The winter rain mixed with snow particles hit the window of the imperial study room, making a "puff" sound.

If it were in previous years, when the snow particles were about to melt before they melted, they would condense into ice with the surrounding rainwater, freezing the silk cloth that was covered with windows as if it were glazed. However, this year, this interesting scenery would not appear again. The water stove continuously sent hot water to the radiator through a special pig iron pipe, and continuously took away the cold water. The entire imperial study room became as warm as late spring for twelve hours a day.

Emperor Yingtian Shenlong liked the sound of hot water passing through the pipes, which made him feel very quiet.

He was driven from the throne and was placed in Luling for a long time. The winter in Luling was not only cold but also humid, which tortured him so much that he was often in pain.

Therefore, whenever the weather becomes cold and wet, those unpleasant memories will appear in his mind, making his mood irritable and depressed. This year, the hot water flowing in the water stove pipe dispels the cold and dampness, leaving him with only dryness and warmth.

This set of water stoves, as well as the other thirty sets of water stoves in the palace, were all "black-extorted" from Zhang Qian, the military supervisor. More than a dozen sets of water stoves and silver hotpots "black-extorted" were given to his younger brother Li Dan, his younger sister Princess Taiping and several other royal relatives.

All the royal relatives who were given two items wrote a special stamp to thank him and praised the water stove in the stamp. As far as he knew, in Chang'an City, the water stove has quickly replaced the brazier and became the first choice for high-ranking officials and nobles to keep warm in winter.

This thing can be placed outdoors or in another room to isolate the firewood, carbon and smoke from the residents. Hot water will bring warmth to any place where you need it. It is both warm and clean, and it also effectively avoids the worries of carbon poison being inhaled. It is not an exaggeration to praise "smart work".

Deep in my heart, the Yingtian Dragon Emperor Li Xian's love for this thing is even far more than the windmill, Jijing and Water Gate. The last three things combined together are extremely powerful and completely solve the worry of waterlogging in Chang'an City. However, the beneficiaries are mainly the people in the South City. Since the completion of the Daming Palace, it has not been troubled by waterlogging. Whether there are windmills, Jijing and Water Gate, life is the same!

However, Li Xian could just think about this in his heart. He could not say it in public no matter what. Otherwise, there would definitely be a lot of censors who would rush to write and criticize him for not knowing the sufferings of the people. Although, although those censors may not have suffered more in this life than him, the emperor, and it is very likely that they cannot even distinguish between leeks and wheat seedlings.

"Master, the Majesty Queen sent the female historian of the Shangdian Bureau to ask for instructions. Where will the Majesty be ready to rest tonight?" The voice of Gao Yanfu, the general of the prison gate, slowly rang beside Li Xian, causing his good mood to disappear in an instant.

It was not because of Gao Yanfu himself, but because of the question asked by Queen Wei.

The room was as warm as spring, and people would also be full of vitality. Wei Shi was three years younger than him, and his body was flexible and strong because of his frequent practice of yoga. He had been unable to do anything for more than two years. Although Wei Shi never complained, he even recommended other concubines to serve him in a virtuous manner. However, whenever the joy ended, he felt powerless and guilty whenever he saw the resentment inadvertently revealed in Wei Shi's eyes.

This feeling cannot be expressed in words, nor can he seek medical treatment. As the emperor, he was driven out of office by his biological mother once, and was slandered by many powerful officials and said that he was not qualified. If even a man had to take medicine to assist him, he would have lived a very failed life!

"Tell the female history that I need to correct the memorial today, so I rest in the bedroom next to the study. Let the Queen and Monk's bedroom office not arrange any concubines to come and serve him." He sighed secretly in his heart. Emperor Yingtian Shenlong turned his back to Gao Yanfu and smiled, for fear that the old eunuch would see the pain on his face.

The most competent thing about the general Gao Yanfu, the general of the sect, is that he never peeks at anything other than his responsibilities. After listening to Li Xian's orders, he immediately bowed to take the order as usual, and then quickly walked out of the imperial study room.

