Daming heir

Chapter 207 Zhu Yunxi's High Anger
Tang Queqing's hands were very cold, but Zhu Yunxi's anger that had been smoldering in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

Coupled with the last sentence, it was like pouring a large bucket of kerosene on a pile of dry firewood.

Accompanied by Tang Queqing's exclamation, Zhu Yunxi had already pulled the increasingly round and jade-like woman from behind in a circle to her eyes, and sat in her arms.

"Did someone say something?"

Zhu Yunxi approached Tang Queqing, and the heat from his mouth was drawn into the girl's ears.

This gave Tang Queqing a feeling of numbness from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky. His whole body was like a prawn on a frying pan, his whole body was flushed red.

Tang Queqing's hands were held by Zhu Yunxi with only one hand.

This made it difficult for her to move her body in Zhu Yunxi's arms in a curled up position.

Just a few slight movements made her feel a little restless, and her face became more and more red, so she had no choice but to bury her whole head in Zhu Yunxi's arms.

Zhu Yunxi frowned, something was wrong with Miss Tang today.

Just waiting for him to continue to ask.

Tang Queqing, who was huddled in his arms, was as low as a mosquito and a fly, mumbling: "A few days ago when you came back from the Jiaofang Division, you had a scent on your body, not from the Jiaofang Division."

Zhu Yunxi was obviously stunned for a moment.

His eyes couldn't help becoming ambiguous and weird.

It was the faint fragrance of Xu Miaojin's little girl from the Xu family, and the people in the own authority did not realize that the two of them had never been so close, but they were contaminated with each other's fragrance.

It seems that after the girl Mu Caiyun from Xipinghou's Mansion came to Yingtian, Tang Queqing became less talkative, but more attentive to the affairs of the palace.

Perhaps, there is a sense of crisis?

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help shaking his head silently, never thinking that the girl in his arms would feel a sense of crisis at this time.

He felt that there was no possibility of discussing his marriage.

The old man has already made an appointment with Duke Xinguo's mansion, and Tang Queqing can only be the candidate for his future empress dowager and concubine.

As for Mu Caiyun, after all, she was one step too late and could only get the position of side concubine.

It is impossible to change this.

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 self-conscious because he only gave the Mu family a grandson and side concubine. responsibility.

Just Xu Miaojin?
Zhu Yunxi silently shook his head again.

That young aunt, after she finished the deal with the army's meritorious uncles that night, she has been secretly controlling herself.

It was probably because of this kind of experience that he felt dissatisfied and rebellious, which gave birth to wanting to possess the other party at that time.

On another battlefield of confrontation, the idea of ​​completely defeating the opponent.

It's irrelevant.

The Zhongshan Palace should have enjoyed the same treatment as other meritorious families as Xu Miaojin said at the time.

And in the same way, even now Zhu Yunxi has to admit that in the depths of his mind, there is still a pretty image of that young aunt, which is also irrelevant.

It's just a bit of stubborn reluctance between pure men and women.

Especially a man who never bows his head in this matter.

Thinking of the hip line of the young aunt he saw that night, Zhu Yunxi uncontrollably raised his anger even more.

This made Tang Queqing, who was sitting in his arms, stiffen with a slight trembling, and raised his body with his feet up.

"Why are there so many rules in the palace..."

Tang Queqing felt that he had no more scruples in his head, and blushed when he said these words that made it difficult for him to sleep.

The anger in Zhu Yunxi's heart was also growing, and it was burning fiercely, making him almost forget about those strict and insurmountable etiquette rules.

He took a hard look at the lights in the room.

Suddenly a gust of spring breeze entered the room, and the candles were extinguished.

In the darkness, Tang Queqing's hand finally broke free, and hugged Zhu Yunxi tightly.

Zhu Yunxi felt that he was about to break a taboo.

Supporting 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 flowed again in the room.

"The mother in the palace said that before the grandson gets married, you can't make troubles that are out of style..."

Tang Queqing, who only wore less than two ounces of tulle, was lying on the big bed that all the women in the world could yearn for. He tightly covered his face with his hands, holding on to the last sliver of reason, and bowed his head. Read aloud.

Zhu Yunxi, who was almost unable to contain his anger, was hit hard on the forehead by the word "decent".

The breathing became heavier and heavier.

Immediately, an exclamation that could not be concealed sounded in the darkness.

The person lying down was replaced by Zhu Yunxi himself.

"Did the mother in the palace teach you to clean your mouth and hands?"

Zhu Yunxi's voice became farther and farther away in Tang Queqing's ears.

A grunt came from the night.

