Master she's getting smaller again (Rebirth)

In March of the first year of Taihe, the new emperor ascended the throne, reduced taxes, implemented new policies, and reformed the imperial examination system, so that all children from poor families could be officials.

In May, the Yushitai was set up to supervise all officials and promote the children of poor families.

In July, envoys from Tubo and Uyghur met, negotiated a peace treaty, opened a border trade market, and always thought of each other as good friends, and opened up the northwest trade route.

In October of the same year, all the ethnic groups in Koryo and Nanzhao returned, and Lifanyuan was set up to take charge of Fanbang's taxes, households, post stations, border trade and other affairs.

In November, the new emperor's birthday banquet, everything is kept simple.

It was another winter, and the fine snow was falling one after another, adding a bit of chill to Shengjing.The glazed tiles are covered with fine snow, against the vermilion palace wall, giving birth to a bit of quaint vicissitudes.

Fusu set up a cabinet in the middle of the court, and after he came down from the court, he would discuss matters in the South Study Room.

The earth dragon is burning in the pavilion, warming the atmosphere, and drinking this year's new tea will add a bit of coziness.

There are a total of ten cabinet scholars, some are Fusu's confidantes in Qinhuai, and some have just been promoted.

The ten people expressed their opinions on the proposal to set up a political affairs hall in a foreign race. Lu Yi recorded their opinions and handed them to Fusu.

"I will consider your opinions. Let's stop here today, and I won't keep you for lunch."

In their view, Fusu is a rare wise king.He is calm and rational, strategizing and making good use of people, neither too arrogant nor too humble, only a little indifferent.

"Your Majesty is so ruthless that you don't want to enjoy lunch. Are you going to see His Royal Highness Chun Wang practicing archery?" Li Jin was the only one among the bachelors who talked a lot, which was in stark contrast to his name.He was handsome, always smiling, and had no shape.

Unhurriedly, Fusu used the stone to press down on the few pieces of paper he wrote his satisfaction with, and then glanced at Li Jinyan lightly, "Why don't I give you a meal?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. I have no blessing to accept it. Let's go now, let's go now." Li Jinyan shrank his head and slipped away as if oiling the soles of his feet.

Fusu glanced at the unscrupulous man, inexplicably thinking of Mo Qing, couldn't help a little smile on his lips, lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, revealing a bit of rare tenderness.

Lu Yi looked at Fusu, feeling a little unspeakably bored.Although he has always been looking forward to his master's ascension to the throne, since he ascended the throne, he has rarely smiled, and has always been that indifferent appearance that everything is under control.

He held up an umbrella to shield Fusu from the wind and snow, and followed him towards the martial arts arena built for Chu Yicheng.

The fine snow whitened the vermilion palace walls, and a black-clothed long-winded rider descended silently, and bowed respectfully to Fusu: "Your Majesty, the leader sent someone to send a birthday present."

Fusu was slightly taken aback.

Chang Fengqi held a brocade box with both hands, he stretched out his hand, the hand covered under the dragon robe was a little pale, his fingertips trembled slightly imperceptibly, and then took the brocade box.

Inside is a porcelain vase and a dagger.

Inside the porcelain bottle was an antidote that was hard to come by, and the dagger was the one Mo Qing had used before. It was forged by a master weapon master in the previous dynasty, and his hair was broken.

There was also a letter with only a few words in it.

"A small gift is not a respect, I hope you are well."

Her handwriting is just like her own, bold and flamboyant, and her strokes are full of vigor.

Fusu looked at the letter in his hand with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see the appearance of the person who wrote the letter through the letter.

But how can I be safe if I can't see her?

The long and thin snow is falling, whitening the peak of Luoyue Cliff. This winter seems to be extraordinarily cold.

Mo Qing carried a jug of wine and something in his arms, and went to the back mountain.

A plum grove was planted on the slope of the back mountain, intertwined with red and white, like a faint red blooming in the vast snowflakes, which is extremely beautiful.

There is a monument standing under the tree, engraved with meaningful and restrained characters - Tomb of the Seventeenth.

Mo Qing lazily leaned against the stele, as if sitting on a beauty's couch, picked up the wine pot and poured it into his mouth.

"It's really cold this winter. His birthday is here. Although it should be clearer, he couldn't control it two days ago, so he sent someone to send a gift."

"Qu Qingheng didn't know what was going on recently. He picked up a small thing and came back. He was arguing all day long, and it made my head hurt."

The little thing in Mo Qing's arms suddenly screamed, and its furry head came out, revealing a pair of eyes as blue as the bright moon.Although she looked a little impatient, she still reached out and touched the hairy head.

The little white cat with blue eyes narrowed his eyes comfortably and purred softly.

"I said it was Abai, but Qu Qingheng said it was vulgar and ugly. When I said it was Xiaohua, he also said it was ugly. It's just a cat, why is it called differently?"

"That's why I called it Little Seventeen. You don't mind, do you? Anyway, this cat is not ugly, it's kind of pretty."

Mo Qing was half leaning on the tombstone, chatting about the recent trivial matters, drinking two sips of warm wine from time to time, and scratching Xiao Shiqi's chin.

When the wine was at the bottom, Mo Qing shook the jug, smacked his lips a little bit, picked up Xiao Shiqi, and then reached out to sweep away the thin snow that had just accumulated on the tombstone, "Let's go."

Mo Qing held an oiled paper umbrella to protect the little cat in her arms from the wind and snow.The snow was falling one after another, the plum fragrance in the snow was faint, and the tombstone under the tree watched her go silently, just like before.

Wulin has been enjoying a rare peace recently, maybe it is the end of the new year, everyone is diligently preparing for the New Year, and there is no time to give birth to moths.

It was rare for Wei Yan to be free for a few days, and when he heard that he was helping Su on his birthday, he sent gifts to the other heads of the six sects.

By the way, he also wrote a letter to Fusu, talking about some trivial matters in the martial arts recently.

It's worth mentioning that Song Changqing, Taoyuandu's big sister, got married last month to that weird Mr. Luo Huan in Tianjilou who always counts his meals.

At first, many people sighed, such a gentle beauty, how could she marry a weirdo from Tianjilou?It was only later that they discovered that a freak is not a freak at all in front of the woman he likes, and he treats people very well.

In the blink of an eye, Fusu had been on the throne for more than half a year.

The rivers and lakes are still the rivers and lakes that are happy and enmity, dirty and warm.

Luoyue Cliff has recently become a place for cultivating immortals, and it is even more magnanimous than the decent sects.Mo Qing has been very quiet lately, every day she only cares about flowers and plants, flirts with the kitten, and sneers at Qu Qingheng by the way.

Dayi also gradually restored its former prosperity, and the people all over the world were happy, and they built merit temples in Fusu one after another to worship.

Everything is great.

The author has something to say: Today is a bit short, tomorrow will make up, try to update as soon as possible

good night~

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