Zhu Zhanji still didn't give up, he stretched out his hands, moved Sun Lingwei's body over, and then parted her legs involuntarily, she wanted to scream, Zhu Zhanji blocked her small mouth with his big mouth full of heat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She couldn't scream.

Although Zhu Zhanji was moving her body, and his kiss was very lingering and passionate, at this moment, she only had one feeling: the more she kissed, the more sad she became!

The more Zhu Zhanji flattered her like this, the more sad she felt.

Zhu Zhanji knew what he was doing in his heart!

He was breaking the heart of a woman who loved him dearly.

A woman who was still spoiled some time ago.

So he tried to use this kiss, a physical feast in exchange for her forgiveness, to alleviate the guilt in his heart.

However, if you feel that you are gone, even if you pay it with your body, it will be powerless.

What's more, even the heart is gone.

It's a very boring love affair between a man and a woman.

Zhu Zhanji also felt it, and he quickly withdrew his troops hastily.

Sun Lingwei turned his head away, and silent tears slipped down again.

Three days later, when the emperor was about to leave the city, Empress Sun attended in full costume and took a group of concubines to see off Zhu Zhanji with joy.

"Your Majesty, drink this cup, and the concubines will be strong for you."

Sun Ling whispered and smiled.

"Thank you Queen, my harem will be handed over to the Queen."

Zhu Zhanji drank it all and was affectionate.

It seems that the emperor and queen are still in harmony, but only in their own hearts feel that in fact, this is just a formality, a kind of cutscene.

After drinking Sun Lingwei's send-off wine, Zhu Zhanji turned around to say goodbye, and then set off with Wu Wu lightly.

The prosperity of the capital soon flashed in front of him, Wu Wu sat in a carriage, Zhu Zhanji rode a horse beside him, and they gradually went out of the city and came to Changping County first.

A large field appeared in front of me, and there were farmers working on the side of the road.

"Father-in-law Hai, dismount. I'm going down and seeing. ”

Zhu Zhanji ordered the people around him to stop immediately, so he dismounted and asked a thin peasant: "Old man, how much rice and corn do you produce per mu in this field?" Is it better to prevent and control pests and diseases? ”

The peasant was so frightened that he hadn't come back to his senses when he suddenly saw such a magnificent, noble and handsome man appear in front of him, and he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

"Talk back. What does the emperor ask you? This is the emperor's car, you didn't even see it? ”

Father-in-law Hai hurriedly blamed the old farmer for being blind.

"No, the old man hasn't seen the emperor, it's hard to believe, naturally there is."

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and said amiably.

The old farmer saw the decoration of the true dragon emperor on Zhu Zhanji's clothes, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed: "The grass people see the emperor." Your Majesty, why did you come to our field in person? ”

The old farmer looked incredulous.

"I don't want to hear those reports below, so I'll take a look for myself."

Zhu Zhanji smiled and helped the old farmer up, and suddenly he said with great interest: "In the Tang Dynasty poetry, it is said that 'on the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass fall into the soil', I want to come today to experience for myself, how hard it is to plow the land and plow the field?" ”

After that, Zhu Zhanji ordered the guards to fetch the peasants' tools for plowing the fields and to plough the fields himself.

"Your Majesty, how can this be, the wise man works hard, the fool works hard, you are the Son of Heaven, how can you be such a lowly guy?"

The old farmer and his entourage dissuaded him.

"What's the matter, when the imperial grandfather took me on his first northern tour that day, he personally wrote the "Wrong Discipline", pointing out that agriculture is the foundation of the country, how can we despise agriculture? In my opinion, not only the Son of Heaven, but also the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty should practice and personally devote themselves to agricultural life when they have the opportunity. ”

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking solemnly, he took the peasant's hand and began to plow the land.

Zhu Zhanji ploughed the land, and he was still decent, needless to say, he really did that, like that, even the old farmers around him secretly admired it.

Every time Zhu Zhanji pushed, he stopped, turned back to the minister beside him, and said: "I just push three times, and I feel tired, not to mention that farmers work all year round!" Peasants work hard, as officials, remember, do not treat our peasants badly at any time. ”

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he ordered people to reward the peasants with money.

At this time, Wu Wu, who was watching silently in the carriage, couldn't help but give Zhu Zhanji a big thumbs up:

"Yes, everyone is equal before labor. If the emperors of all dynasties had a personal understanding of the lives and conditions of the peasants, as Zhu Zhanji did, they would have been able to take their interests into account when formulating policies. It will not allow so many farmers to be displaced and flee from place to place. ”

At this time, Wu Wu suddenly found that she had unconsciously accepted such a Zhu Zhanji.

He is a natural emperor, the art of manpower, the art of scheming, and the art of the emperor's mind have long been perfected; Martial arts, decisive killing, but compassionate; has a common heart, but has to bear some people;

Maybe that's the complexity of an emperor.

It is precisely because of this that although she thought that Zhu Zhanji secretly killed Emperor Jianwen without believing his words, and did not use force against the King of Han in his own name, she felt like eating a fly in her heart.

But she couldn't break with him like this.

On the contrary, she was accepting him little by little.

Accept his schemes, his belly is black.

Especially seeing the feeling of happiness among his people under the rule of Zhu Zhanji, Wu Wu felt even more that her forbearance and forgiveness were worth it.

"Sister-in-law, what are you thinking? Let's go, tonight, I'll take you to find the cricket. ”

Zhu Zhanji suddenly interrupted Wu Wu's thoughts.

"Okay. I wonder if this time, do you have any new cricket knowledge that you want to tell me with great interest? ”

Wu Wu agreed casually, because she knew that the current Zhu Zhanji was already a very professional cricket player.

Wu Wu's limited cricket scripture could no longer satisfy Zhu Zhanji at all, and now it was Wu Wu's turn to ask Zhu Zhanji for advice.

This time, Zhu Zhanji used the professional equipment he had prepared to catch crickets and quickly caught a few crickets.

"Don't catch it, let my crickets catch it. Let's fight crickets, and that's the most fun. ”

Zhu Zhanji held the two crickets in the jar, and said to Wu Wu with interest: "Come on, come on, take a look, let you see how the royal crickets are played?" ”

Zhu Zhanji first took out a small scale that was extremely rare.

Wu Wu took a closer look, this kind of "scale" is smaller than the old Chinese medicine auxiliary called Chinese medicine, the "scale rod" is ivory, thinner than chopsticks, fixed in a mahogany frame about one foot square.

"What are you using it for? Is it called a cricket? ”

Wu Wu was puzzled.