On New Year's Eve, everyone in Jinxiyuan was in high spirits.
In the east wing room, Brother Lan had a high fever, Yan Fuguang stood in front of the bed with a cold face, an uncontrollable chill came out, and the maid and mother-in-law were trembling.
A bowl of medicine had been poured down, but Brother Kelan's fever still hadn't gone away. He lay on the bed in discomfort, holding Lu Qing's hand and sobbing softly, which made people feel sad.
Lu Qing only had Lan Ge'er in her eyes now. She insisted on not taking a rest. She squatted on Lan Ge'er and looked at him closely, not ignoring any of his reactions.
Lan Ge'er licked his dry lips, and Lu Qing wanted to give him water.
Before she could stand up, Yan Fuguang poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Lu Qing.
Then, Yan Fuguang wrapped Brother Lan in a quilt and picked him up. He supported him and asked Lu Qing to give him water.
Brother Lan fell asleep in Yan Fuguang's arms. Everyone is very tired after getting up early this morning, let alone Brother Lan.
Her fair and tender cheeks were stained with an unnatural red color due to the fever, and her breathing was much louder than usual, but she fell asleep after all.
Lu Qing was low on energy and looked at Brother Lan tiredly, her eyelids heavy.
Yan Fuguang pulled her up and ordered: "Brother Lan's fever hasn't gone away yet. You go to the couch and rest for a while. I'll hold him to sleep."
There was a trace of hesitation in Lu Qing's eyes.
Yan Fuguang ordered in a concise and concise manner: "Go."
Lu Qing leaned on the couch, subconsciously preventing herself from falling asleep, and opened her eyes after a while.
She slept and woke up like this until dawn. She walked quietly to Yan Fuguang's side and saw that he was still holding Brother Lan, his eyes clear but unable to hide his fatigue.
Yan Fuguang felt the temperature of Brother Lan's forehead with his hand and said to Lu Qing, "The fever has gone down."
Brother Lang slept soundly, his body felt much more comfortable, and his breathing was gentle.
Lu Qing took Brother Lan and put him on the bed. After tucking him in, he turned around and raised his hand to massage Yan Fuguang's arm.
No matter what his identity is, if he can do this for Brother Lan, Lu Qing believes that Yan Fuguang is a good father.
"You haven't slept all night. I'll rub your arms. You can go and have a rest."
Her own eyes were also black and blue, which showed that she didn't fall asleep even after I drove her to bed last night.
Yan Fuguang stretched out his hand, brushed her eyelids with calloused fingers, and said in a low voice, "You are a good mother."
Lu Qing didn't even raise her head and said naturally: "After I gave birth to Brother Lan, I will be responsible for him. I feel sorry for him, care for him, and protect him to grow up safely. This is my responsibility as a mother."
Yan Fuguang was very interested in what she said and repeated: "Responsibility? I thought you would say that it is a woman's nature to love her children deeply."
Lu Qing paused her hands and said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "There are also women who don't love their children. Their nature cannot restrain others. There are still many children who are not loved and cared for."
She has forgotten what life was like when she had a family, but the numbness deep in her heart cannot fool anyone. There are many people with the same life experience as her. Lu Qing never feels sorry for herself, but she has no yearning for her family at all. After being sold, she has never thought about home.
Lu Qing had already drawn a clear line with the past. She didn't want to dwell on the unspeakable difficulties that led to her family selling her, so everyone wrote it off.
She loves her children, firstly out of nature and secondly out of responsibility.
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Yan Fuguang didn't take any rest. He came out of Jinjiyuan and went straight to the study room of Hemingyuan.
Liang Fei had been waiting at the door for a long time. As soon as Yan Fuguang appeared, he greeted him: "Your Majesty, a letter from the northwest."
Yan Fuguang opened the envelope, his brows tightening as he looked at it. His subordinates who stayed in Baihe City received definite news that several barbarian tribes in the north were about to unite to attack Dayan. Recently, only the White Crane City area has been relatively safe. There are people in other northern Xinjiang areas who are eyeing it. They are trying to find the weakest place and defeat Dayan's defense in one fell swoop.
"The news was not sent back to the court?"
Liang Feidao: "Normally it shouldn't be." Baihe City is further away from the capital. This letter was delivered at high speed. Several horses were broken along the way. It was delivered when it was still bright and bright today.
If the letter was sent directly from the north to the capital, it should arrive earlier than them.
Yan Fuguang no longer hesitated, changed his clothes and entered the palace directly.
Emperor Xihe stayed at Fengyi Palace last night, and Yan Fuguang waited for a while before seeing anyone.
He immediately informed Emperor Xihe of the news in the letter. Emperor Xihe paused while sipping the tea and said blankly: "Real or false? I didn't hear anyone say it."
"General Longhu's troops are stationed in the northern Xinjiang area. It is impossible not to detect them."
Although the Jiang family has bad taste and is a bit loyal, they will not be ambiguous when it comes to protecting their family and country. If there is any misunderstanding...
"Send someone to ask the prince."
Emperor Xihe sent someone to ask, and everything was as Yan Fuguang said.
Jiang Mihe's eldest brother Jiang Fengjiang sent someone to deliver the news directly to Yan Xianzhi, but Yan Xianzhi fell asleep as soon as he got back last night and had not had time to read the letter in the morning.
"Ha." Yan Fuguang looked at Yan Xianzhi, who had his head lowered and pretended to be guilty, "For such an important matter, has Commander Jiang's trust in the prince been betrayed?"
The Jiang family was related by marriage to Yan Xianzhi, and they also liked his status as the prince, so they thought that he would deliver the news to the emperor without delaying the matter.
The Jiang family did not do a good job in this matter, but because of the fact that they had guarded Northern Xinjiang for Dayan for decades, Yan Fuguang still chose to defend them in front of Emperor Xihe.
"Last night, on New Year's Eve, Commander Jiang must have calculated that his father would be unavailable, so he passed the news to the prince. However, he had no idea..."
The sarcasm in Yan Fuguang's tone made Yan Xianzhi lose all face. He hesitated and said nothing. If someone found out that the real reason was that he was addicted to Rouwenxiang, the crime would only be bigger.
Emperor Xihe glared at Yan Xianzhi with hatred, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's think about what to do about this matter first."
He immediately summoned the civil and military ministers to discuss the matter.
Most of the courtiers advocated fighting. General Jiang Zhen, who returned to Beijing for the New Year, raised his thick eyebrows: "The Jiang family has been stationed in northern Xinjiang for generations. If anyone dares to invade our land of Dayan, if he has the ability, he will steal the corpses of all the Jiang family men." Step on over!"
Emperor Xihe's blood boiled when he heard this, and he immediately said: "Okay! I believe in General Longhu!"
Before Jiang Zhen could respond to the excited Emperor, Ning Ge, an old man standing in the front row, held a wat board and said calmly: "I agree with your Majesty. There is no reason to retreat when the barbarians invade. However, the snowstorm last year cost a lot of money." The treasury is already empty of silver, and with the war going on, I don’t know how much silver will be consumed.”
The Minister of Household Affairs spoke under great pressure: "The money in the national treasury is not enough to support the war. Once a war breaks out, we are afraid that we will not be able to supply food and grass..."
Before Emperor Xihe inherited the throne, the treasury had been empty. At first, Emperor Xihe racked his brains to find ways to fill the treasury, but later he himself failed.
With no economic foundation and no enthusiasm, how can we defend our country?
