Cheng Shaoshang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he remembered something, and said:

"Lianfang, hide these silver coins, and the same goes for these foods, it shouldn't be long before Steward Li will send someone to pick us up."

"Just in case, we all take some money and put it close to us, and then pack some food that can be taken away at any time and is not easy for people to find."

"That way, even if we go home, we can be in case we need it."

Her tone paused slightly:

"Fortunately, Xu Xian's next ten sets of tables, chairs and benches are not in a hurry, and I have to be driven to the country grange seven or eight times throughout the year, and I will stay here for most of the year, and there is plenty of time."

When Cheng Shaoshang said this, a sigh appeared on his little face:

"It's really impermanent, I used to be driven to the Grange, and I was looking forward to going back to my home and eating a few full meals, but now I feel constrained and uncomfortable going back to my home, and I don't want to go back."

Time is like water, fleeting, and more than two years have passed in a flash.

Yongle Palace.

A man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long figure, a noble Qinghua, a Zhilan jade tree, a face like jade, and a peerless demeanor, sat on a chair a little helplessly, and on the couch above, sat Concubine Yue.

In two or three years, I saw that her face became more and more delicate and bright, and she looked like she was twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

"Mother, the news of Longyou's victory has come back, the army has returned triumphantly, and the world can be regarded as completely pacified."

"Especially when my father heard that Zisheng was leading the troops to return, he didn't sleep all night, you don't care about your father's body and bones, what are you doing with your son?"

Concubine Yue asked unhurriedly:

"When your father didn't sleep all night, it was in Yongle Palace, I was troubled by him all night and never slept well, why didn't you care about your mother's body and bones?"

Yang Jiao became more and more helpless:

"I don't care enough about my mother, in order to let my mother regain her youth, but I have worked hard to teach "Taijiquan", and the tables, chairs and benches that are not tired of my feet in Yongle Palace are not all moved by my sons."

"Also, when I saw that my mother couldn't release the scroll, I felt that the bamboo slips were too bulky and would hurt my mother's wrists, so I made light paper."

"I also feel that the concubine's daily coarse tea and light rice are too bitter, and she makes snowflake salt."

"The mother concubine is no longer the reputation of being favored and arrogant in the past, but it is all because of her sons, and now she goes up to the court and down to the people, who doesn't know that there is a virtuous concubine living in the imperial city."

Concubine Yue's face was light and light:

"Zhuzi, you don't know when you are a mother, you just want to be an idle king, so you can push these names that can win people's hearts on my head."

"You haven't always been close to Changqiu Palace, why don't you give these names to the queen and the crown prince."

Yang Jiao smiled:

"They are all soft-hearted and benevolent people, they can't stop those who want to borrow white paper and snowflake salt to make a profit, how can there be such an unkind concubine, even if their brother comes to the door and wants to ask for something, they will only reprimand Yongle Palace."

Concubine Yue was noncommittal or not, and asked again:

"Isn't that something to give to your third brother?"

Yang Jiao smiled:

"Why bother so much, handing it over to the mother concubine is equivalent to handing it over to the father, and then the father will hand it over to the person he thinks can take on this important responsibility."

"Anyway, it's your own things, and they will eventually come to your own hands, and you should know that taking your time is the fastest way."

When Concubine Yue heard this, she couldn't help but sigh:

"It's really a creation and trickery, you have the best heart, and you act in moderation, but you are also the one who can't chase up."

Yang Jiao's eyebrows raised slightly:

"A secular emperor, how can he become an immortal and come to be happy."

Concubine Yue shook her head:

"To get back to the point, I called you over today because you are almost eighteen, and you should find your wife"

Before she finished her words, Yang Jiao interrupted:

"The third brother has not yet married a wife, and he still follows the rule of the elder first, if he does not marry a wife for a day, my fifth brother and I will not be able to marry a wife in advance beyond him."

Concubine Yue said meaningfully:

"Your third brother told me that he only accepts concubines in this life, and does not set up concubines."

Yang Jiao's complexion remained unchanged:

"It's just right, I'm about to become an immortal, so I can be free from the red dust."

Concubine Yue watched her two sons become more and more disobedient to discipline, and she also began to have a headache:

"Wen Ziyan, in the past two or three years, you really didn't know that you and Your Majesty had close contacts with the four ladies of the Cheng family."

"I really can't see it, the four princes, who have always lived in a simple place and like to be alone, will actually look at the girl differently."

"If this is known by other girls, it will not be a quarrel."

When Yang Jiao heard this, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, in the imperial city, there were always some unavoidable celebration banquets, so that as he grew older, his demeanor became more and more overwhelming.

It made many people surprised by his appearance and figure, saying that he stood like a Zhilan jade tree, smiled like the moon in his arms, and was as bright as the morning light floating in the water, quiet as the warm breeze combing the willow color, which is rare in the world.

Therefore, it made Yang Jiao's reputation more prosperous, and it also made the girls in the entire capital more and more crazy, resulting in many civil and military generals who had not yet married at the banquet.

Of course, it is also because today, women are not too constrained by etiquette, women are sparse in the army, and it is even more common for women to marry and remarry.

As a result, many girls have launched a more fierce offensive in the face of people who look at the right eye.

At this time, Emperor Wen, who was also getting younger and younger, walked in with a smile, and when he saw Yang Jiao, he was slightly surprised:

"Why do you have time to come to Yongle Palace, why didn't you go outside the city to meet the little girl today?"

Yang Jiao bowed his hand:

"Father, the four ladies of the Cheng family are ingenious, especially good at carpentry, and the sons and daughters met and intersected with them in order to create comfortable tables, chairs and benches."

Emperor Wen's eyes were full of deep meaning:

"Really? Unfortunately, I don't believe it. ”

He waved his hand and said to Concubine Yue in a show-off tone:

"Zisheng led the army to triumph, I thought that he had made great achievements, he had broken the army over the years, won thousands of miles, and the power of the thief Kou was raised in front of me again, no different from my own son."

"An edict has been issued to award him as the deputy lieutenant of Guangluxun, commanding the left cavalry battalion of Yulinwei, and the other commander of the Yue cavalry of the five schools of the Northern Army.

"And specially give a sword to the temple, the court does not tend, praise and worship is not named."

Concubine Yue understood that Emperor Wen had a deep affection for Ling Bu's father-son relationship, although she felt that something was wrong, but when she saw that he was on the rise, she thought about it later, so she said:

"Zisheng has worked hard and made great achievements, and he should be rewarded."

Yang Jiao suddenly spoke:

"The sword walks on the temple, does not tend to enter the court, praises and worships are not named, in all dynasties and dynasties, all of them are rampant and domineering, and the power is monopolized, Zisheng is only twenty-one, and he has reached the point where he cannot be promoted, and he will either rebel or commit suicide in the future."

"Father, are you sure that you are rewarding Zisheng? Or is it driving him to death? ”

Emperor Wen's face was stunned, and he immediately reacted, involving this righteous son who was raised in front of him and took pity on the guilty, he was dizzy for a while, and immediately left quickly, and said before leaving:

"It seems that the fourth lady of the Cheng family didn't confuse you, I am very pleased."

Yang Jiao looked at Concubine Yue who pursed her lips and smiled expressionlessly:

"Mother, if the son says that for more than two years, he and Cheng Siniang are just ordinary friends, do you believe it or not?"

(End of chapter)