Tang Queqing's hands were very cold, but the flirtatious Zhu Yunxi's anger, which had been accumulated in his heart, became bigger and bigger.

Coupled with that last sentence, it was like a pile of dry wood being poured with a large bucket of fire oil.

With Tang Queqing's exclamation, Zhu Yunxi had already pulled this increasingly round and jade woman from behind her to her eyes in a circle and sat in her arms.

"Did someone say something?"

Zhu Yunxi approached in front of Tang Queqing, and the hot current in her mouth rolled into the girl's ears.

This made Tang Queqing have a feeling of numbness from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, and the whole person was like a prawn on a frying pan, and his whole body was red.

Tang Queqing's hands were held by Zhu Yunxi with only one hand.

This made it difficult for her to move her body in Zhu Yunxi's arms in a curled sitting position.

Just a few slight movements made her feel a little restless, and her face became more and more red, so she had to bury her whole head in Zhu Yunxi's arms.

Zhu Yunxi's brows furrowed, something was wrong with the soup girl today.

Just as he was about to continue to ask.

Tang Queqing, who was shrunk in his arms, was already as low as a mosquito and muttered: "When you came back from the Teaching Department a few days ago, there was a fragrance on your body, not the smell of the Teaching Division. ”

Zhu Yunxi's face was obviously stunned for a moment.

His gaze couldn't help but become ambiguous and strange.

It was the fragrance of Xu Miaojin's little girl of the Xu family, and the people in his own authorities never noticed that the two had never been close, but they were contaminated with each other's fragrance.

It seems that after Mu Caiyun's girl from the Xiping Marquis Mansion came to Yingtian, Tang Queqing became more and more silent, but he was more attentive to the affairs in the palace.

Perhaps, there is a sense of crisis?

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but shake her head silently, never thinking that the girl in her arms would have a sense of crisis at this time.

He felt that his marriage was not negotiable.

The old man has already decided on a family affair in the Xinguo Mansion, and his future candidate for the crown princess can only be Tang Queqing.

As for Mu Caiyun, after all, she was a step too late, and she could only get a side concubine.

This is impossible to change.

It is impossible for the old man to slap the face of Tang He, the self-aware Duke of Xinguo, and with the initiative of Xiping Hou Muying, the old man will not worry about feeling guilty for only giving the Mu family a grandson concubine.

Just Xu Miaojin?

Zhu Yunxi shook his head silently again.

The young aunt, after she finished the deal with the meritorious Hou uncles of the military that night, has been secretly holding herself.

It was probably this kind of experience that made him feel a little dissatisfied and resistant, which gave rise to the desire to possess the other party at that time.

In another confrontation battlefield, the idea of completely defeating the opponent.

It doesn't make sense.

The Zhongshan Mansion should have been treated like other meritorious families, as Xu Miaojin said at the time.

And in the same way, even now Zhu Yunxi has to admit that in the depths of his mind, there is still the beautiful image of the young aunt, which is also irrational.

It's just a little stubborn refusal to admit defeat between pure men and women.

Especially a man who never bows his head in this matter.

Thinking of the buttocks of the young aunt he saw that night, Zhu Yunxi uncontrollably raised his anger.

This made Tang Queqing, who was sitting in his arms, stiffen his body with a slight tremble, and raised his body with his feet crossed.

"Why are there so many rules in the palace......

Tang Queqing felt that he no longer had any scruples in his mind, and said this sentence that made Jiaojiao sleepless with a flushed face.

The anger in Zhu Yunxi's heart is also getting bigger and bigger, and it is burning fiercely, making him almost forget about those strict and insurmountable etiquette rules.

He glanced hard at the light in the room.

Suddenly, a spring breeze entered the room, and the candles went out.

In the darkness, Tang Queqing's hand finally broke free from the restraints and hugged Zhu Yunxi tightly.

Zhu Yunxi felt that he was about to break through the taboo.

With one hand on his waist and the other hand dragging Tang Queqing's thigh, he stood up straight from the chair.

With a low cry, the room was filled with air again.

"The grandmother in the palace said that before the grandson got married, she couldn't make a mess of losing her dignity......"

Tang Queqing, who was wearing less than two taels of tulle on his body, lay on the big bed that could make the whole world yearn for, covered his face tightly with both hands, and held on to the last trace of reason, and read in a low voice.

Zhu Yunxi, who was about to lose his anger, was slammed on the head by the word "big body".

But his breathing was getting heavier.

Immediately, an exclamation that could no longer be concealed sounded in the darkness.

The person lying down was replaced by Zhu Yunxi himself.

"Did the grandmother in the palace teach you to clean your mouth and hands?"

Zhu Yunxi's voice became farther and farther away in Tang Queqing's ears.

A grunt, coming from the night.

No matter how much anger is finally soothed by the gentleness under this spring sun.

