Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

"The third prince of Yanyun, His Highness, used to be from the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Why, it's only been a few years, and he's drinking milk like the Youyun people." A strange voice suddenly sounded from the hall.

When the others heard the obvious fault-finding words, they all calmed down, followed the source of the voice, and looked at the speaker.

This person is the fourth prince of Emperor Hongde, who has just been crowned King of Yue, and it is the time when the spring breeze is in full swing.

Okay, another father who came to find fault with him because he made himself king.Listening to this means that he is mocking him for forgetting his ancestors.

Song Qingyuan put down the spoon and raised his head.In fact, there is one thing that he has been thinking about:

As a traitor in the eyes of Southern Zhou people, Emperor Hongde was not only unable to kill his father, but was beaten by King Yan so that he dared not leave Montenegro.Is this something to be proud of?

Why are there always people ridiculing him over this incident, shouldn't they be ashamed?

Although it may be incompetent and furious, but when the kings and envoys of various countries are present, it still feels a little embarrassing, right?

Sure enough, Emperor Hongde on the dragon chair showed an uneasy expression.

Song Qingyuan looked at His Highness King Yue, raised his wine glass, and said with a natural expression: "It is precisely because of his fondness for dairy products that my father is unwilling to leave Yanyun. As a son of man, naturally he must respect his father's preferences."

It is not difficult for everyone to understand the meaning of his words:

King Yan had no scruples to establish himself as king, not because of the decline of Nan Zhou, nor because Nan Zhou didn't even have a general who could fight, but simply because his old man liked dairy products too much.

As for Song Qingyuan's fondness for cheese, it's entirely because he is more filial and likes to imitate his father's hobbies.

This is quite shameless, but it is also full of ridicule.

After Song Qingyuan finished speaking, he took the time to toast a glass of wine to the ashen-faced Yue Wangyao.

Others did not expect that he would say such a thing regardless of Emperor Hongde's face.The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

The ministers of the Southern Zhou Dynasty hurriedly stepped forward to divert the topic, lest people keep watching their jokes.

Others began to think about the meaning of Song Qingyuan's words.The words just now severely offended Emperor Hongde, and I don't know if it was the meaning of King Yan.

And the culprit who caused all this, Song Qingyuan, continued to eat food leisurely, thinking about his house renovation project by the way.

Nowadays, most of the windows of poor people's homes still use bamboo curtains and wooden boards.In winter, the windows are closed to keep the house warm. Even at noon, the house is dark and full of silence and poverty.

He was still wondering why he didn't use paper to paste the window, but when he asked the price of the paper, he understood everything.

Paper is too expensive in this day and age!

Paper is not a high-cost item, but now the papermaking technology in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is monopolized by those aristocratic families.They control the price of paper, and less wealthy scholars can't afford to use it, let alone use it to make windows.And ordinary paper is too weak.

As for the princes and nobles, they used silk or polished shells as windows.

Song Qingyuan has been thinking for the past few days whether he can try to make paper and then make it into tung oil paper.

As for why not try to make glass, as one of the necessary three-piece suits for time travel, the manufacturing process of glass is not complicated.

Song Qingyuan also considered it, but gave up decisively after calculating the cost.

The current productivity cannot achieve low-cost mass production.Even if glass is made, it is a luxury that the poor cannot afford.

Created to serve dignitaries and nobles?

Come on, the lives of these people are already luxurious enough, and he has no interest in going to the standard of living of these people.

Moreover, the cost of glass is expensive, and the money for buying glass will not have to be squeezed from the poor and taken from the poor.

As a modern person who has traveled to ancient times, there must be countless wisdom from later generations in his mind.

But any invention that does not belong to this era is enough to have a huge impact on the world.Before thinking clearly about the pros and cons, Song Qingyuan couldn't let himself mess around.

The matter of making paper was Song Qingyuan's decision after thinking for a long time.But because there are several steps in the process, it is not sure yet.So still in the planning.

Song Qingyuan on this side is still distracted, while King Mobei on the opposite side has been sizing him up for a long time.

Lian mentioned that when he was in Mobei, he had indirect contact with the third prince of Yanyun by chance, but it was not a big deal.

He didn't really notice this old man until what he said just now.

Intuition told Lian Ti that Song Qingyuan didn't think it was so complicated when he hated the King of Yue, he just didn't like them.

I didn't expect there to be a heretic like him among this group of Central Plains people full of twists and turns.Lian Ti raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyuan who was eating with his head down;

"This man can't stop looking at it." Song Qingyuan thought to himself.

