The Submissive Emperor

But when I thought about it, Shen Lian was able to enter the Taimiao ceremonial ceremony. He just received a meeting gift. He just had to find a good reason to go to the palace to persuade him, and Emperor Chunde would definitely pass by with his eyes closed.

Things are really as Lou Jing expected. The fees for entering Beijing are in full swing, and the nobles in Beijing are also very comfortable in lending money. Emperor Chunde has not said a word from beginning to end. Everyone is happy for a while, but the officials who borrowed are not. Everyone was happy.

However, no matter how much trouble it is, these have nothing to do with Lou Jing. He did not participate in the money lending at all. He just asked Yun Ba to find out what officials borrowed, especially those who borrowed from the Anguo government. record it.

In the twinkling of an eye on the thirteenth of the twelfth lunar month, Shen Lian’s "meeting ceremony" was almost received. The officials who returned to Beijing to report on their duties hurried back home, and those who were far away could only spend the New Year in Beijing. .

"Why don't you do that business?" Xiao Chengjun asked Lou Jing. With his temperament, this kind of money-making business would naturally be mixed up.

"No money." Lou Jing muttered, burying his face in front of His Royal Highness Minwang's chest.

No money? Xiao Chengjun said strangely: "Didn't you just make a lot of money from Shen Lian? Why are you out of money?"

It was snowy outside and it was too cold to sit. The two got into the bed after dinner. Xiao Chengjun leaned on the bedside to read, and Lou Jing automatically consciously snuggled into others' arms.

"Most of them have been used to exchange banknotes." Lou Jing stretched out his hand and slowly depicted the dark lines on the Minwang shirt.

The warehouse banknotes are exchanged for Fujana grain. The folks call it "white tiao". They are used to exchange salt. In the official price, one or two warehouse banknotes are exchanged for one salt, and one salt is worth half a tael of silver.

Xiao Chengjun frowned, "You want to attract business with salt?"

"Salt can't be paid in winter, and most people are anxious for the New Year. The banknotes are already cheap enough for a penny to change one or two." Lou Jing rubbed the dragon-shaped dark pattern, thinking if it would be replaced in the future. The yellow inner shirt is embroidered with a five-color dragon pattern, which is definitely more interesting to draw.

In other words, Lou Jing used one coin in exchange for a banknote that was originally worth five dollars!

"How can it be so cheap?" Xiao Chengjun was surprised. Because selling salt is very profitable, Fu Jia has always been willing to pay for the grain in exchange for banknotes. If the price of the banknotes falls to this point, whoever is willing to pay for the grain in the future, it is estimated that they will be sold directly. When the tax money is paid, the government will use money to buy grain again, and it will waste a lot of money and grain.

"There are more white strips but less salt. It is not easy to exchange salt in the past two years," Lou Jing said with a light smile. "Moreover, there are many people in Jiangnan who accept grain and change banknotes, but the salt farm does not produce salt in winter. The salt warehouse is in a hurry. Won't come out."

In the north of the Yancang, there are many people collecting salt, but not many people accepting grains to exchange salt. The opposite is true in the south of the Yangtze River. The reason is that the exchange of salt with white strips requires collusion between government and businessmen. Merchants in the south have no way to go to the official mansion in the north. This has caused the price of Jiangnan Baitiao to fall in winter to this point.

"Yan Zheng, is this chaos already?" Xiao Chengjun put down the book in his hand and sighed deeply.

"It won't be a mess," Lou Jing raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows together. "Just because the timing is good, Bai Tiao will probably be worth two or three dollars again if it's the beginning of spring."

The reason why he is so anxious to do this business is not only that the winter banknotes have fallen in price, but more importantly, the Jinju shopkeeper who came to reconciliation the other day told him that he has bought the new salt official of Jinju. Jinju is now He collected a large amount of salt, and as long as he took the white bars, he would be able to redeem it at the official price.

When Xiao Chengjun heard the words, he was a little relieved, and shook the hand that was shaking in front of him, "Then when did you change the white bar to the salt?"

"Tomorrow..." Lou Jing was silent for a moment, "I have to go to Jinyang tomorrow." Such an important matter cannot be negotiated by a big treasurer. He must meet the Yanzheng official himself.

