Tang Queqing's hand was very cold, but the anger that had accumulated in Zhu Yunxi's heart became even bigger.
Coupled with that last sentence, it is like a large bucket of kerosene poured on a pile of dry firewood.
Following Tang Queqing's exclamation, Zhu Yunxi had already pulled this increasingly plump woman from behind in circles to his eyes, and sat in his arms.
"Did someone say something?"
Zhu Yunxi came close to Tang Queqing, and the heat from his mouth rolled into the girl's ears.
This gave Tang Queqing a feeling of numbness from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His whole body was like a prawn on a frying pan, and his whole body was red.
Tang Queqing's hands were held by Zhu Yunxi with only one hand.
This made it difficult for her to move in Zhu Yunxi's arms in a curled-up position.
Just a few slight movements made her feel a little restless, her face became increasingly red, and she had no choice but to bury her entire head in Zhu Yunxi's arms.
Zhu Yunxi frowned, something was very wrong with Tang Yatou today.
Just when he wanted to continue asking questions.
Tang Queqing, who was huddled in his arms, was already muttering as low as a mosquito or a fly: "When you came back from Jiaofangsi a few days ago, you had a scent on your body, which is not the smell inside Jiaofangsi."
Zhu Yunxi was obviously stunned for a moment.
His eyes couldn't help but become ambiguous and weird.
That was the fragrance of Xu Miaojin, the little girl from the Xu family. The people in my own government never noticed that the two of them were not close to each other, but they were tainted with each other's fragrance.
It seems that after the girl Mu Caiyun from the Xiping Marquis Mansion came to Yingtian, Tang Queqing became less and less talkative, but took care of the affairs of the palace more attentively.
Perhaps, there is a sense of crisis?
Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but shook his head silently, never expecting that the girl in his arms would feel a sense of crisis at this time.
He felt that there was no possibility of negotiation about his marriage.
The old man has already made a marriage arrangement at the Xinguo Duke's Mansion, and his future candidate for the crown prince's concubine can only be Tang Queqing.
As for Mu Caiyun, it was a step too late after all, so she could only get the position of concubine.
This cannot be changed.
It is impossible for the old man to slap the self-aware Xin Guo Gong Tang He in the face, and with the initiative of Xiping Hou Muying, the old man will not worry about feeling guilty because he only gave the Mu family the position of grandson's concubine.
Responsibility.
Just Xu Miaojin?
Zhu Yunxi silently shook his head again.
That young aunt, after she made the deal with the military meritorious uncles that night, she had been secretly pinching herself.
It was probably this experience that gave him a sense of dissatisfaction and resistance, which prompted him to want to possess the other person at that time.
The thought of completely defeating the opponent on another battlefield.
This has nothing to do with reason.
The Royal Palace of Zhongshan should have enjoyed the same treatment as other meritorious families, as Xu Miaojin said at the time.
And similarly, even now Zhu Yunxi has to admit that deep in his mind, there is still a beautiful image of the young aunt, which has nothing to do with reason.
It's just a stubborn refusal to admit defeat between men and women.
Especially a man who will never bow his head in this matter.
When he thought of the young aunt's buttocks he saw that night, Zhu Yunxi could not control his anger.
This made Tang Queqing, who was sitting in his arms, tremble slightly and stiffen up, raising his body with his feet raised.
"Why are there so many rules in the palace..."
Tang Queqing felt that he no longer had any scruples in his mind, and his face turned red when he said these words that made it difficult for him to fall asleep.
The anger in Zhu Yunxi's heart was getting stronger and burning, making him almost forget about all the strict and insurmountable etiquette rules.
He glanced hard at the lights in the room.
Suddenly a gust of spring breeze entered the room, and the candles went out.
In the darkness, Tang Queqing's hands finally broke free and hugged Zhu Yunxi tightly.
Zhu Yunxi felt that he was about to break through a taboo.
Holding his waist with one hand and dragging Tang Queqing's thigh with the other, he stood up straight from the chair.;
With a low cry, air flow appeared in the room again.
"The aunt in the palace said that before the grandson gets married, he should not cause any unseemly things..."
Tang Queqing, who was only wearing less than two ounces of tulle, was lying on the big bed that could make all the women in the world yearn for it. She covered her face tightly with her hands, holding on to the last trace of reason, and lowered her head.
chanting loudly.
Zhu Yunxi, who was almost unable to contain his anger, was hit hard on the head by the word "proper".
But my breathing became heavier and heavier.
Immediately, an exclamation that could no longer be concealed sounded in the darkness.
The person lying down was replaced by Zhu Yunxi himself.
"Have the nuns in the palace ever taught you to keep your mouth clean and your hands clean?"
Zhu Yunxi's voice became farther and farther in Tang Queqing's ears.
A grunting sound came from the dark night.
