The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 503 Destruction Leads to Reconstruction, and Good Fortune Will Follow
The old, pedantic minister spoke earnestly and tirelessly, without even taking a breath, vehemently denouncing Liang Yue as utterly shameless when discussing the border. He also spoke of the palace burning down and the floods and natural disasters, suggesting they were warnings from Heaven.

We exchanged words, and not a single sentence was repeated.

Emperor Yingqian could not find an opportunity to kill Wei Zhao.

He didn't even have a chance to interject.

Several shadowy figures, hidden in a corner and armed with murder weapons, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Emperor Yingqian was suffering from a headache and was furious, so he did not want to listen anymore.

I want to shout angrily.

But the angrier these people get, the more energetic they become.

And it just so happens that those four old men were the ones leading the charge.

At this critical juncture, we are beset by internal and external troubles; we cannot fight, nor can we kill them all.

After who knows how much time had passed, Emperor Yingqian was so tired of hearing about it.

"Alright, all of you, step back. I have something to discuss with Guizhi."

"Your Majesty! We have come here to offer our advice and strategies!"

Emperor Yingqian: ...

He laughed angrily.

Four old ministers who had assisted the late emperor and the retired emperor came over; he didn't believe they had nothing to do with Wei Zhao.

Let's look at the other civil officials.

They can be infuriating at times, but they always know their limits and never dare to disobey superiors. Even the officials in the Censorate know how to read people's expressions.

Now that someone has taken the lead, it's quite remarkable.

His sinister gaze fell on Wei Zhao.

The latter, however, adopted a respectful demeanor and slowly bowed, saying, "What are your orders, Your Majesty? I will certainly do my utmost to fulfill them."

"What do you mean by 'death'? That's really unlucky. Let's not talk about it anymore."

Duke Xian interrupted, "We old folks are all still alive and well. How could it be your turn, a junior?"

However, he paused slightly.

"Indeed, many of your Wei family descendants die young."

As people get older, they tend to talk more nonsense.

He couldn't help but worry: "Your mother has had a tough time. She saw your grandfather off, then your father and uncle off, and if she has to see you off next, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."

"Your father-in-law, Fu Ju, should also call me 'Uncle'."

"He's known for doting on his daughter, and besides, you've just found a new wife. He'll most likely let his daughter remarry."

Marquis Xiuping nodded in approval.

“Your new bride is quite good; she’s been busy helping the disaster victims, which shows she’s of good character. If she remarries, there will be plenty of men who would want to marry her.”

Duke Xian said, "Your grandfather is not very good. Perhaps out of guilt, he has not dared to appear in my dreams all these years, so I have no one to scold him. But I am satisfied with you, young man. If she remarries in the future, I am willing to act as matchmaker."

“A woman’s youth fades quickly; how can you leave her alone in her empty chamber, wasting her youth? This is not only a matter of benevolence and forgiveness. You should be reasonable and open-minded, for you have lost the essence of the sages’ generosity and kindness.”

Wei Zhao:......

Thank you so much.

Fortunately, these people did not forget the main point. After getting back to the point, they quoted a lot of classics and classics. During the process of offering advice, they had disagreements and almost got into an argument.

Like a shrew from the marketplace, her cacophony shook the dust that had accumulated on the palace beams, causing it to fall in a flurry, and buzzing like thousands of greenbottle flies buzzing around one's ears, making one's temples throb.

Emperor Yingqian's patience had completely run out.

"I am not feeling well, you may all leave."

Wei Zhao respectfully withdrew.

other people……

It's still there.

Firstly, I'm worried about the emperor. Secondly, at this critical juncture, even if you're not feeling well, you have to persevere. You are the emperor; isn't it natural that you bear such a heavy burden? And it's even more natural that you haven't had a proper rest these past few days for the sake of the people.

