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The next morning after the morning court, Chu Wei will ask for an order to enter the Xuanzheng Hall.

He was dressed in official robes, and in his hands, he was holding a scroll of paintings that had been placed into a cloth belt. He was accompanied by an official of the Imperial Historical Office, who had always been obsessed with Li Qingyun's paintings and was quite knowledgeable about them. He was invited by Tian Fusheng to take a look at the two paintings to see if they were the same as the real one, and whether they could be merged into one.

Today is the rainy weather, the painting will flood some moisture, make the paper slightly wrinkled. The painting in the emperor's coffers has been placed on the paperwork, and the eyes of the officials of the Imperial Palace of Justice brightened, and they looked towards the painting one by one.

Gu Yuanbai laughed and joked, "This look in Wanqing's eyes, it's like he's going to set Li Qingyun's painting on fire in general."

Lord Wan gave a restrained smile and saluted with Chu Wei. After rising, Chu Wei handed the eunuch the cloth belt in his arms.

The upper and lower volumes of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains have finally been put together.

Gu Yuanbai took one look, then could not help but lose his smile, "Chu Qing, your painting must be fake."

Although he didn't understand paintings, he could at least tell how old or new the paintings were, if he looked at them individually it wasn't much, when the two paintings were put together, the difference between the old and the new abruptly grew.

Chu Wei's lips opened and closed, eventually pursing his lips straight and looking down at the painting on the table.

Looked a few disappointed looks.

Lord Wan suddenly "eek" a sound, close to look at Chu Wei's painting, "Your Holiness, this can be really strange, although the old and the new are different, but the painting of the brush or landscape direction, are Li Qingyun painting habits. Do not look at the old and new, just look at the painting, as if it really is Li Qingyun painting in general."

Gu Yuanbai froze, the tip of his nose wrinkling slightly, "Really?"

Lord Wan didn't dare to talk about the painting to the fullest, "I'll look at it again."

Rainy weather, there is no daylight, Mr. Wan looked more and more like, the heart also feel more strange. He will be up and down the two pictures together, look, no gap where the break, every place with the previous volume together, this is not a painting, imitation of the painting of the people and how to do it?

Is it hard to match the first half of the scroll without error just by the second half of the scroll?

"It's too similar," exclaimed Lord Wan, "even if I knew it was an imitation, I wouldn't dare to say that there was any difference in the painting."

The corner of Gu Yuanbai's eyes hooked, "Interesting."

He stepped forward and Lord Wan backed away. His Holiness bent over and looked at the painting that Chu Wei had presented to him.

Chu Wei, on the other hand, was looking at His Holiness.

Gu Yuanbai's black hair wanted to fall on his spine, and with every slight movement he made, the few strands of hair on the very edge became dangerously heavy.

If it hangs down, will it sweep over Chu Wei's painting?

If he swept it, he was afraid that he would be stained with a corner of ink that had already been dampened by the humidity of the rain.

Chu Wei's thoughts have just passed, the hair of the Holy Spirit will slide down from both sides, Chu Wei subconsciously stepped forward quickly, and caught the hair in time before it touched the painting.

The eyes of the saint cast on his body, Chu Wei gentleman like jade, he calmly said: "This painting I do not know how many people's hands, or do not touch the saint as well."

Gu Yuanbai smiled, straightened up, and patted Chu Wei's arm, "Chu Qing is meticulous."

The black hair followed suit and cut away from Chu Wei's hand.

Chu Wei withdrew his hand, a subtle smile rising in his eyes, "I wouldn't dare."

*

Although the painting was fake, the contents of the painting seemed real. Gu Yuanbai was aroused some interest, and he asked Chu Wei to leave the painting behind, so that if he met the person who sold him the painting next time, he would come and report in time.

And not long after, Old General Xue did return to the capital.

He went into the palace to discuss business with Gu Yuanbai, the border market was carried out extraordinarily smoothly, Zhang's on the commercial road had been prepared for a long time, they are old in the business of buying and selling business, so made out of the mutual market, to have whatever you want to have, greatly arouse the interest and enthusiasm of the nomads on the mutual market.

Enthusiasm is manifested in the fact that the steeds brought from the northern border were filled into the army one batch after another, and part of the cattle and sheep from the northern border were sold to the south, and part of them were put into the barracks for the soldiers to add meat and fish to their diets.

Together with the horses previously sent by the Western Xia, the army will be able to set up 10,000 more cavalry, cavalry, heavy cavalry equipment and training methods are also improving, food is not short of sufficient meat and fruits and vegetables can be fed enough robust and powerful body.

Once so many cows and sheep were in the army, the soldiers' esteem and love for Gu Yuanbai could be said to have gone up a notch. They knew the days were good and bad, and such a life with meat and rice was something they had never experienced before they became soldiers.

In all the world, the only person who can be better off after being a soldier than before is Daheng.

The army is too important, after Gu Yuanbai asked about the cattle, sheep and steeds, and then asked about the border preparations, Old General Xue had a lot of feelings and couldn't help but say one more thing: "When I was stationed in the northern border with my troops, the soldiers of the northern border were as thin as bones, and the people of the northern border were even more frightened, and they couldn't sleep peacefully. But when I returned to the capital this time," he couldn't help but show a smile, "the people pined for each other, shedding tears for ten miles, and gave so many things to me and my fellow generals that we couldn't even take them with us."

"And the soldiers of the Northern Border," General Xue couldn't help his eyes from souring, "Last year, when there was continuous heavy snowfall, several houses collapsed in the Northern Border, and the soldiers went to the rescue and cleared the snow all night long. The snow fell for dozens of days in a row, and the roads were blocked, but the soldiers of the Northern Border never froze to death."

