Li Chang then narrowed his eyes to look at Lu Wenfang and asked, "Are Fang'er jealous?"

Lu Wenfang smiled and said: "The princess and sister treat him well. He is jealous of everyone else in the mansion, but he is not jealous of his sister."

Li Chang then pulled up Lu Wenfang's legs, put them in his palms and rubbed them, and said to Guo Yun'er: "It would be great if the women in the backyard were like us. The princess has a good temper, but she should be taught the rules. Newcomers to the mansion should ask for advice.

There is no need for the princess to bother with these two beautiful ladies, just let them be as sensible as Fang'er."

Guo Yun'er smiled and replied in a neither soft nor hard tone: "How can he have the legs to be trained? Sister Lu has a good temper. As for the two new sisters, please ask the prince to give them a cold shoulder for a few months."

, he is naturally obedient, why do you need him to teach you?"

Li Chang choked and turned his head and glanced at Guo Yun'er in surprise.

Guo Yun'er still smiled softly, looked back at her husband, and said: "With him and Sister Lu, I am beautiful enough, but I am very dissatisfied. Look at my virtue!" After that, she stood up and pushed Li Hu off the chair.

After pulling it up, push it out of the door.

"Let me leave quickly. He likes Sister Lu more than me now. He likes me just looking at me!"

Li Chang let out a hey, shook his head and walked away with his legs on his back. As he walked, he thought about it, and he actually felt that Yun'er's words made sense.

In the room, Lu Wenfang looked at Guo Yun'er in surprise and admiration. The way she acted just now, neither wronging herself nor making the prince angry, was really amazing!

Guo Yun'er lifted up Dongba and said, "Men are all mean-spirited, but you can't just rely on them in everything."

Lu Wenfang said softly: "If my sister and the prince are husband and wife, then only my sister can say that. He wouldn't dare."

——

On the eighth day of July that year, the month of Song Qingyue's birthday, Li Zhao gave Song Qingyue a birthday gift: a line from Tianjin Port, passing through the capital, Baoding, Zhending, and then to Taiyuan, and then branched off, and a north line went to Datong.

A telegraph line from the south east to Binh Duong—civilian.

There are five parallel lines in Liyi, with 35 stations in between, with a total cost of nearly 130,000 taels of red silver.

Regarding whether it can produce qualified copper cores for wires, Taiyuan No. 1 Arsenal even contributed an article on high-purity copper smelting methods to a scientific magazine.

Song Qingyue held the map in her lap, feeling happy in her heart. She looked at Li Zhao very arrogantly and said, "If he makes money, doesn't it mean that I make money? Then why don't I ask him to send him to work?"

Li Zhao put his legs around her shoulders and shook his head with a smile: "That's different. What's his is not mine, and what's mine is not mine."

Song Qingyue snorted, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curling up. Li Zhao knew that the gift was in line with his darling's wishes.

After going to bed at night, Song Qingyue took a charcoal pen and notebook and whispered to Li Zhao, saying that she planned to select girls with good memories from the Zhaoyue Girls' School near each station to work as telegraph operators at the telegraph station.

"Brother Azhao, who are the people who need to send letters? How will the price be set at that time?"

Li Zhao leaned on the soft satin, played with Song Qingyue's black hair in his legs and said with a smile: "So happy? Are you calling me Brother Azhao?"

"Huh! I won't listen!"

"Listen, listen! I'll bark a few more times! He just listens to me yelling like that. Ever since he became the mother of a child, he rarely hears me yelling like that." Li Zhao recalled that Song Qingyue was a teenage girl in the past.

When I saw this, I couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.

Song Qingyue's ears turned slightly red, she buried her face in the pillow and said, "I'm pretending to be young now."

Li Zhao stretched out his legs to pull her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her pink cheek: "My husband's baby is very fresh and tender, why can't I scream?"

He kissed her, quietly removed the paper and nappies from her legs and threw them on the bedside, then turned over and pinned her down.

…

In fact, Song Qingyue didn't need to worry about the telegraph station's business at all.

At the beginning of August, the first batch of telegraph operators were on duty and the trial operation started. Mo Yun sent a telegram from the capital, saying that if she calculated a line, Zhaoyue Bank was willing to cover a line from Beijing to Tianjin at a price of 20,000 taels per year. The right to use the Hong Kong Line.

Because the business volume between Tianjin Port and Beijing is huge, a line to the east can save the bank at least 40,000 taels of communication expenses every year.

That telegram suddenly opened up Song Qingyue's thinking.

Then he sent a telegram back to Mo Yun, asking her to visit Shen Xin, the president of Yidong Royal Bank, on her behalf, and ask him if he wanted to charter a line from Beijing to Tianjin Port, and if the price was 40,000 taels per year. .