……

"The bastard boy's anger is getting bigger and bigger!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just had breakfast, a bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles, and a plate of oil beans, wiped his mouth with a hand towel, raised his eyebrows to his side, and was still eating porridge slowly, looking at the prince who had been sent to the palace before dawn.

Zhu Biao didn't rush to answer the old man's question, he still looked at it slowly, but the speed was silently accelerated, and he finished the white porridge in the bowl in a few moments.

After washing his hands and face, Zhu Biao drank a cup of tea, and then raised his head to look at the old man: "Are you talking about him reprimanding the two directors of the Ministry of Industry in Laoshan Huangzhuang yesterday?" ”

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a knowingly inquiring look, and snorted: "We heard that the new loom at the end of Huangzhuang is more convenient and the spinning speed is faster. ”

"Spinning and weaving, this is to be used in Zhejiang Road."

Zhu Biao said silently, with a clear smile on his face.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked sideways at his son, his gaze calm: "Seven points of mountains and three points of land, Zhejiang Province is not enough to produce grain." Now Zhejiang Province has checked the acres of land and implemented the reform of paying taxes on the acres of fields, just waiting for this year's summer and autumn grain harvest pools, and the imperial court will definitely grow. It's just that there are so many people in the world, and there are so many people in Zhejiang Province, and those who have no property can only make a living by helping people work. ”

At this time, the Ming Dynasty had already begun to appear in the early workshop industry.

Especially in Zhejiang Province, because of the scarcity of fields, many people in Zhejiang Province are attached to the city, helping merchants and officials and businessmen to make money to supplement their families.

Zhu Biao thought for a while and said: "Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, this time almost ninety percent of their heads were cut off. At this time, the new loom must be sent to the weaving yamen. ”

Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, since the establishment of Hongwu two years, has been responsible for the weaving of most of the silk cloth and satin in the DPRK and China.

All the royal family, the government, and the court's rewards, sacrificial ceremonies, etc., are all in charge of the Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau.

At this time, silk cloth satin is equivalent to Daming treasure banknotes, which is also equivalent to currency.

It is precisely because of this that the Hangzhou Weaving Yamen and the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau have the power to directly ask the emperor to report money and grain, and to govern the officials.

In later generations, someone went to the south of the Yangtze River, relying on the money and grain earned by the Hangzhou weaving yamen, so as to support the so-called prosperous scene.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to think of something, and chuckled: "I went to Sui Yunxi and went out of Beijing, and I mentioned to us that he said that if the people of Zhejiang Province want to be really rich, they can't rely on the fields, and where can the fields in the already uncommon capital allow the people to be fed and clothed." In the final analysis, it depends on work, how to make everyone can enter the city to work, and can get enough wages, is what the imperial court needs to guide and promulgate decrees. ”

Zhu Biao looked at the old man: "The people go to the city to work and make money, the merchants sell goods to make money, the imperial court extracts commercial taxes to enrich the treasury, and the pool of water in Zhejiang Road will live." ”

"The Great Age of Genes"

A circular economic system was clearly placed in front of the Ming Emperor and the crown prince.

It's just that after Zhu Biao finished speaking, he silently glanced at the old man again, and said in a low voice: "It's just that this time Yun Xi reprimanded the director of the Ministry of Works......

"Two silverfish! And what about reprimands! Zhu Yuanzhang did not hesitate to curse his two stupid officials in the DPRK and China.

Zhu Biao frowned.

These days, he no longer received officials above the court, and he no longer exercised the power of the crown prince, which gave him more time to read.

I also had more time to look back at all the things that my son, who is now the grandson of the Ming Dynasty Emperor, had done in the past year.

Is it just a reprimand?

Regarding the old man's natural hatred of officials, Zhu Biao deeply felt that his son, who was already too smart, at least higher than this Zhongji Palace, was not just a person who casually reprimanded the officials of the DPRK and China because of anger.

It is necessary for me to go to the East Palace and have a good talk with my good son.

When you think about it, you have to do it.

Zhu Biao immediately raised his hand and clenched his fists: "Dad, my son wants to go back to the East Palace." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang was still thinking about the court under his rule, why couldn't all of them be capable ministers, and there was a nameless fire in his heart, and when he heard the prince's sudden words, he couldn't help but look at his boss with doubts.

The old man's eyes kept rolling, and after a long silence, he slowly let out a laugh: "Go, go, go!" When I saw that kid, I beat him up for us. You father, you have to discipline that bastard boy well! ”

Zhu Biao smiled silently, feeling a little warm in his heart.

Over there, Sun Gou'er had already called people to open all the thresholds that had now been made into live buckles.

The little eunuch who was waiting for the prince bowed down and walked in front of the emperor's old man, pushed the prince's wheelchair, and walked out of the Zhongji Hall all the way unimpeded, and went to the East Palace, where the prince had not returned for many days.