.

He has to think about it.

**

At this time, Feng Yi was losing his temper in Wangyou Palace.

Song Yunzhao's study suddenly became the scene of a disaster. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone fell to the floor, and the incense burner in the corner was kicked over. Song Yunzhao didn't persuade him, and when he entered the study, he sent all the palace people away from him.

The study room is like a typhoon passing through, the scene is really a bit tragic, the eyes are in a mess, and it is impossible to look directly at it.

Song Yunzhao didn't say a word of persuasion. She knew that Feng Yi was full of anger. She wanted to maintain the majesty of the emperor in front of the courtiers, and even more so in front of the concubines. All the anger in her heart could only be vented on her. .

When the anger was almost exhausted, and seeing the emperor sitting there without saying a word, she quietly called Xiangxue and Shi Zhu to clean up the study as quickly as possible.

Xiangxue and Shizhu didn't dare to breathe, they cleaned up the mess on the ground as fast as they could, and then backed out.

After Song Yunzhao and others went out, they closed the door, then walked up to Feng Yi, dragged the brocade stool and sat beside him, quietly accompanying him.

I don't know how long it took before Feng Yi let out a long breath, held Yun Zhao's hand, and almost gritted his teeth and said, "I know that Jingwei is miserable, but I don't know how embarrassing it is."