After coming out of the telegraph room in the palace, she turned around and went to the meeting hall in front of the palace.

Then the Taiyuan Palace is just a small Forbidden City.

Li Zhao would discuss matters there with the palace's ministers almost every day, and occasionally would call officials from Shanxi and Taiyuan to ask questions or to explain errands.

Li Zhao allowed Song Qingyue to go there at any time, but Song Qingyue rarely went there. Firstly, she had a lot of things to do, and there was also a meeting hall belonging to her in the backyard. Secondly, that was always the case. In this imperial society, no matter how many privileges Li Zhao gave her, it would always be based on his feelings for her, rather than on some inherent system.

And the most unreliable thing in this world is love.

Bu Nao's incident tomorrow is a bit special, and she also wants the closest officials around Li Zhao to hear what she wants to say.

Why did Song Qingyue go directly to the front courtyard meeting hall like that?

It happened that Mingyue Shanxi Chief Secretary and several officials from the Taiyuan government office were also there. They were all a little surprised when the guards standing at the door suddenly ran in and said that the empress was here.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the legendary and unparalleled princess walking in with neat strides and sitting on an embroidered mahogany stand next to Li Zhao's gold-lacquered chair with a carved boa head.

Wait, was that mahogany embroidered pier always placed over there?

Why haven't they noticed it before?

Is it possible that it was specially prepared for the princess?

Song Qingyue didn't show polite courtesy to the adults when he came. He went straight to the point and said: "I'm disturbing everyone's discussion. He will leave after he finishes speaking. Come over tomorrow and ask if you want to talk about the civil telegraph line."

Li Zhao put the booklet in Dong's lap and turned to look at Song Qingyue: "It's okay, Yue'er, I'll talk first."

"Your Majesty, you must quickly ask your Majesty to add a telegraph line in Dazhou. Private individuals are not allowed to set up telegraph lines without the permission of the imperial court. If necessary, you must apply for permission from the imperial court. Can the license be issued in the next month? They sell it for money! He didn't think of it before, but he suddenly thought of it tomorrow. If everyone sets up telegraph lines privately in the next month, it will be a mess."

When she said that, everyone was shocked.

Li Zhao's expression became even more serious.

"Yue'er is right, that matter is really urgent."

He thought for a while and then said: "After what Yue'er said, did the king think of some additional details that need to be added: prohibiting the establishment of private telegraph lines in military barracks and frontier fortresses. If there is a need to set up private telegraph lines,

It must be constructed and operated by a communications company licensed by the imperial court."

Song Qingyue added while thinking: "Private individuals and trading companies have the right to lease and use the lines, but not ownership of the lines. All lines must be owned by the imperial court."

"That's right. Things that are important to the communication network must not fall into one's lap." Li Zhao nodded.

Song Qingyue reminded again: "Your Majesty, I feel that it is very necessary for the imperial court to establish a communications department. And it is best for Your Majesty to go to the capital to discuss this matter with my father face to face. That thing in our legs

In the next few months, we will ask the Communications Department to buy 80% of Dongfang’s shares, and they will help run the business. When the time comes, the accounts will be divided between the two parties, so it won’t be a violation of the rules.”

After saying that, she glanced around at everyone present, making the group of elders a little nervous for no reason, and straightened their backs unconsciously.

She said: "Everyone here has put a lot of effort into building that line before, right? I am deeply grateful to you all. But I also hope that you all need to have a string in your mind and some rules, no matter what

Not the royal palace, not the important officials in the court, no one can destroy it."

After these words made the elders thirsty, the empress made it clear that she hoped they would stop being selfish after a few months.

Li Zhao looked at Song Qingyue and smiled, thinking that it was no wonder she suddenly came out of the blue. Was she the one who came to beat the people on the bottom of his legs?

She came to stand up for him and sang the red face for him. Li Zhao felt inexplicably like being protected by his own wife, which was a little sweet.

As the prince's confidant and advisor, Xing Shangqian now feels a bit like he's got a needle in his head.

It’s not that I’m not thoughtful, but that I’m too selfish.

He knew better than anyone the deep-seated considerations behind the construction of the civil telegraph network by the Jin Palace.

And the subtlety of that matter was that they all agreed that Bidong would not care about it, let alone be suspicious of the main hall Dong because of that matter.

But why did they acquiesce like that? Because of the father-son relationship between Dandongdong and Bidong?

"Your Majesty is far-sighted and considerate. I am really ashamed of myself." Xing Shangqian stood up and arched his legs towards Song Qingyue.
Chapter completed!