"I am just tired, and I will get better after two days of rest!" Just as I felt that I was unable to do anything, Li Xian numbed himself with words. Then he dragged his fat and heavy body and slowly moved towards the desk.

The memorials on the desk today were neatly divided into two stacks. The slightly higher stack on the left was the one on the site of more than ten people including Pushe Xiao Zhizhong, the counselor Li Jingbo, the supervisor Pei Han, and other censor Pei Han. They tried to count the crimes of extravagance and excessive monks and nuns, and persuaded Li Xian to hand over the assassination of the young supervisor Zhang Qian to the Yousi to investigate. Strike the arrogance of Buddhism, and from then on, strict regulations were formulated to limit the number, scale, and distribution of the temples.

Some officials even listed specific numbers. In Dunhuang, there were only 220,000 men and women in total, but there were more than 280 Buddhist temples. Half of the land in the local area was occupied by Buddhist temples, and all the people became tenants of monks. The temple never paid any taxes to the government. Instead, they used various reasons to let the people work for the temple for free, called Buddhist servants. Anyone who refused to obey, in the mild case instructed the rascals and rogues to drive them away from the local area, and in the severe case, the bones of their bodies remained.

There are also rascals who regard themselves as "walking" in the secular world, cheating, taking lawsuits, and doing all kinds of evil. The government sent officers to capture them, and these people hid in the Buddhist temple. Monks will naturally come out, and as Buddhism is a pure place, blocking all officers outside the door.

In addition, the shorter stack of memorials was written by the Minister of War Zong Chuke, Taifu Qing Ji Chune, Taichang Qing Zheng Yan and others. They were confronted with Xiao Zhizhong and others. They insisted that Buddhism has the merit of educating the people, and held large-scale ritual meetings every year to pray for blessings for the country, so they should not be easily moved. And they also determined that the assassination of Zhang Qian was just a personal grudge and had nothing to do with the Buddhist as a whole, and it did not mean that Buddhism did not respect the court.

Whenever there is such a dispute in the court, Emperor Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian never makes a decision on the spot. Even if he already agrees with the views of Xiao Zhizhong and others in his heart, he must wait for one to two days, and then at a certain court meeting, he will make a final decision.

This is the imperial technique that his mother, Empress Zetian, learned through words and deeds. There are two main benefits: First, avoid making wrong decisions under impulse, and then go back on her word. Second, it is to make the ministers feel the mystery of the emperor and dare not easily have the idea of ​​controlling the government.

"This country is mys after all!" Pushing all the two stacks of memorials aside, Li Xianbai boredly reached into the drawer under the desk. There were memorials that he had seen and felt that they were worth taking them out and reading them occasionally, or not rushing to deal with for a while, so whenever there was nothing important to do, he would find a few to read.

The first memorial he pulled out with no clue made his eyes bent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It was the memorial of Zhang Qian, the military weapon supervisor. Regardless of the writing method and font, it was very different from other memorials. "I was a man of a man who was a farmer in Weinan to make a living. Fortunately, I was promoted by the emperor..."

"You farm for a living, I have never seen a farmer who dares to sell a portion of medicine for 100,000 yuan!" Li Xian smiled and shook his head.

In addition to imitating the role model at the beginning, it is somewhat inappropriate. The merits listed in the memorial are real. According to what Li Xian knows, it is not the water stove, alcohol, windmill, water wheel, water gate, and the iron stove that ordinary people in Chang'an City can afford, no matter which item is beneficial to the country and the people.

The Fire Dragon Car recently displayed in public impressed Li Xian. Based on the gunpowder (alcohol) formula that Gao Yanfu got back later, Li Xian specially ordered people to use the Fire Dragon Car for experiments. Wherever it was sprayed, the flames soared into the air, the water would never be destroyed, and the earth would not be extinguished!

The secret is actually all about adding a fixed proportion of sulfur, flour and vegetable oil gunpowder (alcohol). The new formula gunpowder (alcohol) cannot be used as a drug to clean the wound. However, its power during burning has increased by more than double. It is no less than the fierce tincture oil produced by the countries in the Western Regions. For the Tang Dynasty, this thing is far easier to obtain than fierce tincture oil, and the price is absolutely affordable.

