ps: Regarding the comment on "Wei's Economic Development", I have replied to it and pinned it to the top. If you don't understand the protagonist's intention in this regard, you can read it.
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May 17th was the first time that Zhao Hongrun took a break in this busy month of May. After all, his smelting bureau had started work on the fourth line, and the recruitment of new craftsmen had been well arranged, although he still owed money to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works.
Although the Ministry of Finance has spent a large amount of money, it is undeniable that the Metallurgical and Manufacturing Bureau has gradually got on the right track and developed in the direction that Zhao Hongrun expected.
But having said that, this also means that his temporary help to the Metallurgical Bureau is limited. After all, what the Metallurgical Bureau currently lacks most is actually time. It needs a while to settle, digest, and improve, and this is precisely
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help.
Fortunately, Wang Fu, Chen Dan, Cheng Lin, Xun Xin, Lu Yu, Gu He, Zheng Zhao and other subordinates were all mature, prudent and reliable. Therefore, Zhao Hongrun gave himself a holiday and prepared to arrange some private matters.
The first thing to bear the brunt of was how to confess to Miss Su that Jiang Run was actually King Su Hongrun.
In the early morning of the 17th, Zhao Hongrun woke up on Miss Su's bed in Xiao Xuan Xiang's boudoir on a waterside pavilion.
Well, yes, after making the final arrangements for the Smelting Bureau yesterday, he went straight to a waterside pavilion and spent the night lingering with Miss Su, who had been away for many days.
As for the result, although Miss Su seemed to be very satisfied, Zhao Hongrun still vaguely felt that there was something lacking. He didn't know whether it was psychological effects or the evil bugs in his body. Anyway, there was indeed a slight distance from great satisfaction.
This kind of lack will cause inexplicable regrets. To be honest, it is not easy to feel, as if it is really a cat's claw scratching the heart, which is both depressed and angry.
Even in the morning, Zhao Hongrun induced Miss Su to "beep" again, but it could not change her dissatisfaction.
"Is the slave not doing a good enough job?"
As if she noticed Zhao Hongrun's mood, Miss Su, who was lying on her side and leaning her head on his chest, asked with some loss and sadness.
You know, women are quite sensitive in this regard. Unscientific women's intuition is as magical as mind reading at certain times. How could Miss Su, a woman with a keen heart, not notice the things around her?
After Ailang's entanglement with her, anxiety flashed in his eyes from time to time.
She felt a little aggrieved by this, because she had done her best and devoted herself wholeheartedly, but for some reason, Ai Lang still seemed dissatisfied.
"It's none of your business." Faintly feeling that the heart of the beauty in his arms seemed to be trembling uneasily, Zhao Hongrun suppressed the restlessness and anxiety in his heart, smiled and comforted: "It's my problem."
Miss Su raised her head, stared into Zhao Hongrun's eyes with her beautiful eyes, and said quietly: "What happened?"
It could be seen from her tone that she did not believe Zhao Hongrun's explanation and only regarded it as a kind of comfort.
So it’s actually quite troublesome to say that women are too smart...
Zhao Hongrun sighed silently. After being silent for a while, he had no choice but to use his trump card: "Well... I have to tell you something."
"What, what's the matter?" Miss Su clenched Zhao Hongrun's hand nervously, and her sudden stop in breathing revealed her nervous mood at the moment.
At this moment, Zhao Hongrun looked deeply at Miss Su and said seriously: "My mother wants to see you."
…
Miss Su's red mouth opened slightly and did not close again for a long time.
Looking at her flat chest, Zhao Hongrun was really worried that she would lose her breath.
However, when he was muttering to himself, Miss Su finally reacted. Her beautiful eyes opened and her pupils expanded uncontrollably. She sat up suddenly as if she was frightened.
Ignoring that her skin as white as jade was exposed to Ai Lang's sight, Miss Su clutched her chest, breathing rapidly and suddenly stopping. All signs were enough to prove that her mood at this moment must be difficult to calm down.
Zhao Hongrun's attempt to change the subject was successful as expected. I believe that at this moment, Miss Su had already forgotten the question she had just asked, and her whole heart was absorbed in this shocking news.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants... to see the slave family?"
Miss Su held her hot face and asked stammeringly.
With some effort, Zhao Hongrun shifted his gaze from Miss Su's body to her eyes, resting his head on his hands, and affirmed calmly: "Well, my mother wants to see you."
"This...this..." Miss Su was a little confused. Her left hand was propped up on the bed, and her right hand seemed a little unsure of where to put it. After lingering for a while, she clenched it into a fist and put it gently in front of her heart, maybe for
I want to calm down my racing heart a little.
After a long time, she asked in a low voice: "When...when?"
"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Zhao Hongrun said calmly.
When Miss Su heard this, she became even more confused and stammered: "Ming... Minghou? Is this... so urgent? I... slave... the slave family is unprepared..."
"Preparation? What kind of preparation does this require?" Zhao Hongrun glanced at Miss Su strangely.
