Yang Zheng was drunk and hazy when he returned to Xiyuan It was already midnight, and Ruyi, who had already returned, hurriedly went to cook the sobering soup and helped him fetch warm water.

After drinking a bowl of sobering soup and washing his face, Yang Zheng was refreshed, and said apologetically to Ruyi on the side, "You rest early, don't worry about me..."

"Childe hates slaves..."

Ruyi said with a resentful face.

"No, yes, whatever you want......"

Yang Zheng looked at Ruyi's appearance and said helplessly, although he felt wronged Ruyi, it felt good to serve such a beautiful woman gently.

"That's right, Childe, Sister Xiaoman said that she wanted to thank Childe in person, with glasses, Sister Xiaoman seems to be a different person..."

Draining the washing water, Ruyi, who came in with a basin, said to Yang Zheng in a coquettish voice.

"You can help me with a word, with a gesture, let Miss Xiaoman not take it to heart."

Yang Zheng shook his head, he risked giving her glasses, Li Zongming's eyes were already weird, if he went to see Li Xiaoman again, Li Zongming didn't know how to look at him.

Although Li Zongming did not show anything unusual, Yang Zheng could still feel that Li Zongming still looked down on his identity as a colt.

"Okay......" Ruyi nodded with some regret, thinking about how to tell Li Xiaoman tactfully.

Early the next morning, Yang Zheng carried the written plan, took the gold medal, and came to the Xihua Gate of the imperial city.

The gatekeeper of the forbidden army guarding the gate lazily leaned on the city gate to bask in the sun, and when he saw Yang Zhengjin walking straight to the city gate, he shouted angrily, "That boy, this is the forbidden land of the imperial city, hurry up and get out, otherwise don't blame the military master for not having long eyes..."

Yang Zheng was almost laughed at by this skin-like forbidden army, walked to the city gate without changing his face, took out the gold medal in his arms and held it up in front of the goalkeeper.

The goalkeeper, who was about to wave the scabbard to Yang Zheng, instantly released the scabbard in fright, knelt straight in front of Yang Zheng with his legs, and slammed his forehead to the floor.

"Adults forgive sins, villains have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, adults forgive sins..."

"Alright, get up..."

Yang Zheng looked at the goalkeeper's red and swollen forehead, and said angrily.

"Lord Xie, Lord Xie, I don't know where the adults are going, the villain will show you the way..."

The goalkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and said flatteringly.

Ordinary scholars, even if they are high school scholars, are not in their eyes, although they are low-status martial artists, but they are also the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, these scholars are not majestic to their heads, but Yang Zheng has a gold medal from the emperor, even if they are illiterate, they don't dare to offend at all, if this master says such a sentence in front of the official, exile is light.

This goalkeeper has been sending Yang Zheng to Ouchi, which is already the limit of ordinary forbidden troops, and further inside, the internal guards are in charge of guarding.

Seeing the gold medal in Yang Zheng's hand, a small yellow door respectfully led Yang Zheng through several heavily guarded palace gates, and only then did he come to the vertical arch hall where Zhao Zhen handled government affairs.

Zhao Zhen is a diligent emperor, when Yang Zheng came, he was summoning several ministers of the political hall in the Vertical Arch Palace, Yang Zheng waited in the side hall for half an hour before being taken to the Vertical Arch Hall by the inner attendants.

"See Your Majesty!"

Yang Zheng bowed.

"No courtesy, Qinghe came to see me early in the morning, presumably the plan was written?"

Zhao Zhen sat behind the imperial case and asked in a harmonious voice.

"Your Majesty Shengming, this is a plan written by Wei Chen, please take a look at it..."Yang Zheng took out a thick stack of pieces from his arms and said respectfully.

Wang Zhongzheng, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly took the chapter and held it to Zhao Zhen.

"Qinghe, you sit first, I will take a look first..."

Zhao Zhen took the piece and said softly to Yang Zheng.

The plan written by Yang Zheng was not written in accordance with the standard format of the Great Song Dynasty, but according to the standard format of the plans of later generations.

There is an outline, and each category is marked with numbers in detail, and the whole plan is clear at a glance.

It was the first time Zhao Zhen saw such a simple and clear recital, and the recitals of other ministers often had to quote classics, and countless allusions could be quoted for a trivial matter, lest others not know his literary brilliance and knowledge.

And there is no such thing at all on Yang Zheng's recital, and some of them are detailed data, which makes him understand the whole plan at a glance.

The whole plan Yang Zheng tried to write as much as possible, everything he could think of was written in it, Zhao Zhen was fascinated after the imperial case, and he seemed to have nothing to do when he was ready to explain to Zhao Zhen at any time.

Yang Zheng has always maintained a upright sitting posture, and he sat for more than an hour, and when Yang Zheng couldn't help but move his waist, Zhao Zhen finally finished reading the recital.

"Qinghe, the plan is very good, very good...", Zhao Zhen said with a sigh.

The quality of the plan depends not only on the results, but more importantly, whether the feasibility is high, in this era when there is no work plan, the plan written by Yang Zheng gave Zhao Zhen a great shock.

"You go and meet Fukang first, I will discuss it with a few Aiqing in the Political Affairs Hall..."While Yang Zheng was anxiously waiting for the following, Zhao Zhen changed his words and suddenly said to Yang Zheng.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Zhao Zhen obviously didn't discuss with him, so Yang Zheng had no choice but to bow down and answer.

Yang Zheng thought about asking Zhao Zhen to dissolve this marriage contract, but now people are soft-spoken, although I don't know why Zhao Zhen asked him to see Princess Fukang, could it be that Zhao Zhen is very satisfied with his son-in-law?

A thirteen-year-old girl, Yang Zheng has been in her thirties for two lifetimes, and it really feels a little weird, which kind of cooked food is his dish by Cao Min.

Princess Fukang in history is simply a tragedy, she was spoiled by Zhao Zhen, but she married someone she didn't like at all, and the person she liked was a eunuch...

A little eunuch led the way in front, and Yang Zheng followed behind, staring at the road in front of him, trying not to look at either side, except for Zhao Zhen's children, theoretically speaking, as long as it was a woman, it was Zhao Zhen's harem, and he didn't dare to look at it.

"Horse, in front of you is Princess Fukang's Lijing Palace, and the small ones can only be sent here..."

The little eunuch took Yang Zheng to a secluded palace gate and whispered to Yang Zheng.

After the little eunuch left, Yang Zheng took a deep breath in front of the palace gate, reached out and grabbed the copper ring on the door and knocked lightly twice.

After a while, there was a sound of light footsteps, and then the palace door was pulled open.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old palace maid appeared in front of Yang Zheng.

"Who are you?" The palace maid asked a little crampedly, and a handsome scholar suddenly appeared in front of her, which slowed the little palace maid's heartbeat by half a beat.

"Under Yang Zheng, the official family asked me to meet Her Royal Highness the Princess", Yang Zheng looked at this little girl who was a little shy and said with a smile.

"You're Yang Zheng?" The little palace maid's eyes widened and she looked at Yang Zheng incredulously.

"Yes", Yang Zheng said helplessly.

"Wait, wait..., I'll report to the princess..."

The little palace maid reacted at this time, stammered and finished speaking, closed the palace door with a bang, lifted the skirt and ran back.

Yang Zheng stood outside the palace gate a little helplessly, this is the treatment of marrying a princess, now seeing the princess, he has to report to the princess, he was asked by Zhao Zhen to come, otherwise he will not even be able to get to Lijing Palace, even if he arrives, he may not be able to discipline the palace maid by the princess's side.

After marriage, it is even worse, not to mention the low status, the princess may not be able to see it.

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