Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Hearing the words, the emperor raised his eyes and looked at the grinning Yizhou King. He didn't realize that he was old and thin, but his face was ruddy, and he looked much better than him.

But he still nodded.

The queen mother sighed, "This child's fief has been cut in half, and his life is hard. You are his brother, and you don't say that you feel sorry for him."

The emperor's eyebrows twitched, when did he cut half of it, obviously only a third of it was cut.

The emperor's face also showed distress, and he said to the queen mother: "Mother, wait a minute, the Qianweiyan incident has just passed, and the tax has just been collected again this year. I heard that the disaster victims in Yizhou are not well settled, and the ministers are all There are many complaints, I am afraid it will be difficult to recover at this time, wait another two years."

The emperor looked at the king of Yizhou and said: "Fifth brother, when the disaster victims in Yizhou are settled, the imperial court will forget about it in two years, and I will re-allocate the fief to you, or if you have a fancy, change a place. Row."

Before the king of Yizhou could speak, the queen mother quickly said: "Where did he get used to living in Yizhou? Where do you want me to tell him that you can give him a few counties and prefectures near Yizhou, so as not to exchange for it? Still unsatisfied.”

The emperor smiled and nodded.

Seeing his approval, the Queen Mother's face looked a little better, and she asked, "By the way, it has been more than four years since the flood, why haven't the refugees been resettled? What do the governors and magistrates of Yizhou eat?"

The emperor smiled and said: "The magistrate of Huayang County is Tang Minghui's son. I read his papers. In the first two years, he wrote a letter saying that it is difficult to serve as an official in Huayang County. The fields have all disappeared, and I don't know how to resettle the victims, so I apologize to me."

The queen mother was silent for a while. She glanced at her younger son, and when she saw his head bowed, she turned her head and said to the emperor, "Tang Minghui's son is not as good as the crown, right?"

"That's not true, there are twenty-five or six."

"That's too small. Young people are not reliable in their work, and they will complain to you about the slightest thing. There are so many difficult things in this world, do you need the emperor to worry about it alone? Then what do they want their servants to do?"

The emperor smiled and nodded, "The mother said yes."

The queen mother didn't want to continue on this topic. She was afraid that the more she talked, the more she would break down, so she turned to the topic of safety. She pointed at a young man and said, "Before you came, Xin'an wrote a poem, and I read it very well. , you also have a taste."

Turning to see the prince and others, he smiled and said, "The princes also come and try to make a song."

The prince doesn't like to write poetry, but the grandmother said so, can he still refuse?

He glanced at his younger brothers.

The third child, Li Li, immediately leaned over and said happily, "Grandmother, what problem did you give the King of Xin'an County?"

"What is the name of the King of Xin'an, the big brother," the queen mother said angrily, "you are brothers, so don't be so polite in your own family."

"Yes, yes, the imperial grandmother is right, what question did you give the big brother?"

The emperor's face became better, he sat down on the seat, simply called the king of Yizhou to the next one to speak, and let the children go to the queen mother's place to play.

Among his sons, the seventh prince who just learned to walk and talk and the sixth prince who just went to school, from the crown prince to the fifth prince, are the third ones who can write poetry.

Sometimes the emperor himself was very puzzled, why did the sons he gave birth not look like him?

When the queen pulled the princess of Yizhou into the door with a smile, the hall was lively. Li Li wrote a good poem and was making the queen mother laugh. Brothers and cousins ​​were complimenting each other, and it was a good time.

If it wasn't for the emperor's desk pressing several papers to impeach the king of Yizhou, the queen would have thought that their family was so harmonious and warm.

Although the queen mother loved the king of Yizhou very much and missed him very much, she wished to keep him by her side all the time, but after the king of Yizhou was too old, he was still a vassal king. At night, he still had to leave the palace.

The Empress Dowager regretfully asked the King of Yizhou to lead his wife and children out, but left the Princess Yunfeng in the palace.

"Anyway, you have to come to the palace tomorrow, so leave her and let her talk to my old lady."

The Princess Yunfeng took the Empress Dowager's arm and smiled and said, "I also like the imperial grandmother, and I want to stay and take care of the imperial grandmother."

The Princess of Yizhou said angrily: "You, it's fine if you don't make trouble for your grandmother, how can you take care of it?"

"Who said that, as long as she is with me, she will be very happy," the queen mother smiled and said, "This tea and water delivery will be done by the palace staff. Is there still a lack of servants in our palace?"

The queen lowered her head. Three years ago, because the floods in Yizhou continued to be serious, the queen and the emperor decided to release a group of palace servants after consultation. At that time, the queen mother was a little unhappy.

Guo Zixue was well informed, so Bai Shan came back within two days and told Man Bao, "The emperor has ordered the other princes to come to the capital as well. As August is approaching, they should arrive before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the capital will be very lively by then. "

He said: "I heard people say that the Yizhou palace was very lively yesterday. Many relatives and friends came to reminisce about the old times. Someone said that the princess of Yizhou chose a good day on the first day of the eighth lunar month to entertain relatives and friends. You want to sell flowers. Why don't I ask Liu Gui to help you find out?"

Man Bao shook his head, "No, my fifth brother now buys for restaurants. I know a lot of people, so I asked him to inquire."

Bai Shan glanced at the flowers outside and asked, "Do you want to sell so many flowers to the Yizhou Wangfu?"

"That's not true. If you sell so much, how much does it cost to hold a feast for their family? You can't pluck the wool for a moment. You have to wait and sew it again when it grows again."

Bai Shan: "...Have you ever thought about switching to another lamb chop?"

"Let's wait until the other princes and princes enter the capital, and then I will sell them if I don't like them." Man Bao snorted: "My family, the King of Yizhou is such a bad person, and the others will sell to them. There must be some bad ones.”

Although Bai Shan thought she was too arbitrary, he wasn't talking about that at the moment. What he was curious about was, "What's wrong with your flowers? I think they look pretty good, so why choose someone who doesn't look good to you? ."

Man Bao coughed lightly, rolled his eyes, and whispered to him, "I have only one problem with this flower, that is, I don't know what it will look like in a year, two or three years."

Why are people willing to buy rare flowers at high prices?

Because he bought a pot, as long as he doesn't raise the dead and the disabled, he can have such a pot of rare flowers in a few years, and even one pot becomes two pots, and two pots become four pots...

Or breed varieties into other flowers.

Her genes are unstable, and it can be guaranteed that it cannot be guaranteed in the future, so it is better to sell it to people who don't like it, especially those who have done bad things.

I stayed up late last night, overslept my nap, next update is around 8pm