"But unexpectedly, the evil monks bully their ministers have a poor family background. They even came to the door to humiliate each other in front and assassinate them in the street..." This sentence is well written. I grabbed the memorial again, glanced a few more times, Li Xian nodded and made a decision in his heart.

Whether with public or private, he must come out for Zhang Qian in this tone.

This person was promoted by him, the emperor. Even if it was really related to the family extermination case in Baima Temple, it should be that the emperor ordered Dali Temple to find out the truth and be dealt with according to the law. What's the matter of a few monks assassinating the street without discrimination? Where is the face of the court, and where is the national law of the Tang Dynasty? What's more, the cause of this matter is whether the monks block the door and blackmail them?

"The Senior Supervisor" thought that Monk Hui'an had first tried to blackmail Zhang Qian, it was very likely that it was because of Princess Anle. The flames in Li Xian's heart began to roll, raised his head, and called out loudly to the door.

Gao Yanfu, the general of the sect, who usually appears when he shouts, did not respond at all this time. The door of the imperial study was gently pushed open by two eunuchs. His wife, Wei Wushuang, the queen of Shuntian Yisheng of the Tang Dynasty, walked in gracefully surrounded by seven or eight palace maids.

"Gao Yanfu was rushed to rest by me!" I picked up a bowl of soup from the lacquer plate held by the harem maid behind me. Queen Wei gently persuaded me like a wife from an ordinary citizen, "Your Majesty should not work so hard. Some things will be arranged for Xiao Pushe to make than to work hard. This chicken soup is cooked by me personally and cooked according to the taste you like before. The Yourr Majesty takes advantage of the heat and drinks some to replenish your body."

As he spoke, he took a spoon from the lacquer plate and fed the chicken soup in the bowl to her husband with his own hands.

"Wu Shuang, thank you for your hard work!" Li Xian's anger was quickly extinguished by his wife's tenderness. He smiled and thanked him obediently.

The soup was filled with deer antlers, Codonopsis and other ingredients, which was far from the umami flavor he once liked. However, he couldn't bear to refuse it because it was cooked by his wife himself. He drank it sipped and enjoyed it.

An ordinary wealthy family, not to mention being a prince, may not cook in person, a man from a founding county, no longer cooks himself! However, Wei, since the couple fell into trouble with Luling, he has been cooking for him, and has been persisting until he becomes the Queen of Shuntian Yisheng.

A warm feeling came from the lower abdomen to the chest. Li Xian's face quickly showed a happy and satisfied smile. Soon, he drank the soup clean.

He handed the bowl and spoon to the palace maid to take it away, and Empress Wei poured a cup of tea for Li Xian and himself. Then he sat opposite Li Xian on the brocade dock that he had originally asked the minister for the right time, and still accompanied her husband to deal with the "must-main thing".

The water stove began to make a pleasant "gurgle" sound again, and the temperature in the room suddenly became even hotter. It was so hot that it could hardly wear clothes. Li Xian, who had no "necessary" to deal with it tonight, suddenly felt a little irritable. He looked up at the opposite side and saw his wife getting rid of the sable fur. His body, which was no longer young, looked particularly round and moist under the candlelight.

"Everyone is waiting outside. When the emperor needs it, I will call you again!" The old couple had already become familiar with each other. Feeling that their husband's hot eyes, Empress Wei immediately shook her head and gave a soft order.

"Yes!" The palace maids agreed quietly and turned around and left. Soon, there were only two couples left in the study.

"Qilang, I have learned a new dance recently. Do you want to watch it?" He smiled playfully like the two of them were newlywed, and Empress Wei slowly stood up and relaxed her jade arms.

The candlelight swayed, and in an instant, the rain outside the curtain was sparse and the wind was blowing.

When the wind and rain stopped, the couple hugged each other in the bedroom connected to the study, and they seemed to feel a little unfulfilled.

"I'm not deliberately neglecting you!" Li Xian's guilty heart has become a habit. He half-closed his eyes and explained in a low voice, "I'm very upset recently. Sometimes I need to be quiet before I can figure out how to deal with the government."

