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Chapter 0073 Li Shenxian

The queen looked around, waved her hand, drove all the servants far away, leaned over, and said in a low voice: "A few months ago, Ma You often inspected all counties in all directions, and went to Qingcheng during this period. At that time, the Han Dynasty was as dangerous as a prime minister. Although he had the ability of a prime minister and the protection of Li Shangshu outside, the emperor's heart was still burning, so he wanted to ask the Shenxian Li to divine a divination."

Zhang Xiahou was shocked. This was a secret news in the palace. Is it appropriate for her to say this to her?

Looking at the mother's shocked and suspicious eyes, the queen shook her head slightly and smiled, "Don't worry, my daughter has her own sense of responsibility." As she said that, she took a sip of water from the table and continued, "Then Shenxian Li only drew one painting as before, and handed it to Ma Youchang. The painting was like half of the beauty dripped two drops of water in front of the horse, but the word Wu was written on it. The Ma Youchang couldn't understand it, so she asked her meaning. The Sunxian Li only said: On the way back, you will meet his horse, and on the way north, you can get the beauty."

Zhang Xiahou frowned and thought that this foggy thing was puzzling.

"Li Shenxian's paintings have always been obscure and difficult to understand, and my daughter was puzzled. Later, when I heard about Feng Langjun, I suddenly realized that the two waters and one horses were the same as Feng?"

"But how can we prove that Feng Yong is Feng?" Zhang Xiahou understood immediately, but he felt that his eldest daughter was too hasty.

"My mother, don't forget, the Shenxian Li once said: On the way back, you will meet his horse. When Ma You often returned to the CD, he passed by Fengzhuang and had a conversation with Feng Langjun. At that time, Feng Langjun had said that he was careful of the chaos in the south, but Ma You Chang regarded it as an old disease and recurring nonsense. He didn't feel relieved. Unexpectedly, what happened later was the one that he said."

Zhang Xiahou was silent.

"My daughter knows that even so, it cannot prove that it must be Feng Langjun. But mother, how can there be a lot of things in the world? Only 50% of them are enough, and my daughter thinks it's enough!"

This daughter is indeed decisive in killing and decisive. The emperor was extremely accurate in his life, and it seems that it makes sense.

Zhang Xiahou nodded silently, as if he had agreed to the queen's words.

"Even the Prime Minister is not completely guessed. However, when the Prime Minister summoned Feng Langjun that day, it was said that it was the result of the Quyuan Plough. But as far as my daughter knows, the Prime Minister was responsible for all things every day and was personally involved in matters of all kinds. If it were not an important matter, how could he have the spare time to go to Fengzhuang with the Old General Zhao? Isn't it more convenient to directly summon Feng Langjun to the Prime Minister's Mansion? Doesn't my mother find it strange? This is really too polite to praise Feng Langjun?"

After all, Zhang Xiahou was a man who had experienced great storms. After listening to his daughter's intimate analysis, he suddenly felt that this matter was indeed a bit unusual.

"So, that prime minister is..."

The following words were not said, but the meaning was already very clear.

The queen nodded and said, "So my daughter thought that since she was already five points, she would bet once, so what? If the bet was right, the Zhang family would say that she could protect two generations of worry-free. Even if it was wrong, the younger sister could get a mountain family as her husband, and it would not be considered a burial of her. It was not a loss to both sides, so why not do it?"

As a mother, Zhang Xiahou was really convinced by his eldest daughter and sighed softly: "Now I finally understand why the late emperor has always been a striking thing to you as a daughter. Your vision is indeed different from our women."

"What did my mother say? Even if my daughter is a daughter, she may not be worse than those men." The queen looked proud.

"But you are pregnant now, so you should spend less time and pay more attention to caring for your health, otherwise it will be bad for yourself and your children." Zhang Xiahou looked at his daughter's sickly pale face and whispered with some concern, "Darang is also a good person, you don't have to worry too much about the mansion."

"Daughter can't save it." The queen nodded, saying that Zhang Xiahou's words were heard. "My daughter was in a hurry to leave the palace this time. I heard that my mother had a rift with the Prime Minister's wife because of her younger sister's affairs, so she begged the emperor and asked her daughter to return to the house once. Now all the Han government orders are out of the prime minister's hands. Even if the emperor is the emperor, she will call the prime minister to call him Father. It's because her daughter is negligent. My mother should not live with the Prime Minister's wife."

"Don't worry. Since I know this is your idea, how can I still take my anger on others? Just turn around and I'll just accompany Huang A Chou. After all, she can only talk to me in the past two years."

"After all, my daughter is the queen of the Han Dynasty. If my mother really wants to accompany others, wouldn't she be demoted to her identity? The Prime Minister's wife is a smart person. When she sends her younger sister back home, her mother will keep her and say something kind of self-contained, and she will understand."

"Don't worry, I have my own sense."

The queen and her mother had not seen each other for many days, and she was thinking of saying more. Unexpectedly, someone was sent to the palace at this time, saying that the emperor was worried about the queen's health and asked the queen to return to the palace early. The queen had no choice but to give her mother a detailed reminder, then she got up and left.

After mid-August, Feng Yong originally wanted to make some mooncakes, but after inquiring, although he had the habit of watching the moon in autumn these days, there was no such thing as Mid-Autumn Festival. More importantly, as soon as the autumn harvest was finished, the coffin of the late emperor Liu Bei was buried in Huiling. Feng Yong did not dare to jump out at this time, otherwise he would be caught and the Feng family would really have to walk down the road to reunite the whole family.

However, when Feng Tubi sat secretly in his backyard to enjoy the moon on the night of August 10, he couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, he finally felt the heaviness of history. The burial of Liu Bei's coffin seemed to announce the end of the era of the older generation: Guan Yu was dead, Zhang Fei was dead, Huang Zhong was dead, Ma Chao was dead, and Liu Bei was dead...

The last veteran Zhao Yun, Feng Yong, remembers that in a few years, he would encounter the last battle in his life, and he would be defeated and then die.

From the eyes of Feng Yong's dark mentality, Liu Chan in the palace probably felt relieved, because Liu Bei's burial also announced the arrival of his own emperor's era - of course, it was only superficial.

Every holiday, I miss my relatives more. Feng Tubi thought of his relatives and finally became depressed...

About August this year is the busiest month for Han officials. In the early part of the year, they were busy with autumn harvest, in the middle part of the year, and in the late part of the year, they were busy preparing to plant winter wheat.

Farming is the foundation of the country. As the newly ascended emperor, Liu Chan still attaches great importance to it. Even the attention given by Prime Minister Zhuge is still important. In order to express this attention, the new emperor decided that Qiu Geng would go out to inspect the farmland outside Jincheng this time, indicating that he was not just shouting slogans, but really taking practical actions.

All the ministers had no objection to this, and they all said it was OK. It is a blessing for all people to attach so much importance to farming. Our Han Dynasty will definitely have a great harvest next year - this is what it means.
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