Most of the pot of wine was in his stomach, Zhu Houwei was a little drunk, he was not good at drinking, but he received the imperial brother's will to let him enter Beijing a few days ago, which made him a little melancholy.

The emperor's brother's will made Feng Rui re-elected as the prefect of Huzhou, and his promise and the emperor's encouragement made Feng Rui no different from a chicken blood, and he was full of fighting spirit when he came to thank him.

It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to control Taihu Lake, it is not easy to say that it is not easy, 100,000 taels of silver, and it is pure nonsense to want to control Taihu Lake well if 3,000 conscripts are levied, but it is not a big problem of dredging and embankment fixing, and Zhu Houwei never thought that the problem of Taihu Lake could be completely solved in a few years, so he just asked Feng Rui to work hard, and not to live up to his and the expectations of the Son of Heaven.

The reason for Zhu Houwei's melancholy is Zhu Houzhao, to be honest, he has a good relationship with his own brother, after all, the two are only one year apart, although their personalities are very different, but after all, they grew up together, brothers of the same mother.

If history is still on the original track and has not deviated, then Zhu Houzhao will have eight or nine years of longevity, but Zhu Houwei, who knows all this, is seventy or eighty percent sure to change all this, but once the trend of history changes, he may no longer have the opportunity to realize the great cause in his mind.

But if it doesn't change, how can the conscience be at ease?

Zhu Houwei was drunk, drunk very thoroughly, drunk in the dark, drunk seemed to see the red candle shining in his sleep, and felt the warmth of the hibiscus tent.

In his dreams, he seemed to enjoy the joy of fish and water, and seemed to hear the shallow moaning of the beauty.

The next day, when the sun was hanging high, Zhu Houwei opened his eyes, rubbed his somewhat swollen head, and a faint fragrance of orchid poured into his nose.

A woman with waterfall-like hair curled up in his arms like a kitten, with a shallow tear in the corner of her eye, as if she had endured an unbearable weight last night.

"Sister Yu'er......" Zhu Houwei woke up in shock, looked at the woman in his arms and shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhu Houwei knew that he drank too much yesterday, but why did he stay in Sister Yu'er's room overnight, he couldn't remember it, because he was broken......

Maybe it was because Sister Yu was too tempting, so he finally broke through the defense line and couldn't hold it after drinking, or maybe he was drugged by the impatient Sister Yu'er......

But he can't ask, if he asks, there will only be one result, that is, whether Sister Yu does it or not, she will eventually commit suicide because of shame.

This is definitely not alarmism, but a universal morality imposed on women in the feudal era.

"Well...... Sister Yu may have woken up a long time ago, but she really wanted this kind of warmth to last longer, so she shrank in her man's arms and didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up her man's good dreams, and now Zhu Houwei is still awake, so Sister Yu answered: "Lord Wang......"

The gently writhing delicate body rubbed against Zhu Houwei's pure body, and suddenly a blazing flame burst out of Zhu Houwei's body.

In the early morning, the wind recovered, and the thunder stirred the earth......

A proper and moderated life is very good for physical and mental health, and after the clouds and rain stopped, Zhu Houwei comforted himself very unscrupulously.

Dressed simply, looking at Sister Yu'er's blushing face, and seeing that Sister Yu was carefully folding a piece of white silk dyed with a red plum, Zhu Houwei's eyes almost didn't fall out.

This is definitely premeditated, otherwise how could he be so well prepared, of course, it is possible that he has been prepared, but Zhu Houwei believes that the former is infinitely possible, otherwise he can dunk his eyeballs and kick them as a ball.

"If you are not feeling well, lie down on the bed, what do you get up and toss?"

"Lord, concubine...... The concubine ......, "Sister Yu was really uncomfortable when she first received rain and dew, but the prince got up, how could she continue to sleep, even in the people, there is no reason for this."

In the people, the newlywed wife has to give tea to her in-laws the next morning, although she doesn't need it in the palace, but people know that she slept last night, but she is lazy to sleep today, and she will be laughed at when she says it.

"Lie down." Zhu Houwei turned around and picked up Sister Yu'er's soft and boneless delicate body and put it lightly on the bed, and said solemnly: "You are not allowed to get out of bed without the king's order, be obedient!" Since you are already the woman of this king, this king will give you a name, this time into Beijing, this king should play and ask the royal brother to canonize you as a side concubine. ”

This is not the first time Zhu Houwei has promised to give Zhou Yujie the title of concubine, but she has never had the luxury of asking for it, after all, what qualifications does a woman who has fallen into the dust have to enter the royal sect spy!

This is a royal family, it is a royal family, even ordinary big families will not allow a woman from a green building to become a continuation, at best, she is just a concubine who can be despised at will, and even accompany guests or even change hands.

A prince will have a concubine, one or two side concubines, and the rest of the women are at best concubines, and even more often they can't even get the title of concubine after being lucky.

The concubine is not on the genealogy, but the side concubine can enter, the spy is the face of the royal family, the net worth is not innocent, and the woman who has been a lowly citizen is a spy in the sect?

There are no doors!

So Sister Yu actually didn't have any extravagant hopes at all, for women, the most important thing is only chastity and fame.

From the day she entered the palace, Sister Yu knew that the man in her life would only be King Yong, who was younger than her, and she could only be loyal to King Yong in this life, without the slightest choice.

The woman who became the eternal king, she relied on her unparalleled beauty, Sister Yu knew that this was also her biggest capital, but how many years can a woman's appearance be maintained, even if she can really stay young forever?

It is the nature of a man to be lustful and like the new and dislike the old, it is an innate nature engraved in his bones, and it is impossible for any woman to change it by herself, so she has a sense of crisis, and this sense of crisis will become stronger and stronger over time.

Chastity is given to a man, if a man can't give a woman a name, then this woman is undoubtedly sad, if King Yong doesn't even give Sister Yu the title of concubine in the palace, then when she is old and decrepit, the situation may be worse than in the Qinglou.

If she is old in the Qinglou, with her own talents, she can live well even if she becomes a mother-in-law to teach newcomers, but in the intrigue of the royal family, it is not much worse than the royal family.

What is the protection for women?

Name and child!

Even in Sister Yu'er's heart, the importance of children is far higher than fame.

Even if this child will only call her aunt in the future, it is a piece of flesh that fell from her body after all, and the family affection that blood is thicker than water cannot be offset by calling the princess a mother.