"Take the emperor to command the princes" is the best strategy.

And the most critical part of this best strategy is the cooperation of Gu Xizhao, his daughter.

There are only a few numbers in the letter: my father is ambitious and will definitely succeed. I will give him a dowry to my father.

Hou Changping said these words several times over and over again. After a long time, his frowning brows gently stretched out, "It turns out that he is the daughter of my Gu family. After all, he still thinks openly and does not lower his horizons because of the love between children."

On the other hand, Li Zhongxian and Chan'er returned to the palace, and they went to report to their master separately. As the end of the year approached, not only did the harem have many trivial matters, but Zhao Sansi was also very busy, so he naturally had no time to take care of these things. He was always at ease with his own queen. Before Li Zhongxian finished speaking, she sent the person and asked him to talk to the queen.

After Chan'er returned to Changning Palace, Gu Xizhao asked the rest of the people to retreat, leaving only her to report, "When you come back, can you ask me to bring me a message?"

Chan'er nodded and passed on the words of Changping Hou to Gu Xizhao intact. "The old general said, 'Everything at home is ready and very stable, so that she doesn't have to worry. Now she should think more about herself and focus on the matter of the royal heir."

Everything is ready and very stable - then it's just a tide.

My father will never know, and this east wind will never come.

Because she will never have a little fool's royal heir.

Thinking of this, Gu Xizhao couldn't help but smile. So what if her father had done all the tricks, how could he think that the little fool was actually a little girl?

Chan'er couldn't help but wonder, "Empress, why are you laughing at?"

Gu Xizhao shook her head, "I didn't laugh at anything."

Chan'er also laughed, "Since the master of the Empress, Taoist Yun Song, entered the palace, the Empress has no longer liked to smile. I still like to see the Empress happy."

Gu Xizhao was stunned, "Is it so obvious?"

Chan'er nodded, "The Empress often loses her mind. I have seen the emperor looking at you from afar behind me several times, and I don't let me remind you. I think, the emperor must be worried about you too."

Gu Xizhao thoughtful and replied lightly, "Okay, I know. Thank you for your hard work today. Let's go down and take a break first."

"It's not hard. I haven't left the palace for a long time, so I just went out to have a look." Chan'er said a few words and then bowed down.

After Chan'er went out, the quiet hall was left with only the occasional slight sound of silver wire carbon in the brazier. Gu Xizhao sat in Chan'er's position after she went out for a long time. Until her neck became a little sore, she raised her hand and pinched it, got up and walked to the window.

This summer is long, but winter comes early, and it snows in mid-October. By December, the snow outside has not completely melted.

Thick snow pressed the dead branches, and the dead branches were not heavy. The moment Gu Xizhao opened the window, a branch of pine trees not far away was crushed. Large pieces of snow fell suddenly, scaring the little palace maid who was walking below to run around with her head in her arms, and the people next to her were laughing so hard that the branches were trembling.

Gu Xizhao looked at it and couldn't help laughing. When she was young, she was also a naughty girl, who took two little girls in the Taoist temple to climb trees and catch birds. In winter, she mischievously shook the snow on the trees, and the two little girls fell all over the body.

At that time, she was also laughing so hard.

When you are young and do not know sorrow, people's hearts are very simple, so happiness is also very simple.

Unlike nowadays, people's hearts are complicated, and even happiness has become a luxury. Even blood and family affection has become a weapon to use.

My father took advantage of her, and now she has to use her father too.

The remaining dowry was just her sincerity to express her "she figured it out."

After all, only by knowing oneself and one’s enemy can one never win a battle.

Since loyalty and filial piety are difficult to achieve, then choose one and follow it.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the temperature dropped a lot again, and the velvet snow turned into thick ice crystals. Before Zhao Sansi left Changning Palace, he ran back in shame, "Queen, it's too cold outside. Let's take a break in the morning, let's take a break."

