They all want to hug my thighs

The purpose of Zhou Fu's visit at this time is to investigate the Leng Palace, since there are only two empresses left in the Leng Palace, then things will be easy to handle.Now that the harem of King Zhou Palace is empty and there are many palaces, it is not difficult to find a remote and quiet corner to house the two empresses.

Zhou Fu didn't make too much publicity, he intuitively felt that Concubine Lian in front of him would not be content with the status quo, and always felt that this "orange cat" would be a big trouble.

Regardless of Feng Xiaolian who is always seduced and oppressed, Zhou Fu turned to Cai Lun and asked, "Your papermaking method, can you pass it on to the higher authorities and listen to it?"

Cai Lun was overjoyed, it would be great if he could go to Datian to listen. Since the young man can go to the saint, is he a prince?

That's right, only a prince who is loved by a saint dares to explore new things if he can boldly break into the cold palace. Otherwise, how would ordinary people think of entering this gloomy and cold palace.

Cai Lun hesitated for a moment, because the young man was not like a child of the third generation Zhou Emperor anyway.However, the joy overwhelmed the doubts in his heart, and he said respectfully to the young man, "I am willing."

Cai Lun's development of these is nothing more than wanting to improve the current situation, and everyone is always going to a higher place.He has nothing to worry about now, all he wants is to have a better life.

Zhou Fu acknowledged Cai Lun's contribution to papermaking, and the details of the formula developed by Cai Lun were more comprehensive and detailed than what he had recorded with the knowledge in his mind.

"Your old Concubine Wan will have new attendants to take care of her." Zhou Fu took Cai Lun away and said to him as he walked back.

Cai Lun said that the nobleman is kind, and thanked him again and again.

"You have been tortured in the palace, and your status as an eunuch is low. If you go to other palaces to work, you may be humiliated. I don't want to bury your talent in research. In this way, you first get a servant to hold the hand and go to Qinxue Palace to work."

The more Cai Lun heard, the more something was wrong. He realized that he froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhou Fu turned around and asked strangely: "What's the matter? Don't worry, I recognize your contribution to papermaking, and you will naturally be rewarded, but I think you are more suitable than studying to be an official." Concentrate on scientific research, after all, you have been isolated from the outside world for ten years, so you must also need to adapt to the outside world."

Cai Lun moved, and he stammered with trembling lips: "You...are you Your Majesty?"

Zhou Fu tilted his head: "Obviously, I just changed into an inconspicuous ordinary clothes."

The boy smiled, his eyebrows curved, as if amused by his reaction.

He arranged Cai Lun to the Pavilion of Qinxue, because it was Zhang Liang's world now, and he also liked to study strange things. Cai Lun was cautious and meticulous, and Zhou Fu felt that he would suit Zhang Liang's appetite.Furthermore, there is a special place for research in the Hall of Diligent Learning, which is convenient for Cai Lun to display his talents.

In the history of China, the improvement of papermaking technology has affected Cai Lun's life. Therefore, he entered the power center and was ranked among the nine ministers. In the end, he ended up tragically and committed suicide due to power struggle.

Cai Lun has been interested in the surrounding production and living environment since he was a child, such as smelting, forging, planting hemp, and raising silkworms. His full knowledge and talent are all focused on engineering technology.

According to Zhou Fu's idea, technical talents should be well protected, and what's the matter with researchers, such as power strife?Every talented scientific research talent is a treasure of history!

In the history of China, Empress Dou designed to frame nobles of the Song Dynasty, Cai Lun "tested the truth", and was promoted to a senior eunuch who delivered edicts, that is, managed documents and participated in government affairs.

Now Zhou Fu has completely isolated him from the center of power, and sent him to the Palace of Qinxue, which houses Da Zhou's precious collection of books.

Zhang Liang, the only master of Qin Xue Dian Ge, a Dian Ge bachelor personally appointed by His Majesty, told him personally: You can watch whatever you want.

With a full and rich collection of books, he seemed to see the great light of knowledge!

Cai Lun fainted with excitement!

