Author: sole red

In 1776, the steam engine designed by Watt began to be commercialized. Since then, Watt has continued to improve the steam engine he designed.

In 1844, Baltimore-Washington used the most primitive telegraph machine to send the famous message "What God Created."

Products that were nearly seventy years apart are miraculously appearing in the same era.

Anyone who has used the telegraph service is crazy about it.

A businessman doing business abroad, a wanderer studying abroad, a wife at home looking forward to her husband's early return, or parents looking forward to their children, who can resist the temptation of a letter arriving on the same day?

Since the first two months were free, the telegraph stations were absolutely busy.

After Song Qingyue and his entourage arrived at the Qiandi in the capital, her desk in Wufangzhai was filled with letters from various stationmasters requesting for more manpower.

Song Qingyue put these letters aside and ordered someone to send a telegram to the webmasters of each site, asking them to make statistics on the places where letters were exchanged.

These statistics will be used to optimize the Telegram network in the future.

The maid named Qingluo who was originally responsible for sending and receiving telegrams with the Imperial Palace in Taiyuan was now chosen by Song Qingyue to be in charge of this line.

The emperor waved his hand, took off the glass glasses on his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked a little tired.

Li Zhao laughed loudly and pinched Song Qingyue's face: "I went into the palace yesterday and saw that my father's hair was all gray. Maybe he was too tired and wanted to find someone to share the burden."

Song Qingyue was stunned as she bit the Yangzhou Sanding Bao.

In his mind, Xiao Jiujiu, the emperor has a clear family.

However, Li Kun has been clinging to Song Qingyue and is unwilling to leave. He still insists on sleeping with his mother, and the little mouth talks non-stop about all the encounters in the capital over the past year. Li Zhao has no choice but to

Neng took Li Fugui to sleep in Baoguang Hall.

"I know! My father is so long-winded!" Seven-year-old Li Kun seems to have begun to be a little rebellious and doesn't listen to what I say.

The emperor simply didn't want to say anything more. After chatting all day, his throat was filled with smoke and his head couldn't move.

"What's the meaning?"

Eunuch Wang came in and reminded: "Long live my lord, it's time for dinner. Should I order someone to bring it to Qinzheng Hall in the evening or go back to Yangxin Hall to eat?"

In the seven years since his father ascended the throne, he has been diligent, conscientious, and devoted himself to the great Zhou Dynasty every day. Li Zhao himself is in charge of Shanxi in Taiyuan, and there are big and small things happening every day, while his father is in charge of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. Today, the place is flooded.

Yes, there will be drought there tomorrow, and there will be countless moths crawling all over the ground.

"Okay! My grandson must do his homework well! I'll take my brother out!" He stretched out his little hand, eager to try to hug the baby.

Li Zhao saluted and planned to leave.

"Why, you don't want to?" Song Qingyue looked at her with a bright smile.

Li Fugui, who was held in the arms of a nanny named Shen Guilan, opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes and watched this strange child crawling on his mother, holding his mother close and kissing her. Out of some instinct,

The brat suddenly became unhappy. He who had been quiet most of the time without crying or making a fuss, suddenly burst into tears at the top of his lungs.

How virtuous and capable is she?!

He handed Li Heng over: "My brother is still young, so be careful! If you can't carry him anymore, give him to A Fang. Don't drop him!"

The emperor then said: "Go back and ask your wife to take the time to clean the middle road of the Qiandi in the past few days. If there is anything you want to add, add more according to your wishes. We can move there next month."

The son was afraid that the queen would make Song Qingyue suffer due to her pregnancy, so he deliberately said that she was not in good health and made excuses for his daughter-in-law not to come to the palace to pay her respects to her mother-in-law.

He stretched out a pair of small arms and shouted hard at Song Qingyue: "Da——! Da——! Da da da da!"

When Song Qingyue saw her like this, she didn't say anything more and just said softly: "Go back and work hard. I have high hopes for you."

It is not easy to be a Holy Lord who brings peace to all generations.

"Yue'er, let's move to Zhong Road next month." Li Zhao said while eating his favorite Cantonese shrimp dumplings.

Qing Luo, an eighteen-year-old girl, her eyes almost popped out of her head at this moment, looking at Song Qingyue in shock and unable to recover for a long time.

"Father is ready to make the crown prince." Li Zhao said calmly.

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "You are quite well-educated. But my father also knows that Yue'er's body and bones are not very good, and giving birth to a child will hurt your vitality. In the midsummer of June this year, she was still in the house.

You need to wrap yourself in a blanket. Even if you are fattened by the medical officers, my son will not dare to be careless."

Qingluo was sold at the age of six and entered the palace in the same year.

Being a female official is not the kind of female official in the palace who has no freedom.

