PFC Chapter 165 Good things happen one after another
Chapter 165 Good things happen one after another
Prince Dun got up, feeling somewhat aggrieved that he hadn't gotten what he wanted, and he felt that there was nothing more for him to do here.
As for Duke Zheng Sihan of Wu, since he's already vomited blood, let's add fuel to the fire and let them cause chaos for a few more days.
Sigh, we still have to think about the people of Dongzhou; the snow disaster cannot be ignored.
"Report...!"
Just then, a loud shout came from afar, as if the person had used all their strength.
Upon hearing the voice, the two shadow guards instantly disappeared into the shadows.
Prince Dun also took a step back and then sat back down.
Emperor Shengde said nervously, "Anshun, summon him."
Every time he heard that sound, his heart would inexplicably race.
Anshun immediately ran over and opened the door.
The group then saw a disheveled, travel-worn messenger rush over: "Report, urgent dispatch from Dongzhou, 800 li away."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Shengde became solemn, maintaining his imperial dignity perfectly.
The messenger ran into the main hall and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, Dongzhou... has achieved a great victory!" As he spoke, he took out a letter from his chest and held it above his head with both hands.
Anshun followed and had just taken the letter when the messenger collapsed to the ground.
"Oh dear! Someone! Someone, hurry up and take him to the side hall and serve him well."
An Shun shouted in a sharp voice, and four eunuchs immediately came from outside, bowing their heads and quickly carrying the messenger away.
The Imperial Tutor exclaimed excitedly, "A great victory? Has Jinghong resolved the snow disaster?"
Jinghong, the eldest grandson Jinghong, is the second uncle of the eldest grandson Lan. Back then, when Emperor Shengde needed people, he had to transfer people from several families that were related to his maternal family by marriage.
The Duke of Zhenguo also excitedly asked, "Quickly, let's see what it says up there!"
Changsun Jinghong was his brother-in-law, and his only sister. She originally wanted to stay in the capital, but unexpectedly, she and her husband were sent to Dongzhou.
Dongzhou is so cold. There are only two seasons in a year, and most of the time it's freezing cold.
Even as his older brother, he couldn't help. His own sons were in even worse shape than those in Dongzhou, and he was too busy to do anything about it.
He hadn't slept well for days since learning that the grain supplies sent to his son had been hijacked.
The western border has a total of 600,000 troops, and that little bit of food and supplies is just a drop in the bucket, but... they can't gather enough for the time being.
Another snow disaster struck Dongzhou. Snow disasters happen in Dongzhou every year, but everyone knows that for Changsun Jinghong to speak up, this snow disaster must be quite severe.
Sure enough, when they saw the memorial, they learned that six prefectures in Dongzhou had experienced snow disasters of varying degrees, with Ruoshui being the most severely affected.
Emperor Shengde took the letter from Anshun. Anshun had already dealt with the outer layer of the letter. He opened it and saw the contents inside.
With a "snap," Emperor Shengde stood up excitedly and said, "Good, good, good!" He said "good" three times in a row. After that, he looked at it again, excitedly walked over to the Imperial Tutor, and handed it to him.
His handsome face was beaming with an undisguised smile: "Good! Long Jiu, Eleven, good! Well done!"
Gu Chenglin, his good cousin, not bad; Dongfang Jin, not bad either.
Abbot Jingkong, not bad.
With such a string of good things happening, it seems his dream is about to come true.
Just thinking about that peaceful and prosperous world...
He was so excited that he lost all imperial majesty and became like a child who had just received candy.
These people also know what happened.
Long Jiu and Shi Yi, those two people stay in Lingwu Village to protect that person.
Now, news has come from Dongzhou, it seems that it was that person who made the move.
At this moment, they were also infected by Emperor Shengde's emotions, and they all became happy as well.
At that moment, the entire council hall was bathed in light as the clouds and mist dispersed.
Seeing that Mu Yanting was still engrossed in reading the letter, the Duke of Zhenguo, an impatient man, said, "You old codger, are your eyesight failing you too?"