When Zhou Fu came to see Cai Lun next time, he was surprised to find that the white-faced man had awakened.

On the other side, Jixia College, a place thousands of miles away from the world, is a sacred place for all schools of thought to study.

"Mr. Han, here is your letter, sent by Yingjiu." A student happily sent away Yingjiu flying to the sky, and sent the letter to Mr. Han's house.

The young man in the room smiled. He had always had a stuttering problem, and he could try not to speak if he could not open his mouth, but now he received the thin letter like a cicada's wing, and he couldn't help showing a look of surprise: "This...how is this letter. .....meeting."

He flipped through the paper-folded letter. Although the letter was sallow and had some impurities, it was much better than the traditional short letter that could only convey two sentences.

Greetings from my friend Han Fei:

It's been a long time since I left, and I really feel pregnant.We have been friends with friends for decades, and we talk about everything. When Gao Zengqing reads the words of friends, he is enlightened as soon as he hears good words of gold and jade.Looking back, it's like yesterday.My friend is very talented, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he has learned theories from ancient to modern times.Today, Your Majesty has great virtue, and sincerely recruits people with lofty ideals from all over the world. I am grateful for Your Majesty's heart to accept talents, and dare to recommend my friends to Your Majesty.Jiuqin is a talented person with a deep heart, and my friend's talent will definitely be reused by His Majesty.When the swan geese came, they were thousands of miles away, forwarding texts and ink, and passing news from time to time.Please pay respects to Master on behalf of Gao.

Zhao Gao wrote it himself.

In Jixia College, the young man was scratching the thin paper in his hand, thinking deeply but unable to discern.

After thinking about it, he hurriedly left the room, found the teacher, knelt down to pay homage, and explained his reason for coming.

Xunzi was sitting in the upper seat, his mind was dignified, his old god was stroking his beard on the ground, and asked the young man, "Have you thought it through?"

The young man said in a low voice: "Zhou Li is weak and facing collapse. It is the time when each family is born. Students are willing to go to Zhou and spread the thoughts of Legalism to comfort the world."

Li Jiancheng has been in the slums for a few days. In order to get familiar with the environment, he went door to door step by step to visit the refugees currently living in the slums.

There are three hundred people in the entire slum, but most of them are old and weak, women and children, so it's no wonder after thinking about it.If a middle-aged man can survive, how can he cross the deserted street with many obstacles and come to the slums to seek survival and shelter?Those strong laborers can easily find physical work outside to support themselves.

The only few middle-aged men are also to take care of the family. These people are very few, and there are only a dozen strong laborers among the more than 300 people.

It also includes Jing Ke's elder brother.

This is also where Li Jiancheng was puzzled. Miss Jing Ke's elder brother looked like Lian Jiazi's, muscular and strong all over his body, and the other three who claimed to be Jing Ke's elder brother's companions were not simple people either.

They claim to be the guards of the boy, but the boy doesn't live here.

Li Jiancheng only felt that there was a sense of disobedience in this, but he was an outsider after all. No matter how suspicious these people were, they were willing to take him here, and it was true that they had no malice towards him.

Jing Ke gathered the dozen strong laborers, organized them into a team, and went to the junction of the abandoned street and the slums to clear out a place.

Several craftsmen sat together, picked bark, broken linen, old fishing nets, etc., chopped them according to the procedure, and soaked them in a large pool.

Li Jiancheng looked curiously at these craftsmen who were not so much craftsmen as old mothers and fathers-in-law. They put aside the sundries soaked and rotted, scooped up the remaining fiber raw materials and put them into the stone mortar, and kept stirring them until they became a slurry. thing.

It was the first time he had seen these people develop formulas, and he stared at them stupidly for a long time, not understanding what they were doing.

Is this the formula that the young man threw to Miss Jing?What is this confused thing?

Li Jiancheng secretly guessed, how can something that can make money be made from bark and broken linen?This is almost impossible. Could it be that this young man is just wishful thinking?

During this period of time, there were already quite a few people around, staring at the mortar seriously and seriously, as if they were completing a big problem.

