His Royal Highness is indeed a person of good character and thoughtfulness.

In the past three years, at least on the surface, it seems that he has managed the household department very well, never delaying the allocation of funds, and not spitting on the money that should not be given.

In comparison, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is inferior to him except for his superiority in name.

In Wang Kuang's opinion, if the grumpy Royal Highness the Crown Prince finally has to practice Zuo, the national fortune of this Jin country will probably come to an end.

It is precisely because of the outstanding characters of the six princes that the layout of the villa in the imperial capital of the Jin Kingdom has always helped him openly and secretly.

After years of painstaking management, the Sixth Highness was finally promoted to the point where he could compete with the crown prince, and the emperor's favor for the six princes became more and more obvious, and the situation was very good.

The head of Dazhuang ordered Wang Kuang and others to enter the game at this time, because they saw the hidden crisis under this good situation.

The so-called danger is that the household department is in deficit day by day, and the six highnesses are still fighting the trapped beasts, and the Hezhe clan is already in danger;

The so-called opportunity is to help the six princes solve this crisis, not only can they turn from darkness to light, but also make the six highnesses shift their focus from the Hezhe clan to the villa, and when he ascends the throne, it will be the day when the villa will lay out the world.

Therefore, Wang Kuang started from White Frost City, took the initiative to contact Mang Tai and directly identified his identity, and then Mang Tai came forward to contact His Royal Highness Shangliu.

In this way, one can avoid the many eyeliners of the imperial capital Chang Li, and second, it can also avoid the disgust of the six highnesses.

After all, anyone who finds himself in the eyes of others all the year round will not be in a good mood, and opening the situation from Mangtai will make everything seem much more natural.

Wang Kuang believes that with the power of the villa, even if the household incident occurs, it is still possible to save the life of the Sixth Highness.

Naturally, it is best if things do not come to this point, although it is easy to live, it is not easy for His Royal Highness Six to regain the trust of the emperor. Wang Kuang didn't want such a good situation to be broken, and he didn't want the layout of the villa for many years to be in vain.

His Royal Highness is still too young and too composed.

Wang Kuang lightly twisted his short beard under his chin and sighed again.

However, it had already happened, and it was useless for him to sigh here, and now all he could do was:

Take people down and send them away in a good way, don't cause any trouble.

Fortunately, this place is a border city, and the military camps are many and large, and the hundreds of people and horses did not bother to enter, so Wang Kuang ordered Gun 83 to ride a fast horse and go to the camp to deliver a letter.

Shu Jiu protected Mangtai in the camp, and Wang Kuang explained to him in the letter that in the next period of time, he must do his best to protect the six princes, and there must be no mistakes.

As for Mangtai's side, there was no need for Wang Kuang to say anything more, the six princes had already made an offensive and defensive alliance with him, and he would probably receive the news soon.

Standing in front of the flower garden for a while, Wang Kuang walked around the courtyard wall, and then passed through the two vase gates, and a small courtyard appeared in front of him.

This is a small study, and it is also the place where the Gude brothers and sisters usually study, Wang Kuang also learned not long ago that there is a Song master who was born in the Shuaifu, and the fluent Song language of the Gude brothers and sisters is also carefully trained by this Song master. ….

A few days ago, Wang Kuang had nothing to do, and he had visited this place once, but he also had a good conversation with the Song master named Wu Guo.

Today, he was disturbed by this secret letter, so he came to talk to this Song master again.

"Babbling", pushing open the delicate vermilion lacquer courtyard door, there is a vine rose.

The spring in the north is still cold, and the vines have not all withered, and a few new greens have emerged from time to time among the coiled branches and leaves, which is very full of vitality.

What a place to relax.

Looking at the fluffy green in front of him, Wang Kuang couldn't help but breathe deeply.

With this shelf of vines in front of him, he already felt that his troubles had disappeared and his mood was much better.

It is also interesting to say, this vine stands behind the courtyard gate, which is similar to the shadow wall of the Central Plains courtyard, but it is more transparent than the latter, and the soft branches and leaves are faintly visible

The scenery in the yard has a special feeling.

Wang Kuang slowed down the pace, turned the vine and the trillary, and saw that in front of him was a courtyard with a great charm of the south of the Yangtze River, with a verandah on both sides, among which the gravel paved path, and there were several fine houses, a few idle flowers, the bluegrass cultivated bamboo, rockery and clear streams, and the fish in the water sometimes jumped out of the water, splashing the water droplets like broken jade, indescribably smart.

At this point, the restlessness in Wang Kuang's heart has subsided, and the gloom on his face has disappeared.

Mr. Wu Guo is very quiet, so there is an old servant who has left the slave in this courtyard. The old servant was nearly sixty years old, and his ears were a little back, and when Wang Kuang entered the door, he was still there and sprinkled and sweeped, and he did not notice that anyone was coming.

Wang Kuang didn't call him, with a wave of his sleeves, Shi Shiran climbed the stairs, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Wu is there?"

"Mr. Wang, please come in." There was a warm voice in the room, it was golden, the voice was not beautiful, and the words were a little stiff, but when they entered the ear, they had a kind of clarity.

This Mr. Wu Guo is not very proficient in Jin Guohua, probably because he does not speak enough, but he has no problem reading and writing, and even in some difficult words, he is more proficient than Wang Kuang.

"So, I'm going to bother you down." Wang Kuang smiled and arched his hand, and then stepped forward slowly and lifted the heavy cotton curtain.

When the curtain opened, I saw that the east room was as blue as a cloud behind the fan, and when I looked at it again, it was two large pots of plantain placed there, blocking people's sight.

Wang Kuang couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Wu is so Yaxing, is this going to wash the leaves or to fold the fan?"

"It's just a picture of blue eyes." The reply was still as gentle as Fang Cai, and it was obvious that the speaker had not left his seat, but now through a few banana leaves, the voice seemed to be a little detached, as if the speaker was not in this world, but in heaven.

Wang Kuang turned the fan, into the eyes is a large cluster of stretched banana leaves, the new green stacked with thick blue, the room is green, when he looked closely, he found that there are not only two large pots of plantain in this house, but also placed several pots of excellent purple bamboo, the bamboo leaves splashed and sprinkled straight up to the beam, but even the roof is almost hidden.

"Interesting, interesting." Wang Kuang felt quite curious, and did not wait for the master's invitation, so he pulled a chair by himself, sat down under the window, looked up at the white-clothed man who was holding a scroll and sitting lazily under the banana leaves and bamboo wind, and asked with a smile:

"Mr. is making a landscape in the house, but I have to ask Mr. a word below, I don't know what kind of famous masterpiece I need to make in order to match the spring light in this room?"

As he said this, his eyes fell on the scroll of the book in the hand of the man in white, and the expression on his face seemed to be joking and meaningful.

Yao Jishan