After the end of the dynasty, Murong Mian accompanied the emperor to the south study to discuss the upcoming tour. Not far away, just in Siping, Nanshui, Tongning three places around a circle, but the emperor's patrol is a major event, the princes also followed, and there are military ministers, commanders everywhere, the mighty team of dozens of miles, although there are people under Zhang Luo in matters of size, but the major events have to be arranged by Murong Mian.

He has been walking in the martial arts for several years, and he has long been familiar with these things, and the emperor handed over the affairs to him, so he was naturally relieved, listening to him talk eloquently, many matters were meticulous and thoughtful, and nodded: "You don't have to tell me, you were in charge of previous years, and this year is no exception, you just know it in your heart." ”

After saying this, he talked about the drought in the south, although the water level in the north of this year's flood season has grown, the south is not raining, it has been dry for more than a month, the crops in the field last month were tightly harvested, and there are no rice transplants until now, the situation is very bad, there have been some disaster victims displaced, these days in the court, there are ministers on the fold, to hurry up to prepare disaster relief materials, the treasury is not rich, the emperor is also very annoyed. Prime Minister Bai Cheng came up with an idea to make up his mind on taxation, saying that it was taken from the people for the name.

Murong Mian sneered, saying it nicely, if he really wants to do this, the people will be complaining, anyway, it is the emperor who is scolding, and it is not his business to be white. The emperor is really benevolent, and naturally knows how powerful this is, so he hasn't made a decision for the time being, and wants Murong Mian to have an idea.

Murong Mian smiled, "Your Majesty, this matter is not difficult to do, the disaster in the south is not very serious, according to the opinion of the ministers, there is a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver is enough, we don't need to move the treasury, call the rich gentry courtiers to raise donations, they are all one or two grade Dazhangtai, just take out five or eight thousand silver and play, point to his ten or twenty heads, isn't there this 100,000 silver?" ”

The emperor also had this intention in his heart, but he said it through the mouth of the king of Chu, there are so many ministers in the capital, which one is not so rich that he knows in his heart, but it is not yet time to clean them up, the king of Chu has a good idea, and the right is to collect the embezzlement. Among these people, Prime Minister Bai is a high-spirited person, and he can't be shocked by sending others, but only when the King of Chu comes forward can he do it.

smiled lightly at the moment, "This is a good idea, since the third brother has proposed it, he must have a good idea in his heart, and this matter will be handed over to you." ”

Murong Mian got up and bowed: "Yes, the subordinate brother takes the order." He glanced out the window, thinking that it was not too early, and wanted to withdraw, so he made another gesture: "If the emperor has nothing else to do, the courtiers have nothing to do." ”

The emperor snorted, but walked out with him, "I haven't had time to ask you, how do the two princesses feel when they enter the mansion?" ”

Murong Mian smiled bitterly, and didn't want to say more, "That's it." ”

The Emperor glanced sideways at him, "What, don't like it?" I think it's all good. ”

It's good, but it's not what he likes.

Seeing that he was silent, the emperor asked again, "When are you going to let the princess out of the palace, when I first pointed out the marriage, I hinted at the monks, and people were willing to nod, otherwise, the eldest daughter of a university scholar will be a concubine for you, and people will not be able to get by." ”

Murong Mian said lightly: "The princess is still young, let's wait a while." ”

"I heard from the concubine that the princess of Chu was married last month, and the queen was fourteen years old when she married me, which is not young." He paused for a moment and said tentatively: "It can't be reluctant, right?" ”

"The emperor is joking with his courtiers, the courtiers just think that the princess is pitiful, you know what happened last time, the mother and father don't hurt, the Bai family wants to kill her, Bai Ruxiao doesn't want to see people, the courtiers want to be seen, so that they can give birth and raise, and they are willing to let her marry if they are looking for a good family."

The Emperor sighed, "It's just that, it's not good for me to explain to the monks. ”

Murong Mian's tone was cold, "Xiu Min blames the emperor and asks him to come to his courtiers." ”

The emperor raised his eyebrows and stopped talking. The king of Chu is a bandit character, and he doesn't even give him face when he twists it up, it seems that the two new princesses are not to his liking, but it doesn't matter, when the show girl fills the palace next year, there will always be someone who suits his heart.

Murong Mian went to the Tianjie to cross the noon gate, and came out from the west gate, where Ningjiu Jia Tonghou saw him come out, and immediately greeted him and saluted.

Murong Mian's face was uncertain, listening to the emperor's meaning, it was to correct the cultivation of Yuanshuang as soon as possible, he originally wanted to line them with the fact that they had not been in the palace for a long time, maybe they could discuss it privately and think of a way to get the best of both worlds, but now it seems that it will not work.

He was worried about the horse and walked slowly, and found that today's market was particularly lively, so he glanced at it casually, and got off the horse, Jia Tongningjiu saw this, and hurriedly dismounted.

Murong Mian threw the reins at Ning Jiuyi, walked to a stall, and picked up a small clay puppet to take a closer look.

The vendor immediately greeted enthusiastically, "Uncle, buy one, Ming'er is the seventh day of the first month, Mrs. is very suitable for begging, you look at this workmanship, so fine that the eyelashes can be seen, the small ones here are all imported from Suzhou and Hangzhou, exquisite and not to say, all are fired in a high kiln, and they will not be broken when they fall to the ground." ”

Murong Mian asked, "What is this called?" ”

"It's called grinding and drinking. The name is derived from the Buddhist scriptures of God, and the beggar is very spiritual, so buy one. ”

Murong Mian heard Bai Qianfan mention this name, and saw that the clay puppet was small and cute, and saw that there were three styles, so he asked for one. The peddler naturally grinned so much that he tried his best to recommend the colorful silk thread to him, "Uncle, the colored thread is not either, the colorful silk thread, the one who wears seven needles in one breath wins, the small silk thread here is smooth and stiff, easy to wear, let the lady win, begging for a good omen!" ”

Murong Mian then bought colorful silk threads, walked to a stall and bought small silver needles, wax cowherds and weaver girls, mandarin ducks, Qiaoguo, osmanthus oil......

He just walked all the way, bought all the way, just bought several kinds of Mole Drink, it turned out that in addition to the kiln clay firing, there are ivory carvings, or carved with sandalwood, miscellaneous wood, the dress of Mole is also different, some with painted wood carvings as a railing, some with a blue cage as a cover, the toys in his hands are not the same, the one he bought in the jewelry shop is decorated with gemstones.

He just bought it, Jia Tong paid for it, Ning Jiu picked up the things, and the three of them walked all the way back. When he entered the door, he instructed Jia Tong: "Go and invite the princess to come over." ”

The prince was kind to the princess, of course Jia Tong was very happy, answered, and ran away.

Murong Mian's mood seemed to be better, his face calmed down a little, Hao Pingguan's injuries had not healed, and he was still lying in the house, Xiao Kuzi greeted him at the second door, "Lord Wang, you are back." ”

Murong Mian snorted and asked, "Is your master better?" ”

"Back to the prince's words, the master smeared the ointment rewarded by the prince yesterday, and it was much better, so I asked the slave to ask the prince on his behalf."