Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

In this narrow carriage filled with tension and oppression, Wanyao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, and her lips turned a little blue from the force.

Fine beads of sweat quietly seeped out from the forehead and slowly slid down the cheeks.

Wanyao's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, closely following Zhu Gang's receding back.

There was deep anxiety and endless helplessness in her eyes, as if all her hopes were gradually disappearing with Zhu Gang's departure.

Zhu Gang's figure, which was originally as tall and straight as a pine tree, now exuded a kind of coldness that kept people at a distance, and every step he took was steady and firm.

That resolute attitude of not even turning back was like a sharp knife, piercing Wanyao's heart.

From Zhu Gang's series of performances, Wan Yao's mind was as clear as a mirror.

The other party didn't believe at all the excuses that I had racked my brains and spent so much time to come up with.

A feeling of bitterness welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

Wanyao understood better than anyone: the lies she had carefully woven were like a layer of thin paper in front of Zhu Gang's insight as sharp as a falcon and his thinking as meticulous as a precision instrument.

It breaks with a slight poke, appearing so pale, weak and vulnerable.

And she herself seemed to have been trapped in an inescapable dilemma from the very beginning, and could only watch the situation develop in an increasingly unfavorable direction.

Outside the carriage in the deep winter, there is a solemn and blurry world.

The biting cold wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring wildly between heaven and earth.

The heavy snow fluttered down, covering the whole world with silver, but also making everything hazy and indistinguishable.

The rolling mountains in the distance have long been covered with thick snow.

Only some winding outlines were faintly visible, like dormant silver dragons, looming in the snow.

The tall and straight trees on weekdays have now turned into white giants.

The branches were bent by the snow and trembled in the strong wind.

It makes a "crunching" sound, as if telling the cruelty of the cold winter.

The houses on the ground seemed to be mostly swallowed up by ice and snow.

Only the vague roof and the curl of smoke coming out of the chimney were visible.

As soon as it rose, it was blown away by the strong wind and disappeared without a trace.

The streets that are usually bustling are now deserted.

Occasionally there were a few pedestrians, also wrapped in thick cotton coats.

They hurried on their way, leaving behind a series of footprints of varying depths on the snow, which were soon buried by newly fallen snow.

However, in this chaos and blur, only Zhu Gang's gradually receding figure became clearer and clearer in Wan Yao's eyes.

Zhu Gang was wearing a black cloak with a layer of white snow on it, but it did not slow down his pace at all.

The wind blew violently, and the cloak rustled.

At this moment, Zhu Gang's posture was still upright, and every step he took was firmly on the thick snow, leaving deep footprints.

His back revealed a kind of coldness and determination that kept people at a distance, as if there was an insurmountable ice wall between him and Wanyao.

Watching Zhu Gang walking further and further away, Wan Yao's heart seemed to be torn apart by the cold wind of deep winter.

The feeling of helplessness completely overwhelmed Wan Yao like a surging tide. She felt like a helpless blade of grass in the ice and snow.

Shivering in the cold wind, not knowing where to go.

The feeling of loss was like the flying snow, weighing heavily on Wanyao's heart.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but were condensed by the cold wind.

Only a deep feeling of desolation and loneliness was left, lingering in Wanyao's heart for a long time.

In this deep winter when the cold wind was raging and the world was in chaos, Garden Horse Temple Minister Lin Zhengyuan and his officials finally returned to the government office after a long journey.

Along the way, the strong wind brought with it heavy snow, blowing on everyone's faces like a knife.

Their thick cotton clothes were soaked by the cold snow, and the chill penetrated into their bones.

Lin Zhengyuan was riding on the horse. Although his posture was still upright, he could not hide his fatigue.

His hands, which were tightly gripping the reins, were already red from the cold, and he had to loosen them from time to time.

At this moment, Lin Zhengyuan blew hot air into his palms, trying to dispel the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones.

The officials behind him were also in a state of disarray.

Some of them shrank their necks and stamped their feet, trying to regain feeling in their frozen feet.

Su Jingwen, a sixth-rank temple secretary, covered his hat tightly with his hands, fearing that it would be blown away by the strong wind.

The team struggled forward in the wind and snow, leaving behind a series of crooked footprints of varying depths, which were soon covered by newly fallen snowflakes.

The familiar outline of the government office emerged faintly in the wind and snow.

Lin Zhengyuan looked in the direction of the government office, and a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes.

He squeezed the horse's belly lightly and increased the speed.

Seeing this, the officials behind him also forced themselves to follow.

When everyone arrived at the gate of the yamen, the guards at the door hurried forward and helped to lead the horses.

Lin Zhengyuan turned over and got off the horse, his feet stepping on the snow, making a "crunching" sound.

He looked up at the plaque of the government office and took a deep breath.

Then Lin Zhengyuan and his subordinates walked into the gate of the yamen, shook off the snow on their bodies, and prepared to face the next tasks.

Just when Lin Zhengyuan was preparing to tidy up a bit and get rid of the fatigue and embarrassment brought by the severe cold of deep winter.

The guard who had previously reported the information to Lin Yuan, the Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple, was moving rapidly towards them like a black shadow in the heavy snow.

The guard's originally neat clothes looked a little messy in the fierce snow and wind.

Large flakes of snow fell on his shoulders and hat, but he ignored them.

The guard had anxious eyes and hurried steps.

The snow under his feet made a "crunching" sound, splashing up a cloud of fine snow powder.

The guard quickly came in front of Lin Zhengyuan and others, and knelt on one knee without even taking time to catch his rapid breath.

He bowed and said solemnly, "Sir, Shaoqing, please tell me..."

Although the guard hadn't finished speaking, his anxious expression and hesitant look seemed to indicate that something urgent and important was happening.

Seeing this, Lin Zhengyuan frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me as soon as possible. I don't have the time to chat with you if you keep hesitating."

In this deep winter with ice and snow everywhere, the atmosphere in the government office was solemn.

The guard knelt on one knee, the cold wind whistling past him.

The guard trembled slightly and tried to calm himself down.

After taking a few deep breaths, his eyes gradually changed from panic to focus, and he finally began to tell the story.

"Sir, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan came to the government office quietly early in the morning and had a secret conversation with the Shaoqing in the reception room."

The guard paused slightly, as if combing through every detail in his mind.

Then he continued, "At that time, I was ordered by the Shaoqing to guard outside the door, and I did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

I only vaguely heard His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan mention that the border situation is tense now, and he is very concerned about the supply of war horses to the Yuanma Temple, and his words are quite worried. "(End of this chapter)