Chapter 485: Chang'an's Movements

The son looked curiously on the side, just now Zheng Rong said that there was a baby in her belly, she suddenly became energetic, saying that she wanted the baby to come out and hug her, which made Zheng Rong cry and laugh.

The old mother in the house and the famous Xi Po in Yangzhou were sitting on the side with a red face at the moment and telling Zheng Rong what to pay attention to, Zheng Rong not only listened carefully, but also called a few literate maids to record it on the side.

The old doctor in the house stood aside and smiled, the young lady's joy pulse was diagnosed by him, this is his glory!

"Rong'er, how are you feeling now?" Cai Cong walked in and ignored everyone, walked to Zheng Rong's side and touched her belly, and asked with infinite tenderness.

"Husband, we finally have a baby." Zheng Rong said emotionally, with tears in the corners of her eyes, God knows how much pressure she has had over the years, marrying a Tianjiao, everyone looks at her performance, she is cautious and afraid that there will be a little mistake and embarrass Cai Cong, and the biggest pain in her heart is that she has not been married for many years without having sex with her, and she cannot pass on the lineage, which makes her feel that she is not accepted by Cai Cong's family.

"Hmmm! Thank you, thank you Rong'er for your dedication. You are the first to inherit our family. Baby, call Daddy. ”

Cai Cong said to Zheng Rong with emotion, he knows best how much pressure this stupid woman has undergone, otherwise he would not let her drug herself by any means.

"Puff...... Brother Cai is stupid, how can the baby be called daddy before he grows up? ”

When the two of them looked at each other with affection, the son said very inappropriately, and everyone lowered their heads to eat and snicker, this is probably the most stupid time for this smart and wise Hou Ye.

"Hehe, I have to send someone to Chang'an to inform the old man and my mother of the good news, and Your Majesty and Niangniang also have to talk about it. Ha...... I'm so happy, it's too sudden, you don't want to serve the young lady in the future, send some experienced women to serve, and you must not make a mistake. ”

Cai Cong came to his senses and commanded the others, Zheng Rong's personal maid nodded busily, they had just heard the precautions that Xi Po said, their heads were big, and they were naturally afraid that they would make a mistake.

"Husband, rest assured, the concubine has already sent someone to Chang'an to report the good news, and I believe that it won't be long before my mother-in-law will send someone. Husband, I'm sleepy and want to go sleep for a while. ”

Zheng Rong said with a smile, and stretched out his little white hand to Cai Cong arrogantly, asking Cai Cong to help her.

In this life, I can play a little sex against a man unscrupulously, but this is the only time, so I naturally have to play a little sex well.

"Xiao Congzi sent Madame back to rest." Cai Cong said with a smile, bending over Zheng Rong's hand like a little eunuch and saying.

When he reached the door, he was stopped by several women with stiff faces before he could enter.

"Master Hou, please stop, this is a forbidden place for the next few months, and it is strictly forbidden for Lord Hou to step in. You come back in another three months. ”

Cai Cong looked at several women with a dark face, and their eyes made him very unhappy, it was like he was a flower thief!

"Hehe, husband, let's go live in the courtyard next door! You can't mess around during this time! Zheng Rong grinned, shook his hand at Cai Cong, and disappeared into the door with a gust of incense.

"Ben Hou will go in and have a look, and he won't ......" Cai Cong protested, and several old women crossed their waists to block the door, looking at Cai Cong with contempt.

"Master Hou, as the old saying goes, young people are in the right place, that is, young people can't control their taste when they eat marrow, so for the safety of Little Master Hou in the future, you are strictly forbidden to enter the room."

"Am I such a person?"

Cai Cong said loudly, Zheng Rong's laughter came from the room, and all the servants outside the room nodded wildly, eating the marrow and knowing the taste was not a joke.

Cai Cong was helplessly defeated, and they could only occupy the main courtyard.

Li Tai brought many officials to the door to say hello, Cai Cong put away his depressed mood to accept everyone's congratulations, and held a feast to entertain many officials.

After drinking too much at night, Cai Cong wanted to go to the yard, but was forcibly dragged to the yard next door by a dozen prepared families.

The next day he only had to look into the courtyard, and the people looked at him like a thief. From that day on, except for being able to accompany Zheng Rong during the day, he could never return to the warm quilt at night.

However, this is also beneficial, without the labor at night, Cai Cong is more energetic in handling government affairs during the day, and soon arranges government affairs properly and goes to talk and chat with Zheng Rong.

In two months, most of the counties in Datang began to build roads, and the academy was in a big position at this time, not only undertaking the measurement of road docking across the country, but more importantly, the chronicle was finally completed.

Zhao Zhujie pulled the first set of printed chronicles from the academy to Chang'an with an ox cart, and the students escorted them with swords along the way, and everyone trembled with excitement.

After reading such a rigorous history book, even the Yan family and the Shandong Confucian family said with emotion: "This book is published, and the history of China can be passed on." The history of the world after today is only contained in this volume. ”

Zhao Zhujie advanced step by step, the scholars of Chang'an slowly followed behind him, this book made Zhao Zhujie and others, now they are not weaker than Sima Qian in Confucianism tomorrow, and they will surpass them over time.

Li Shimin sat in the Taiji Hall and waited, and many officials also stood quietly waiting, such a huge historical fact, what a precious treasure it should be, taking history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao Zhujie outside the palace brought the chronicle book to ask to see."

"Xuan~"

"Grass people Zhao Zhujie, meet Your Majesty." Zhao Zhujie was dressed in coarse linen and bowed to Li Shimin plainly.

"Hurry up, old gentleman, I heard that the chronicle of the amazing masterpiece has been written?"

Li Shimin hurriedly said, Zhao Zhujie nodded and said: "Back to Your Majesty, I can't say that the book is finished, but it has been written this year, and the future History Academy will record and compile a book every ten years." Now in the chronicle, from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to Zhenguan, a total of 3,843 years, everything has been recorded.

The text totaled 23,250,000 words, with a total of 30,000 citations, and took 10 years, more than 10,000 people, and 607,380 pieces of silver. The treasure of the world is also ~ This is the first volume printed to dedicate to Your Majesty. ”

"Okay, Dezhongbao watched it from time to time, and Yan Dong ordered someone to clean up the imperial study and store the chronicle well. There must be no room for error. ”

Li Shimin said happily, as for the manuscript, he did not dare to ask for it, it is said that the academy spent 5,000 taels of silver to build a building to store the manuscript and supporting materials, and entering and exiting this building must go through at least ten verification procedures, which shows how much the academy values manuscripts.

Li Shimin's acceptance of the chronicle shows that the contemporary emperor has recognized the status of the chronicle, and Zhao Zhujie no longer procrastinated, and after saluting Li Shimin, he left the Taiji Palace.

"Your Majesty heard that the chronicle is Cai Cong, isn't this a bit fake, I heard that in addition to participating in it at the beginning, he has not participated in writing books at all in the past seven or eight years."

(End of chapter)