"We drank old duck soup and wrapped ourselves in the cotton coats you gave us, Your Holiness, and we all lived through the whole winter in safety."

Gu Yuanbai's heart rose with warmth at his words, he smiled, and then suddenly and sincerely said, "This is the scene I want to see the most in my life."

"An obtaining a wide building with ten million rooms," whispered the Holy Spirit, "and a great shelter for the world's cold people."

At these words, Old General Xue burst into tears.

*

Old General Xue had tears in his eyes all the way out of the capital, and the saint specially asked Xue Yuan to accompany him back to his home. Xue Yuan looked at Old General Xue with a headache, "General Xue, can you stop crying?"

Old General Xue's cuffs were already wet with tears, "Your Holiness is just too good, Your Holiness is too good."

A smile appeared on Xue Yuan's face, "Your Holiness is naturally good."

Old General Xue did not calm the agitation and emotion in his chest until he returned to his residence, he cried in front of his son for so long that he was a little embarrassed for a moment, so he coughed his throat, "In a few days, you'll be twenty-five, you're all about to reach your prime, Xue Yuan, when will you be able to give your old man a daughter-in-law for me to marry back?"

Xue Yuan pondered seriously, "Difficult."

"Your mother and I both know that you already have a sweetheart," General Xue let out a long sigh, only thinking that he didn't want to say more, "Your father had you at the age of twenty, and another two years later, Lin Ge'er was born. Now that I'm past my prime, I haven't even gotten to hold a grandchild."

Xue Yuan lazily said, "Simple. Tomorrow, I will find a few girls who are willing to give birth to Xue Er, and lock them up with Xue Er. When they are pregnant, then when they will come out of the room."

"You even have a sweetheart, why doesn't your sweetheart give old man grandchildren?" Old General Xue's face flushed with great dissatisfaction, "Could it be that you, this useless brat, haven't gotten someone to agree to marry you by now?"

"It cannot be born," Xue Yuan said truthfully, "and indeed has not yet agreed to marry me."

It may never agree to marry him, and the Xue House seems to ...... not be able to afford to support the saint.

Old General Xue sank his face, "Since people are not willing to marry you, don't give me any more ideas! Go back to my home and I'll ask your mother to open up a marriage for you."

Xue Yuan's face did not change, "General Xue, I don't lift."

Elder General Xue completely couldn't hold back his anger and burst out, "You don't lift a finger, what's with you washing your pants for half a month in a row in the Northern Frontier! Xue Jiu Yao, you've grown in skill you, for a woman who doesn't like you and can't give birth to a child, you can even say such things!"

This roar caused the slaves who greeted the lord back to the house to jump.

Mrs. Xue arrived just in time to hear this sentence, her face suddenly changed and she went forward after shooing the servants away, "What's going on here?"

"Look at your good son," Old General Xue was so angry that his hands were trembling, "How could he say such confusing things for the sake of a woman!"

Mrs. Xue was stunned, then looked at Xue Yuan.

Xue Yuan grinned, "Old Father, who told you it was a woman?"

Old General Xue was stunned.

Xue Yuan stretched his body, thinking about which kinds of family laws he would have in a while, and whether he could protect his back, ''My sweetheart is a male, so naturally, I won't be able to give you grandchildren. I think Xue Er is good, don't you want grandchildren? Let Xue Er give birth to ten or eight, he can afford to raise them."

General Xue looked at him sullenly and suppressed, "Say that again."

It was with such a look on the veteran's face that anger truly rose.

Mrs. Xue had tears in her eyes and looked at her son with worry.

The last time Elder General Xue was so angry, he had beaten Second Duke Xue half to death.

Xue Yuan tsked.

He said with no haste on his lips, "General Xue, I'm going to say this for the last time, so listen carefully."

Eyes lifted, "I've got a crush on a guy, and it has to be him. I can't lift anyone other than him."

*

On the second day, Xue Yuan really did not enter the palace.

Gu Yuanbai had already anticipated this in his mind, but when he occasionally called out to someone, he still subconsciously shouted, "Xue Yuan."

At noon, Tian Fusheng waited for His Majesty to fall asleep, he wanted to speak for a long time, but finally whispered, "Your Majesty, the night before last, when I sent the imperial doctors away, I happened to meet Lord Xue on my way back. I was around the corner and heard a few conversations between Lord Xue and the imperial doctors."

Gu Yuanbai's eyes were closed and his breath was long, "Hmm?"

"Lord Xue is asking the Imperial Doctor," Tian Fusheng lowered his voice with difficulty, "when you will be able to perform the bed business."

He had expected the saint to frown or rise in anger, but the saint unexpectedly hooked his lips and asked, "What did the imperial physician say?"

Tian Fusheng choked and obediently said, "The imperial physician said that bedtime would be possible after half a month."

"Half a month," Gu Yuanbai grunted, "I remember."

Tian Fusheng's face was odd, "Lord Xue said the same thing."

Your Majesty, how is it that your heart is in tune with Lord Xue's?

Gu Yuanbai snorted out a laugh.

He went to sleep with such a pleasant mood, and when he woke up, Tian Fusheng told him that the people buried in Xue's house had come to report that Xue Yuan had been beaten by Xue's old general yesterday night and had been locked up in the ancestral hall with his wounds for the whole night.

As soon as Tian Fusheng's words fell, Gu Yuanbai coldly lowered his face. His face was unsightly, his eyes dark, and Tian Fusheng trembled, "Your Holiness?"

"Prepare a horse," Gu Yuanbai said coldly in the middle of the day, "Go to the Xue Mansion."