Tomorrow... to Jinju? Jinju is not far from the capital. You can ride a fast horse for three days to Jinyang City, the capital of Jinju. However, as the Chinese New Year is about to be celebrated, Lou Jing has to leave the capital.

"How many days to return?" Xiao Chengjun was stunned when he asked without thinking.

Lou Jing looked up at him. In the deep eyes of His Royal Highness, he saw a bit of reluctance. He couldn't help but bend his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him gently, "It will be paid back within ten days."

"Yeah." Xiao Chengjun replied. They have been together every day since they were newly married. Now that they are separated suddenly, they feel a little at a loss. His Royal Highness Min Wang, who doesn't know how to react, can only pick up the book on the quilt again. It seems.

Lou Jing blinked, and raised his hand to take away the book in Xiao Chengjun's hand. "What's so interesting about the "Book of Songs", let's read this one." With that said, he leaned against His Royal Highness's chest and opened another one. In this book, point to one page.

Xiao Chengjun put his chin on the head of the person in his arms and glanced at the book in his hand. In the opened page, it was a white drawing. In the painting, a man was lying on the couch, and another man invaded afterwards...

"Yuanlang, one part is ten days. I'm afraid I can't stand it, so I ran back halfway..." Lou Jing took the book to Xiao Chengjun and lay down on him, rubbing his knees slowly against His Royal Highness's leg roots. .

"Hmm..." Xiao Chengjun's breathing was stagnant, and his body couldn't help but become hot.

Lou Jing smiled, threw the book in his hand casually, leaned to his husband's ear, and whispered, "Can you see the posture of just now?"

Xiao Chengjun was a little embarrassed by him, stretched out his hand to push him, "No."

"It doesn't matter," Lou Jing put a hand into the shirt embroidered with dark patterns, "I can see it clearly."

"Hmm..." Xiao Chengjun was waiting to say something, but Lou Jing kissed his lips. When he recovered, the clothes on his body had already disappeared.

The weather is cold, the charcoal fire in the copper stove in the house is booming, and the red roof is warm. Wouldn't you let Shaoguang if you don't do something interesting?

"Slow, slow... Hmm..." Xiao Chengjun lay down on the pillow and was hit mercilessly by the person behind him. His body was constantly rubbing between the soft bedding, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

Lou Jing leaned over, bit the white neck, really slowed down, and slowly pulled out, and then suddenly the whole root was submerged and embedded in a deeper place.

"Ah..." Xiao Chengjun couldn't help arching himself up.

Lou Jing ignored him, and wrapped his hands around Xiao Chengjun's body, rubbing his sweaty chest indiscriminately, invading His Royal Highness Min's body one by one.

"It's too deep, uh..." Xiao Chengjun clenched the edge of the pillow tightly, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

After "torturing" the people under him for a while, Lou Jing stopped, kissed his sweaty forehead, and moved quickly again.

The separation was imminent, Lou Jing couldn't help asking for it a few more times. When he finally stopped, Xiao Chengjun was already tired and limp on the bed.

Lou Jing took the trembling person into his arms and gently stroked his body.

"Take it out." Xiao Chengjun moved uncomfortably.

"Let's wait," Lou Jing slowly rubbed the back of his neck, "Go to sleep when you are sleepy. I'll wash it for you later."

Although Xiao Chengjun was very tired, he didn't want to sleep at all, "Actually, you don't have to worry about making money like this, I..."

"It's a fool if you have money but don't make money." Lou Jing turned the person in his arms, and provoke a small whisper, "I have a sense of measure. You only need to do what you want to do."

There was heavy snow, and it didn't stop for several days. Jinju was even colder than the capital. If you go back and forth in ten days, you must be riding a horse. Xiao Chengjun asked Chang En to take out the fox fur cloak he made last year and put it on Lou Jing.

Lou Jing took the thick cloak, leaned over on the bed and kissed the man on the face, "Be careful in all things in Beijing, I will be back as soon as possible."

On the fourteenth of the twelfth lunar month, the DPRK suddenly mentioned the establishment of a new prince.

"The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the new prince will be established in the beginning of the spring next year. It should be set a year ago." Said the person on the show.