Next is the moment to witness the miracle...

The craftsmen picked up the sticky thing with bamboo sticks and waited for the gentle breeze to dry it.

When Granny Ma took off the thing, there were exclamations from all around.

"It's done! It's done!"

Li Jiancheng was stunned, this...this is!

"It still doesn't work," Granny Ma rubbed the paper with her fingers, shaking her head again and again.

"It's too polished and not tough enough!" The old man also shook his head.

He folded the paper lightly with his fingers, patter—the paper was broken into pieces in his hands.

"Come again!" The craftsmen on the side were not discouraged, they had already seen the hope, and they were only one step away from the perfect finished product!

Although there are still flaws, it is paper!

Li Jiancheng watched the semi-finished product eagerly, and a series of thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind.

The popularization of paper will create a great storm in this world, and scholars all over the world will be crazy about it.

What's more, its cost is bark and broken linen!

Li Jiancheng was terrified when he thought of how much energy would be produced in this slum where such a masterpiece of crops would be born.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is an ingenious workmanship, and it is not an exaggeration to turn a dead wood into a miracle. Li Jiancheng really can't figure out what the identity of this young man is, because if he is a child of a family, he would secretly give birth to such a good recipe for the family's profit. Civilian traffic in the slums?

He came to Jing Ke's small building, and saw Jing Ke said lightly, "You're back?"

Li Jiancheng nodded, "I just saw those craftsmen making paper. Although there are still flaws, they are amazing."

"Have you made another batch of failed products?" Jing Ke said blankly: "Collect those failed products and let brother send another batch to you."

Li Jiancheng hesitated for a moment, but after all, he still couldn't resist the ups and downs of his emotions, his curiosity was tickled, and he asked: "Your son, who are you?"

Jing Ke glanced at him, and snorted coldly: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, you don't care who he is, it's your luck that our son is willing to help you, don't push your nose."

Li Jiancheng was sprayed all over the face, and he also knew that he was making himself boring by asking just now, so he touched his nose in embarrassment.

Jing Ke is like a flower with thorns, it pricks tightly, Li Jiancheng is constantly frustrated by her side, but the old man of Li's family is guilty/cheap in his bones, so the more unwelcome he is, the more itching to think about it. get close.

O man!

Jing Ke looked disgusted.

"Have you finished your work today?"

"The statistics have been completed. These are personnel deployment plans. Let Miss Jing come to make up her mind." Li Jiancheng is good at management. He once even managed the population of a country. Now it is not difficult to manage the transfer of only 300 people.

In the slums, a big pot of rice is now practiced, and the entire organization is carried out in an orderly manner. Although everyone is not eating well, being able to eat and have clothes to wear is enough to make those poor people obediently obey orders.

When Li Jiancheng came into contact with this management model for the first time, he found it fresh everywhere.

Jing Ke took the results recorded in his hand, and really looked at him highly: "It's rare, it seems that you also have some abilities!"

The first time he heard Jing Ke say words of praise for him, Li Jiancheng was flattered, and his humble nature made him smile slightly.

"But don't be complacent," Jing Ke changed the subject, "There are more troublesome things waiting for you in the future." Jing Ke responded solemnly.

Seeing that the girl's ears were red, Li Jiancheng forced himself to keep a straight face, knowing in his heart that Miss Jing was making a fuss again, his heart was itchy as if a feather was scratching it.

"I will do everything according to the girl's orders." Li Jiancheng said politely.

Jing Ke ignored him and concentrated on what he was doing.

In the silence, Li Jiancheng looked at the dark sky outside, and gradually felt a little anxious.

It has been eight days since he disappeared. It is difficult for the secret guards distributed in Dazhou to find him here. He is almost isolated from the outside world in the slums. I wonder if there will be chaos outside because of the disappearance of the Tang prince?

If the news goes up to the heavens, and even spreads back to the Tang Kingdom, Da Zhou and the Tang Kingdom are bound to turn against each other. The current situation is very unfavorable to my father!