"What I know is that I am not good, and I can't live without the emperor at all times!" Empress Wei used her jade-like white arms to support her body, then raised her other hand, and gently pulled out the white hair from Li Xian's head. "Especially when it was cloudy and rainy, I feel lonely. I always think of the moment when Guer was born, and almost every day was storm and rain!"

A boundless pain quickly swallowed Li Xian, causing his heart to twitch and feel even more guilty.

"Guoer" is the nickname of Princess Anle. On the winter when Guoer was born, he had just been exiled to Luling. The whole family may have been killed by an imperial edict from his mother. The officials in charge of monitoring the local officials who lived in the area were injured, but even half of the food and clothes were deducted. As a result, after Princess Anle was born, she had no clothes and could only pull off a large piece of silk cloth from his torn robe and wrap it up first...

"I am not good enough, and I mentioned these unhappy things again. I should beat them, and I should beat them!" He felt Li Xian's body trembling with keen sense that Wei raised his hand and gently patted his plump buttocks through the quilt.

"Wu Shuang, don't mess around!" Li Xian's pain was dispelled by his wife's naughty actions. He raised his eyes and shook his head gently, "If you raise it, just raise it, it's all over anyway. Mother, Mother Queen has passed away this year!"

"Yes, the Queen Mother passed away this year!" Empress Wei bit her teeth lightly and sighed. It was hard to tell whether it was for Wu Zetian's death or sadness.

"Oh" Li Xian sighed quietly when he heard this, closed his eyes, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

It is said that tigers do not eat their children. Wu Zetian, the mother, killed her own sons without any mercy. Not to mention those nominal sons, even the four of them were killed by her.

At the beginning, Li Xian was exiled to Luling, thinking that he would definitely die. Whenever a messenger came from Chang'an, he was frightened and sweaty. On several occasions, he even had the idea of ​​taking the initiative to seek death, hoping that after he died on his own initiative, his mother would let go of his wife and children.

Thanks to his wife Wei Wushuang's opinion at that time, she stopped him and advised him to let fate. Anyway, it was just a word of death in the end, and suicide and being killed were the same. She also borrowed usury to bribe the officials who were surveillance, so that they could say more good things in the memorial to Wu Zetian and not slander them.

"At that time, thanks to Master Huifan, he not only lent money to open the joints for our husband and wife, but also asked his fellow disciples in Chang'an to persuade his mother to put down the butcher knife to our family." Another voice from his wife came from his ears, sending scenes of that year back to Li Xian's mind.

"I have already named him Duke Shangyong County Duke, from the third-rank silver and green Guanglu Dafu. He built Shengshan Temple in Luoyang, spending 400,000 yuan to hang copper coins. The censor suggested to investigate the origin of the money, and I have kept the memorial." The gentleness and sadness in my heart were quickly replaced by vigilance. Li Xian turned over and sat up, leaned on the soft pillow on the head of the bed, and emphasized solemnly. "There are also his senior brothers, junior brothers, and uncles, a total of nine people. Regardless of whether he really asked my mother for love for me, I have all named Duke and gave them fifth-rank to third-rank dismissal!"

He asked himself that he was a person who knew how to be grateful. When the couple was in Luling, they were willing to borrow money from the Buddhist temple in order to manage the officials who supervised them. However, Monk Huifan took the risk of losing all his money and secretly lent him more than 30,000 yuan.

This money not only allowed him to successfully turn all the officials who monitored him into his own protectors, but also allowed the whole family to temporarily get rid of the worries of cold and hunger. Li Xian has always kept this favor in his heart. After he ascended the throne, he was not stingy at all. But favors belong to favors, state affairs return to national affairs...

"Master, I didn't say you're slow to be kind!" Empress Wei squeezed Li Xian under the quilt, pressing the richest part on the latter's fat body, leaving an irresistible tenderness.

The haze on Li Xian's face immediately dissipated. He smiled and patted his wife's shoulders, and responded softly, "I'm not blaming you. At that time, our husband and wife were in trouble. There were many people who caused trouble and fewer timely help. Therefore, it is also necessary that you never forget the righteous deeds of the monks."