Emperor Chunde frowned, "Er et al. thought, among the princes, who could be this great responsibility?" He said, his eyes swept over Xiao Chengjun, who was standing with his head down, and seeing him look motionless. Averted his gaze, he turned to look at the courtier.

There was a silence in the middle of the DPRK. The matter of the crown prince was not a trivial matter. One sentence was wrong, and even the veteran who had planned a long time ago did not dare to express it easily.

Emperor Chunde looked down. These people were talking in full swing just now. Why are they dumb now?

Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Duan, the leftist. Since the last time he fought the conscription, the right side was out of alignment, and the power of the center and the left has become much stronger than before.

Zhao Duan lowered his eyes, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Zhao Qing, what do you think?" The Emperor Chunde naturally took the reaction of his officials in his eyes, and called out Zhao Duan to speak.

The left minister was helpless to get out, and he pondered for a moment and said: "According to the ancestral system, he should be the prince next to the queen. Jing Wang is weak and cannot be the prince. The minister thinks that four princes can be established."

"The four princes are too upright, I'm afraid..." Just after speaking, some officials questioned.

"The prince was abolished for stupidity, and now the four princes have no merit, and suddenly become princes, why do they serve the world?" Xingbu Shangshu said.

To say that the fourth prince is justified, it’s only the blame for the scrapped prince’s edict. It is said that Xiao Chengjun is dull and overwhelmed with the world’s great tasks. To establish a new prince, he must be smarter than Xiao Chengjun, at least he has to have a merit to persuade People in the world.

However, who can be built without the four princes? The eldest prince has just been abolished, so naturally it is impossible to resurrect. The second prince has never been seen before. Legend has it that since childhood, the third prince was not raised by the queen, and the ancestral system was not qualified to be a prince.

"The minister thought that the three princes had good qualifications, but it was a pity that they had never been raised by the queen."

"Since ancient times, the crown prince has chosen talents to stand."

"How can you violate the rules of the ancestors? The officials thought they should be the fourth princes."

"emperor……"

"The minister thought..."

The court began to argue again. Xiao Chengjun glanced at Emperor Chunde who was silent. There was nothing to dispute about this matter. His father's actions were nothing more than because he wanted to establish three princes and did not have a legitimate reason. He needed courtiers to give him. Find a reason.

Xiao Chengjun looked down and did not intend to participate. The situation in the DPRK was still under control. He would not let Chen Guifei's wishful thinking succeed. It was not so easy for the three princes to enter the East Palace.

Regarding the matter of Li Chu, the court had quarreled for many days, but there was no conclusion. The memorials flew into the imperial study in piles like snowflakes outside, and Emperor Chunde saw one head and two big. If this year's pass is approaching, there will be a lot of things in the DPRK and China, and he is already annoying enough.

In particular, Yang Youting, the official official book, was a very rigid person. This time someone mentioned that he wanted to establish the three princes, but he was touched by this old-fashioned mold. There are two memorials a day, and each of them can be filled with a few words. Thousands of words, the early dynasty must have come out to talk about the ancestral system of the last hour. It happened that this person was the teacher who was the prince of Emperor Chunde.

After a few days of procrastination, Emperor Chunde couldn't bear it, "The matter of establishing the reserve will not be discussed at a time, and the matter will be discussed in a year!" This stopped the dispute among the ministers, and it took a few days to stop.

However, after this battle, the three princes, who had never been valued by the ministers, suddenly became the hottest candidates for the crown prince. Moreover, now that Concubine Chen is favored and the righteousness is strong, many people really want to win over Xiao Chengduo.

Xiao Chengjun turned a deaf ear to these, and went up to the mansion on time every day without saying a word. He went back to the mansion next time, reading and writing quietly in the study. The gate of the Mansion of the King of Fujian became more and more deserted.

The heavy snow stopped, stopped again, and the north wind continued to cry. On a winter night, no matter how much coal was burned, it was still cold.

Xiao Chengjun was lying on the big empty bed, looking sideways at the pair of pillows, embroidered with gold thread on the mandarin ducks playing in the water, stretched out his hand, and slowly rubbed the icy empty space. The man had been away for eight days. From the capital to Jinyang, it traveled thousands of miles, and it was snowing again. I wonder if he will be safe on the way?