Li Jiancheng sighed softly, and said to Jing Ke: "Miss Jing, it looks like it's going to rain today, order someone to take back the drying things."

Jing Ke looked at the sky and listened to his suggestion.

When Zhou Fu came to the slum, it was raining heavily, and he brought Cai Lun's latest research results, and asked Jing Ke to mass-produce them as soon as possible according to this method.

Granny Ma took over the new formula, patted her chest and assured her: "Young master, don't worry, the craftsmen are already familiar with their skills. With more refined formulas, increasing production is not a problem."

Now Cai Lun is researching the production of hard paper in Qinxuedian Pavilion, increasing the thickness and hardness of the paper, and then printing patterns and light colors, or immersing it in flowers. Cai Lun keeps trying and develops the fragrant printed paper. In addition, there is also ink paper for literati to write letters. The cost of these is higher than that of ordinary paper, and the paper is also thicker, so the price is also higher.

When everything was ready, Zhou Fu followed the sales method taught by Sima Zhong.With the highly popular advertising effect and hunger marketing, daily paper and printing paper are sold separately.

On this day, the Lanqin Garden troupe came to have a big patron. The status of this patron was so valuable that even Prince Yan wanted to avoid him temporarily.

Originally, this show was fully booked by Prince Yan. Prince Yan loved their dan roles disguised as women, and supported their troupe many times, but now he gave up the show to this big customer. More noble, perhaps some powerful person in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

As everyone knows, Zhou Fu issued an edict, depending on the abilities of the princes of various countries, ordering them to observe the sentiments of the people and submit a memorial written by himself.

Prince Yan is now wandering the streets, thinking hard.

Murong Hong of Yan State is the son of Murong Jun, King of Yan. He has an older brother, Murong Wei. He is not the most outstanding among the sons of King Yan. He also has ambitions. He feels that he is no worse than his elder brother. Maybe it's just because his elder brother looks like his mother, with a handsome and elegant face, while he himself looks like his father, with a rough look?

Therefore, for the opportunity to take the lead, he must try his best to perform.

The head of the troupe respectfully welcomed the big patron into the troupe, and after the big patron sat down, the actors above began to babble and sing.

The whole theater troupe sang for him alone, and the squad leader followed the nobleman and waited on him.Danjiao entered the arena gracefully in a slender veil skirt, his voice was soft and soft like a woman, and the makeup on his face was charming and moving. Although Zhou Fu didn't understand opera, this Danjiao's timbre and voice could sing various syllables with ease , I want to come to the extreme practice of singing, even people who don't understand it will feel pleasant to the ear, smooth and refreshing.

You Lian turned around, glanced at the young man who was sitting next to the theater, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

I thought it would be a potbellied court dignitary, but I didn't expect it to be a half-grown kid.

Do the children of everyone today let their children go in and out of the theater and song building like this?Don't the elders in the family care about it?

The performances on the stage are extremely exciting. If there are many people, there will be repeated applause every time there is a climax.But the boy turned his head to the squad leader without changing his face and said: "Your stage, what's missing."

The squad leader's heart trembled, and he said in doubt: "Please tell me, what is missing on the stage?"

The young man smiled, summoned the attendant, and ordered him to bring the paper rolled up in his hand.

"The stage layout of yours is bare, even the red satin is dyed, which is too vulgar. What do you think of this painting?" The young man spread out the paper, and on the huge paper, a white jade-like background emerged. The divine bird with wings is vivid and colorful.

Zhou Fu ordered people to dye the paper with dyes. There are no colorful paints yet, so he scribbled on it casually to form colorful feathers.

The squad leader was amazed by its color, but he said hesitantly: "It's just that my little theater troupe can't afford the money to buy the treasures in the hands of the nobles!"

Zhou Fu laughed and said: "Whoever asks you to buy it, I will give it to you as a gift of my random sketch. Your singing skills are good!"

There is no better pie from the sky than this, and the squad leader panicked and said: "Here, you will not be rewarded for no merit. Your paintings are very precious. How can we afford it?"

Zhou Fu proudly said: "This young master is here to do business with the troupe leader, so I will give this painting to you as a gift!"