No amount of anger was finally soothed by the gentleness of the spring sun.

……

"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 oily beans, wiped his mouth with a towel, raised his eyebrows to his side, and was still eating the porridge slowly, watching the night before dawn. The prince who sent the memorial to the palace.

Zhu Biao was not in a hurry to answer the old man's question, he still looked at things slowly, but the speed increased silently, and he finished the porridge in the bowl in a short while.

After washing his hands and face, Zhu Biao drank a cup of tea, and then raised his head to look at the old man: "Are you talking about how he reprimanded the two directors of the Ministry of Industry in Laoshan Huangzhuang yesterday?"

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a questioning look, and hummed: "We heard that the new loom at the end of Huangzhuang is more convenient and the spinning speed is faster."

"Spinning and weaving are for use in Zhejiang Province."

Zhu Biao said something silently, with a clear smile on his face.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked sideways at his son with calm eyes: "Seven points of mountains and three points of land, Zhejiang Road is not enough to produce grain. Now Zhejiang Road is checking the land and carrying out the taxation reform of the land. Just wait for this year's summer grain and autumn grain to be harvested in the treasury. The court will definitely grow. It's just the world. There are so many people, there are so many people in Zhejiang Province, and those without property can only make a living by helping others."

At this time, an early workshop industry had already begun to appear in Ming Dynasty.

Especially in Zhejiang Road, because of the scarcity of land, many people in Zhejiang Road are attached to the city walls, helping merchants and government officials to make money and supplement their families.

Zhu Biao thought for a while and said: "Ninety percent of the heads of Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau have been cut off this time. I think Yunxi will work hard on this this time. At this time, a new type of loom is produced. It must be sent to the Weaving Yamen."

Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, since the establishment in the second year of Hongwu, have been responsible for weaving more than half of the silk and satin in the court.

The Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau are in charge of everything used by the royal family and the government, as well as rewards from the imperial court and sacrificial etiquette.

At this time, silk cloth and satin are equivalent to Daming banknotes, which are 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.

A certain number of people in the later generations went to the south of the Yangtze River, relying on the money and food earned by the weaving yamen in Hangzhou to support the so-called prosperity.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to think of something, and chuckled: "Last year when Yunxi came out of Beijing, he mentioned to us that if the people of Zhejiang Province want to become really rich, they can't just rely on the land, where is the land that is not in the capital?" It can feed and clothe the people. In the final analysis, it depends on work. How to make everyone work in the city and earn enough wages is something that the imperial court needs to guide and issue decrees."

Zhu Biao looked at the old man: "People go to the city to work to make money, merchants sell goods to make money, and the imperial court collects commercial taxes to enrich the treasury, and the pond of Zhejiang Road will be alive."

A circular economic system was clearly placed in front of the Ming Emperor and Crown Prince.

It's just that after Zhu Biao finished speaking, he looked at the old man silently again, and said in a low voice, "It's just that this time Yunxi reprimanded the head of the Ministry of Industry..."

"Two silverfish! So what if you reprimand!" Zhu Yuanzhang was not stingy about cursing the two idiot officials in the court.

Zhu Biao frowned.

These days, he no longer met officials in the court, and no longer exercised the power of the prince of the country, which gave him more time to read books.

I also have more time to look back at all the things that my son, who is now the grandson of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, has done in this year.

Just reprimand?
Regarding the old man's natural disposition to hate officials, Zhu Biao deeply felt that his son, who was already too smart, at least higher than this Zhongji Temple, was not just a person who just casually reprimanded officials in the court because of his anger.

It is necessary for me to go to the East Palace and have a good talk with my good son.

Think about it and do it.

Zhu Biao immediately raised his hands and cupped his fists: "Father, my son wants to go back to the East Palace."

Zhu Yuanzhang was still thinking about the court under his rule, why can't everyone be capable ministers and generals, and there was an unknown anger in his heart. Hearing the prince's sudden words, he couldn't help but look at his boss with doubts on his face.

The old man's eyeballs kept rolling, and after pondering for a long time, he slowly let out a laugh: "Go, go! When you see that kid, beat us up hard. You father, you want to Discipline that bastard well!"

Zhu Biao smiled silently, feeling a little warm in his heart.

On the other side, Sun Gou'er has already called someone to lift up all the thresholds that have been made into live buttons.

The little eunuch who was serving the crown prince bowed and walked past the emperor's eyes, pushed the crown prince's wheelchair, and left the Zhongji Hall unimpeded all the way to the East Palace, which the crown prince hadn't returned to for many days.

(End of this chapter)