Li Xiaokun vomited in the morning and was carried back by his father wilting. He couldn't eat breakfast anymore.

When the emperor raised his head, he noticed that the sky was already so dark. After thinking about it, he said, "Kun'er must be anxious to see his mother. I won't let you and your son have dinner in the palace today. Go back as soon as possible."

Song Qingyue is in good health, which is a good thing.

"I heard it, father, don't worry!"

The father simply fed his son like a pig!

The emperor chuckled, he raised it! Can it be raised badly?!

Father and son walked together to the meeting hall outside.

After becoming a royal telegraph operator, she also proposed a plan to optimize the two-thousand-word telegraph code text conversion booklet based on folk remedies. Now she sends telegrams and translates codes without even reading the booklet. She really has a bit of genius in her.

To be honest, she is the girl with the highest IQ that Song Qingyue has met in so many years.

"Mom! Mom! A-Kun misses you, A-Kun misses you so much!"

"Mom misses Akun too."

The father and son had been separated for more than three years, and there was no end to what they wanted to talk about in person. Without paying attention, the sun was almost setting, and their conversation was not over yet.

As soon as Li Kun saw his mother, he immediately gave up all his calm demeanor as a young adult. He rushed into his mother's arms like a cannonball, hugged her tightly and started acting coquettishly.

After sending the children away, the couple had time to sit down and have a quiet breakfast together.

Qingluo still felt like she was in a dream, as if she was drunk all of a sudden, a little dizzy, and could hardly stand still.

Li Zhao took advantage of the gradually weakening skylight to look at his father a few times, and then suddenly realized that his father had a lot of white hair on his head.

The emperor still looked indifferent, as if this was not a big deal and said: "It's about time. I have asked Qin Tian to choose an auspicious day and make the crown prince next month. There is no need to delay it any longer.

"

Li Zhao was exposed and scratched his head in embarrassment. The emperor immediately changed the topic and went back to talking about business.

Song Qingyue added: "Your surname is Xu, right? In the 34th year of Jingning, when there was a severe drought in Shanxi, your parents sold it."

The reason why Song Qingyue values ​​Qingluo is because this child has always been the first in the class during the three years she has been in the Wangfu literacy class. This child not only has an excellent memory, but also has extremely fast arithmetic speed. Song Qingyue personally taught her speed calculation, and this child has always

You will learn it.

"Go back and rest."

"Hey." Song Qingyue sighed and pinched the flesh on Li Kun's face, "I will start practicing with your father tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to be lazy, do you hear me?"

Poor Song Qingyue's small body like a piece of paper was almost crushed to the ground by her bear-like son.

The emperor nodded helplessly to Li Zhao without saying anything.

From a slave to a female official who needs to bow when others see her?

Li Kun hugged the little one who was over half a year old, imitated his father and grandpa, supported the little baby's big head with his hands, and walked out with steady steps.

Song Qingyue heard the reputation and went over, glanced at Li Zhao, and signaled him to go and coax him quickly.

Song Qingyue looked at Li Zhao's shiny black hair unconsciously, as if she was afraid that once Li Zhao became the prince, he would not be able to keep the black hair on the top of his head.

However, the emperor took a sip of tea and said: "It's just a day or two of rest after a long journey. I still have to go to pay my respects. If you are worried, just go along."

"Yes, my son... my son..."

"Mother... what do you mean, mother, you want me to be an official?"

A feeling of sadness suddenly came to his heart, and Li Zhao had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't even know what to say.

Qingluo nodded.

Li Zhao and everyone waiting in the room were shocked.

The half-grown naughty child was rubbing up and down in his mother's arms, completely unaware that he had grown nearly ten centimeters taller this year, became fatter and stronger, weighing forty-eight pounds, and wanted to climb on Song Qingyue's body.

, looking forward to his mother holding him on her lap like before.

Song Qingyue suppressed her laughter and asked him to go take a bath quickly, as he would have to go to Zhaoyue Elementary School for classes later.

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment, but taking a look at Li Kun's strong little body, it really didn't look like he couldn't hold a child.

"Oh...oh...that's it...no, you said this so casually, do you think you are handsome?!" Song Qingyue glared at him.

Before dark, Li Zhao returned to the dormitory with his two children.

In the evening, Li Zhao originally wanted to talk to Song Qingyue about the fact that he might soon be crowned a prince, and he needed to make preparations, especially on the side of Qiandi Middle Road. It should be cleaned and decorated, and it could also be modified according to her preferences.

In another month, the mansion will truly belong to them.

Qing Luo nodded, her face flushed and she retreated dizzy.

The emperor handed the child back to Li Zhao, touched his eldest grandson's brain and said with a smile: "Yes, when Aheng reaches the age of enlightenment, you can teach your younger brother how to write. Okay, follow Afang back to do your homework, grandpa and you
To be continued...