The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Jiang Zhiyu stopped him.

Zhao Hao turned around and said displeasedly, "What's wrong?"

"Is it really all mine?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook the paper in her hand with a smile, the sudden anger just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"It's yours, it's yours!"

Zhao Hao waved his hands impatiently.

Jiang Zhiyu hummed: "Then I'll save it for you before the wedding, anyway, we'll put it together in the future."

"..."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in his heart.

It turns out...after we get married, the money bank of this little girl and I will be combined together!

Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head, and an old-fashioned wink came.

Zhao Hao rubbed his heart, grinned and said: "Then you can sell more money, don't be stunned by those people haggling!"

After speaking, he jumped out of the window and onto Lao Yang's back, and the two quickly disappeared from the wall.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the place where she disappeared, feeling a little lonely for some reason.

She suddenly remembered the scene of getting along with her parents when she was young, which seemed to be full of sweet words.

but……

Love words are the most unreliable things in this world.

Although she knew that Zhao Hao said that pretendingly affectionate joke on purpose, she just didn't like to hear it.

In her eyes, this sentence is not as sweet as those sticky and earthy love words.

Chapter 97: Poke and Bounce (Second Update)

Qianqing Palace.

After Jiang Zheng asked Nanny Wu to return to Zhongcui Palace, he couldn't help but look a little weird.

This bastard, Zhao Hao, is still clumsy?

Besides these few landscape poems, does this kid have other things in his possession?

But he quickly dismissed the idea, because these landscape poems were not so much hidden as he was too lazy to take them out.

For these poems, though good, are only good.

Even the older literati in the barren country can write poems of a similar level.

Such poems, taken out, will not help Zhao Hao's reputation much.

What's more, this kid doesn't care about his own reputation.

"But for the money..."

Jiang Zheng laughed angrily: "This kid is endorsing the enemy!"

He already knew about the purchase of poems by Fang's family in the Jin State, so he was naturally aware of the current situation of the four countries in the Central Plains. Although the agreed time was [-] days, every day that was delayed would be beneficial to the Huangguo.

In order to delay time, he, the emperor, went into the water secretly.

Otherwise, how could an extremely fast bird like the arrow pigeon be shot down so easily?

Are those catchers who point arrow pigeons as domestic pigeons really dereliction of duty?

In the end, Zhao Hao subsidized dozens of poems for the state of Jin by himself!

What the hell is this?

A hundred poems can embarrass the Four Kingdoms, why give them a chance to fill up a hundred poems and compete with you?

At this time, Eunuch Cao on the side comforted him: "Your Majesty, although Zhao Hao is indifferent, he has never done anything to embarrass him, so... this servant thinks that he has left behind?"

Jiang Zheng glanced at him and scolded with a smile: "I watched this kid grow up, can you remind me?"

"The servant is talking too much!"

Eunuch Cao said with a smile.

Jiang Zheng shook his head: "I hope that during the poetry competition, this kid can come up with a poem that can really shake the literary circles of the four countries! In fact, the level of 'Yunxiang Clothes and Flower Xiangrong' is fine, but it must not be a poem of Fengyue. "

Eunuch Cao nodded, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yun Xiang Clothes Hua Xiang Rong" level is enough?

My emperor!

Not to mention the literary world of the barren country, but if you take a look at the literary world of the entire six countries, how many people are capable of writing poems of this level in this day and age?

Jiang Zheng rubbed his chin, still a little unhappy: "This bastard is too dishonest, why do you do things behind my back?"

Eunuch Cao whispered, "Isn't he always like this since he was a child?"

Jiang Zheng thought about it carefully, and couldn't help showing a smile: "It seems to be right! I know I'm being clever."

……

noon the next day.

The Fang family's base camp in the desert.

"Second Grandpa! Second Grandpa!"

Fang Jingyuan hurried into the inner courtyard.

At this moment, Fang Yiru was lying on a deck chair basking in the sun, his posture relaxed, but his frowning brows couldn't be relaxed.

Hearing Fang Jingyuan yelling, he frowned even tighter, and struggled to get up from the recliner in extreme irritability, leaving a dozen long gray hairs on the pillow of the recliner.

"What's the matter? You're in such a panic!"

Fang Jingyuan looked at his gloomy face, feeling a little guilty, but he still said bravely, "A distinguished guest has come, and he has what we want!"