The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 366 Who Is The Trash Behind Anshou?

With Song Lanyi's suggestion, Zhu Chuanye seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

He couldn't wait to run back to King Qi's mansion, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he ran to the study, took out ink pen and white paper, and began to write vigorously there.

His movement is not insignificant.

Even Mrs. Zhang and Zhu Ji, one of the left-behind children, asked Song Lanyi for news intentionally or unintentionally.

In the past, this kid would have a headache when he saw a book, and he wished he could turn around and leave.

Why did you take the initiative to hold a pen and write today?

It's like changing someone.

Faced with these questions, Song Lanyi just smiled slightly, and said vaguely, "People will always change."

The other side.

More than a month has passed since King Qi conquered the world.

From the outside world's point of view, King Qi, who is proud of his spring breeze, is now facing a predicament that makes him utterly devastated.

"My lord, the water of the Wei River from the east has been cut off, and the celestial phenomenon has been interfered by the dragon's veins of the Jinling Emperor. According to the feng shui expert who watched the stars at night, there may be a severe drought in the future, and there may be a shortage of food."

King Qi sat in the first place, his military uniform was still on, and his eyes were deeply tired.

His index finger tapped lightly on the armrest, making a dull and regular tapping sound.

He frowned, "In your opinion, what should we do?"

The doorman below pondered for a moment, "The root of the matter should be food. If the warehouse is solid, even if there is a severe drought, there should be no worries."

King Qi stared at the doormen for a long time before he asked quietly, "Then how can we make the granary full?"

When the doorman said this, he couldn't help talking eloquently, "If you want a good year, you need good weather and no locust plagues, so that you can harvest a large amount of food."

After hearing this, King Qi picked up an inkstone at hand and threw it at the doorman, "Damn you, I asked you if you survived the disaster year, and you said you need enough food. I asked you how to make food enough, you Said to have good weather. If my mother can have good weather, will it still be a disaster year?"

As he spoke, he glared at the doorman with hatred.

The doorman was dumb, only to realize belatedly that he seemed to have said some nonsense.

The doorman's cheeks flushed when he heard it, and he dared not speak in embarrassment.

King Qi stood up and walked repeatedly in the hall, frowning, forming a deep "Chuan" character.

At this moment, another counselor seemed to have no intention of saying, "My lord, there are two urgent solutions. One is to cultivate high-yielding, drought-resistant seeds."

When King Qi heard this, he just shook his head, "Although this method is good, it is too difficult and takes too long. Now that a severe drought is imminent, I am afraid that it will not be a short time to cultivate two suitable ones."

The counselor said persuasively, "Since this is the case, we have to come up with another method."

King Qi showed an expression of interest at the right time, and said softly, "Oh?"

The counselor immediately talked eloquently, "The so-called second method is naturally to hold a large number of poetry gatherings and create poems and parallel essays praying for rain, so as to alleviate the severe drought."

King Qi stroked the jasper finger in his hand, his expression was calm, as if he was thinking about something.

The counselor was not in a hurry, just bowed his body, waiting for the next development.

In the silence, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

The counselor's ear twitched sharply, on the surface he was calm, but in fact there was already a smile in his eyes that he was determined to win.

King Qi was interrupted from thinking all of a sudden, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

But when he stretched out his mental power and found out that the person who came was none other than his sixth son—Zhu Bing, his anger faded a little.

Zhu Bing is the bastard son of a maidservant, and he is always well-behaved and obedient.

Even though he was inferior to Zhu Ji and Zhu Chuanye in King Qi's heart, he still had some father-son affection after all.

King Qi rubbed his eyebrows and said lightly, "Come in."

As soon as Zhu Bing stepped into the study, there was an uncontrollable look of joy on his face.

He knelt down and said directly, "Congratulations to my father, this time there was a severe drought in Beiliang, but scholars from all over the world went to Tengyuan Pavilion to hold a poetry meeting to pray for rain and praise my father's merits, so as to survive the severe drought and stabilize the situation." Military spirit."

As he spoke, Zhu Bing lowered his head, but there was still a smug complacency on his face.

Now Zhu Ji and Zhu Chuanye's two legitimate sons are far away in Beiliang, now is just the best time for him to please King Qi.

It's just that when he was thinking wildly, the surrounding atmosphere gradually became depressing and scary.

After a long time, King Qi's eyes turned cold, as if he had no intention of saying, "Is this your idea alone?"

Zhu Bing thought it was a reward for meritorious deeds.

He immediately laughed and said, "This is all the result of the son pulling the rope alone. It is what the son should do. Father doesn't need to reward me."

"boom!"

A teacup hit Zhu Bing directly on the forehead.

There was still bright red blood on his forehead, winding all the way down, looking extremely hideous and frightening.

Zhu Bing was stunned, not knowing how things would turn out like this.

Logically speaking, shouldn't his father reward him for his meritorious deeds?
King Qi sneered, "I haven't conquered this world yet, you have already had such thoughts. During the time of Jingnan, you made friends from aristocratic families and promised fame and wealth. I'm afraid that if I don't conquer this world, this half of the country will be destroyed." It has already been divided up by unfilial sons like you!"

Zhu Bing turned pale when he heard the phrase "unfilial son".

In the future, if King Qi really ascended to the throne of the emperor, the evaluation of "unfilial son" alone will be recorded in the history books by the daily officials, and will be judged by future generations, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years.

Zhu Bing only felt that the sky was spinning in front of his eyes, and then suddenly it went dark, and he felt like he was escaping in a dream.

The counselor behind him was very anxious, knelt down in front of King Qi, and said in great distress, "My lord, His Highness Bing's actions are certainly selfish, but more, I'm afraid it's to relieve the lord's worries!"

He paused, seemingly hesitating.

King Qi turned around, intending to pick up a guy and throw it at him, but he found that there was nothing besides Yuxi.

He could only hold back his breath, and said in a bad mood, "A man, what does it look like to falter when you talk. I'll give you three breaths, if you like to talk or not. After three breaths, I don't want to listen to you anymore."

The counselor's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

But now, he can only continue talking.

"His Royal Highness Bing did something inappropriate. But on the battlefield, he was a good man who fought side by side with the soldiers. He was brave and good at fighting, and was recognized by the three armies. Unlike Shi Zi and His Royal Highness Ye... who are guarding the rear..."

silence.

There was complete silence.

When these words came out, King Qi was not as angry as the counselor imagined, but was frighteningly silent.

It was this kind of silence that made the counselor feel uneasy.

At this moment, he would rather King Qi yell at him than he can't figure out the depth like now.

And at this moment, an urgent report came from outside the study.

"Report—there is an urgent report from Beiliang City!"

ps: I went to Suzhou the day before yesterday...but the state collapsed again, alas, sometimes, I always feel that I am so useless, always controlled by emotions, I don’t even know those people who can heal themselves without medicine, How exactly.But this downturn was much shorter, which is good news.Be cautious next time you travel. If you are in my state, try to travel as little as possible.

(End of this chapter)