Since Li Xin started to attack the Ji family's clan in the first half of the year, the conflict between him and the Ninth Princess and his wife was inevitable. However, since this matter was done, there was no turning back, and he could only do it to the end.

In the past six months, although Li Xin had tried his best to be gentle, the Ninth Princess was still angry with him as the death of His Highness Huai.

She went to the Huai Palace in person and took King Huai's newly born son back to the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion to raise him. At the same time, she had a fight with Li Xin. She had been reluctant to see Li Xin for several days.

This is nothing to do, and we can only rely on time to slowly heal these cracks.

In the cold wind, Li Xin returned to the warm pavilion alone, added a few more charcoal fires to the stove in the warm pavilion, and continued to look through the documents sent by the Shangshu Desk.

In the past six months, Li Xin has spent more than three hours almost every day to process or check the documents sent by the Shangshutai and the Grand Governor's Office. This is a very heavy work and has consumed a lot of Li Xin's energy.

As the highest decision-maker of a country, everything that can be delivered to Li Xin’s desk cannot be a trivial matter. Every thing these things must be handled in all aspects. Although the Shangshu Desk will give advice on handling, he still needs to consider it carefully when it comes to Li Xin.

Around the hour of Xu, Ahan, the eldest lady of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion, knew that her father was afraid of the cold, brought two stoves to Li Xin. After helping Li Xin with fire, she sat down and talked to her father, comforted her father who was driven out of the yard, and then went back to her room to rest.

After Ahan left, Li Xin read two or three more documents about the royal family and some old ministers of Yuan Zhao. He frowned and thought for a long time before he mentioned the red pen and gave his own opinions on the document, then threw down the brush and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

He is not a civil servant and has not done such a thing in more than ten years, so it is quite difficult to deal with things, but these are things that must not be dealt with by others. Li Xin must deal with them personally.

Although Li Xin is still nominally the Marquis of Jing'an, in fact, he has been doing what the emperor does every day for the past six months. In less than two hundred days, he has already felt a little tired.

The profession of emperor is actually not a good job except for work benefits.

It would be fine if you are a foolish lord, but it would be fine if you sleep every day. However, if you want to be a wise lord, you have to face documents like mountains and seas every day and deal with strange and unpredictable hearts. It would be fine if you are a day or two, but you will be very tired after a long time.

This is probably because of the reason why Emperor Taikang lived so short.

There are gains and losses. While enjoying supreme status, you will naturally have to bear unparalleled pressure.

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In the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Yankang, the capital was filled with wind and snow, and the northern border was naturally as cold as the wind.

Although there was a cold wind outside in Jizhou City, General Ye, as the main general, was wearing only a not-so-thick robe, sitting on the wall of Jizhou City, chatting with several soldiers from Zhenbei Army.

After staying on the city wall for a while, Ye Mao walked down the city wall and returned to his own general's mansion in Zhenbei.

Now it has been easy to see peace in the north for only a few months. Although there are still no one moving back in Jizhou City, some Jizhou people who escaped from Jizhou have slowly moved back from outside.

If there has been no war in Jizhou, Jizhou can restore its former prosperity in up to five years.

In the General's Mansion of Zhenbei, Duke Ye, who had thin clothes, immediately added a thick dress, but his body was still trembling with cold.

In the General Mansion of Zhenbei University, He Song, who had been in Jizhou for nearly a year, sat in the living room of the General Mansion of Zhenbei University, lit a stove, and a jar of wine sat on the stove, which was already gurgling.

Ye Mao sat opposite He Song, looking at the hot wine in front of him, and said with a smile: "Why did Uncle He come to me?"

He Song and Ye Ming are of the same generation, so they are naturally Ye Mao’s uncle.

He Song first glanced at Ye Mao, then asked, "I heard that the general has been going to the city wall every day in the past month?"

"No way if you don't go."

Ye Mao smiled helplessly and said, "In the past month, the weather has gradually become colder. Zhenbei Army has reintegrated. Now, not counting the imperial guards you brought with you, Uncle He, there are 60,000 or 70,000 people. Those who are from the Ministry of Revenue have not given enough cotton coats, so I have to wear single clothes to squat on the city wall to make my brothers feel better."

He Song frowned slightly and said, "Isn't the imperial court in charge of affairs now? Why did he shorten the things and things of Zhenbei Army?"

"Uncle Li can't do everything. Besides, Zhenbei Army recruited too many soldiers in the past few months, so it is normal for the Ministry of Revenue to not be able to deliver the winter clothes from the Ministry of Revenue for a while."

Ye Mao shook his head indifferently and said with a smile: "If you don't think about these things, in another month or two, the supplies will probably arrive."

He looked at He Song and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Uncle He waiting for me here?"

"Of course there is something wrong."

He Song was a taciturn man who had never liked to speak. He silently took out two letters from his sleeve and said, "This is a letter sent by Shangshutai."

Ye Mao frowned: "When will Shangshutai be able to participate in the military?"

"Not participating in the military."

He Song shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "I'm asking what the situation is now in the north, whether it's missing something, and... when the fight begins."

"It's winter now, and even the Xianbei barbarians are huddled at home and refuse to go out. How can they fight? At least they will have to wait until the spring next year before they can find an opportunity."

He Song pointed to the second letter in front of him and continued: "This second letter was sent by Mu Ying, the general of Longwu Guard in the capital. General Mu did not ask about the war, but wrote some experiences on how to use firearms when they were in battle, etc., saying that it was for the general to give a reference."

Ye Mao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he opened the second letter directly. After reading it carefully, he said with a smile: "This letter is a good thing. In the whole world, General Mu is the first in terms of the experience of using firearms. Even Master Li is probably slightly worse than him."

Mu Ying started to get in touch with firearms in the eighth year of Taikang, and even brought Hanzhou military firearms all the way from Hanzhong to the capital. He had a great experience in the battle.

He Song looked at the two letters in front of him and said silently: "In addition to the general of Shenwu Guard, Li Shuo, the two people in charge in the southwest are already showing their attitude to you, General."

"They really want you to win a battle as soon as possible, General."

Duke Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "If Uncle Li also wrote a letter, that would be another statement. Uncle Li did not send a letter. If these two people came, let's take a look."

"How to fight?"

He Song sighed silently: "It seems that the situation in the capital has reached a critical moment. It has been a matter of one or two years since the change of surnames in the world."

He looked up at Ye Mao and said in a deep voice: "As the head of the family, you must make plans early."

Ye Mao raised his head and drank a sip of the strong wine, then felt his body warmer, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Chapter completed!