Zhu Shangbing winked at Zhu Yunxi: "That's..."

The words are not finished yet.

A cry of surprise floated out from the bedroom.

Then, there were muffled sounds, accompanied by the screams of Prince Qin of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Shangbing's eyes were bright, his face was beaming with joy, and he gave a thumbs up to the palace: "Grandpa is indeed mighty!"

Zhu Yunxi reached out and patted his forehead, and looked at Zhu Gaochi. The two of them looked at Zhu Shangbing who was still admiring him, as if he couldn't wait to go in and serve for the old man.

The two of them muttered in unison: "What a blessing!"

Not long.

The violent storm in Qianqing Palace finally stopped.

After a long period of silence, there was a creaking sound as the door opened.

The three boys outside the dormitory saw Zhu Xi holding his waist with his hands on his waist. There was obviously no scar on his body, and he was neatly dressed, but he just limped out.

Zhu Xi glanced at the three of them, his face looking a little unlucky.

He walked up to Zhu Shangbing, who had a strange look on his face, reached out and patted the eldest son's face a few times.

Zhu Xiang's face was full of gloom, and he muttered with some annoyance: "I'm doing this all for you!"

After saying a few words, Zhu Xi walked out faster.

Only the confused faces of Zhu Yunxi and the others were left, as well as the low gasping and tearing sound coming from Zhu Ping in front.

Zhu Shangbing opened his mouth: "It seems that my father was really beaten hard."

"I think you should go spend some time with your father..." Zhu Gaochi curled his lips, now realizing what his second uncle meant by what he just said.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhu Yunxi added on the side: "It is best to bring medicine for bruises and two bottles of wine. I think your father needs these very much at this time."

Zhu Shangbing looked left and right at the two of them, and said in a long voice: "That's not true..."

After asking the question, Zhu Shangbing looked at his father who had already walked out of the Qianqing Palace, suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Dad, wait for me!"

Before he finished shouting, Zhu Shangbing had already rushed out in front of Zhu Yunxi and the others.

Looking outside the palace gate, he tried to help Zhu Shangbing, but was repeatedly slapped and rejected by Zhu Shangbing.

Zhu Gaochi said quietly: "The New Deal is in full swing right now, and my second uncle is also going into battle. What are you going to do in the coming days?"

"The grandson and the concubine are about to give birth, and I have to stay with them at home." Zhu Yunxi answered without thinking, and his eyes became much gentler.

Zhu Gaochi looked sideways, thinking deeply: "Just don't do anything?"

Zhu Yunxi turned around and met Xiaopang's gaze: "Of course things still have to be done, but now that Wenyuan Pavilion is here to deal with the New Deal, we don't have to keep an eye on it. But outside the court, there are some things that we still can't let go of.

Come."

The New Deal did not happen overnight. Throughout the ages, and even in the future, political reforms will have to go through long years of training.

In the court hall, the height of the temple is the re-construction of the superstructure. But in the countryside, it is another story.

The development of productive forces needs to continue to develop.

And all innovations need to be supported by productivity.

Zhu Gaochi shook his sleeves, put his hands together as usual, took two steps forward, and then turned back: "Then I'll go back to the tax office. Don't come to me if you have anything."

Zhu Yunxi stood behind the palace gate, watching the little fat man go away.

It wasn't until a long time later that he opened his arms and stretched for a long time.

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Chapter completed!