The reason why Lanqinyuan Opera Troupe was chosen as the place to sell paper is mainly because of its good location, which is very close to the waste street, which is convenient for them to continuously supply.On the other side, it is close to the brothel red street of Dazhou. The children of the nobles who come and go here have a lot of money and a lot of people.

It’s just that this Lanqin Garden is someone else’s property, Zhou Fu squinted his eyes, and he sent someone to check it out. Lanqin Garden seems to be tall, but in fact it’s all relying on the identities of the guests to pretend to be powerful, and it’s rare for the troupe To be able to persevere among the rich and powerful, you must know that famous actors are often invited to drink tea by the nobles.

Now that he knew that there was no difficult master behind Lanqin Garden, Zhou Fu planned to buy the play garden when he had enough money.

After You Lian stepped down from the stage, seeing the squad leader hanging the painting on the wall, people from their theater troupe surrounded the painting, admiring it.

"Squad leader, what did the big customer say to you?" At this time, You Lian had faded off his colorful makeup, revealing a clean and delicate face. He was not charming, but had a masculine vigor.

"Your Excellency wants to do business with us," the troupe leader stroked his beard, looking at the painting thoughtfully, "The direction of the wind this week is about to change."

You Lian worried: "Is there any risk in doing business with the noble?"

"I don't know either," the troupe leader shook his head lightly. "Now the troupe is like dancing on a tightrope. It seems that the business is booming, but in fact there are many crises hidden. If someone targets us again, the king of Zhou may Can't wait any longer."

You Lian sighed, people in their line of work cannot help themselves, actors are humble, nobles support them, they put all their heart into acting, if the nobles want to ruin the scene, they have no backer to rely on, some are just pretending to be powerful.With the help of a few talkative guests to frighten Xiaoxiao, they built the theater in a remote place, maybe they didn't want to avoid trouble.

Just like Prince Yan, he is very interested in You Lian. In order to protect the theater troupe, You Lian can only laugh along with the audience. Fortunately, Prince Yan did not ask too much, and they can also take advantage of the situation to protect their own safety. .

The theater troupe leader murmured: "Selling paper will inevitably elevate the status of the theater troupe. Opportunities and risks coexist in it. If it is not done well, it may be swallowed up by those greedy nobles. I have to think about it, and let me think about it." .”

After Zhou Fu returned to the Zhou Palace, he started to arrange the residence of the two empresses in the Leng Palace.

"Your Majesty is really planning to do this?" Zhao Gao struggled: "People's words are terrible, and doing so may have an impact on His Majesty's honor."

"I don't rely on the cold palace to govern the government," Zhou Fu said indifferently: "Let's do it this way. When there are rumors of ghosts, find someone to act in a show of doing things."

Once the rumors about the haunting became widespread, Zhou Fu would be able to move the two empresses out of the cold palace as a matter of course.

"Find a remote place to build a lunatic asylum," Zhou Fu thought for a while, then said again: "It's not right, the name doesn't sound good, so let's call it Qingming Palace!"

Zhao Gao twitched the corner of his mouth and recorded Zhou Fu's request. As long as something like this kind of majesty's brainstorming is not a big deal, Zhao Gao will follow him.

Be naughty again.

Zhao Gao was helpless and had a headache for his majesty's childishness.

What else can I do?Of course it's pampered!

"Where is the waiter who serves? What standard should be used to serve?"

"One court lady and one servant are enough. The Qingming Palace chooses a smaller one. I think the previous residence of the two empresses is only two rooms. After all, they are people who made mistakes during the period of the late and late emperors. They are just giving them old age. , and don’t need such a dignified and honorable pomp.” Zhou Fu said.

Zhou Fu finally had time to arrange the next move in the cold palace.Under Zhao Gao's strange gaze, he said that his eyes were sore and he was going to sleep, so he went back to his bedroom early and threw himself on the dragon bed to rest.

In fact, the moment he covered himself with a quilt and closed his eyes, he had already arrived at the trumpet of the state of Jin.

