my grandmother

Chapter 200
Around evening, Gu Yan received the second letter from Mrs. Wei Si.

After reading the letter, the crown prince looked at Gu Yan and said with a smile: "No wonder your mother ran to my mother and cried bitterly after you retired.

"Look at this adaptability. She doesn't know anything about the case, and she just pointed out that the Chen family knows that the crime is unforgivable, but deceives the child, and sympathizes with death. Look at her words, it can be done to your own flesh and blood. Being so despicable and vicious, the implication is very meaningful."

The prince clicked his tongue.

"It's a pity, you really don't think about it anymore?"

There was no room for Gu Yan to shake his head.

"In the future, no matter who you marry, I think the best thing is to be no worse than her. If you want to be better than her~" the prince trailed off, and heyed, "It's unlikely, you have to think about it."

"She's already thought about it, it's over.

"The documents presented should have already been handed over to the capital. The case of the Chen family and his son will be made public the day after tomorrow at the latest. Mrs. Shi's condolences, this condolence is very beneficial to the hearts of the people, don't you..."

"She is looking at your face, and she wants to thank you." The prince interrupted Gu Yan very rudely.

Gu Yan was blocked by the prince and swallowed his breath.

All right, he will write down this favor first, and thank you later.

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Gu Yan's urgent delivery report on the case of the Chen family's father and son from the customs department was clearly delivered, and when it was delivered to the emperor, it was also delivered to several ministers at the same time.

On the day the servant came in, he hurriedly handed over the brochure, and Gu Yan put it on the top. The emperor saw the word Gu Yan at a glance, and waved to Prince Rui who had already left, "Wait a minute."

Prince Rui stopped, followed the emperor's instructions, and sat back on the brocade stool.

"Your brother Yan's booklet." After reading the open booklet, the emperor handed it to Prince Rui. He looked at six or seven identical brass cylinders. These are the secret books just delivered. The emperor took the cylinders, Take them apart one by one.The third one is Gu Yan's secret book.

The emperor read it carefully, then handed the secret booklet to Prince Rui, watched him read ten lines at a glance, and said with a smile: "These two children finally know the word safe. We don't need to worry about these cases, let them bother.

"The tax rate on silk and how to tax the scattered private looms are two major issues. You should keep an eye on them yourself."

"Yes." Prince Rui smiled and bowed in response.

"This morning, I received a letter from the crown prince, saying that Brother Yan has made up his mind about this marriage with the Shi family. How is Shi Mingzhao now?" The emperor asked slowly.

"Still holding on to hope." Prince Rui smiled wryly.

The emperor sighed slowly, and said in silence for a moment: "The matter of taxation on private looms should still be led by Shi Mingzhao, and the matter of adjusting the silk tax rate of the Sea Taxation Department should not be let him know.

"Also, the eldest daughter of his family is going to leave and come back. The letter should arrive in a few days. You choose a proper person and watch him, so that nothing happens."

"Yes. Sigh, it's all brother Yan's willfulness." Prince Rui had a guilty expression on his face.

"Compared to him being able to calm down and know the difficulties of doing things, this is a trivial matter. Think about it." The emperor smiled.

"Yes." Seeing that the emperor looked tired, Prince Rui hurriedly stood up and retreated.

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Outside the Miyagi, left Prime Minister Pang Xiang was in the three huts.

Pang Xiang carefully read Gu Yan's written statement, frowned and looked at Mr. Gong who was sitting opposite him, "What do you think?"

"My son's attack is like this, I'm afraid he will advance slowly." Mr. Gong frowned.

"I don't think so." Pang Xiang tapped his fingers on the table, "The temperament of the son of the world, we have seen it since childhood, and he is not a person who can advance slowly."

After a pause, Pang Xiang laughed and said, "When the son reaches the age of 50 or [-], he will probably understand the principle of advancing slowly, but right now, he doesn't have the patience."

Mr. Gong frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then hummed.

During the Spring Festival, when he met the Shi Ziye two or three times, he always felt that the Shi Ziye's temperament had changed drastically, and he was so calm that he almost thought it was Prince Rui.

But in the past two years, the elder son has been in Jiangnan, and the letters handed over from Jiangnan are almost useless. He knows almost nothing about the elder son in the past two years.

"You, the advantage is that you are thoughtful, and the disadvantage is the same. You are too careful." Pang Xiang looked at Mr. Gong with a smile and said, "Unless a person's nature undergoes a great change between life and death, he will suddenly become a Buddha immediately after a good time. If there are two different people, how is that possible!"

"I was too careful." Mr. Gong smiled in relief when he heard what Pang Xiang said.

These words are very true, the son of the world must slowly move forward from being frivolous and impetuous, eager for quick success to down-to-earth, either, he will experience a life-and-death change of family raids, or he will slowly polish it step by step until he is 50 or [-] years old.

He does often think too much about everything.

"Master, I will start with porters at the pier. This matter makes me a little uneasy." Mr. Gong said with a smile.

"I'm also worried, and now I can't take it lightly. Jiangnan hides dragons and crouching tigers, and it's an auspicious place for Prince Rui's residence. In case he finds a great talent in Jiangnan who knows the details, he can be appointed."

Pang Xiang narrowed his eyes.

"In the matter of the Sea Taxation Department, great talent comes second, the most important thing is to be patient, and to be able to weigh and make concessions.

"My son is too eager. He always thinks that with the sword in his hand, everything is invincible. He is also too black and white. The disadvantages of the customs department must be extremely difficult in his hands." Mr. Gong laughed.

"That's true." Pang Xiang laughed.

"My husband is right, no matter what, you can't relax. I'll write a few more letters to Jiangnan to let them keep an eye on it. Our side should also be ready at any time." Mr. Gong continued.

"En." Pang Xiang nodded.

"Eldest Young Master, you need to step up your push. If the army gets the upper hand and gets the order to send troops first, then it will be twice the result with half the effort." Mr. Gong continued.

"That's true." Pang Xiang frowned and nodded.

Eldest brother has to hurry up, Jiang Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites will be [-] next year, if it goes well, next year will be the time when eldest brother is famous, and he only needs to push to succeed Jiang Shangshu.

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In Wang Xiang's room opposite Pang Xiang's three huts, Wang Xiang had just finished reading Gu Yan's booklet.

"What a fool!" Wang Xiang slapped the notebook, "How can the major issue of the Sea Taxation Department be on these small cases of human life!"

"Perhaps we want to start with the homicide case." Mr. Zong, the staff member opposite, said.

"My son's temperament, can he be so scheming and long-term?" Wang Xiang said angrily.

"There are capable people around you, Mr. Zong." Mr. Zong said with a smile.

Wang Xiang gave a hum, put his hands behind his back, walked back and forth a few times, stopped, and ordered: "Think of a way to make the weaving workshops in the south of the Yangtze River make a fuss, if he doesn't see where the joints are, the trouble is to give him a piece of cake." Wake up. If he sees it, hum!"

Wang Xiang snorted coldly.

"He has been in Jiangnan for nearly two years, and the progress is too slow. Let Zhifang make a fuss and urge him!"

"Okay." Mr. Zong agreed hastily.

(End of this chapter)