Qu clear as promised

Liang Hui laughed at himself, he is not a serious prince, let alone exiled, even if he died, no one might know and care.

"The exile will pass through many places," Liang Hui pointed out to him. "The Taiwan willows in the source of Pingyan River grow the best, and the shallows are flat and wide. As soon as spring comes, farmers compete to cut willow branches and sell them in the market."

"The most tender crop has the best price. Craftsmen weave it into various small animals and baskets, and wait for young ladies and gentlemen who go outing to buy it. Tidal flats are not suitable for intensive cultivation. The government might as well return them all to forests, so as to eliminate the loss of soil erosion. Together."

"Qin County is the best place for winter wheat, with leeward slopes and abundant water, suitable for winter crops."

"In the past, the Gyeonggi granaries always transported Guangcheng rice from Jinzhou in case of emergency. In fact, as long as the Bian River is opened up, the winter wheat from the Qinmeng Plain can be supplied to the five states of the imperial capital."

Zhu Zhiyi felt that listening to Liang Hui's talk was more interesting than looking at boring local pictures. He couldn't help but tilt his head. Liang Hui was looking at the distant hills, and his tone was also flat. meaning.

In the past, his grandfather always said that the first prince was pure and kind, and he would be a rare benevolent monarch in a generation. Zhu Zhiyi should do his best to help him.

Zhu Zhiyi thinks it is, but at this moment he can't help but think that maybe in the peaceful and prosperous age, the Eastern Palace can become a benevolent monarch, but in this current situation where powerful ministers are dominant and treacherous and dark, maybe Liang Hui is a more suitable monarch.

He is ruthless enough, but also patient, with a broad vision, and has endured hardships. Unlike courtiers who talk about wars on paper, he has seen and felt this dynasty in real life. It is not surprising that he has just awakened and become the overlord of Kyushu with great talent and boldness.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhiyi felt a little regretful, no matter whether Liang Hui was the wise king who would dominate Kyushu in the future, he would never be the good minister who helped the world to create a peaceful and prosperous age.

"What is Qinggui thinking?"

Zhu Zhiyi came back to his senses, suddenly felt a little guilty, but felt guilty again, so he said without changing his expression: "The emperor is well-informed and well-informed, I am ashamed of myself." He also poured him half a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat.

Liang Hui touched him with his fingertips when he took it, and said with a smile, "This is the first time Qinggui has poured tea for me."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi changed the subject, "Does the emperor want to connect the Bianhe River and Yanshui River?"

Liang Hui laughed at himself and said directly: "It can't be done."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't say a word, it really can't be done, Bianhe is connected to Qinchu, the granary of the salt department, a big official taxpayer, Liang Hui can't get in now.

But Liang Hui said again: "But sooner or later we will get through."

Having said that, Zhu Zhiyi has no doubts that what Liang Hui wants to do must be done.

On the way, a shadow guard submitted a secret letter, and Liang Hui did not avoid Zhu Zhiyi, so he directly opened it.

Now it's Liang Hui's turn to read the secret letter, and Zhu Zhiyi reads Liang Hui.

When he was a child, he had no impression of this little-known Fifth Highness. In fact, the young emperor was very beautiful, with handsome eyebrows and a high nose. He would frown slightly when he was concentrating.

After a while, Liang Hui suddenly raised his eyelids, Zhu Zhiyi reacted very quickly, and lowered his eyes, very naturally, his eyes passed by, and did not meet in one place.

Inexplicably relieved, he closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap, but he didn't see the corners of Liang Hui's mouth curled up secretly.

Zhu Zhiyi gradually fell into sleep, these days are too tired, and travel matters are complicated, Zhu Zhiyi also has no peace in his dream, frowned, Liang Hui reached out to pick up his head that was about to fall.

The long hair was black and soft, wrapped around his fingertips, Liang Hui twitched Zhu Zhiyi's hair, thinking of something, the carriage suddenly shook, Liang Hui simply sat on his side, and put the human head on his shoulder .

Zhu Zhiyi was in a deep sleep, rubbing against his shoulder, half asleep and half awake, as if someone came to report: "... Fu Junrong... Lao Dun... please... Your Majesty... visit."

