The remaining daily political affairs are basically handled by the Shangshutai.

Zhuge Liang coughed again and looked at Li Yi:

"How is Governor Li's health these days? Is he okay?"

The Governor Li mentioned by the Prime Minister was naturally Li Hui, who had been recuperating in Nanxiang.

When Li Yi heard this, he quickly replied:

"Thanks to your concern, Your Excellency, I also contracted wind and cold after the winter, but I have recovered now. I am just a little afraid of the cold."

When the prime minister heard this, he couldn't help but sigh:

"The Southern Expedition happened just yesterday. I didn't expect De'ang to be so sick and weak."

When people get old, they just like to miss the past.

Then I remembered that Zilong had been critically ill several times. If it weren't for Nanxiang Medical College, he might have died long ago.

Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I wonder if I can still hope to stay in the old capital during my lifetime?

"Prime Minister?"

Li Yi saw something seemed a little off about the Prime Minister's face, so he couldn't help but shout tentatively.

Zhuge Liang forced a smile, wiped the moist corners of his eyes, and waved:

"Please come closer."

Li Yi stepped forward quickly.

"I've been feeling more and more dizzy lately and always forget something, so I have to make some preparations in advance."

"As soon as spring starts in February next year, I plan to send you to Liangzhou. The sooner the better. You must remember to remind me then."

Li Yi quickly agreed.

After Zhuge Liang finished giving instructions, he waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine.

Li Yi bowed quietly and then withdrew.

After he left the Prime Minister's Mansion, he heard someone shouting on the street:

"It's raining hail!"

Pedestrians on the street immediately became restless.

Li Yi was startled and looked up, only to see that the sky had become gloomy at some point.

A chirping sound could be heard on the roof of the house.

Rain and hail smaller than soybeans dispersed...

Hail in Hanzhong is extremely rare.

Many pedestrians stretched their necks and raised their heads to watch, and some even reached out to pick it up.

The rain and hail didn't last long, it just stopped making noise after a while, as if it was just telling the people that winter had arrived.

But after Li Yigang finished talking to the prime minister about his brother, he seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously looked to the northwest.

The winters of the past two years were actually quite normal, and the year before last was even warmer than previous years.

It seems that it will be much colder this year.

I hope there won’t be another white disaster in Liangzhou.

Because on the way to Liangzhou, the ice and snow usually melt in February, making it easier for pedestrians to walk at that time.

But caravans usually only set out in March, because the roads are easy to travel at that time.

The Prime Minister plans to send himself to Liangzhou as soon as spring starts in February, so he seems to be in a hurry.

Nothing that can make the Prime Minister anxious to do is a trivial matter.

And a white disaster that caught Liangzhou off guard would most likely affect the prime minister's plan.

Compared to Li Yi's worries, Governor Feng had a rare moment of leisure.

In the northwest, if conditions permit, cat winter is a comfortable thing.

It just so happened that Governor Feng's house had this condition.

Lift the pot, add the base ingredients, and turn on the heat.

On the table were mutton, venison, pork, dog, chicken, and duck...

The thin ones are cut just a little bit thinner than paper.

Han Long's meat-cutting skills are getting better and better.

For thicker meat, like the big chicken legs, you can actually see the light yellow fat under the chicken skin.

With the door wide open and the snowy scenery outside, eating hot pot is truly a beautiful thing in the world.

The Feng family and Zhao Guang were close friends. They had nothing to do in the winter, so whenever Zhao Guang had time, he would bring Huang Wudie over and have a good time.

Shuangshuang and Ah Chong are at an active age, and they like this kind of excitement the most.

Running around the table, chasing each other and laughing.

Ah Shun, who was placed in the car next to him, joined in the fun, dancing and giggling, as if to cheer up his sister and brother.

The crystal saliva kept dripping out...

Huang Wudie sat there with a big belly, calling Zhao Guang from time to time, and then looked at Guan Ji provocatively.

Zhao Guang was as happy as a pug. He never closed his mouth and only stuck out his tongue. He surrounded Huang Wudie and kept asking questions.

General Guan Da had a graceful demeanor and seemed to turn a blind eye to Huang Wudie's provocation. She wiped Ah Shun's saliva without a hint of fireworks, and then took a long look at Huang Wudie.

Zhang Xiaosi was not qualified to compete with the two big guys. She lowered her head and concentrated on mixing the dipping sauce, as if she could not see anything.

On the other hand, the two concubines of the Feng Mansion were nowhere to be seen.

Governor Feng, who was about to sit on the main seat, felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask:

"Where's Amei?"

Logically speaking, for this kind of family banquet, Li Mu would not say anything, but Amei would basically pick out the hot pot ingredients for herself.

"Didn't you send someone to rush you? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

Guan Ji also felt a little strange and looked at Zhang Xiaosi who had been silent.

Zhang Xiaosi's eyes wandered, he glanced at Huang Wudie's big belly, and replied:

“I’ve urged it several times, but I said I don’t want to eat it.”

"Both of you don't want to eat?"

Feng Jishi picked up a piece of venison and put it in the hot pot, motioned for everyone to start, and asked a question at the same time.

"Yes, they all say they can't eat."

This is strange.

Governor Feng frowned and looked at Guan Ji.

Guan Ji shook her head slightly and said she didn't know. She looked at Zhang Xingyi again:

"There's nothing going on at home lately, right?"

Zhang Xingyi's little mouth was moving rapidly, and the meat in her mouth was so hot that she couldn't help but exhale:

"Ah Chong was lazy last morning and didn't get up to practice martial arts. Does that count?"

Ah Chong was so frightened that his face turned pale.

That means it's okay...

Governor Feng was even more confused. His backyard was always peaceful, so what happened to the two concubines?

After eating hot pot, Feng Jishi couldn't restrain his doubts and went to Amei's courtyard.

"Why don't you go to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

As soon as Governor Feng entered the room, he asked.

As soon as Amei saw Governor Feng coming in, she quickly came over to help take off his cloak.

While explaining in a soft voice:

"I have been feeling unable to eat for the past two days, and I just want to go hungry today..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly smelled the smell of hot pot on Governor Feng's body. Her expression changed, she covered her mouth and made a "vomit" sound!

"Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you let the medical staff come and take a look?"

Governor Feng quickly supported her and asked.

Amei had no time to answer, so she pushed Governor Feng away and vomited repeatedly.
To be continued...