His Royal Highness, Wants a Divorce!

Yan Ke thought about the wall for a long time before the temperature on the burning face gradually dropped. Then, after sighing, he opened the door and saw the old manager standing with a red face.

The two looked at each other face to face. Yan Ke had finally adjusted his mentality. When he saw the embarrassment on the wrinkled face of the old manager, he suddenly exploded.

I shouted in my heart: you understand this! !!

Supervisor: "Mr.-Prince, then this stew Sydney ..."

Yan Ke: "Thank you."

Yan Ke reached out to take it, and smiled at the old manager, trying to relieve this terrible embarrassment once.

"Old slave ... actually doesn't mean that."

Yan Ke: "..."

Well, he thought he and the senior manager would be acquainted with this embarrassing thing to keep silent, and it seems that they are not tacit.

Not only was there no tacit understanding, the old steward also stabbed him out late.

"My fault···"

"No, no, it's the slave's fault, it's the slave who didn't make it clear."

"It's my fault. It's all my thoughts."

Seeing that the old steward was still preparing to grab the pot, Yan Ke suddenly laughed and forced the topic to pass away. He said, "Where is Meng You?"

"In the study."

Yan Ke nodded. After three or two had finished the preparation of the Sydney, he hurried into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch.

"Yan Ke, I'm eating here today ~" Tang Qi walked in, glanced at Yan Ke, and greeted him, saying to Yan Ke that he was about to leave a meal.

"Okay, is Meng Han here?"

"Here it is, in the study." Tang Qi turned and walked toward the study, looking at the frowning two people in the room. He sat next to him and sighed.

Doing things in their place, or they do not know the emperor's hardships, but this way to fill the loophole of tribute to the Chu State by increasing the tax revenue of the people is undoubtedly the demolition of the eastern wall to fill the western wall, and will not fundamentally Solve the problem.

What's more, Chu is a bottomless pit. Even if they cut their own flesh to feed them, they will not be content.

Meng Han scratched his head a little irritably, looked at Meng You with a cold face, and said, "So, was it because of this that you were beaten last time? Father Huang is really old, it is really getting more and more The less reliable it is. "

Tang Qi listened to these words and pushed Meng Han a little bit worried: "His Highness Seven, you can't say this indiscriminately."

Although you are a prince ... but your brother is a prince, isn't he also rewarded with a board because he hit the emperor?

"Originally, what is this? This is the official forcing the people against it." Meng Han patted the table, thinking that Meng You had been beaten for a board because of this incident, and was banned from footing. "Brother, otherwise, let's talk to the prestigious old ministers in North Korea? Although the father is very stubborn, it is not to say no."

Meng You shook his head: "What do you want to do? Even if the father and the emperor would not guess you, gathering party feathers in the middle of the DPRK would be impeached."

Meng You glanced at the memorials that Tang Qi took from the Imperial Study, and most of them agreed to the emperor to increase taxes to make up for the supplies of the Chu country.

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