The Imperial Tutor waved his hand, his tone light and cheerful: "Don't rush, don't rush, good! Well done!"
"Your Majesty, reward me! Reward me handsomely!"
Prince Dun extended his right hand, clenched his fist, and placed it to his lips: "Ahem!"
Duke Zhenguo Helian Zhen glared at Cang Nanxi: "Stop playing tricks. You should respect your elders. I'll finish reading it before you read it."
Prince Dun: "..." What did he say?
He wanted to see for himself, since he was a prince in terms of status.
However, he seemed to feel a bit aggrieved because he had to respect the elderly.
Looking up, he silently glanced at the emperor's nephew, Cang Lingyuan, and Changsun Lan, then ignored Helian Shuo and Hua Yunshu, and looked directly at Long Yi.
He squinted and said, "You guys seem to be acting very mysteriously these days? And it seems you've changed careers too?"
Long Yi quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, we have not changed professions. We are still secretly handling some matters ordered by our lord."
His tone was somewhat aggrieved and frustrated.
It seems that Long Jiu and Eleven did something extraordinary this time, otherwise the master wouldn't have shown such a temper.
And the person he saw at night—if that person really was Long Er, then…
He wants to go too.
Prince Dun snorted coldly: "It's getting late, bring up your midnight snacks."
Upon hearing Prince Dun's words, everyone looked toward the small door to the Emperor's rear palace, where two eunuchs were already standing, each carrying a large food box.
Moreover, a faint fragrance permeated the entire hall.
Helian Shuo was now experiencing the instinctive reaction of a foodie. Upon smelling the aroma, he immediately stood up and said, "Xia Zi, hurry up, I've been waiting for this."
Emperor Shengde: "..." This guy, doesn't he see there are still people here?
That little bit of food wasn't nearly enough.
Upon smelling the aroma, the Duke of Zhenguo stopped craning his neck to read the letter and asked, "Hmm, what is this that smells so good?"
Emperor Shengde...
I'm so happy today, so I'll share it!
"Bring it over."
The two eunuchs didn't dare to speak. They bent over, lowered their heads, put the things down, and left quickly before Anshun could say anything.
Anshun: "..." You little brat!
You have no sense of propriety, just you wait!
Ever since his nephew Anxi took those people away, this group of people has become increasingly tactless.
It seems we need to tighten up on the rules; these clumsy fellows dared to behave improperly before the emperor.
Thankfully, there were no outsiders present; otherwise, not only would he have lost face, but these people would have also lost their lives.
Those wretched little monkeys, for their own lives, these rules must be tightened.
Sigh, there aren't many capable people left. I wonder when His Majesty will deal with those people.
This makes everything so restrictive and inconvenient.
I hope that old bastard Zheng Sihan will fall seriously ill and never recover, so that his gang of monsters and demons will fight each other to the death.
That way, His Majesty will have much less trouble dealing with those people.
Haha! It seems the political climate in the capital is about to change; those people have already forgotten who their masters are.
Does that mean someone plucks feathers from a passing goose? It seems that person used some magical treasure again.
He hadn't forgotten that Long Jiu had once reported to His Majesty that the man could produce things out of thin air.
That dessert called egg tart appeared out of thin air, a celestial treat. He was fortunate enough to have tasted one.
Sigh! An Shun felt a pang of pain in his heart as he watched the food being taken out one by one by the Right Commander of the Imperial Guards.
It seems he won't get a single bite today, but he'll get a cup of milk tea.
Prince Dun Cang Nanxi took a sip of milk tea: "What is this? It tastes better than tea, and it's a bit like the milk tea of the Eagle Clan, but without that milky smell."
Anshun smiled and said, "This is called milk tea. It's a recipe given by someone. It involves frying sugar and tea leaves together until the sugar turns caramel color, then adding water and milk and boiling it, and finally filtering it through fine gauze."
The Imperial Tutor also took a sip of milk tea and praised, "Not bad. Next year, let's plant these beets and sugarcane on a large scale in the south. By autumn, we can make sugar."