my wife is queen

Chapter 9
Waste water to sea
The simple four words made Sun Gong and Yuan Gong fall into contemplation. They sat back on the little scorpion again, looking at the back of the master and maidservant leaving, their eyes changed a little bit.

Compared with the pheasant slaves, the cute ones think that there is less grain transported, because the number of merchant ships is increasing day by day, and the water boats carried by the water canal can only reduce, and the grain grains transported will also decrease.

If the sea route is changed, more grain will be shipped in.

Sun Gong and Yuan Gong knew well that the disadvantages of the bad governance of water transportation were fire consumption and shortage. From the more than 600 million stones in Xuanzong's reign, only 190 million stones in Jiazhen Dynasty remained.

Lend the merchants ten guts, and they dare not compete with the water boats to seize the waterway of the water canal.

Sun Gong rarely became interested in the identity of a young man: "Does Yuan Gong know the identity of that young man, Zhang Juzheng's nephew? Or Yan Song's grandson? Or Gu Xiancheng's disciple."

Yuan Gong shook his head lightly: "At his young age, he has such a sophisticated view of the political situation. He can only be a few prime ministers in the cabinet or the sons of the six ministries. You and I both feel that the words are thought-provoking. It's just that, during this period of time, we have had a lot of contact, and Grandpa Sun also knows that this little friend is indifferent, and it is unlikely that he is the younger generation of those who are fighting in court."

A little friend said from Yuan Gong's mouth.

The several imposing and majestic men behind the two looked at Yuan Gong in surprise, not quite believing that this was what Yuan Gong could say.

Sun Gong also took a look at Yuan Gong, with a smile on his face, but his heart was itchy: "Half-talking is the most annoying thing, this kid only said four words, and he didn't say a word. Gaihai will still do it for the little girl next to him. Don’t let the old man run into this kid, if I run into him again, if you don’t make it clear, don’t think about leaving.”

Mr. Yuan felt the same way, and sighed: "The sentence of waste water to sea is more attractive than the silk and bamboo pipa of Jinshui River. It seems that I won't be able to sleep tonight."

On the banks of the Jinshui River, silk and bamboo pipas were sung, accompanied by the mellow voices of the Qing courtiers. The scholars sitting by the corridors nearby all shook their heads involuntarily, beating the beat with their palms.

Only Sun Gong and Yuan Gong were frowning, no matter how beautiful the little song was, it lost its flavor.

The two sat in the same place, thinking about the idea of ​​abolishing the water and changing the sea, and gradually turned into two clay statues in the temple, motionless.

"Master?!"

Li Mian walked back to the mansion along the banks of the Jinshui River, when a slightly surprised voice suddenly came from the side, saying that there are more princes in the capital, and they are in the ten-mile fireworks resort where there are many ladies.

Li Mian would not pretend to be sentimental and think that it was a woman who called him a young master, she was just calling him a son-in-law who had no name in the capital, and did not have such a great reputation.

However, this soft and waxy voice is quite special, and I have only heard it once.

No matter who it is, anyone who has heard this soft and waxy voice will probably never forget it.

Li Mian was no exception, he searched and looked over, and smiled involuntarily: "What a coincidence, it turns out that you also live in Shichahai."

The small window cuts the winter, and the beauty is picturesque.

A woman is sitting in front of a willow window, and a branch of red wintersweet is painted on the window screen, adding a touch of color to the winter.

Just like this woman, without makeup, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, probably the only color on the banks of the Jinshui River.

Like a painting of a lady.

Li Mian's eyes subconsciously shifted to the woman's chest, but unfortunately he was restrained and couldn't see the grand scene that morning.

The woman noticed Li Mian's gaze, and her face flushed slightly, remembering the embarrassment that morning, especially when she jumped up in front of him when it collapsed, her heart became more and more embarrassing.

The woman pulled up her skirt, put her hands on her slender waist, and made a blessing: "The servant misunderstood the young master that day, please don't blame the young master, the round collar robe has been washed by myself, and it is placed on the second floor to dry. The servant will take it and return it."

The woman 'da da' stepped on the wooden corridor and walked up to the second floor where the windows were closed. She took the round-neck robe that was draped in front of her that day, walked down again, stretched out her white lotus-like arm, and handed it over.

Li Mian took it casually, and smelled a faint fragrance, a kind of saponin mixed with a woman's fragrance, presumably it was the body fragrance of the woman in front of him.

Li Mian held the round-neck robe over his arm, chatted casually, and prepared to leave.

It's a long time to come, I know the address of the other party, and when I come back on Wumingji, I just pass by here and chat for a few words.

The pheasant slave stood by, nervously staring at the woman in front of the Lamei window, her small face was full of guard, and she forgot to bite the candied fruit in her mouth.

She took the initiative to say that she would go to the cruise ship to listen to the music, and she was sure that the noble people on the Jinshui River were not as beautiful as Princess Changping, and my uncle would not be tempted.

This woman was quite different. Although she was dressed in a cloth skirt and wooden hairpin, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The concubines in the palace were not as beautiful as her.

Even the coquettish and bitch Zheng Guifei still doesn't have the refined appearance of this woman.

The woman smiled slightly, she was really amused by the pretty and cute appearance of the pheasant slave who was nervous. The two met for the first time, why the pheasant slave was full of guard against her.

However, the demeanor of the young man who presented the robe made her feel curious, and she never showed any disgusting foolishness. She subconsciously glanced at her chest, closed her eyes, and looked calm.

The woman's smile became a little more relaxed and natural. It seems that she did not intend to get close to her deliberately, and staged a Kunqu opera that she encountered by chance in Pujiu Temple.

Ask her to repay her kindness, and let her marry this person as a wife with her own body.

What the woman didn't expect was even more.

Li Mian did not hesitate to leave, chatted a few words, left a word before turning around and leaving, never had the intention of taking the opportunity to kiss Fang Ze, on the contrary, he wanted to leave earlier.

The woman touched her cheek that could be broken by blowing bombs, and felt strange, it is possible that her hair turned gray overnight, why is the gentleman who gave the robe not the slightest bit of nostalgia.

The woman saw that he was not pretending, she completely let go of her guard, and took the initiative to talk: "I haven't asked the young master's name yet."

The pheasant slave clenched her little pink fist, and became nervous again, muttering in her mouth, this woman called out to the uncle again and again, she must have been overwhelmed by the talent of the uncle, secretly promised, and fell in love with her. Uncle.

That's right, my son-in-law is Xie Yuangong, the provincial tester in Beizhili, and this woman is quite discerning.

Li Mian stopped without turning his head, and said casually, "Li Mian, Li Jinguan."

The woman waited for a few breaths, but she never saw Li Mian asking her name, she covered her cherry mouth and laughed, feeling that this young man named Li Mian is really a wonderful person.

The woman took the initiative to talk about Fang's name: "My family is called Chen Yuanyuan."

(End of this chapter)