How does it feel when you open your eyes and see someone staring at you?

Zhou Fu opened his eyes, looked up and saw Zhou Xiaoshi was staring at him in a daze, he jumped up in fright.

"What are you doing?!" Zhou Fu cried out in shock, patted his chest in fright to relieve his breath.

Zhou Xiaoshi came back to his senses and apologized to him in a trance.

Zhou Fu shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, you just scared me, and now I'm recovering. But why are you in my room?"

Zhou Xiaoshi looked at Zhou Fu blankly, Zhou Fu felt that he was weird, as if he had lost his anger, and asked concerned: "What's the matter with you?"

"Take him..." Zhou Xiaoshi moved his lips, his throat was dry and hoarse: "He is going to marry a concubine."

Zhou Fu didn't expect to hear such explosive news when he first arrived, and he was surprised: "Huh? Sima Zhong is going to marry a concubine? Who will he marry?"

He thought of the white-faced woman who had vowed to become the second concubine a few days ago, and guessed, "Meng's daughter?"

Zhou Xiaoshi nodded with a sad expression on his face.

"Just yesterday, King Jin died unexpectedly, and he had to take over as King Jin in desperation."

"Does this have something to do with his marrying a concubine?" Zhou Fu pulled the stool over and gossiped with interest, "Do you have any inside information? But why are you sad about Sima Zhong marrying a concubine?"

"Shouldn't I be sad?" Zhou Xiaoshi murmured to himself. He looked at Zhou Fu, who was eating melons, and was puzzled by his appearance of listening to gossip with great interest: "He married another woman, don't you?" Sad?"

"Why am I sad?" Zhou Fu was puzzled, "It's too late for me to laugh, let him laugh at me for marrying a dog two days ago, now he is married to a white-faced man!" Thinking of this, Zhou Fule got angry.

Look, the tide is turning.

"Yes, you also married the queen," Zhou Xiaoshi said in a daze, "So, you don't like Zhengdu?"

"I like him!" Zhou Fu looked at Zhou Xiaoshi brightly: "He is the best little friend!"

Zhou Xiaoshi gave him a complicated look, and stopped talking "..."

"Oh, tell me, what's going on?" Zhou Fu urged, feeling Zhou Xiaoshi's low mood, and asked belatedly, "Are you sad?"

"Why am I sad? I don't have the right to ask for anything now." Zhou Xiaoshi smiled, and he said to Zhou Fu: "Concubine Meng became the queen dowager. She was afraid that the new Jin Wang would hurt the third prince, so she detained Jin Jin. The Yinwei token of the kingdom, so that Yinwei obeyed her orders, and threatened Zhengdu to marry her Meng family's niece as a concubine, and when he came to the throne, Meng's daughter would be a veritable queen of Jin."

"Don't be so pessimistic," Zhou Fu comforted him, "A white-faced person wouldn't fall in love with her, and besides, the queen is just a position, just give it to her."

"You are the emperor of Zhou, and you have been crowned empress," Zhou Xiaoshi suddenly thought, "You just said you married a dog?"

Zhou Fu wrinkled his whole face, and told him the first thing in trouble.

Zhou Xiaoshi chuckled: "You can give your beloved dog to the position of queen, and marry a dog as queen, you are like no one before or after."

"I finally laughed." Zhou Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "Sima Zhong definitely didn't want to marry that white-faced man, so don't be too stubborn."

Zhou Xiaoshi responded lightly and forced a smile.

"You are like this now," Zhou Fu tilted his head, and said straightforwardly: "You still rely too much on others. It is better to ask for others than yourself. I feel that instead of complaining about yourself, you should work hard to grow up and rely on your own efforts to achieve what you want. Go for it."

Zhou Xiaoshi poured a bowl of poisonous chicken soup down. Zhou Xiaoshi listened blankly and nodded seriously.

"You in the future will thank your hard-working self!" Zhou Fu said impassionedly.

This... this chicken soup is poisonous!

The sonorous and powerful words penetrated into Zhou Xiaoshi's ears, and there was a thunderstorm in his ears, as if he had been enlightened and suddenly woke up.

