I'm going to die, right?

I'm going to die, right?

Probably so...... Right?

Shaking his head, Zhu Fugui suddenly became a little unconfident.

After all, such outrageous things have happened through the crossing, and who can say what that divine light is.

If it weren't for Zhu Fugui himself being Tianxian or the supreme, Zhu Fugui himself would be eager to dissect himself.

There are also several concubines of their own.

A few years ago, it was just that, and as an imperial concubine, she was born beautiful.

But now......

Yin Susu is 30 years old, Bai Xiaer is 28 years old, Julie is 32 years old, and Xiaolan is 29 years old......

It's time for them to try to dress themselves up a little older, otherwise a group of young women will still have blown-out skin and no wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, which is also outrageous!

Thinking of these messy things, listening to Yin Susu's even breathing and occasional dreams, Zhu Fugui gradually fell asleep.

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Early the next morning, Zhu Fugui woke up rubbing his eyes under the urging of the alarm clock.

As soon as I stretched out my hand, the person next to the pillow was gone.

I got dressed and went out for a walk.

The loyal guards had already changed their posts, and when they saw His Majesty the Emperor coming out in their pajamas, they immediately saluted, raised their hands and shouted "Invincible tomorrow".

The corners of Zhu Fugui's eyes twitched.

This new set of guard military salutes was designed by Lao Li's big stall in the East Factory.

Highlight a momentum.

However, Zhu Fugui looked at the straight 45° oblique military salute, how familiar he looked.

Not to mention, the dress of the Ming Army was originally plagiarized from Desan.

It tastes like it's simple.

But then again, Lao Li, an old eunuch who has never read a book for a day, is actually on the same channel as the unsuccessful art giant, but it is already surprising.

As for saying that the world is invincible, it can be regarded as the truth, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is simple and confident.

Zhu Fugui looked into the courtyard, and Lao Li was doing morning exercises.

It's still his five-bird drama that he learned from overseas Chinese in Nanyang.

is just limited by the figure, tigers, deer, bears, apes and birds, Lao Li practices any set of five bird plays like elephants playing in the water.

And the guards who got off duty also surrounded him, applauding from time to time, shouting "Factory Gong's miraculous achievements"!

I always feel that this style of painting is not normal.

Zhu Fugui paced to the kitchen, and Yin Susu was really preparing breakfast with an apron.

After so many years, Yin Susu's cooking level is ...... That's it, actually.

But at least it's much better than the nutritious paste that Zhu Fugui gave him more than ten years ago so that he could give birth to good seeds.

Among the four wives, the best cooking skills are undoubtedly Xiaolan, who is worthy of the name of a housewife.

Whether it's a bland dish dish such as sushi or a wide variety of Chinese cuisine, she can easily get it.

The level is comparable to that of ordinary hotels.

Of course, she can't do this dish with duck.

Lack of experience and accumulation.

Second only to Xiaolan is Bai Xia'er.

There are not many dishes in Bai Xia'er, but the West Lake Ulva soup and West Lake vinegar fish are really boring, and they belong to specialized chefs.

One trick is fresh, eat all over the world.

Occasionally cooking, always let Zhu Fugui eat with a round belly.

And the meals made by Yin Susu can only belong to the level of barely being eaten.

If she hadn't felt that she should feed her husband as a wife, she might not have researched cooking at all.

In her opinion, mathematics is much more delicious than cooking.

At least the math can be used to fight the cannon.

Of course, Yin Susu's cooking level is still very strong compared to the last expectant lady who has not yet started.

Julie, as a small capitalist who grew up well-fed, doesn't know how to cook at all.

Even she couldn't even wash her clothes.

If it weren't for the fact that Julie soiled a whole suitcase and more than 20 pairs of dragon underwear, and was slapped on the ass by Zhu Fugui and forced to learn to use the washing machine, she might not have known that washing clothes requires laundry detergent.

"Your Majesty, is it good?"

"Delicious!"

Zhu Fugui sighed as he ate the soy milk that he had obviously forgotten to put in the soy sauce.

How many times have I said that soy milk should be salty, but vegetarian just doesn't understand.

Pinching his nose and drinking the bland and tasteless soy milk, and eating some snacks, Zhu Fugui asked the palace maids to change themselves into formal clothes.

Among these palace maids are Chinese girls, Japanese maids and maids, and a few Mao girls.

They are not nourished, and their faces age over time.

The members of the girl group of "Da Meng Industry" have also changed twice.

However, the old palace maids are even more precious in Zhu Fugui's eyes, and it is much more pleasant to send them than to send young palace maids.

Especially the hairy girl who is above the age of 35.

Although there are also a few Mao girls who maintain a good figure, nearly half of them still conform to the stereotype, and they are as round as a pillar, which also saves the inner court from the trouble of needing powerful eunuchs to do hard work.

Of course, in the Dewu Dynasty, the palace maid was just a profession, not a tool to be played with.

Zhu Fugui has encountered a few Goryeo maids who tried to touch porcelain and squeeze dragon seeds, but they have never done anything extravagant.

Since it is a normal profession, palace maids can naturally retire, resign, and teach their husbands and children.

It's just that the palace maid is, after all, the people around His Majesty the Emperor and the mothers, and it is inevitable to hear some secret and important things.

So, once you serve in the palace, then there is no such thing as absolute freedom.

Whether it is the arrangement after the withdrawal or the marriage partner, it needs to be subject to strict political scrutiny by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It's just that even with all kinds of restrictions, women who want to enter the palace are still like carp crossing the river.

Don't talk about women.

If you want to cut off your little guy with one slash, there are countless men who have entered the palace to accompany you.

Especially those North Koreans.

They seem to be particularly interested in being eunuchs.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs has dealt with several North Koreans who secretly cut themselves and came to the gate of the palace to cry.

Probably because they feel that by cutting off the root of their troubles, they can not only immediately become noble Ming people, but also become even more noble Ming civil servants.

It's worth it.

However, the Ming Dynasty had already banned the use of eunuchs and required all tributary states, with the exception of the Taiping and Southern Tang principalities in Africa, and a few countries in India, such as the Tatar Kingdom, the Sikh Kingdom, and the Shiva Pope State.

Of course, in the few exempted countries, there are also detailed regulations on the selection of eunuchs and the applicable norms.

In addition, the Ming Dynasty actually had a tributary state in Africa, that is, the Boer Republic composed of Dutch descendants as a barrier between the Chinese world in South Africa and the black world in Central Africa.

Their president, Byletolius the Younger, is trying to apply to the Honglu Temple to become the king of Boer, and maybe to use black eunuchs when the time comes.

It's just that Honglu Temple has not yet approved it.

On the one hand, this guy has too much of an appetite.

The king of Taipingni, the prince of the outer domain, was earned by making great contributions to the Ming Dynasty.

Little Biletolius was only a count at best.

On the other hand, Zhu Fugui was also a little depressed.

I seem to have turned back the clock on history.

Nowadays, not only the monarchy is considered the best form of government in the world, but even some countries without monarchical traditions, such as the Boer Republic, have begun to turn the corner.

It's hard to put into words......