This winter came early this year, and it was colder than in previous years. Zhao Sansi couldn't get up at all. He asked Gu Xizhao to urge him every day. Whenever he saw the little fool's sleepy and stupid look, she felt that the emperor's errand was really too tiring, so she had to think of a way to postpone the morning court for half an hour.

"I think the emperor is becoming more and more delicate." Gu Xizhao left the bedroom and felt the low temperature today. He was merciless, but his hands were very skillful in putting on her warm cotton cover with a cage. "These ministers still have to come to the palace early. Now that the emperor can't say that he will not go to court, so the ministers can't wait in vain?"

"It's cold." Zhao Sansi stepped on the clean snow beside the stone road, and only the "crying" sound was heard, but the foot was not deep. "Queen, look, these snows have become ice particles and can't even be stepped on."

Gu Xizhao glared at her, and Zhao Sansi quickly pulled her legs back, "It's so cold."

Gu Xizhao said helplessly: "I know it's cold, but the emperor has stopped court today because of the cold. Where can all officials be placed? These days, the weather will not warm up. You go to court first. The weather is too cold. This year, we will stop court from the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month."

Zhao Sansi went to court again reluctantly.

As usual, as soon as she went to court, she "disliked" her empress to the civil and military officials of the court, "My dear ministers, this is so cold, why did you insist on coming to court?"

All ministers: What is it? Of course it is forced by the emperor's tyranny.

Of course, my mother was slapped in her heart and had to be reasonable: "It is the responsibility, it is the dream of making Dazhao better and better."

The courtier's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

Zhao Sansi didn't believe it anyway, so he curled his lips, "I thought it was a salary."

All ministers: Haha. The salary has been cut in half, what else do we want?

Of course, my mother is slapped in her heart and has to be reasonable. However, even so, they are a gentleman who loves money: "Salary... is naturally one of them. My ministers and others are all people with old people and young people."

Zhao Sansi, who has no old age and no young age, feels a little happy. "The weather is so cold. Although I have the whole Zhao in my heart, if it were not forcing me, I would probably not be able to come to court today. Alas, this woman is just not pampered. Look, now, I want to be lazy, but the queen just doesn't allow me to come to court."

The court officials had already become the old monk's attitude towards this. Anyway, they had already summarized it. No matter what the little emperor said about the queen, they just need to echo: "The queen is virtuous."

Zhao Sansi, who was not afraid of a slap in the face, nodded and then sighed, "The queen is virtuous, but she is so virtuous."

All the ministers had a word in their hearts, and they didn’t know whether to talk or not.

After the daily show, Zhao Sansi cleared his throat and began to watch the court officials complain.

Well, five of these court officials were told in the court, but five of them were not good, and the other four were used to count. As for the remaining one, either the daughter of a family wanted to get married and ask for leave, or the one family took a grandson and asked for leave. It would take more than half a year before they could encounter a really good thing.

Zhao Sansi sometimes wondered, wasn’t it said it was a peaceful and prosperous era? Why did she feel that the people lived in dire straits every time she went to court?

Sure enough, after saying two irrelevant things, the Minister of Works said a tragic tragedy:

"Your Mausoleum reported to the person responsible for relocating the tomb of Empress Dowager Duanhui, the tomb of Emperor Xuanjing was stolen."

When Zhao Sansi ascended the throne last year, he still used the original year name. This year, the year name was changed to Xi, and her mother, Concubine Yao, was posthumously named Empress Dowager Duanhui, and the tomb was re-built in the royal cemetery.

Xuan Jing is the posthumous title of the late emperor Zhao Jin.

When the Minister of Works said this, Zhao Sansi was secretly yawning.

Hearing this, he didn't care about yawning, "What did you... have you said just now? What was stolen?"

"The tomb of Emperor Xuan Jing was stolen."

Her emperor's tomb was stolen?

That's right.

Zhao Sansi opened his mouth slightly for a long time, "What was stolen?"

"I don't know what I stole, but the burial gold and silver utensils and jewelry in the underground palace have been passive."

Zhao Sansi breathed a little relieved, as long as the dragon body that was not her brother was stolen.
Chapter completed!