Seeing this, Miss Su said bitterly: "That is Jiang Lang's high hall, how can the slave family be so rash?" As she said this, she began to worry uneasily and began to consider some issues that she considered extremely important.
For example, what she was wearing that day, after all, she had to avoid being mistaken by Ai Lang's mother for being that kind of immodest woman, even though she was forced to live in a world of prostitution due to the demands of life.
Furthermore, you also need to think carefully about the gifts you should prepare in advance when you meet your elders for the first time. The price is secondary, the key is to cater to the other person's wishes.
There is also what to say and what not to say that day. These all need to be thought out by Miss Su in advance to avoid anything bad happening.
As one question after another came to the bottom of her heart, Miss Su felt faintly that her head was a little dizzy.
On the side, Zhao Hongrun looked at Miss Su's messy and lovely appearance with great interest. After all, he really didn't expect that Miss Su, who had a quiet temperament, also had this side that he didn't know about.
Speaking of tranquility...
Suddenly, Mi Jiang's face appeared in Zhao Hongrun's mind.
In fact, Mi Jiang is also a woman with a quiet temperament. The difference between her and Miss Su is that Miss Su's tranquility is the kind of quiet and dignified like a daughter of aristocratic family, while Mi Jiang, in fact, her habits are like those of a woman who has experienced vicissitudes of life.
There are more old women who are calm and look like a lady.
It has to be said that the look that would only appear on an old woman of seventy or eighty years old appears on the face of a young woman who is less than two years older than Zhao Hongrun. That kind of sight is really inconsistent.
"Jiang Lang? Jiang Lang?"
"Huh?"
How come I...
Zhao Hongrun came to his senses instantly and quickly shook his head to bury the image of Mi Jiang in his mind.
Somehow, recently, his "distractions" in this area have gradually become more frequent, and he often thinks of Mi Jiang because of certain things. As long as there is a trace of connection between the two, even just a trace, it will make him inexplicably confused.
It reminds me of Mijiang.
What's not good is that as he "thinks" of Mijiang frequently during the day, "Mijiang" may also appear in his dreams when he goes to bed at night.
From a certain point of view, those dreams cannot be said to be bad. After all, every time he dreams about Mi Jiang, Zhao Hongrun will definitely receive another sweet kiss. The feeling of excitement throughout his body is really hard for him to refuse.
What's even more incredible is that as "Mi Jiang" appeared more often in his dreams, the scenes and plots in the dreams gradually changed, changing in a certain direction.
For example, in the dream the night before yesterday, Zhao Hongrun was sexually assaulted by that "Mi Jiang". "Her" seductive movements and words were the expressionless Mi Jiang who usually said no.
It was unspoken, but it had to be said that this strong contrast made Zhao Hongrun uncontrollably have a bit of... well, not so good desire for Mi Jiang in the dream.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Hongrun calmed down and looked back at Miss Su and asked.
Fortunately, Miss Su was also in a state of confusion at the moment and did not notice the abnormality in Zhao Hongrun's eyes. She carefully repeated and asked: "Jiang Lang, when did you hear about this from your mother's mouth?"
Zhao Hongrun looked at the roof and thought for a moment, then answered truthfully: "Well...five days ago."
"Why did Jiang Lang tell the slave family tonight?" Miss Su seemed to be about to burst into tears, her eyes covered with a light mist.
"Eh?" Seeing that Miss Su was so anxious that she even wanted to cry, Zhao Hongrun quickly held her in his arms and comforted her: "Don't worry, my mother is a very kind person... Well, in fact, she is not on a special trip.
To see you, it’s just that my mansion in the city has been renovated and I’m planning to move out from home, so she wants to see that mansion and meet you by the way.”
"Only by the way?" After hearing this, Miss Su felt a little relieved, but when she thought about it, she couldn't help but worry again. After all, no matter whether Ai Lang's mother wanted to see her on a special trip or by the way, the result would be the same for her.
.
And looking at her like this, Zhao Hongrun could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
"Okay, okay, don't think about it now. After tomorrow morning, you and Lu'er can pack your bags."
"What are you packing your baggage for?" Miss Su, who was in a state of confusion, was stunned when she heard this. Immediately, her cheeks turned red, and her beautiful eyes frequently glanced at Zhao Hongrun, obviously realizing something.
Zhao Hongrun did not disappoint her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Of course you will move in with me?... Didn't I tell you that my mansion has been renovated?"
"Isn't this... not appropriate?" Miss Su said timidly, biting her lip.
"Don't worry, I will make up for those etiquette..."
Of course, Miss Su understood what the etiquette in Ai Lang's mouth meant. She lowered her head happily after hearing the words and whispered: "The Nu family didn't mean that, the Nu family is just... Jiang Lang, you see, your Majesty has not seen the Nu family yet, and the Nu family acted recklessly.
Moving to your mansion is not..."
"It's okay, it will happen sooner or later anyway." Zhao Hongrun gently held Miss Su in his arms and said without allowing her to refute: "That's it."