Feng Ling sent Tang Jian and the others back, and talked about the tax merchant with Li Shimin in detail. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Shimin asked her half-truthfully: "Your family is also a merchant, so why don't you be taboo if you don't want to see a tax merchant the most?" ”

Feng Ling sat beside his desk, and said with a serious face: "The saint's words are bad, although Feng Ling is also a businessman, he is not the kind of person who only has cash and short-term profits in his eyes. Now in business, Western Xinjiang is the most prosperous, but also the most dangerous, long business road, if the military resources are tight, without the protection of the Tang Dynasty, it is difficult for one or two of the ten caravans to return safely, where is there a full meal for our merchants? If the business is smooth and there are no bandits, the merchants are profitable, but they can make a long-term livelihood if they make a very small profit. Which is more important, which is more important and which is the profit and which is the loss, are all in front of us. ”

Li Shimin twisted his beard and smiled deeply: "You are also taught by your enlightened and reasonable Daddy?" ”

The wind spirit lowered his eyes and sighed faintly: "The truth that seeking profit is not limited to the present, and it is necessary to take a long-term view. The military defense is important to the people and business, but it was taught by the Yandu Captain who was punished in the Chengtianmen guard. ”

Li Shimin's gaze swept over her, and he deliberately turned back to take one more look, raised his eyebrows, and did not say a word.

When an inner supervisor came in outside the hall to report that Honglu Temple Qing asked to see him, Feng Ling retreated behind Li Shimin in a good time, and stood quietly with his eyes down. She knew in her heart that no matter how different the saint treated her, she was the Son of Heaven after all, and the supreme right created his unpredictability, and she couldn't indulge in right and wrong with him, she could only mention one or two sentences through the cracks.

And I have said enough today, and all the thoughts in my heart have been achieved, which can be regarded as smooth, and we should not rush forward any more.

In the evening, Feng Ling sat back to Zhaoqing Palace, passing by the Chengtian Gate, the guard really changed shifts, she looked around in front of the city gate through the hanging veil, did not see the figure of Fu Yanyan, suddenly remembered that he is now the team, after the afternoon when she walked with the car, the team came out of the inside, there is no need to really stand outside to guard.

She withdrew her gaze, and the inner eunuch who was carrying her chariot had already passed through the Chengtian Gate. Feng Ling remembered what he saw on the city wall in the afternoon, and couldn't help but look up at the city wall, and at a glance he saw a figure beside the building, standing still, staring from afar.

She knew at a glance who that figure was. Her heart was hot, and the panic and reasoning of the day had exhausted her, but the gaze cast from afar on the city wall lifted her, and she could not lift the veil in front of her, and she could look at it more than one glance through a hazy light veil.

Feng Ling returned to Zhaoqing Palace, and Xingye ran out first, still a little unconvinced, and bent his knees to Feng Linghastily: "The lady is back." ”

Feng Ling replied in his heart: No one is pressing, why do you need to come if you don't want to come out to greet you. But she was really tired today, and she didn't want to talk to her, so she just glanced at her with her eyes, and then went into the main courtyard by herself.

Zhuzhi was waiting for her in front of the main house, and when he saw her come in, he bowed his knees with a smile, much more serious than the bow of the apricot leaf. "Gu Niangzi is finally back, hurry up and go to Anren Hall to thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Wind Spirit frowned in question.

Zhuzhi followed her to the main house, and replied behind her: "The Ministry of Civil Affairs has collected our peony fee, and has been cooking porridge in the suburbs of Beijing, the saint is happy, and has rewarded a lot of things to the Anren Palace. ”

"Peony?" Feng Ling had put this matter behind him, and after a little review, Fang recalled it and said with a smile: "But I casually made an idea, and it happened to be useful, which is also worth the credit?" Besides, I borrowed the face of my wife, and this reward was also given to my wife by a saint, so I didn't dare to use it. ”

Feng Lingzi was spinning in his mind: in the second half of the night, in the Liangyi Palace, the Shangshu, Shilang, and Langzhong of the Ministry of Civil Affairs were all there, and no one mentioned the matter of gathering money and silk in the harem for disaster relief, and the saint did not mention a word, this sudden reward, I am afraid that Yang Shufei paid for it.

Zhuzhi smiled and persuaded: "It's better to thank you, this is also the rule in the palace." ”

Zhuzhi persuaded him all the way, and Feng Ling secretly sneered: Looking at me, don't you know that you are from Anren Palace? Last time you knocked on the apricot leaves, you didn't know how to wake up? Concubine Yang Shufei's reward did not come out of thin air, and nine times out of ten, she asked for something. Now she can put down her body and ask me to come here, only the business tax, there is no side, the wind is so fast, about she not only put her eyes and ears in the Zhaoqing Palace, but even in the Liangyi Palace.

She stopped, sat down on the couch, and asked casually, "When will this reward come?" ”

Zhuzhi was stunned for a moment, and replied cautiously: "It has only been a short time since I came, and the eunuch of Anren Hall just ate tea and left, and now I hurry up to thank you for a reward, which is not rude." ”

Zhu Zhi vigorously plucked the wind spirit to Anren Hall to thank her, Yang Shufei should have something to entrust her, and it is inconvenient to say it clearly, the Ministry of the People's Republic of China has been disturbed by her in the second half of the day, where did she come from to pay attention to the porridge shed on the outskirts of the city. Feng Ling was sure that Concubine Yang Shu was here for the business tax, and she and Princess Gaoyang both had a lot of merchants in their hands.

Feng Ling raised his face and coquettishly to the bamboo branch: "Good sister, let me eat a few bites of food, I didn't eat enough in the Liangyi Hall at noon, and now I am so hungry that I can't walk a step anymore." After that, she simply kicked the silk shoes, sat on the couch, and waited for the food table with a tired face, it was her excuse to eat, but the tiredness was genuine.

Zhuzhi was helpless, so he had to hurry up and urge the palace maid to serve the food table. She was anxious and urgent, and the palace maids acted half faster than usual.

When the food table was brought to the wind spirit, she crossed her legs and tasted the food on the table with great interest.

"Sister Zhuzhi, is this cold tao using mung beans or locust leaves?" She asked, pointing to the bowl of pink light green Leng Tao in front of her.

"At this time, the locust leaves are not fragrant, and the heat is also big, so naturally mung beans are used." Takeeda Patience explained.

"When I was young, at home, my mother sometimes used bamboo leaves to refrigerate and tao, which was more fragrant than locust leaves." Feng Ling slowly picked up a cold tao and tasted it carefully.

"Sister Zhuzhi, is this roasted beef?" She asked, pointing to a plate of meat in surprise.

"It's tender calf." There was a bit of helplessness in Zhuzhi's tone.

Feng Ling became more and more surprised: "Really, Sister Zhuzhi, you can know that the beef outside the palace is very valuable, and it is usually not allowed to buy and sell privately......" She stuffed a piece of the entrance, tasted it and praised it again.

Later, she held the jade chopstick to clamp the quail eggs, and the quail eggs that were as smooth as jade and slippery as pancreas rolled around under her jade chopstick, and it took a lot of effort to clamp one, and was about to be sent to the mouth, and fell to the ground again. Zhuzhi hurriedly cleaned up, and secretly hated in his heart: why did he bring this thing to her. When she cleaned up and looked up, she saw that the wind spirit was concentrating on the other round quail egg. (To be continued.) )