Emperor Hongwen mentioned this and had a headache. He put down his chopsticks and said softly: "It's still those old guys. This time, they are not like the last equal-field system. They didn't come back to their senses, so they made it smoothly. This time,
They had already awakened, and they were filled with righteous indignation. The daily memorials piled up all of them were against each other. I was as big as a fight, but I was afraid that there would be a bigger wave of opposition when I returned to Pingcheng."
Fangfei thought to herself: "Your Majesty, you might as well change the angle."
"How to change?"
"First rectify the administration and divert their thinking."
When Emperor Hongwen heard this, it really made sense. Before the salary system, the government should be rectified, and some officials who were too harmful should be curbed, and some officials who were too harmful should be cured and one or two were brought out to warn the monkey. In this way, the contradiction between the salary system and the boycott will naturally be slightly transferred.
"Ha, Fangfei, fortunately, you have you. As long as you encounter any difficult things, you will always share the burden for me."
She smiled sweetly, and if she didn't share the burden for him, who could share the burden for him?
Emperor Hongwen saw that his smile was charming, tender and charming, and was truly full of emotions. Even if he felt a little unhappy, he would be thrown out of the sky.
That night, I stayed in Cining Palace for a long time and taught my son to write step by step.
Hong'er could have written her own name. Now, she started writing her father's name again, rubbing it with thick ink on top of the rice paper, and writing the word "Hong" upright.
Emperor Hongwen laughed loudly, as if he had found a treasure, and picked it up and dried it: "Haha, Hong'er is so smart. Look, how beautiful is this word written?"
Fangfei saw that the father and son had ink on their noses, and said funny: "It's too late, I'll write it tomorrow."
Emperor Hongwen turned around and saw her bringing the moist rock sugar pear water: "Your Majesty, autumn is dry, you are overworking, drink a bowl of sweet soup before going to rest."
It was a kind of treatment that was treated with tenderness, and it was really a bit like a virtuous wife. Emperor Hongwen was overjoyed and took the sweet soup. When he was holding the bowl, he held her hand in his hand, feeling warm.
The little prince also held the small bowl and drank it bit by bit, and took the spoon, "Empress Dowager, Hong'er feeds you."