When Fusheng returned to the Duke's Mansion, Qi Wei had already gone to the study.

He asked the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, and after eating it, he picked up his pen and started writing memorials.

The internal army cannot be set up, at least for now, absolutely not.

The first thing is money. Build an eunuch army of 10,000 people. Where does the money come from?

Qi Wei understood the style of the Empress Dowager's work. She would never take out the money by herself, and she would eventually have to go to the Ministry of War.

Where does the Ministry of War come from? Of course, it was approved by the Ministry of Revenue.

Now the war is in chaos and the people are living in poverty. Let alone taxes, looking around, there are ten fields and nine wastelands. Even if the Ministry of Revenue has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to start.

After that, people are.

If the Empress Dowager wants to have a 10,000 internal army, he will have to collect at least 9,000 people.

Of course, those who can enter the army will not be the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, but young and strong.

However, these young and middle-aged men who could have gone to the fields to plow the fields and kill the enemies on the field had to cut off their descendants and become eunuchs.

Whether in the previous dynasty or the current dynasty, the eunuchs were selected from the young. One reason was that children were easy to train, and the other was that developing children were easier to recover than adults.

Even if the conditions are relaxed, how many people of this age can recover after being stabbed after being stabbed?

Looking at the eunuchs in the palace, how many of them are as strong as a cow?

Even the Feiyuwei, who is possessed by martial arts, is much thinner than ordinary men.

If we look at it from the population perspective, it will be even more terrible.

For the entire empire, this internal army not only lost its fertility by nine thousand or even ten thousand men in their prime, but in the next ten years, the empire will lose 10,000 or even more of its population.

The battle between the court and King Yu would cause disasters regardless of the outcome. At this time, the court and King Yu were both conquering the people, and a large number of young and strong people died in the battlefield, leaving only the elderly, weak, women and children. After the battle, the population of the empire would be greatly reduced. At that time, the old and the young and the young and the young would be gone, but the young and strong labor would be gone. Who would farm, who would produce, and who would defend the country?

This is a fault for a whole generation and a helpless situation in the war era.

However, at this moment, with a large army outside the city and a Yulin army inside the city, the Empress Dowager actually agreed to form a 10,000-person army, which undoubtedly added to the injustice.

Qi Weiyang wrote several pages, and the pain in his stomach not only did not relieve it, but instead intensified.

The bowl of noodles I ate tonight was as if it was not melted, making him even more uncomfortable.

"Come." Qi Wei had to put down the pen in his hand and stood up.

Qi Wei never liked that someone was serving Bimo by the side, and the two servants were waiting outside the study.

As soon as Fusheng walked to the door of the study, he heard the sound inside. He quickly pushed the door and went in. The dizzy candlelight covered Qi Wei's pale face, but Fusheng still saw that the Duke of China was uncomfortable at first sight.

"Mr., I will help you lie down first."

There is a small couch in the study room. Qi Wei has no wives and concubines. Sometimes he sleeps here if he stays too late in the study room. Therefore, except for the slightly narrow bed, the bedding in the study room is complete.

Qi Wei half leaned on the bed, and the servant brought warm water. Qi Wei took a sip and vomited, and vomited out the bowl of noodles he ate tonight.

Fusheng ordered the servant to invite the imperial physician, and waved his hand: "No, no, no, I need to invite the imperial physician, I will just lie down for a while."

Fusheng guessed that Qi Wei didn't want people to know that he was unwell, just like he was poisoned last time. He thought for a while and said, "I often treat my grandmother. There is an old doctor named Han who is very reliable. Why don't you ask him to come and see you?"

"No need, I'm an old problem, there's no big deal." Qi Wei still refused.

The servant cleared the filth and placed a small incense burner. The smoke curled up, and the faint fragrance diluted the smell of vomiting.

But Fusheng frowned slightly and asked the servant: "Where did this spice come from?"

The servant said, "This was sent by Manager Sun from the front yard earlier. I have been left for some days and have not been used."

Fusheng's brows were locked tighter and he said to the servant: "Please take it down, and do not use anything that has not been tested in the future."

The servant was so scared that his face looked like a dirt, and he quickly pulled the incense burner down.

Seeing the servant go out, Qi Fu smiled bitterly: "Fusheng, you are too careful."

Fusheng didn't say much, so he went outside to call a guard and asked him to invite Dr. Han now.

After the arrangement was made, Fusheng returned to the study and said in a deep voice: "Duke, I saw someone from Prince Fu."

"Who?" Qi condolled.

"Second Lady." Fusheng said.

Qi Wei was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Is she back? Is it the only one who is the other?"

Fusheng shook his head: "When I went there, I was worried that someone would be seen, so I walked on the path behind Xiaojue Temple. I had only walked once before and was not very familiar with that path. There was a fork there. I took the wrong path at first and turned to that fork. At the end of the fork, there was a chandelier called Jueming Temple."

When Fusheng saw Jueming Temple, he realized that he had gone wrong. Just as he was about to turn back, he saw the gate of the temple open and walked out of three people.

Walking in front were two nuns, holding a lantern in each hand. In the half-light and half-dark light, Fusheng saw another person.

"Although I saw her when I was a child, the first time I saw that man, I felt like the second wife. When they saw me, the two nuns asked me who I was. I said I had taken the wrong path and did not disturb me on purpose. Seeing me apologizing again and again, the two nuns stopped talking, saying that this was a place for female family members to practice, so I asked me to leave quickly.

If I just thought that the man looked like the second lady at the beginning, when I was talking to the nun, I looked at the man a few more times, and the more I looked like the second lady. Later, I went to Xiaojue Temple and met the old lady Bao from the Fu Palace at the door. I deliberately said that I had just taken the wrong path and went to Jueming Temple. Eunuch Bao said that I should not walk that path again in the future, as it would be easy to get lost at night. Although he spoke calmly, when I saw me telling Jueming Temple, his eyes flashed with surprise.

So, Duke, I must have read it right, that person is the second wife."

King Fu was devoted to the Buddha, and Xiaojue Temple was built by the Fu Palace. Although it received incense from all directions, because the place was remote, there were actually no people who burned incense, and it was mainly supported by the Fu Palace.

The eunuch Bao mentioned by Fusheng was originally the eunuch in charge of King Fu. Later, when he got older, he asked to go to Xiaojue Temple to become a monk, with the Dharma name Baodu.

Qi Wei remembered the fact that King Fu asked him to meet at Xiaojue Temple, and forced himself to sit up and said to Fusheng: "Prepare horses, I'll go to Xiaojue Temple."

Fusheng was startled and said quickly: "Mr. Guogong, you are not in good health, so don't go. Besides, even if you go, I'm afraid you won't see the second wife."

If the second lady wanted to see Qi Wei, Eunuch Bao would not have told Fusheng not to take that path.

Qi Wei sighed: "I don't want to see her."

Fusheng felt sad. He knew who the prince really wanted to see.

It was Qi Ying, Duke Dingfused his son who had never met before.
Chapter completed!