Four Symbols City.

Sheriff's Mansion.

Luo Fengtang looked at the thin child in front of him.

This child has lost all his relatives.

His father died in the mine.

His grandfather was beaten to death by members of the Heiyangshu Coalfield Mine Protection Team.

His mother and other relatives have all died long ago.

Now he is alone.

There are too many children like this in this world.

Luo Fengtang couldn't save all such children.

But he saw it, and it would be impossible to turn a blind eye.

"Yu Xiaodong, do you want to stay in Sixiang, or follow me to the capital and follow my arrangements?"

Luo Fengtang asked.

He would not forcefully make a decision for Yu Xiaodong.

Everything depends on what Yu Xiaodong thinks.

"Follow you, I am willing to follow you."

Yu Xiaodong became emotional and wanted to kneel down again.

"No kneeling."

Luo Fengtang drank.

Yu Xiaodong was startled and immediately stood up straight.

"Go and have a good rest. I will ask someone to take you to a place later."

Luo Fengtang said.

He has already arranged a place for Yu Xiaodong.

That is Wutong Temple.

The monks in Wutong Temple have a strict daily routine and will arrange for Xiaodong to go there and adapt to collective life in advance.

Later, he would be brought back to the capital to study at Bailudong Academy, practice martial arts, and become a man of talent.

Yu Xiaodong is only twelve years old. As long as he studies hard, he will have great potential in the future.

Luo Fengtang did not make this decision casually. He saw that Yu Xiaodong had such a clear mind at such a young age. He was able to drag a cart along the street at such a young age, which showed that he was born with great strength.

Being able to seek justice for the death of my grandfather and father without fear of hardship also means filial piety.

Yu Xiaodong has so many good qualities and is worthy of cultivation.

…

Beijing.

Yangxin Hall of the Imperial Palace.

The green smoke from the incense burner curled up.

Qi Xingyun sat in front of the writing desk, holding a pen with his fingers, and quickly reviewed the memorial.

His brows were furrowed and he looked worried.

"Wang Yun, tell me, can we win this battle in Sixiang City?"

Qi Xingyun raised his head and glanced at Eunuch Wang Yun who was standing by.

"This old slave thinks that since His Majesty is blessed with great blessings, and the general is commanding him personally, this battle will be won." Wang Yun gently served Qi Xingyun with tea. He had always been the one to do this, and he was worried about what others might do next.

People can't handle it well.

"Haha, you old guy, just pick the best one."

Qi Xingyun laughed so much that tears almost came out of his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I never lie, I always tell the truth." Wang Yun smiled with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.

"That's true."

Qi Xingyun nodded.

He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, then stood up and prepared to move his body.

At this moment, an emergency call came from outside.

"Pass it in quickly."

Qi Xingyun said with a solemn expression.

"Your Majesty."

Entering through the small yellow door, both hands respectfully raised the memorial.

Qi Xingyun's eyes stayed on the memorial. On the surface, there was no change, but in his heart, he became nervous.

He raised his hand to take the memorial. After opening it, he quickly glanced at it, the corners of his mouth began to rise, and he soon burst into laughter.

"Wang Yun, you were right. In the battle of Sixiang City, Daqi won!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, you have won the victory and the Qi Dynasty will be invincible!"

King Gu Yun bent his waist and said a series of auspicious words from his mouth.

"Hurry up and draw up a decree. I will reward those ministers who have made meritorious deeds."

"Publish the news to the newspapers and let all the young and old men in the capital enjoy it."

Qi Xingyun thought for a moment and issued a series of decrees.

After many eunuchs took action, Qi Xingyun could not hide his excitement. He quickly walked to the desk, pulled out the good rice paper, and started drawing with a pen.

After a while, the picture of a young general wearing armor and sitting astride a horse appeared on the page.

…

Inside Wenyuan Pavilion.

Zhang Tingyu and Liu Yu were busy handling official duties.

All kinds of things in the cabinet have been piling up.

After the two cabinet elders were missing, the two of them seemed very busy just handling official duties.

Usually, busy is just busy.

But recently, they have been suffering a lot.

They are all thinking about the battle in Sixiang City.

The battle of Sixiang City is related to the national destiny of Daqi.

"Master Liu, there are constant natural disasters in Daqi, and the people are suffering."

Zhang Tingyu sighed when he saw a memorial about local disasters.

Liu Yu took it over and took a look at it and said: "It was another mudslide. A village was washed away and there were heavy casualties."

After reading too many of these letters, Liu Yu could no longer arouse too many emotions.

But I still felt vaguely uncomfortable.

"Let the local magistrate take good care of the injured."

Zhang Tingyu commented on the memorial.

Memorials like this are first approved by the cabinet, giving relevant opinions on how to deal with them, and then sent to the emperor for review.

If the emperor approves, he will write a word "approvable" on the memorial.

In this way, the emperor's workload was greatly reduced.

Otherwise, if the emperor interferes with everything, even if he does not sleep to deal with it, he will not be able to finish it, and he will only die from exhaustion in the end.

"Good news, good news!"

At this moment, suddenly a cry of surprise came from outside.

Hearing the cry, Zhang Tingyu and Liu Yu stood up at the same time.

They looked at where they came from with excitement.

Not long after, an official rushed in in a hurry.

"What good news?"

Zhang Tingyu and Liu Yu are still maintaining the dignity of the elders.
To be continued...