After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the paranoid prince

Chapter 235 Lost

His eyes fell on the small porcelain bottle. The medicine was prepared by Yue Rong before, and it has excellent curative effect on treating trauma.

It's just that when Mo Yang went to Miaojiang, he took away a lot, and there was not much left in the mansion, so he had to keep it for Shugong Shuheng.

They are more dangerous than themselves and need this more.

Thinking of tomorrow's palace banquet, he hesitated for a while, and finally put the small porcelain bottle in his arms.

On the desk case were piled up a few important letters collected from various places, as well as memorials copied by the Central Academy.

He picked up a memorial and opened it, seeing that the eldest prince was actually trying to take over the disaster relief in the Northwest, a sneer appeared on his lips.

The courtiers expressed their opinions, and half of them agreed with this matter. Only Prime Minister Wei did not move, and Liu Shangshu, who proposed the disaster relief plan, tried to recommend the second prince Li Changshu to take over the errand, but was rejected by the emperor. mention it.

The remaining half of the observers, headed by Prime Minister Wei, have been slow to express their views. Of course, it is impossible to recommend him.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, I want to see how good the fifth prince is.

Or to see if he has the ability to compete with other princes.

A cold light flashed in Li Yunlan's eyes as he held the memorial of the eldest prince's request.

The eldest prince is really getting more and more greedy. Since he undertook the construction of the dam on the Huaihe River, it took him more than a year to build it. The Ministry of Works requested funding one after another, but the day when the construction period was completed was never seen.

This time he wanted to get involved in disaster relief again, so he couldn't wait so fast, it would be unsightly to eat.

Referring to the plan proposed by Liu Shangshu, he began to write a more complete plan for disaster relief.

After finishing writing Qin Zhang and reading all the confidential letters, he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

Remembering that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, his eyes fell on another stack of letters, and he took it and flipped it over.

I didn't find the one I was looking for.

"Strange, why not?"

He turned it over again, still nothing, and couldn't help frowning.

Reach out from the drawer to find the topic of the literary meeting in Lingyun Tower.

It wrote Alan's first couplet, as well as the most popular second couplets in the building at that time.

It stands to reason that with his second line, he should be able to enter the top three.

I dare not say that my alliance will definitely be picked by Alan, but there should be a high probability.

Why haven't I received not only the invitation letter from Alan, but also the notification letter from Lingyunlou?

Could it be that his alliance fell out of the top three?

He glanced at the couplets on the paper again, and felt that he couldn't even rank among the top three.

Squeezing the space between his eyebrows, he put the piece of paper aside for the time being, and continued to read the memorials accumulated in the past two days.

Alan's invitation was very important to him. He didn't have the time and energy to please a woman, and the most important thing was that he couldn't afford to wait.

It seems that tomorrow he has to order Shuqi to check, who are the top three couplets in Lingyun Building this time.

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At the same time, in Prince Rui's mansion.

Li Junye was sitting behind the book desk, and beside him was a pile of memorials that looked a little messy after he had flipped through them.

His expression is comfortable and leisurely, and he seems to be in a particularly good mood.

It's just that his attention was not on the newly drawn household document about the embankment of the Huaihe River spread out in front of him, but on a delicate black lacquered round wooden eight-treasure box cut with mother-of-pearl.

The lid of the box had been opened, and a small black bug the size of a grain of rice lay inside.

Under the slightly flickering candlelight, it seemed that there was still an oily luster, which seemed a bit permeable.

(End of this chapter)