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Of course Wang Jin and Wang Silang are excellent.

Born in the Wang family, his biological father is Prime Minister Wang. He has a handsome appearance, elegant temperament, intelligent talent and outstanding poetic talent. Moreover, he is humble and gentle, without a trace of arrogance.

In terms of age, Wang Jin is fifteen years old, one year younger than Princess Baohua, which is considered a good match.

The prince is also happy to see Wang Silang as his brother-in-law. I specially mention this today to remind Princess Baohua not to miss out on a good marriage. However, Princess Baohua was as unwilling to open her mouth as a clam shell, so he said no more.

Princess Baohua returned to her palace with deep thoughts.

Jiang Guanhua, Jiang Yuehua and Fan Jianing came forward with smiles. The three of them are the princess's companions, and they also live in Princess Baohua's palace on weekdays. Several girls of similar age and high status accompany each other day and night, and their friendship is naturally deep.

Fan Jianing noticed Princess Baohua's depression and said with concern: "The princess seems to be in a bad mood today."

Princess Baohua calmed down and said softly: "My father's dragon body is not getting better, so I am quite worried."

The daughter is worried about her father's illness. This reason is very reasonable.

Fan Jianing did not ask any more questions, and followed Princess Baohua's words to console him: "The Emperor is the True Dragon Emperor, and he has the protection of God. There are so many doctors with superb medical skills in the Imperial Hospital, and they will definitely be able to cure the Emperor's illness."

Jiang Guanhua and Jiang Yuehua also echoed.

In fact, the true dragon emperor is just a rhetoric. The emperor is also made of flesh and blood, and cannot escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

Princess Baohua let out a long sigh.

"By the way, does Princess Nanyang really want to donate new grain seeds to the court?" Fan Jianing asked curiously.

Princess Baohua hummed: "Prime Minister Wang has determined that Princess Nanyang is lying. How can there be food with an output of more than ten shi per mu in the world? Not only did he reject the memorial, but he also scolded Princess Nanyang."

"Since Princess Nanyang has submitted the memorial, it can be seen that new grains have been grown." Fan Jianing whispered: "Even if the yield is not more than ten dan, it must be higher than ordinary grain yields. No matter how you say it, it is a good thing. Prime Minister Wang Why should the memorial be dismissed and criticized? Doesn’t this make everyone in Nanyang County feel cold?”

Even the simple-minded Fan Jianing saw something was wrong.

Princess Baohua was silent for a moment and then said: "I don't know the specific details."

Fan Jianing was waiting to ask again, but Jiang Guanhua coughed and changed the subject with a smile: "I got a calligraphy treasure a few days ago. Sister Fan likes calligraphy the most, so why not go and take a look."

Jiang Yuehua deliberately smiled and said: "You can only let Sister Fan see it, but you won't let me go?"

They all grew up in the palace and were particularly close to Empress Dowager Zheng. They were unwilling to say anything about Empress Dowager Zheng.

Fan Jianing's attention was indeed diverted: "Let's go together."

Princess Baohua cheered up and went to appreciate the calligraphy together.

……

The prince entered the study. The four teenagers in the study immediately put down what they were doing and stood up to greet him.

"Your Highness, how is the Emperor's dragon body?"

"Is it getting better today?"

The few teenagers in front of him are all companions and friends who grew up with the prince. Now he goes to court with him, and he is also the person he is closest to and most trusted.

The prince did not hide anything and sighed: "My father's dragon body is still weak. There is no sign of improvement. I have to familiarize myself with the government as soon as possible and share my father's worries."

There are some things that cannot be said in front of Zheng Chen and Wang Jin. For example, his father told him to be filial but not to listen to the Queen Mother, and to be wary of Prime Minister Wang and to use him more seriously.

Wang Jin comforted the prince warmly.

Zheng Chen glanced at the young and handsome Crown Prince and felt confused. Emperor Taikang was even more wary of his relatives, the Zheng family, than Prime Minister Wang. In other words, Emperor Taikang's filial piety towards Empress Dowager Zheng was far less than his concern for imperial power.

After all, Prime Minister Wang was the Prime Minister of Liang Dynasty, and he was supposed to assist the prince in managing government affairs. A powerful minister is still a minister no matter what.

The Empress Dowager Zheng was the Empress Dowager of Liang Dynasty, and it was taboo to interfere in politics in the harem, which also involved a relative of the Zheng family. How could Emperor Taikang not be afraid?
However, no matter how fearful he was, Emperor Taikang only had less than half a year to live.

In two years' time, the young Crown Prince will also die suddenly.

The one who will sit on the throne will be the stupid and ignorant child, the second prince Jiang Hao who has been slow to react since birth.

By that time, Empress Dowager Zheng, who had the highest position and the longest seniority in the harem, had the right time, place and people. And the Zheng family will also be the biggest winner.

All he had to do was wait patiently.

"A memorial has been sent from the Zhaohe Palace." Li Boyuan opened his mouth to break the silence: "Does Your Highness want to approve the memorial now?"

The prince's eyes fell on the thick pile of memorials, and he suddenly felt a headache.

These are the most important ones selected from the mountain of memorials, accounting for about 20% of the daily memorials. Even if this is the case, it is enough to make the young Crown Prince extremely busy.

Daliang has a vast territory, with 300 counties and more than 1,000 counties in forty states. The situation varies from place to place and government affairs are complicated. Not to mention reviewing memorials, it is not easy to understand what is written in memorials.

"Bring it here!" His Royal Highness took a deep breath.

Li Boyuan responded, and relying on his height and strength, he reached out and hugged a pile of memorials and brought them to the desk.

His Royal Highness sat at the desk and read attentively. Several companion readers were with me. After the prince read the memorial, he handed it to Wang Jin who was standing aside.

Wang Jin read it carefully before giving it to Zheng Chen.

Zheng Chen sneered again in his heart.

In the past, the position closest to the prince belonged to him. At present, Emperor Taikang attaches great importance to Prime Minister Wang, and the prince obeys Prime Minister Wang's advice. Wang Jin also followed the rising tide.

As for Li Boyuan, he was unwilling and unable to understand the memorial, so he went to study ink in a hurry.

The youngest Prince of Gaoliang yawned repeatedly when he saw the memorial. With his eyes rolling around, he went to find a few plates of cakes, then made a pot of tea himself, and sent it to His Highness the Crown Prince diligently: "Cousin, are you hungry or thirsty? Eat some cakes, drink some tea, and have a rest. Read the memorial again.”

The prince couldn't help but laugh. As expected, he put down the memorial and ate, drank and rested for an hour.

At this moment, the young people in the study were talking and laughing in a harmonious atmosphere. Except for Zheng Chen, no one knew that in the next few years, they would become each other's enemies and rivals, fighting to the death.

Two hours later.

The prince opened a memorial, glanced at it, and suddenly frowned, his face not looking good.

Zheng Chen glanced over calmly.

The prince folded the memorial and said to his companions: "I'm going to the Showa Palace. You don't have to follow me. You can go out of the palace and rest for the night."

The four teenagers agreed together.

As soon as the accompanying readers left, the prince quickly stood up and went to the Showa Hall holding the memorial.

It was evening at this time, and Emperor Taikang was not very energetic and had fallen asleep since afternoon.

The prince had to wait patiently. Fortunately, Emperor Taikang woke up before long and asked, "What memorial are you holding in your hand?"

...(End of chapter)