Your Majesty can lie down on the couch, close your eyes and rest until they reach a conclusion in their dispute, can't you?
For three consecutive days, no further news came from the palace that Emperor Yingqian had summoned Wei Zhao.

The disaster has worsened in many more areas. Reinforcements sent to assist have yet to arrive, and the border is on the verge of falling.

Baopu sat inside the hall, leaning against a pillar carved with dragon patterns.

He didn't know where the bamboo tube came from, but he shook it. *Snap*.

One of them fell out.

The red slip was drawn from the blue tube, which appeared to have cracks in the sandalwood, resembling thunder patterns. The inscription on the front still bore traces of blood, and the hexagram depicted a lotus flower, signifying the transformation of misfortune into good fortune.

He picked it up.

"Though the road ahead is treacherous, Heaven's will is not to abandon us. After destruction comes construction, and good fortune will follow."

"Good signature."

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The wind picked up, and whispers in the streets and alleys were like rats gnawing.

The situation was becoming increasingly tense and difficult to control. The people of the Great Jin Dynasty were increasingly resentful of Heaven, blaming the emperor for being heartless, which led to the calamity from Heaven.

The sky was dark and overcast, with occasional rumbles of thunder on the horizon, making it impossible to tell whether it was still night or a storm brewing.

The newly posted proclamation in front of the government office was torn down again, with scraps of paper remaining where the paste hadn't dried.

A fierce wind swept across the ground, and withered branches clawed at the gatehouse on the street like bone claws, sounding like the wailing of ghosts.

"This darn weather changes every day. It was sunny yesterday, but it looks like it's going to rain again now."

The old woman gripped her grandson's wrist tightly, her steps hurried, crushing the fallen leaves underfoot. The rustling sound mingled with the watchman's clapper, making one's heart tremble.

"Let's go back quickly."

There was no one around.

The only lantern he was carrying was blown out by the wind with a soft thud.

It was pitch black, and I could no longer see the road.

"It's weird and creepy."

She groped her way forward, offering endless instructions.

“It was wrong of you to steal the money, and you deserved to be beaten by your mother. But you, with a temper just like your father's, turned around and ran out of the house. Your mother is already in poor health, and she was extremely anxious. Listen to your grandmother, go back and apologize and kowtow.”

The eight-year-old child pouted.

"Isn't it good to look like your father?"

"What good?"

"They all say that Father is an extremely capable person."

"He's capable; he was chosen by the Wei family army back then."

The old woman said with pride and emotion, "The Wei family army is well-treated. Our family was poor back then. Your grandfather was a scoundrel who left behind a mountain of debt before he died. I, a woman, could only take your father and hide from time to time, while the debt collectors relentlessly pursued us. If it weren't for your father, how could we have paid off the debts and settled down in the capital? How could we have eaten meat every day? Everyone in our alley says I'm lucky. My son is successful, and my daughter-in-law is filial."

"So what if I have the ability?"

The old woman's voice drifted through the darkness.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

He left behind his widowed mother, his wife, and his infant child.

But... Wei's army is good; they have never forgotten Dege's sacrifice.

Every time Wei's army returned in triumph, his comrades-in-arms who had fought in battle would come to visit them.

Not to mention that, in addition to the pension, the families of those who went to the capital could go to the Shun Guogong Mansion at the beginning of each month to collect rice and money, while those from other places would go to their respective government offices.

Wei Jiajun used this method to tell men that they only need to charge into battle, and their parents, wives, and children will be taken care of.

No other military camp offers such good treatment.

"Grandma,"

A child's innocent voice rang out: "I hear the sound of horses' hooves."

So many.

How could that be possible at this hour? Besides, riding horses is not allowed on the streets of the capital. The old woman didn't take it seriously: "Nonsense, you're lying to Grandma again."

“I really heard it.”

The child pointed behind him.

"They're coming this way."

soon.

The ground trembled slightly, the green tiles on the eaves rattled, and a dark mass of iron cavalry tore through the night.