Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 183
"For these hundreds of thousands of stone grains, 200,000 stones were intercepted."

Zhu Yixi looked out the window, the branches and leaves were damp and decayed, the sound of insects gradually rose, and then said in a deep voice.

"Are you going to fight again?"

Zhao Shu's smile froze immediately, with a kind of doubt about life.

The war in Sichuan has just ended, where else is there to fight?
"My lord, in the battle of Sichuan, the chief of staff directly handed over the hundred-jin account book to me. These days and nights, the calculations have been made, and the calculations have been broken."

"Do you know how much land you want? Eight thousand hectares, eight thousand hectares!!"

Zhao Shu gritted his teeth and said, "If it were replaced by military settlements, it would cost millions of stones of grain a year."

"Five 60,000 people, eight thousand hectares is not much."

Seeing that he was so nervous, Zhu Yixi was amused: "The huge Huguang is sparsely populated, and the land is the least valuable."

"Do the math, if it is distributed in silver, it will be a million taels."

"You are even more reluctant."

Hearing this, Zhao Shu moved his steps and approached the window, as if he was breathing fresh air and cleaning his brain.

After taking a long sigh, he said, "Your Highness, you are really too thick for your pawns."

"In the long run, what should we do?"

"Think about it."

Zhu Yixi felt that Zhao Shu's idea was not advisable. From the perspective of business, he was making money.

With a smile, he said the tea shop and the salt shop:

"These two items can earn millions of taels every year, and the land tax of Sichuan province also belongs to us. Don't worry about raising soldiers."

Only then did Zhao Shu heave a sigh of relief: "Since Your Highness has already planned, I can rest assured."

At this time, he remembered, and hurriedly asked: "Who will His Highness attack?"

"Zuo Liangyu—"

Zhu Yixi smiled and uttered three words lightly.

Zhao Shu was surprised.

To be honest, Zhu Yixi was really not interested in such rotten sores as Zuo Liangyu.

But who let the Nanjing court know what is good or bad, thinking that they have a status, and want to coerce themselves, isn't this just a daydream?

Therefore, knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger is the best way.

In addition, for Zuo Liangyu's makeshift sailor, it can be regarded as beating a rabbit!

After working for half a day, Zhu Yixi finally settled the accumulated government affairs and returned home.

However, the atmosphere in the Hanyang Palace is rather dignified.

Sun Xueniang was sitting in charge, but her fair cheeks were serious, she was wearing a light green dress, with light makeup, and she maintained a faint smile.

The damselfly was wearing a milky white dress, her small face was like a balloon, puffy, and Hou stood beside her, with her small breasts protruding and her hips akimbo, she was quite proud of being favored.

Like a little milky white tiger, grinning with canine teeth, ready to go.

"What?" Zhu Yixi asked strangely when she saw this situation when she came back.

"His Royal Highness went to Sichuan, and it was enough to bring back a woman. Who knows, it turned out to be the concubine of the King of Shu."

Xueniang sat upright, looking at this tired husband with her beautiful eyes, she wanted to serve her, but she still hardened her heart, straightened her pretty face, and said:

"Nowadays, it has been spread in Xiangyang City that you have accepted the concubine of the King of Shu, what kind of dignity is this, how can there be dignity!!"

"Not a concubine's room."

When Zhu Yixi heard the words, he felt wronged, jumped up, and immediately explained: "I haven't passed the door yet, I just paid the gift money, and it's all rumors."

"Besides, although I am lecherous, I am also a decent person. I have never met him along the way. He is still a perfect person."

"It's so nonsense, if it's the wife and concubine of the King of Shu, how dare I insult her easily?"

Hearing this, Xueniang breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, we must not lose the dignity of our Wang family!"

"Of course Gu knows."

Zhu Yixi breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "In the future, Madam, don't listen to and believe in the rumors spread by the people, especially the oral transmission of some idler."

As he spoke, he glanced vaguely at someone with his arms akimbo.

Tender, small, thin.

Milky white pure loli.

When Sun Damianang heard this, she was startled, hurriedly lowered her head, buried her head in the difficulty of holding her hand, and pretended not to hear.

The husband and wife talked about some interesting things again.

After King Hanyang left, the damselflies widened their eyes, and said dissatisfiedly, "Sister, am I just an idler?"

"You're nothing but an idler!" Xueniang smiled softly, held her little hand, and said:
"The damselflies are getting older, it's time to talk about marriage, do you have a favorite husband?"

"No, I won't marry!" The damselfly shook her head when she heard this.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of the garden in the wedding banquet, she raised a slight glance, and her cheeks blushed instantly.

The little short legs jumped, like a frightened rabbit, and ran away.

"Sister, I still have something to do!"

Xueniang was startled, and then she realized that she couldn't help laughing: "When will the damselflies grow up!"

……

A courtyard in Xiangyang City.

The flowers and plants are neat and tidy, and there are maids changing flower pots from time to time, with a graceful figure.

Zuo Menggeng looked and leaned against the window, all kinds of Confucian classics were on the left, and the freshly served food was on the right, full of aroma.

But he wasn't interested at all.

Trapped in this courtyard, for three or four months, even though the books were rummaged through, I still couldn't get out.

"I'm sick!"

Zuo Menggeng touched his thigh, after many days of rest, it was already full of fat, why would he ride a horse?
"Damn, damn—"

Thinking of the depressing months, little wine and meat, no women, riding a horse to hunt is even more delusional.

"Zuo Menggeng—"

"Grandpa is here!!"

Zuo Menggeng said irritably without raising his head.

The guard was stunned, and then kicked: "You don't know what's good or bad, kid."

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Zuo Menggeng was stunned by the kick, and quickly apologized, laughing in a low voice: "General, why do you call me?"

"I have good news for you. In a few days, you can go home."

The guard waved his hand, and then a person came out: "You guys talk about it yourself!"

The visitor was dressed in a toga, with a round face, squinted eyes, and thin lips, making him look a bit mean.

"Mr. Huang!"

Zuo Menggeng was startled, rubbed his eyes, and cried out in a crying voice.

The person who came was none other than his father's close friend, Huang Shu, the supervisor of the army and the censor.

Huang Shu was an official promoted by the Kaifeng government before, and he was the main party involved in the flooding of Kaifeng in the late Ming Dynasty.

Seeing his emotions, Huang Shu couldn't help sighing, "It's good that the young master is fine. Lord Hou has been worrying about you these days."

"The King of Hanyang has never been allowed to visit, how can you come now?"

Zuo Menggeng said in a deep voice, his eyes full of doubts.

"The imperial court originally wanted to marry him, King Gong or King Yi, but the King of Hanyang refused and asked for the title of King Yu. Nanjing is still hesitating."

"Perhaps it was to show favor to the imperial court, so I let you go and let you go back after a while. I have already let go of the visit."

Huang Shu explained softly, and he took a closer look at Zuo Menggeng before saying:

"Alas! Now that the King of Hanyang is sitting in Huguang and Sichuan, and is very powerful, your father has no choice but to bury his head and be a small boy, obeying the orders of the Donglin party members."

Hearing this, Zuo Menggeng went mad with jealousy.

King Yu, the land of two provinces.

Why?
Zhu Yixi is several years younger than herself, that's what she achieved.

(End of this chapter)