No matter how angry you are, it will eventually be calmed down by the gentleness of this spring sun.
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"The bastard is getting more and more angry!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just had breakfast, a bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles, and a plate of fried beans, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, raised his eyebrows to his side, and was still eating the porridge slowly and carefully, watching before dawn.
The prince sent the memorial to the palace.
Zhu Biao did not rush to answer the old man's question. He still looked at the matter slowly and carefully, but silently increased his speed and finished the porridge in the bowl in a short time.
After washing his hands and face, Zhu Biao drank a cup of tea and then raised his head and looked at the old man: "Are you talking about the fact that he reprimanded the two directors of the Ministry of Industry at Laoshan Palace yesterday?"
Zhu Yuanzhang showed a knowing look and hummed: "I heard that the new loom at the other end of Huangzhuang is more convenient and the spinning speed is faster."
"Spinning and weaving cloth must be taken to Zhejiang Province for use."
Zhu Biao said silently, with a clear smile on his face.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked sideways at his son, his eyes calm: "Seven parts of the mountains are three parts of the land, and Zhejiang Road is not enough to produce grain. Now Zhejiang Road is checking the acres and implementing the land tax reform. We only wait for this year's summer and autumn grains to be harvested into the treasury, and the imperial court will surely grow. Only in the world
There are so many people in Zhejiang Province, and those who have no property can only make a living by helping others work."
At this time, the early workshop industry had begun to appear in Ming Dynasty.
Especially Zhejiang Road, because the land is scarce, many people in Zhejiang Road are attached to the city walls, working for merchants and government officials to make money to supplement their families.
Zhu Biao thought for a while and said: "The Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau almost had 90% of their heads cut off this time. I think Yunxi will have to work hard on this this time. At this time, they have developed a new loom.
It must be sent to the weaving yamen."
Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, since their establishment in the second year of Hongwu, have been responsible for the weaving of most of the silk cloth and satin produced by the DPRK.
All matters used by the royal family, government officials, court rewards, sacrificial rituals, etc. are all handled by Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau.
At this time, silk satin was equivalent to Ming Dynasty treasure notes, which was also equivalent to currency.
It is precisely because of this that the Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau have the power to directly report money, food, officials, etc. to the emperor.
In later generations, several people went to the south of the Yangtze River, and they relied on the money earned from Hangzhou's weaving yamen to support the so-called prosperous times.
Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have remembered something and chuckled: "Yunxi came out of Beijing last year and mentioned to us that he said that if the people of Zhejiang Province want to really become rich, they cannot just rely on the fields. There is not enough land in the first place.
Where can the common people be fed and clothed? In the final analysis, it depends on work. How can everyone be able to work in the city and get enough wages? This is a matter that the court needs to guide and issue decrees."
Zhu Biao looked at the old man: "People go to the city to work and make money, merchants make money by selling goods, and the imperial court collects commercial taxes to replenish the national treasury, and this lake in Zhejiang Road is alive."
"Gene Era"
A circular economic system was clearly placed in front of the Ming Emperor and Crown Prince.
But after Zhu Biao finished speaking, he silently glanced at the old man again and said in a low voice: "It's just that this time Yunxi reprimanded the director of the Ministry of Industry..."
"Two silverfish! So what if I reprimand you!" Zhu Yuanzhang did not hesitate to curse the two idiot officials in the DPRK.
Zhu Biao frowned.
These days, he no longer meets officials in the court, and no longer exercises his power to supervise the prince, which gives him more time to read.
I also have more time to look back and look back at all the things my son, who is now the grandson of the Ming Dynasty Supervisor, has done in this year.
Is it just a reprimand?
Regarding the old man's natural hatred of officials, Zhu Biao deeply felt that his son, who was already extremely smart, at least higher than this Zhongji Palace, was not just a person who casually reprimanded officials in the DPRK out of anger.
It is necessary for me to go to the East Palace and have a good talk with my good son.
If you think about it, do it.
Zhu Biao immediately raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Dad, my son has to go back to the East Palace."
Zhu Yuanzhang was still thinking about why not everyone in the court under his rule could be capable ministers and generals, and an unknown fire was burning in his heart. When he heard the prince's sudden words, he couldn't help but look at his boss with doubts on his face.<
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The old man's eyes kept wandering, and after pondering for a long time, he slowly laughed: "Go, go! If you see that kid, give him a good beating for us. You, the father, want to
Discipline that bastard well!"
Zhu Biao smiled silently, feeling a little warm in his heart.
On the other side, Sun Gouer has already asked people to open all the doorsteps that are now made into buckles.
The young eunuch who was serving the Crown Prince bowed and walked past the Emperor's eyes. Pushing the Crown Prince's wheelchair, he left the Zhongji Hall without any obstruction and headed towards the East Palace where the Crown Prince had not returned for many days.<