After he finished beating the Queen of Yue, many people turned their attention to him.But soon he was drawn away by other things.

Only the person on the opposite side looked at him for a long time, and the feeling of Rumang's presence made him quite uncomfortable.

Song Qingyuan couldn't bear it anymore, put down his chopsticks, and stared back at the source of his gaze.

Lian Ti stared at Song Qingyuan's downcast eyes for a long time, but it was the first time he met his eyes.

The moment he saw Song Qingyuan's eyes, Lian Ti was attracted.In other words, no one can ignore those eyes.

His eyes are like the most secluded pool under the snow-capped mountains, even if the sky is full of stars falling into his eyes, they will not splash a little light.

But when he looked over, he saw a pair of charming red phoenix eyes, the tails of which were turned upwards, and a squinting glance was infinitely romantic.

Unlike the rumored Third Prince Yanyun who was sent to the Southern Zhou Dynasty as a pawn after failing to compete with his elder brother for the throne, he looked more like a son of a romantic family.I even thought about it.

He didn't feel embarrassed because he was caught, but instead raised the corners of his mouth and tilted his head to smile at him.

In terms of shamelessness, it is obvious that King Mobei is better.Song Qingyuan continued to eat rather speechlessly.

But if he could hear Lian Ti's inner thoughts, he would definitely agree with him regardless of the past.After all, he has only been the son of King Yan for a few years, but he has been the eldest son of the Song family for more than 20 years.

The banquet didn't end until after noon.After the show was over, the palace people in charge of reception led the princes and nobles to Xiyuan to enjoy the scenery.

Song Qingyuan followed the principle of "Where there are few people, go where there are few people", walked for a long time in the direction of the crowd with his back on his back, and arrived at Fubiting.

The Fubiting Pavilion is located in a remote place, and few people come to it on weekdays, so it looks a bit desolate.

"Your Highness, why was the King of Mobei so rude at the banquet just now?" Jiang Duo complained while making tea for him.

Song Qingyuan chuckled softly, "Do you really think he is impolite?"

Jiang Duo was puzzled, "Isn't it?"

Song Qingyuan took a sip of tea, "Don't underestimate him, how can he be a fool who doesn't know how to be polite if he can sit on the throne in Mobei's situation."

Jiang Duo nodded, knowing that Song Qingyuan didn't like having a bunch of palace people standing behind him.After making a pot of tea, he took the accompanying palace people to a small garden not far away to wait.

After dismissing the accompanying palace people, Song Qingyuan stood alone in the pavilion, quietly watching the fish swimming in and out of the pond.

Jiang Duo was no stranger to seeing such a scene.

Not long after he followed His Highness, he discovered that His Highness loves nothing more than staring at something alone.If no one bothers you, you can often watch it for an hour or two.

He is the most despicable sin slave, His Highness saved his life with kindness, and did not despise his background, let him serve him personally.

He didn't dare to speculate on His Highness's thoughts at will, but occasionally felt that His Highness seemed to be somewhat lonely and lonely.

But Jiang Duo was not born with such a humble status.

Before he was 15 years old, he was the young master of the Jiang family.Until someone reported that his father had embezzled a sum of money for disaster relief, King Yan was furious and beheaded his father.

All the women in the family acted as official prostitutes.The men were enslaved and exiled to the border to build a city wall.

Sin slaves are the lowest category of these people, and they do the hardest and most tiring work.If they were injured or seriously ill, they would be thrown directly into the mass grave.

Under such circumstances, within a year, Jiang Duo was the only man left alive in the family.

Later, when he was carrying a log, he fell off the city wall. The steward didn't bother to deal with it, so he threw him into the mountain with only one breath left, leaving him to fend for himself.

When he was waiting to die, he caught up with His Highness passing by, brought him back to the mansion, and invited the mansion doctor to see him.

Therefore, although Jiang Duo has been with His Highness not long ago, he is not as close as the one who served His Highness since childhood, but he is the most loyal one.

Later Song Qingyuan was sent to Southern Zhou as a hostage by the King of Yan, and he returned all the contracts of prostitution of the slaves in the mansion to them, allowing them to fend for themselves.

Everyone was free and grateful to Song Qingyuan.But only Jiang Duo and a few servants refused to leave, followed him to Huijing.

The author says:

Xiao Song’s harvest in this chapter: a few yogurt desserts, a rare opportunity to slap people.

Lian Ti: The king's fortune has come!