At the end of September, Murong Lin was ordered to come to the capital to meet the saint.

The head of the Murong family is almost forty, and his eldest son is just over ten years old. Now he is studying and managing the family business with his father. At a young age, he is already a bit calm and composed.

Jiurao summoned them at Yonghua Palace.

The emperor and the aristocratic family have never been a simple relationship between the monarch and the ministers. The interests involved, the confrontation of various forces, and the complexity that affects the whole body...

The status of merchants in this era was not that low, nor did they have people with strong sense of superiority to elevate literati and belittle merchants all day long.

But compared to civil officials and military generals, merchants are just common people, and their status is naturally not as high as that of military generals. However, in the eyes of many emperors, merchants who are rich and wealthy are far more difficult to control than military generals.

Especially for clans like the Mo family and the Murong family, their wealth is enough to support their status and influence in the world.

Fortunately, the Murong family was subdued by Zixi more than ten years ago, and even accepted the favor of the royal family. After being given the title of Emperor Shang, they were barely considered to be the emperor's direct minister, but most of the time they were not in court.

After half a day of discussion in Yonghua Palace, no one knew what Her Majesty the Queen had talked with the Murong family head. He came from all the way and only accompanied Her Majesty the Queen in the palace for a sumptuous lunch. In the evening, the Murong family head took his son and left the imperial capital.

The wind rises and the clouds move.

Hidden under the calm surface is the constant movements of various forces, and the world is already in a turbulent tide.

The good news from Daxia came one after another, and there was one letter almost every ten days and half a month, allowing Jiurao to always know the current situation in Daxia.

At the end of October, a good news came with a comprehensive explanation of the young general Luan Fei's surface on the battlefield, how many small achievements are, how many great achievements are, how many surfaces are on the battlefield, whether to obey the orders...

Chu Ning wrote a detailed letter to the person who ordered him to send it back.

Jiurao saw this memorial at night. After processing the memorial, she leaned on the couch a little tiredly, and Bai Qingli gently rubbed her sideburns.

"There are too many things happening in the past two days, you should pay attention to rest." Bai Qingli said, "Since Wen Zheng has the ability, he can share more government affairs."

Jiurao didn't say anything, finished reading the report and put it aside: "Luan Fei's performance on the battlefield was beyond my expectations."

Bai Qingli smiled faintly: "Can Pojunxing still have fake ones?"

"I'm not talking about his combat capabilities." Jiu Rao said, "The closer we get to Daxia Imperial City, the closer we are to Feng Kingdom... Although it is unlikely to spend more than ten days running thousands of miles to take revenge, he can control his emotions, not messing around on the battlefield, and has also delivered such a beautiful record. I really look at him with a little admiration."

"Hate can make people grow overnight." Bai Qingli said in a low tone, "It's not that he is not impulsive, nor does he want to take revenge. It's just that he has strong rationality and self-control, which is strong enough to suppress his hatred."

Jiu Rao raised her eyes, and a strange light appeared in her eyes: "Bai Qingli, the nine clans of the Luan family were killed. Is it the result of your manipulation?"

Bai Qingli laughed: "Xiao Raoer, you seem to have asked this question before."
Chapter completed!