Yes, what you want, you have to fight for yourself, relying on others, what kind of skill is self-pity!

Ever since he felt that Zhengdu was getting farther and farther away from him, his heart seemed to be tightly held, and he couldn't breathe. Only when he was around his relatives would he not feel cold all over his body, and he would not have the feeling of being overwhelmed by loneliness. Sense of fear.

Listening to Jun's words now is better than reading ten years of books. After all, he still has a clear view of the road ahead.

"Thank you, brother." Zhou Xiaoshi whispered sincerely.

Zhou Xiaoshi finally said it out, is it suitable to tell him the truth in this situation?

Zhou Fu sighed, and said to Zhou Xiaoshi: "Although it may be too cruel to tell you these things now, I am not your elder brother."

Zhou Xiaoshi was stunned.

"Zhou Shilang has died of poisoning in the hunting ground. He entrusted me before he died. If he finds his younger brother, he must help him take care of his younger brother." Zhou Fu looked at Zhou Xiaoshi worriedly. Dazed, the mood does not seem to have a particularly big ups and downs.

The room was silent, Zhou Fu moved uncomfortably.

"Actually, I guessed it too," Zhou Xiaoshi finally reacted. He said to Zhou Fu, "I just don't want to believe it. After all, you are Emperor Zhou, so how could you be my real elder brother? It's just me. Unexpectedly, my elder brother has already passed away." He felt repressed sorrow in his heart, but he couldn't express it no matter what, even if he was so desperate that it seemed like the sky was falling, his tears were like a dry source, and he couldn't flow out no matter what.

Zhou Fu felt that Zhou Xiaoshi was a bomb/bomb that he was suppressing tightly, and he looked at Zhou Xiaoshi's plain and calm appearance with trepidation, fearing that he would explode if he was not careful.

"Are you okay? I, I, I, shouldn't I tell you at this time?" Zhou Fu panicked a little.

Zhou Xiaoshi twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't laugh anymore: "Don't worry, do you know how your brother died?"

Just as Zhou Fu was about to answer, Zhou Xiaoshi murmured: "Forget it, the hunting ground, the hunting ground of the capital of the Jin Dynasty, is a entertainment place for the rich and powerful. If you can be brought back by Zhengdu, I probably know who it is. Prince."

Zhou Fu was in a hurry: "Your brother was shot by the third prince to save me. Don't take it too seriously. If you can't take it, you can just scold me and beat me."

Zhou Xiaoshi shook his head: "The servants in the hunting grounds have escaped death, but what I hate are the people who built the hunting grounds."

For example, the concubine Meng who slandered the old King Jin, the current Queen Mother Meng, the third prince of Jin who led the rich and powerful to play wantonly, such as...Zhengdu.

"No, how could I blame Zhengdu? Zhengdu never hurts people. The hunting ground was built for the third prince by the old King Jin and the Meng family for pleasure!" Zhou Xiaoshi murmured to himself, the eyes in his eyes There is no turmoil in the calmness, and there is no hatred, but Zhou Fu knows that his calmness is only temporary, and Zhou Fu is very worried, for fear that he will suddenly erupt and hurt others and himself.

"Elder brother is dead, tonight is the day of getting married."

After talking, Zhou Xiaoshi came back again, as if he lost the whole world overnight, Zhou Fu felt that his condition was not right, just about to say something, but saw the person in front of him spit out a mouthful of blood in front of him, standing straight fell down.

Zhou Fu was stunned, hurried to help him up, and probed his breath, but couldn't bear the reality and passed out all of a sudden.

Zhou Fu scratched his head and felt that he had done something wrong, and it would be fine if he didn't talk about it tonight.

He took care of Zhou Xiaoshi all night, and talked to him some words of enlightenment, fearing that Zhou Xiaoshi couldn't accept the status quo and went to find the dagger.

Zhou Xiaoshi thought deeply and was extremely clear. After he woke up, he never knew more clearly what he wanted than now. Since he has lost everything, he is not afraid of losing anything in the future, so nothing in the world can stop him.