The arm wearing only the undershirt quickly froze. Xiao Chengjun retracted his hand into the quilt, staring at the place in a daze, sighed for a long time, and closed his eyes while listening to the sad wind outside the window.

A thousand miles of frost and snow, it takes six days to go back and forth with a fast horse, but if you ride a sweaty BMW, you can save half a day. I have seen the salt officials and have done everything, no matter it is already afternoon, just hit the horse and leave, which can save half a day.

Lou Jing returned to the capital full of wind and frost, and went straight to the Mansion of Minwang. After replacing the icy cloak, he warmed his cold body by the copper stove in the outer chamber, drank the hot soup served by Lexian, and entered the inner chamber lightly.

Seeing the quiet sleeping face on the bed, Lou Jing's tight heart all the way relaxed suddenly. Unexpectedly, after only a few days of separation, he would become obsessed with sleep and food. He just wanted to see him soon.

Lou Jing leaned over and kissed the warm sleeping face, thinking that His Royal Highness Min Wang would see him sleeping next to him tomorrow morning. He would not know what expression he would show. It must be very interesting. Thinking like this, he slowly lifted the quilt, was about to get in, but was suddenly stunned. Under the quilt, where he used to sleep, he placed a slender hand, slowly rubbing the satin sheet in his sleep unconsciously.

A sore and sweet feeling suddenly came to his heart, Lou Jing held that hand, turned on the bed, and hugged the person into his arms. The hard work this way is really worth it!

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Mid-life Crisis in the Fanwai (3) [See Chapter 39 in the previous paragraph]

Xiao Chengjun remained unmoved: "Well, how does it compare to Young Master Zhao?"

The young and handsome Young Master Zhao, with an elegant and arrogant bookish air, looked very much like Xiao Chengjun when he was young.

I didn't dare to talk nonsense about this, Anshun sweated out of his forehead. His Majesty the Emperor compares a Juren with himself, and he is not correct in answering these words.

"Tell the queen that I will look for him again after dinner." Xiao Chengjun didn't intend to hear any answer from the eunuch, and waved his hand to let Anshun go down.

Dinner was set, and the emperor waved back and forth, pouring and drinking by himself. At that time, the two were in Mindi, embarrassed on all sides, only the sweet lychee wine chatted to comfort them. Knowing that he likes it, Lou Jing deliberately learned winemaking from his second uncle, and lychee wine has become a standing item in the palace. Tonight, I don't want to drink sweet wine anymore. What is in Yuzhan is spicy liquor.

Peach blossom wine, pear blossom wine, not as good as shochu wine.

When people reach middle age, they will be depressed, and they will prefer things that are lively. Strong wine, like a young man with fresh clothes and an angry horse, sings to the wine, and makes waves.

His Zhuoyu is still like a teenager, and every day is fresh and interesting. What about yourself? Tired by government affairs, tired by the world. He is a perfect emperor, but not an interesting husband. Faced with this aging face, although it is not annoying, but it will be lacking in interest, right?

Xiao Chengjun smiled bitterly. Naturally, he would not doubt Zhuoyu's heart, but the deep affection between husband and wife is not as young as the previous one. Think about the first few years of the wedding, the figure was just a tireless animal, and when he saw him, he would cling to him. In the past two years, this kind of thing has gradually disappeared, especially recently, they have not made affection for half a month.

I didn't think there was anything, after all, there are many things in the DPRK. Until today, I saw Lou Jing's gaze resting on Young Master Zhao, and only then did Xiao Jia Yuan Lang give him the enlightenment.

"Heh." An emperor, struggling with his appearance, was really funny. Xiao Chengjun couldn't help but sneered, dropped the wine cup, and swayed towards Fengyi Palace.

The palace of Fengyi was brightly lit.

Lou Jing was really hungry after running for a day. Knowing that the emperor was not coming, he had no time to try to figure out his own husband's mind, and quickly ate the meal hungrily. After eating, he felt any shortcomings, and asked the palace man to bring a pot of wine, leaning against the window for a drink, and lazily waiting for Xiao Chengjun.

The beauty under the moon has a drink alone, her star eyes are slightly closed, and there is no better picture than this.

Xiao Chengjun looked at it from a distance, his heart was sour and itchy.

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