Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Okay, okay..." Jiang Xianjing grabbed Qian Zuisheng's hand with his backhand and clenched it tightly.

Fingers crossed until dawn.

Jiang Xianjing woke up again, the sky was already bright.

Qian Zuisheng stretched out his hand to block the light for Jiang Xian: "Are you hungry?"

Only then did Jiang Xian realize that her entire body was almost lying on Qian Zuisheng's chest.

Although he is not strong, he still has some weight. If he suppresses Qianzui's voice all night, it will be enough for him.

Jiang Xian got up in a panic, suddenly hurting his back, he gasped, and couldn't help hissing.

Qian Zuisheng dragged him back unceremoniously: "Don't move around..."

Leaning into the hot and solid chest, his breath was filled with the fragrance of Qianzui's hair, Jiang Xian was so startled that his mouth almost reached his ears.

The days when Jiang Xianjing was grounded were not boring, they could even be described as pleasant.

Jiang Jimin came to the palace to visit him from time to time.

All kinds of delicious and fun food in the palace were sent to the palace like running water.

These are all secondary, the most important thing is that Qian Zuisheng is so considerate to Jiang Xianjing.

The relationship between the two can even be described as affection.

Jiang Xianjing also found out at this time.

Qian Zuisheng has a strong desire to control.

Jiang Xianjing's food and daily life during his recuperation period, he is not willing to give anyone else the slightest bit, and Qian Zuisheng should do it himself.

It's just that every time the dressing is changed, Jiang Xian will inevitably be shocked by the double sky of ice and fire.

Jiang Xianjing's health is very good, and it didn't take long for him to be alive and well again. Apart from being unable to go out, he was able to eat, drink and have fun.

After Qi Lu was deprived of his crown prince title, he was at a standstill for a while.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xianjing, but later saw that Jiang Xianjing was unlucky.

The two were sick and pity each other and even played together again.

During the day, Qianzui went to work, and Qi Lu secretly came to the palace to accompany Jiang Xian to walk the bird and listen to the music.

When Qian Zui came back, Qi Lu quietly slipped out again.

I can't explain why, those dandies who share Jiang Xianjing's taste, feel timid when they see Qian Zuisheng.

It may be that Qianzuisheng feels too cold, which makes people feel awe and alienation for no reason.

Huaigu City is located in the most northwest of Jiangling Kingdom, bordering Gaochang Kingdom in the north and Qianyu Kingdom in the west.

Last year, there was no rain in spring plowing, and there was no harvest in autumn.

Jiang Jimin wrote several tax reductions and exemptions, and the relief food funds were allocated one after another, but it still didn't help.

This year, nostalgic people actually gave up spring plowing and fled collectively.

The refugees burned, killed and looted, and the people in the neighboring cities suffered unspeakably.

Disaster relief and resettlement of refugees is imperative.

Jiangnan is a land of wealth and prosperity.

The most indispensable thing is the story of idiotic men complaining about women.

While Jiang Xianjing was recuperating from his injuries, he deliberately played tricks and stayed awake. Qian Zuisheng slept for him and her, and accidentally told a story.

Jiang Xianjing was out of control, making a noise with Qian Zuisheng telling him every day.

He also wrote the story into a storybook, and let the theater troupe in the mansion show it to him, and he never tired of it.

When Qian Zuisheng told Jiang Xianjing about this, Jiang Xianjing was holding a storybook in his hand, reading it with great interest.

Qian Zuisheng took away the notebook in his hand and stuffed the chopsticks into his hand: "Eat..."

Jiang Xianjing was reluctant: "Huaigu City? Isn't that the place where this king married you?"

Qian Zuisheng nodded: "The crown prince asked for an order to go there in person, His Majesty has taken a lot of consideration and has not agreed yet."

Jiang Xian thumped in shock.

He vaguely remembered that in the original text, the prince Jiang Jimin was framed and convicted by the original owner during the process of resettling the refugees.