Let's grow up and become stronger constantly. Only by constantly moving forward can people gradually approach their desired goals.

Zhou Fu himself is constantly walking forward alone. On the way forward, he meets one partner after another. From the very beginning, he was alone, and now he has Zhao Gao, Zhou Ji, Sima Zhong by his side... .Now Zhou Fu no longer feels confused and lonely.

Zhou Fu babbled to explain him like a silly child, obviously he was out of control when encountering this matter for the first time.

Zhou Xiaoshi patted his head, but comforted him softly: "Don't worry, you haven't done anything wrong, don't worry, I won't be overwhelmed."

"I promised Zhou Shilang to take care of you. If you want relatives, why don't you treat me as your elder brother too," Zhou Fu said tearfully.

Zhou Xiaoshi shook his head and chuckled, pinching Zhou Fu's chubby face: "Your Majesty is only 13 years old, right? Don't talk about elder brother, being my younger brother is more or less the same."

Zhou Fusheng was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he pulled his sleeve and refused to let him go, and said following his words: "In that case, then I will call you brother!"

Zhou Xiaoshi did not expect that he would accept it so seriously, he was stunned, and smiled softly: "I am really lucky to be the elder brother of Emperor Zhou." As he spoke, the silent tears finally flowed It slid down his cheeks, like raindrops that had been suppressed for a long time, falling continuously.

He smiled, and kept repeating to Zhou Fu: "Thank you, thank you..." Thank you for still being willing to give me a hand, thank you for your sincerity, thank you for being willing to tell me the truth... ....

Zhou Fu didn't accomplish anything that night, and he forgot to go to Sima Zhong, and stayed with Zhou Xiaoshi all the time. The two chatted secretly for a while, and both laughed.

When the sky was white, Zhou Fu quietly said to Zhou Xiaoshi: "I should go back, I will go to court soon."

Zhou Xiaoshi responded, "Go, don't worry about me, and be safe."

Zhou Fu returned to Zhou Palace, although he didn't sleep all night, he was still in good spirits, Zhao Gaogang didn't notice anything at all.

On the other hand, Zhou Fu himself was guilty of being a thief, his small eyes were roving, afraid that Zhao Gao would see something.

Zhou Fu felt that he was able to go to the state of Jin, or should he not hide it from Zhao Gao?But he couldn't speak, how could he explain clearly?

Zhou Fu's tangled little face was wrinkled into a ball, Zhao Gao reminded: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

Unexpectedly, the young emperor who was in a daze jumped up like a cat with a guilty conscience.

"Ah, oh, go to court!" Zhou Fu came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran towards Yujia, as if there was a beast chasing after him.

Zhao Gao was confused by Zhou Fu's reaction, he squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Fu's running back, feeling that this little guy was hiding something from him.

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Wang Yuan is a collateral clan of the Wang family. The Wang Mang branch is the most prominent of the Wang family. Although Wang Yuan's branch has a lot of power, they have a lot of money.

Wang Yuan is often ridiculed by people, saying that he has vulgar taste and lack of knowledge, which has ruined the reputation of the Wang family.

Wang Yuan grunted and parted from those people, thinking in his heart that one day, sooner or later, he would impress them.

Although Wang Yuan is ignorant, he is filial to his mother. He accompanied his mother to the Lanqin Garden to listen to the opera, poured tea for his mother, and made her happy.

When the show started, Wang Yuan, who didn't know much about the show, looked around. His eyes were gradually attracted by the wonderful paintings hanging on the wall. There were not a few people present who fell on the paintings. They were all shocked and stared at the scene. I can't stop looking at the painting.

If you want to say how profound the painting is, it won't be too deep. The painting is mainly rich in color, and a few strokes of smearing set off the white and spotless paper like a miracle.

Wang Yuan noticed that an attendant was asking the squad leader if the painting was for sale, so he whispered to his mother before going to inquire about the situation.

"The painting was given to the theater troupe by a nobleman, and if you want to win the prize for the theater troupe, even Prince Yan will tsk