Liang Hui quickly reached out to cover Zhu Zhiyi's ears, and gestured for silence. The attendant couldn't wait for a long time to reply, so he raised his head tentatively, met the emperor's sharp eyebrows, and backed away with a heartbeat.

Zhu Zhiyi hadn’t had such a peaceful sleep for a long time. When she woke up, the procession stopped by the river to rest. The river was clear. Zhu Zhiyi was watching the horses drinking water and grazing on the bank. Come and say hello.

Zhu Zhiyi nodded and said that there is no need to be formal.

Lie Yan looked at the surface of the river and then at his beautiful side face, grinning: "The Queen wants to eat fish? You can go down and catch it."

Zhu Zhiyi raised her eyebrows: "You can also catch fish."

Hu Lelieyan took the opportunity to invite him to come to his hometown: "I grew up by Tianchi since I was a child. I go down the river in summer and dig ice in winter. The catfish there are the most fat and delicious. If the Queen has the opportunity to come, I will give you a chance. I must take you to try the cumin charcoal grill."

Zhu Zhiyi heard that he praised the number of northern Qiang, and was a little unwilling to show weakness, and said with his hands behind his back: "Okay, but let's invite Prince Lieyan to taste the fresh crabs from the river in Daliang. Ten miles of lotus is fragrant, peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat, if your highness is not in a hurry to go back, you can wait until autumn is high, enjoy chrysanthemums and eat crabs."

Hu Lelie was overjoyed, and stepped forward half a step: "Since the Queen has kindly invited you, I—"

Suddenly, with a sound of "咻", a sword was drawn above the head, the willow leaves and branches were cut down one after another, and the sword returned to its sheath.

Liang Hui's.

Not far away, the emperor listened to the report from the governor of the imperial army, came over to pick up the willow branch, and twirled his slender fingers.

Sure enough, Zhu Zhiyi was attracted and his eyes drifted over.

Liang Hui didn't even look up, and after weaving a dragonfly, he handed it to him and smiled regretfully: "It's not the latest crop of Chunri."

This place has not yet come out of Yanping, Zhu Zhiyi took it over, the Zhangtai willow is indeed green and green, its veins, leaf shape, and growth are all more impressive than the artificial willows in the palace.

Zhu Zhiyi looked around, and couldn't put it down: "Every crop is good, and it is absolutely better than Yanliu Manhuangdu."

Liang Hui approached half a step closer, stretched out his hand to teach him how to prop up Liu Qingting's wings, and said, "I see that Han Yu is clearly showing off with Zhang Ji." Each person dropped a sentence of book bags, and Hu Lelieyan couldn't get in the words in the profound poems and poems about the culture of the Central Plains. He opened his mouth several times, but stopped talking.

Liang Hui stood on the other side, just blocking his view of Zhu Zhiyi's side face, and raised the two remaining willow branches in his hand: "What else does Qing Gui want?"

Zhu Zhiyi had learned his skills well before, so he planned to think of something more difficult. Looking at Liang Hui's dark eyes, he whispered softly, "Wolf."

"What?" Liang Hui leaned closer to listen.

Zhu Zhiyi backed away half a point, and bent the corner of his mouth very lightly: "I want wolves."

Liang Hui also curled the corners of his mouth, his expression a little indulgent, and he lowered his head and began to make up: "It seems that the mighty and ferocious beasts can catch the eyes of the rules." Last time he made a snow sculpture, he ordered a leopard, and now he wants a wolf. It really doesn't seem like he eats grass. temper.

Liang Hui moved quickly, and the little wolf came alive. Zhu Zhiyi looked at Liang Hui, then at the straw weaving, and murmured, "It's quite similar."

The fangs are pointed and the ears are also pointed.

Liang Hui couldn't understand what he meant, and immediately turned into a sheep, imitating his appearance, thinking: "It's quite similar."

Zhu Zhiyi: "..."

The author says:

[Peach Blossom and Flowing Water Mandarin Fish Fat] Quoted from Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman's Song"