"Thank you, Master Wei!" A low voice came from Queen Wei's nostrils. Then, she pressed her body tighter, and her hot breath made Li Xian's neck feel hot and her heart was itchy. "The reason I mentioned this is because I had secretly made a wish to the Buddha at that time. If the Buddha could bless the Master to overcome this difficulty and ascend to the throne again, I would be willing to practice and be a disciple of the Buddhist community forever."

"Wu Shuang, it's hard for you!" My heart was filled with tenderness again. Li Xian hugged his wife and whispered to thank him. "In those days, only you would rather live and die with me."

"I am the same now. I only wish to share life and death with Your Majesty for generations." Empress Wei hugged Li Xian's thick neck with her back hand, and her voice was gentle and decisive, "Qilang, everyone in the world can let you down, but I don't know. I am, I am..."

When she talked about the emotional part, she suddenly got speechless. Two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto Li Xian's shoulders.

Li Xian was "scalded" by tears, and suddenly felt a little panicked. He hurriedly hugged her to his chest with his hand, and gently stroked her spine, "If you don't say these, don't say these, they've all gone, they've all gone. You like to worship Buddha, and the Buddha who worships you is. I haven't stopped you? As for Huifan, is he short of money again..."

"No!" Wei wiped his face too much and shook his head gently, "His money is actually obtained from lending through White Horse Temple. The money we bribed officials was also borrowed by Huifan from White Horse Temple. The White Horse Temple in the world, led by Luoyang White Horse Temple, is actually all one family. Most of the property of Buddhism is handed over to the White Horse Sect. The big tree will inevitably have dead branches, and the White Horse Sect will handle tens of thousands of dollars every month, and some monks will inevitably touch the hearts of ordinary people."

"They shouldn't assassinate my officials!" Finally understood what his wife meant, Li Xian felt a cold heart in his heart. He gently held the other person's shoulder and his face became extremely solemn again, "Empress, this country belongs to me and you. I promised you that if I could ascend the throne again, everything would be shared with you. I have never regretted it. However, we have to leave this country to our descendants, not the group of monks outside, no matter how much kindness we owe them at the beginning."

"They shouldn't assassinate officials. But what if only some monks made a mistake? Master, we cannot let the entire Buddhist sect take responsibility. After all, Buddhism does protect our whole family!" Empress Wei raised her head, tears hang on her face, but her expression was equally solemn, "Although you don't believe this, but after I begged the Buddha, you immediately came to work. I am afraid that you did too ruthlessly this time, and the Buddha really suffered a disaster in the dark..."

"This..." Li Xian's scalp was faintly vague, and he did not dare to say that he did not believe in the existence of Buddha at all, nor did he want to succumb to unverified threats. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly passed through the gap between the curtains. Immediately afterwards, the sound of gongs and screams came into the window. "I'm leaving the water, I'm leaving the water, I'm putting out the fire, I'm putting out the fire..."

"Where is the water left? Such a big change?" The couple didn't bother to continue arguing, put on their clothes, and ran towards the window one after another.

Pulling open the thick curtains, my eyes through the light-colored thick glass embedded in the center of the window lattice, I saw a huge ball of flames rising into the sky southwest of the palace.

"Don't be surprised, the water flows from Shande Temple in Baima west of the city! It's far from the palace. On rainy days, the fire cannot spread!" Gao Yanfu's voice always came in time, quickly resolving the panic in Li Xian's heart.

"How did the fire burn like this heavy rain?" Empress Wei was suspicious, glared at her phoenix eyes and asked outside the door.

"I don't know. I'll arrange someone to investigate now. Please forgive me for being slow in action!" Gao Yanfu responded in a low voice, and then left in a hurry.

"Master?" Empress Wei was still in shock and turned her eyes to Li Xian, feeling pitiful.

"Oh" Li Xian held her hand, sighed and shook her head, and in an instant, it seemed that she had grown several years older.

He has really seen fire that is not afraid of rain, and it was not long ago.

Those added gunpowder (alcohol) sprayed on the brick and stone arrow tower can burn the target. What's more, most of the materials are wood Buddhist temples?!
Chapter completed!