Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Everyone Shen

"It's a pretty good idea." Qi Xingyun nodded and said, "This time they will win or lose based on their own abilities. If they lose, they can't blame others, and they won't come and make noise in front of me."

Ma Chao hesitated for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, although this method is good, it consumes a lot of silver. Our Ministry of War really can't afford it. Jiang Shilang means to raise money from Yang's Chamber of Commerce..."

"Yang's Chamber of Commerce? Surely the Ministry of War can't get it out?" Qi Xingyun frowned.

"Well, the Ministry of War really can't get out of the money. Recently, a new batch of equipment has been replaced. The floor of the room has been in disrepair for a long time, and you may stumble when you walk. The roof leaks when it rains, and you can't stand the cold. , and can’t bear the rain, so the silver taels will already be wasted.” Ma Chao lowered his eyes.

It's not that he wants to complain deliberately, it's really helpless, the country needs too much money, and the huge military department needs a lot of money to support it. The only silver taels have been arranged in advance, so how can they be temporarily transferred out.

"How much silver do you need?" Qi Xingyun stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

Ma Chao raised his head and said, "About 10 taels... that's enough."

"Ma Aiqing, what did you say earlier?" Qi Xingyun said.

"Your Majesty, 10 taels."

"No, it's not this one, it's the last one."

"The Ministry of War repairs the house, buys more equipment, and has no money."

"It's not that."

Ma Chao was stunned and said, "Yang's Chamber of Commerce can raise money."

"I'm sure, the Yang's Chamber of Commerce is anxious about the country's difficulties, and it is really a model of the National Chamber of Commerce..."

After Ma Chao left, Qi Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way, and he doesn't want to do this either. Who made the treasury run out of money? From the bottom of his heart, he doesn't really want the Imperial Guard to be interfered by other forces.

This has nothing to do with trusting Yang Ruoqing, but the bottom line of the emperor's position.

The imperial guards directly under him must never be out of control. If the emperor cannot control the army, it will not be too far away from the change of dynasty.

However, there is nothing I can do.The treasury is really empty, many jobs have been forced to stagnate, and even the food and clothing expenses in the palace have been greatly reduced.

……

"I went to the palace once, and I have obtained His Majesty's permission. From now on, I will leave matters related to the imperial guards' competition to Mr. Jiang." After Ma Chao returned to the Ministry of War, he immediately found Jiang Wulang and said Emperor Qi Xingyun's will.

However, he changed the subject and warned: "My lord Jiang, this is a contest that His Majesty values. No matter what, no mistakes or mistakes can be made. You must be careful and come to me at any time if you have any questions."

"Lord Ma, don't worry, I will do my best and live up to my trust." Jiang Wulang nodded.

After getting the news that the contractor was confirmed, Jiang Wulang returned to Uncle Zhongyong's mansion with relevant materials, intending to share the matter with Yang Ruoqing.

But to his surprise, he actually rushed to nothing.

Yang Ruoqing was not in Uncle Zhongyong's mansion, but at Wan Qingchun's invitation, went to Biyun Garden to enjoy the flowers.

This year's Biyun Garden, camellias are in full bloom.

All kinds of rare species compete for splendor.

Therefore, Mrs. Lu Yuan, the owner of Biyun Garden, invited many celebrities in the capital to watch it, especially Lu Yuanding, a famous calligrapher and painter in the capital, painted the scrolls on the spot.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was in Biyun Garden.

The scenery in front of me is simply too beautiful to behold. The colorful camellias are dotted among the fake stone pavilions and streams, forming a fairyland-like artistic conception.

She also saw Lu Yuanding, a master of painting.

Lu Yuanding was about 40 years old, a Jinshi, an editor of the Imperial Academy, with a noble status, good at painting, not only well-known in the capital, even in the Jiangnan area.

Mrs. Lu Yuan's wife, Mrs. Lu, can invite Lu Yuanding, which is really flourishing.

In front of all dignitaries, wives, etc., Lu Yuanding painted with a brush, among the mountains and rivers, the luxurious camellias jumped out, as lifelike as real.

Even someone like Yang Ruoqing who doesn't know much about painting can't help saying a good word when she sees it.

She instantly felt that she was under an inexplicable edification, perhaps there was an aura called art reverberating in her body, which instantly made her feel as if her soul had been baptized.

But to be honest, she couldn't tell what was so good about this painting.

If she was asked to comment, she could only say one thing, it's so beautiful!

After thinking about it, Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything after all. If such a simple comment was made out, maybe Master Lu Yuanding would not like it.

"Master Lu's paintings are of advanced standards. The seemingly ordinary paintings actually have an air of idleness. Look at the mist covering the mountain peaks above. It seems to be a random and blurry mass, but in fact The artistic conception is perfect, and I personally think that this is when Master Lu's realm of life has reached a certain level, and fame and wealth are like floating clouds with him."

"Mrs. Li, I think there is another kind of artistic conception hidden here, which seems to be as idle as floating clouds, but these camellias rendered are magnificent and upright, which means that Master Lu also has the heart to make contributions to the court and not to be outdone. "

"Mrs. Liu, I think there is a sense of desolation after being rich and prosperous, implying that the world is impermanent."

To be honest, it is said that there are many talented men and women in the capital, and Yang Ruoqing felt an eye-opening feeling just looking at the evaluations of these wives and the young master.

And after all they said, the poses with their heads up at 45 degrees each have a sense of talent!

Comparing herself again, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt that she also had the title of a literary young woman, but she just didn't have this temperament.

Hey, there is still a gap.

Well, I learned it, I learned it, it was really a worthwhile trip.

After the wives and talents finished their evaluations, they each read a poem, but they were not convinced by each other.

Faintly, there seemed to be a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Lu Yuanding glanced at the ladies and gentlemen around him. What they said was not bad, and the poems they recited were also very interesting, and their level was good, but after all, they were still different from his own paintings and did not match them very well.

It's just that he can't say it out, these are either rich or expensive, and he doesn't want to offend so many people at once.

If he directly said that their poems were different from his own paintings, it would probably bring him a lot of trouble.

He simply smiled and looked at the crowd without answering.

Everyone is not a fool, so everyone knows that these poems are not perfect.

"Let everyone Shen come, everyone Shen is a master of poetry." Someone in the crowd shouted.

Amidst the voices of the crowd, a woman like Qinghe stepped out.

She covered her body in a blue tulle dress, with a white fox shawl on her outside. The blue silk was tied up with a headband, and she was wearing a thin layer of powder, but it created a petal-like beauty.

She is Shen Biyu, the owner of Zhuang Yulou, a well-known poet and composer in the capital.

(End of this chapter)