"Wang'er, is your Ji'an Tai still warm?" Yao Yufeng's eyes were full of pity and asked.

Wang's eldest son, Ji Hanrong, and his mother concubine Yao Yufeng had lunch together, and the secret fragrance of flowers was fumigated according to the temperature of the hollow heating in the Feng Palace, which made the spring-like fragrance in the palace linger, which was really a different luxury enjoyment.

Yao Yufeng showed a rare loving smile and said in a harmonious voice: "Recently, I have been listening to politics, but are you still used to it?" Yao Yufeng remained silent, gossiping like a homely thing, and asked while scooping soup for Ji Hanrong.

"The mother concubine is so self-cherishing, and she must not overwork for her sons. The child is fine, everything is fine in Ji'antai, thank you to the mother concubine, and thank you to Uncle Wang. Although Ji Hanrong is disrespectful to the prince on weekdays, he looks like he can't drop his tail, but when he arrived at Yifeng Palace, in front of Duan Ji, he was extremely submissive, he got up and replied to Yu Yufeng.

The front hall, the back bed, and the side hall of the Yifeng Palace, every room is very warm.

Yao Yufeng's mother's family, Nanquan Yao clan, has a craftsman named Yao Niqiao, forty or fifty years old, proficient in the art of erecting beams, making stoves, and ventilation. Hokyo arrives in winter, and it's cold and long. When the palace was built, Xiao Niqiao was invited into the palace to build hollow heating facilities for Phoenix Terrace, Simin Terrace, Ji'an Terrace, Zhengyuan Palace, Yifeng Palace, and Diexi Palace.

The important thing is that after the construction, long-term heating, the labor and charcoal wood are a long-term cost, which is a real luxury.

King Wu of Zhou has suffered from cough for many years, and Yi Jiang wants to use the hollow beam technology to make Phoenix Terrace warmer, but because of the huge cost, he has given up, but Yao Yufeng has allocated a large amount of materials from Nanquan to fund the construction of the palace. She is well-behaved and sleek, indicating that she wants to plan for the health of the king and queen, and for the prince to enjoy happiness forever, this heating structure, so only a few important palaces were built. The rest of the concubines in the harem were also exempted.

Wang Er sat down and replied. Come, here's lamb soup, eat it while it's hot. After Yao Yufeng ordered Ji Han Rong to sit down, he personally served him vegetables and soup, and his love was beyond words.

"Mother, you can eat more." Ji Hanrong also scooped a spoonful of soup for Duan Ji and added it to her bowl.

"Mother, mother, you are partial, and the mother doesn't hurt Rui Duoer." At this time, Princess Ruiduo was also on the side, having lunch with the eldest brother and mother, and seeing that Duan Ji was scooping soup and vegetables for Ji Hanrong, she pouted and said in a coquettish voice.

"Rui Duo is the heart and liver of the mother concubine, how can she not hurt you? Bub. Duan Ji tapped Princess Ruiduo's nose with her fingers like green onions, with a kind smile on her face, and took the opportunity to sandwich a piece of sweet cake for her, and Ruiduo at a young age became happy.

"Wang'er, listen to the political council, in the court, be vigilant, be careful everywhere, ask your maternal uncle more if you have nothing to do, as well as the great secretary of the government, the great uncle Xian Yukun, these people, you have to get closer to them, if you don't understand, you must ask for more advice." Duan Ji Zhengse told Ji Hanrong.

"Don't worry, the princess listens to the government, and the master and the master have made up their minds about many things, and the prince he... When Ji Hanrong spoke, he saw Duan Ji's brows tightly locked, so he stopped.

"Go on!" Seeing that Ji Hanrong stopped talking, Duan Ji accentuated his tone and said in a low voice.

"Mother, I, I!" Ji Hanrong knew that his mother had never liked to hear the word 'prince', so he snorted, only called his mother concubine, and stopped talking.

"Alas, I don't blame you, I don't blame you!" Seeing that her son was silent, Duan Ji felt a pain in her heart and muttered to herself.

"Mother, please rest assured, child, child must work hard, and you will not be allowed to work hard for the child." Ji Hanrong stood up suddenly, stepped forward, knelt on his knees, and said.

"Good child, don't worry about the mother, don't worry about the mother!" Duan Ji spoke earnestly, helped Ji Hanrong up, and there were tears in her eyes. After she asked Ji Hanrong to sit down, she said, "After lunch, go to my father to say goodbye and go to Phoenix Terrace." In the future, you must keep in mind. Your father is sick, and as a son, he should greet him more. ”

"Don't worry, the child will go in a while." Ji Hanrong was full of energy, young and handsome, he answered while drinking the soup in the bowl, and ate all the dishes that Duan Ji gave him before leaving.

Duan Ji sent Ji Han Rong to the door, she held on to the doorpost, looking at her son heroic, happy, and heartless, with a lot of thoughts, and sighed.

"Come out for both of you." Duan Ji called out to the back of the side hall. As soon as she finished speaking, two people walked out of the side hall, and these two people were Yao Shen Hou and You Ding. They walked out lightly and involuntarily looked out the door.

"Did you hear that?" Duan Ji didn't look at these two directly, walked to the main seat and sat down, and asked in a deep voice.

"Come, princess, the little rabbit outside is telling a story again, let's go!" The little maidservant Cui Ling'er beckoned to the princess, and a little rabbit ran forward alive, and Ruiduo followed at once. Chun Gui'er dismissed the servants, and at this time in the palace, only Yao Shenhou, You Ding, and Duan Ji were left.

"Niangniang, now in the court, Jiang Lao'er covers the sky with one hand and controls the government, on the surface, the prince listens to the government, but in the field, it is this hateful Jiang Ziya, and that Ji Dan is in charge." Shen Hou said in a deep voice.

"How's the King?" Duan Ji didn't seem to care about her brother's words, but stared at You Ding and asked.