Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

v1 Chapter 926: Zhu Di’s abacus, Wan Wan burns the bot

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Fang Xing walked out of the Han Palace with a smile. He thought Zhu Gaoxu was really an interesting person. x update fastest

"...Fang Xing, this king just suddenly remembered his promise, it's not worth mentioning."

Zhu Gaoxu shot himself, directly pressing down on a group of people.

Zhu Gaosui was one of them. He was very angry and helpless.

"What does King Han mean? Is he going to confront those honors?"

Zhu Gaosui was unwilling to even the second brother, and asked with a hostile look on his face.

Xie Chen said with a dazed expression: "After the King of Han went to the north, nothing happened. Is he trying to sensationalize? Or... his relationship with Fang Xing is so good that he can help out?"

Zhu Gaosui scolded: "He is just a fool, he was mostly cheated by Fang Xing, and he was still happy after being sold, not stupid!"

Xie Chen saw Zhu Gaosui's face looking ugly, so he persuaded him: "His Royal Highness, you think about the Imperial College."

Zhu Gaosui sneered and said: "The Imperial College has been in vain this time, and his father must have seen it all in his eyes."

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What Zhu Di likes most now is sitting high, watching the courtiers below with a cold eye, and then analyzing each person's thoughts, which is a kind of fun.

"That Zhizi is just a lazy person. This time his friend went to the Shanglin Yuan Supervisor. I will see if he is standing by or helping."

Concubine Wang's body is not getting better, she said with a pale and strong smile: "Your Majesty is watching a joke."

Zhu Di smiled and said: "It's not a joke, that Fang wakes up in farming and has knowledge, but he is tired and lazy. If he doesn't take action, then Chen Xiao will stay in that position for a lifetime."

Concubine Wang sneered and said: "No wonder, the concubine remembers that Mr. Jian Fangzheng, how could he be selfish? It turned out that your Majesty gave it a push."

Zhu Di headed his head and stood up and said: "You take good care of your illness. Go out when the weather is good, don't be bored."

Concubine Wang got up to see him off, then looked at the rare sunny sky, and smiled: "The concubine will go to the garden and enjoy the sun."

Of course, there are flowers in the palace garden, but the fallen leaves make people feel sad.

Concubine Wang looked at the fallen leaves on the road, her eyes indifferent.

"This woman, it's like this tree, blooming in spring and summer, returning to the earth in autumn and winter, dust returning to dust, dirt returning to the earth, a dream in a hundred years."

The mother who supported her by her side sighed, "Why do you have to suffer for yourself? If you raise your body, there is still endless wealth to enjoy!"

Concubine Wang Gui laughed and said: "Rich, it is just a cloud of smoke, one life, one autumn, living comfortably is the real wealth."

"Manny, the people in the palace are too lazy. They didn't even sweep the fallen leaves. If you are seen by someone, you will be blamed."

Wang Guifei smiled bitterly and said, "Fine, things in the palace haven't been sorted out since the capital moved, so take your time."

The maid in front suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Niang, the princess is in front."

"Oh! This girl is naughty!"

A few steps forward, you can see Wanwan with her hands on her hips, commanding imposingly: "Fang wakes up, we need to cook the bottom of the pot when we move. This big pot should be big enough, burn, make the bottom of the pot red. Yes, the days will be red."

Those mothers wanted to dissuade them, but Wanwan glared and said plausibly: "Grandpa Emperor didn't even burn the bottom of the pot when he moved, so Wanwan helped him burn it."

After the court ladies and eunuchs piled the fallen leaves into a pile, Wanwan took out a lighter from her purse. She squatted down, lit the fire skillfully, and then burned the dry fallen leaves.

"Niang, fire in the palace, this is a big deal!"

Concubine Wang held the tree trunk and smiled: "Yeah! I haven't burnt any pot bottoms after moving house. Let's make it prosperous. Let's go and burn!"

Wanwan was startled by the joining of Concubine Wang. After seeing her squatted down and fiddled with the fallen leaves proficiently, Wanwan couldn't help but said with joy: "Does the empress also burn fire?"

"Yes!"

Concubine Wang watched the smoke soaring, her eyes showed nostalgia and said: "At that time, there was a fire at home every day, and she could still cook, but she hadn't cooked for a long time. It must be strange."

"Cough cough cough!"

Just as the smoke came, Wang Guifei sat on the ground suddenly, clutching her chest and coughing, her voice dull.

"Manny, are you sick?"

Wanwan frowned, gave up her ‘great cause’ of burning the bottom of the pot, fumbled and fumbled from another purse, and finally drew out a porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle was sealed with wax, and it was gracefully opened.

"Eat it, this was given by Fang Xing. It is one when Wanwan feels uncomfortable."

Concubine Wang looked at the weird oblong object, and said dumbfounded: "Is this sugar?"

"Not sugar!"

Wanwan pursed her mouth: "It's medicine, Fang Xing, if I don't have a bad cough, I will eat it."

"Then you keep it."

Concubine Wang felt that Fang Xing had a way of coaxing her children, but she couldn't help but feel a little silly when she thought of her own time.

The years are like water, the years have passed away, and the girl who used to be in the deep palace has become a person to die, which makes people feel melancholy.

Is wealth really good?

When she recovered, many eunuchs had already come around, they all had water basins in their hands, and there was even a waterwheel on the side, but they didn't dare to do anything after seeing the scene.

"Niang, you can eat it, Fang Xing won't deceive, you won't cough after eating it."

Wanwan gave two of them when she was cruel, and then asked someone to find sealing wax to seal the porcelain bottle.

Concubine Wang smiled ~lightnovelpub.net~ and did not refuse, so she ate with a cup of warm water.

"It will definitely be fine."

Wanwan confidently said, Wang Guifei smiled and said: "Okay, it will definitely be good."

He got up and let those who came to fight the fire go back.

Wanwan looked at her leaving back, feeling a little pitiful, and muttered: "Why don't you go out and play?"

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After Zhu Di had dealt with the political affairs and learned of the fire in the palace, he asked the royal concubine Wang.

"It's Wanwan who wants to cook the bottom of the pot. To celebrate our move, I got a big pot from the kitchen, and the leaves are on the bottom of the pot!"

Zhu Di frowned and said: "It must be the instigation of that vertical!"

Concubine Wang thought of Wanwan’s porcelain vase and said with a smile: “Just take a good omen. The concubine also burned one after seeing it. The days in the palace will be prosperous in the coming year.”

Zhu Di saw the rare tenderness on her face, so he coldly snorted: "You are the only way to recover from illness. What is booming, I am booming!"

Concubine Wang Gui has long been accustomed to the way the emperor expresses her concern. She gently said: "Yes, as long as your Majesty is here, not only is the palace, but Daming is also booming."

Zhu Ditou said: "The south is all right, and the central government has reduced a lot of expenses. In the north, I am not in a hurry. I just wait to see what the Wala and Tatars are doing. Daming's side wall is finally quiet and there are few people. After hard labor, civilian officials also lost a lot of complaints, that is, Wu Xun was dissatisfied, and felt that there was no opportunity for meritorious service."

"Further west is Yilizhili and Samarkand. Timur died of illness in the past, which made me regret. If I have time, I would like to pay a return visit."

Timur died of illness that year, and all of Zhu Di's preparations were frustrated, and he still regrets it today.

Concubine Wang looked at this man obsessively, feeling that there would be no one better than him in this world.

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