Thus will really embark on the road of cannon fodder.

"Would you like to take a trip?" Jiang Xianjing picked up a chopstick okra for Qian Zuisheng.

Qian Zuisheng frowned, but still put it into his mouth, swallowed it whole and said: "What?"

"How about the two of us asking for a decree to resettle the refugees? It's like a honeymoon trip."

"Honeymoon?"

"Oh, it's the first time to go out to play after getting married, sweet and sweet..."

Seeing that he was out of shape again, Qian Zuisheng turned around and ignored him.

Jiang Xian was startled and softened into a mess: "I'm going to find my father tomorrow, how about we go play around?"

"Don't forget you're still grounded."

"What kind of feet are forbidden? In this Jiangling country, there are still people who can restrain this king's feet?"

Jiang Xianjing did what he said, and the next day he dragged Qian Zuisheng into the palace to meet the saint. In the carriage, Jiang Xianjing explained to the former deepest.

After listening, Qian Zuisheng's face changed completely: "Why don't you personally give advice to Father Wang?"

Jiang Xianjing waved his hand: "I told him he didn't believe me."

Emperor Dajiang was not surprised to see Jiang Xianjing, and asked him with a calm face how he was recovering from his injury?

Jiang Xian approached with a jovial smile, picked up the snacks on the table, took a bite, and said nonchalantly, "Good morning, this is the capital of the country, I'm really bored, father, let me go out for a walk?"

"Where is Prince Du going, do you still need my will?"

"Father."

Seeing that Jiang Xian was startled again, Emperor Dajiang was a little helpless: "Since you have come out, come to court tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Jiang Xianjing and read the playlist by himself.

Jiang Xian's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw Jiang Jimin's request note, which was left alone.

He flipped through it casually: "Father, my brother has a lot of things to do every day, let my son go!"

Emperor Dajiang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You go? Why did our Prince Du get beaten up and turned around?"

"Father, you can let this son go. Anyway, this is not the first time that son has gone. You forgot that I went to Huaigu City the year before last when I picked up the princess. No one is more familiar with it than me...Father... ..."

Emperor Dajiang was so frightened by Jiang Xian that he had no choice but to ask casually: "Well, tell me, how will you resettle the refugees? How will the people's grievances be appeased?"

Jiang Xian stood up in shock and said seriously: "In resettling the refugees, the first thing is to be safe, so naturally we can't leave empty-handed."

Emperor Dajiang shook his head, and was about to say that only giving money would not solve the problem.

Jiang Xianjing continued: "But it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people to fish. Huaigu City is a military transportation fortress. If you want the people to live and work in peace and contentment, it is absolutely impossible to rely on the imperial court to allocate money."

"Oh?"

Emperor Dajiang became a little interested.

Jiang Xianjing continued: "Huaigu City is not suitable for farming. In my opinion, you can't go against the sky. You should look for other vitality."

"What vitality?"

"As for this vitality..."

Jiang Xian looked at Qian Zuisheng in shock: "My son's idea is not here."

Emperor Dajiang pointed at Qian Zuisheng: "You said..."

Qian Zuisheng bowed and said, "Open a mutual market. Father, the silk from Jiangnan, the horses from Gaochang, and the grain from our Jiangling Kingdom. Usually these things are obtained from the tribute of various countries. If the mutual market is opened, these things can all be shared .”

Jiang Xian was stunned to add firewood to the side: "Father, you think, if the people of Jiangling can also wear the silk and satin of Yanyu Jiangnan, and ride the horses of Gaochang, wouldn't it be fun?"

Emperor Dajiang didn't speak.

After a while, he finally looked at Qian Zuisheng: "You two go back first, let me think about it."

On the way back, Jiang Xianjing suddenly sat up straight, stared at Qian Zuisheng and looked up and down: "I was wrong about the richness of Qianyu Country, it's not silk."

"What's not silk?"

Jiang Xianjing hooked Gou Qianzui's chin with his fingertips: "Beauty..."