Chapter 73 Ming Dynasty has become different! Something terrible is happening!
"what is going on?
Daming...is there something happening that I don't know about?"
"Could it be... just a coincidence? An accidental thing?"
Someone's voice sounded hesitant.
"I don't think it's a coincidence, there must be something happening that we don't know about.
This feeling is very bad.”
"Don't worry too much. No matter what, the prince will not become like the current emperor."
"Is it really impossible? Look at his performance today!
Alas! I thought that as long as I survived the Hongwu Dynasty, the hard days of waiting would be over. Now it seems that after the prince ascends the throne, the days of waiting for me will not be too easy!
When the prince received our Confucian education, he was still quite old after all. He had experienced wars since he was a child, and with the guidance of the current sage, it was impossible to completely win him over to our side.
Now it seems that we can only focus our main attention on the third generation.
I just don’t know who will be my grandson in the end.”
"I think there is a high possibility that Yun Wen is a concubine, but the current crown princess is his mother."
"No matter who they are, from now on when these emperors and grandchildren attend classes, we must teach them well and bring them all to our Confucian orthodoxy.
In this way, no matter who inherits the throne in the future, it will not matter.
It is wrong to value force over literature.
After all, this world must be governed by us literati..."
In some places in Nanjing city, people are whispering...
This is why Jinyiwei boss Zhu only started to establish it this year. It has only been a few months and the development is not perfect yet.
It is far from the terrifying level of monitoring the world, and even the order of your seats during the banquet is drawn for you.
Otherwise, these people would probably not dare to talk like this...
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In Shouning Palace, Han Cheng was unaware of the impact of his wings after his appearance.
I have no idea what his spoilers will bring to the world, where they will lead Ming Dynasty, and how many people will be alerted.
At this time, he was frowning and feeling a little worried.
This morning, after getting up, Han Cheng had two dark circles under his eyes, which was a testament to Lao Zhu's lack of integrity.
Out of habit, I glanced at the Lovers Mall.
I discovered that the Lovers Mall, which had been in a short cooling-off period due to the exchange of isoniazid, has been refreshed with new items.
The items that were refreshed were not the toothpaste and toothbrush that Han Cheng wanted to see the most, but soap.
To be precise, it is the recipe for making soap.
It can be redeemed with 500 lover points.
After some thought, Han Cheng finally decided to spend 500 Lover Points to replace the soap formula.
Now, although the status of soap in Han Cheng's heart is not as high as that of toothpaste and toothbrush, soap is also a cleaning item, so it is not irredeemable.
Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't know what he will be able to refresh when the Tomorrow Lovers Mall automatically refreshes the soap recipe if he doesn't redeem it.
Anyway, the possibility of refreshing the toothpaste toothbrush is very small.
But after Han Cheng redeemed it, a new situation appeared in the lovers system.
[Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lovers Mall will be giving away a Mid-Autumn Festival gift pack tomorrow]
Looking at the new information, Han Cheng was quite happy, thinking that the Lovers Mall was quite humane.
It’s the holidays and there are actually big gift packages.
This made him somewhat hopeful that there would be something in this big gift bag.
This was of course a good thing. Han Cheng didn't frown. What made him frown was that he had the soap formula. If he wanted to get the soap, he still had to make it himself.
Thinking back to everything recorded on the formula, he felt that it was a bit troublesome.
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng put the matter aside for the time being and went to wash up first.
After practicing the Eight Vajra Skills and having a meal, Han Cheng sat down and wrote down the four thousand words "Shooting the Condor".
Xiao He is here to grind ink for Han Cheng and wait for Han Cheng to write.
This is not only because Xiao He knows how to serve others, but Han Cheng has also won her respect, so she is willing to serve Han Cheng.
There is another more important reason, which is to wait for Han Cheng to write the script here. She can read the gripping and addictive story at the first time.
After a few days of 'torture', Xiao He has gradually become accustomed to Han Cheng's eye-sore words and his awkward writing habit of writing horizontally from left to right.
In fact, not only her, but Princess Zhu Yourong of Ning State was also used to Han Cheng living in Shouning Palace. She was no longer like before. She felt uncomfortable when she thought that there was an outsider living in Shouning Palace, and he was also a man.
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"Sir, what's down there?"
"There is no more down there."
"Sir, please write more, yours is too short."
Xiao He was still not satisfied and urged the update in person.
Han Cheng shook his head: "It's not short anymore, it's not short anymore, isn't it long enough? It's already four thousand words!"
"Sir, is this... really long? It's only four thousand words."
Xiaohe's eyes were somewhat resentful.
However, Xiao He also knew Han Cheng's temper, so after urging him to update, he didn't say much and reached out to pick up the manuscript written by Han Cheng.
In the palace, there is a princess waiting to be fed!
But this time, Han Cheng reached out to stop Xiao He.
Xiao He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this. He didn't know what happened to Young Master Han today.
Is he not going to let the princess see it?
"I will send it to the princess myself."
When Xiaohe heard Han Cheng's words, her doubts disappeared and a look of understanding appeared on her face.
"Okay, okay, His Highness must be very happy!"
Xiao He is excited.
Will you really be very happy?
Han Cheng thought about Princess Ning Guo. When she encountered danger, she could rush out to protect herself at all costs. However, as soon as the danger was over, she was so shy that she didn't even have the courage to look at him, and a smile appeared on her face.
He was also looking forward to meeting Zhu Yourong, his future wife.
Now, he and Princess Ning Guo had a good start and a certain foundation.
Under such circumstances, you can try to meet her more often.
It just so happened that he had something to do today and needed to inform Princess Ningguo so that she could help...
…
Xiao He was very eye-catching. After walking a few steps behind Han Cheng, he slowed down.
He became farther and farther away from Han Cheng, and finally disappeared completely.
She wanted to leave a private space between the young master and the princess.
As the personal maid of Princess Ning Guo, she knew very well how much the princess had changed since the young master appeared.
The princess who never smiled in the past has been unable to help but smile recently.
She is really happy for His Highness, and she really hopes that the Young Master and His Highness can live together for a long time, and it can really happen!
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Princess Ningguo was sitting in a wheelchair, stretching her neck and looking around, waiting for Xiao He to come back with a new manuscript.
It really looks like a waiting yellow-mouthed chick.
Since Han Cheng arrived, this has become her happiest and most anticipated thing every day.
As a result, after waiting for a while, Xiao He did not come, but Han Cheng was seen from a distance!
Princess Ning Guo was like a frightened deer, she immediately retracted her stretched neck.
While feeling heartbroken, he quickly turned the wheels of his wheelchair, hoping to escape quickly before Han Cheng came over.
While struggling to turn the wheelchair, he looked back.
How could Han Cheng give her this opportunity?
"Your Highness, don't run! I saw you!"
Princess Ning Guo, who had just turned her wheelchair and moved less than two steps forward, froze on the spot...
