Chapter 300: A Day in the Life of the Prince's Wife
The wind and snow stopped, the winter sky rose, and the late sunlight followed the window lattice of the palace and dappled the floor of the room. A pair of pairs of red curtains were placed beside the bed. Women's brand new embroidered spring lake boots.
A "squeak" sound suddenly came from the bed, and a pair of snow-white Rouyi stretched out the misty dragon and phoenix quilt.
Zhe Feiyan subconsciously snuggled into the vaguely feeling arms, but only the residual warmth was left. She didn't see the gentle arms last night, so she couldn't help but open her eyes, but her eyes were empty.
She was stunned for a moment, remembering the madness last night and the feeling of wandering in a dream in the clouds that was completely different from the years of painstaking practice, a trace of shyness and a little loss appeared on her face.
He's not in now?
Where did he go?
She suddenly wanted to see him. This was a strange dependence that was indescribable.
I was stunned for a while, then I waved my slender hand lightly, and a stream of water swept across all directions, penetrating hundreds of acupuncture points, and I felt my body was extremely sore and numb.
Five hours, really hard work...
She suddenly seemed to remember something again. She hurriedly rummaged under the quilt and picked up a snow-white silk scarf, which was stained with a bright red blood stain. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Whether you are a martial arts master or a rich lady, you are married as a woman, and you are receiving a favor for the first time, this thing is extremely important, even more important than life.
Picked up the brand-new pleated clothes and white skirt on the side, put them on in a hurry, put the silk scarf into his arms, and just put on his boots, the family's personal maid Jian Chun and seven or eight other maids filed in. , watched quietly She glanced at it and smiled slightly: "Miss, are you up?"
"Yes."
Zhe Feiyan waved her sleeves and sat beside the bronze mirror. Jian Chun and a few people who were good at grooming The maid has already come forward to serve.
It wasn't until half an hour later that I finally finished washing and dressing up. I lightly swept my eyebrows and lightly touched my red lips. My eyebrows were like green feathers, my skin was like mutton fat, my face was lined with peach petals, and I had a slim waist.
Due to his years of martial arts practice, his figure is slender yet graceful and well-proportioned like water. His pair of smoky eyes exude respectable insight.
“The eldest lady is so beautiful.” Jian Chun pursed his lips and chuckled.
"Where is the prince?" Zhe Feiyan stood up and asked softly. She didn't know what strange thoughts prompted her, but she really wanted to see him.
Jian Chun chuckled and said: "I went to Yangxin Pavilion by the Bibo Pond early in the morning to handle government affairs."
Zhe Feiyan thought for a while and then ordered: "Prepare tea and come with me to my uncle and aunt to serve tea."
...
When we arrived at the side hall where Jiang Hu and his wife were, it was early. A maid informed them in advance that the couple were already sitting on the imperial chair, pretending to be the father-in-law and mother-in-law who were in charge of the family.
The two of them only have one legitimate daughter, Jiang Yuxi, who was sent by Jiang Yuqing to lead the army of the ten countries in the Western Regions. There are also many concubines and concubines, but in a family that pays great attention to the distinction between legitimate concubines and concubines, it is really not worth it. Mention it, and they are all young men with little potential, and rarely take a second look.
So the two of them had never had the experience of being parents-in-law, and they were a little excited at this time, but when they saw Zhe Feiyan approaching, they bowed and saluted without losing any courtesy, and offered tea: "Uncle, please, Auntie’s tea!”
"Okay, okay..."
With this ironing in their hearts, the two of them couldn't help but think that if Jiang Yuqing was their son...
Forget it! Our family is incapable of producing such a son. He is too domineering, too forceful, too arbitrary in temper, and too deep-minded. As an elder, he is a little scared.
However, Mrs. Guo still acted like her mother-in-law, chattering endlessly about the rules of the family and the style of the prince, and then she found that Zhe Feiyan's eyes were full of magnanimity and a knowing smile.
I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. This young lady was also a very high-level martial artist, from a wealthy family, and very principled and independent. I couldn't help but feel bored for a while.
Zhe Feiyan left the side hall, it was already close to noon, and he casually looked at the blue sky and a few wisps of passing clouds. Suddenly a trace of shock flashed through his eyes as clean as a clear pool, and he immediately quickened his pace: "Go to Yangxin Pavilion! ”
The Bibo Pool is located in the northeast corner of the mansion. It is a huge lake that runs through the Holy Mountain River in the city. A wooden village leads to the center of the lake. In the center of the lake is a huge pavilion with carved beams and painted tiles.
Zhe Feiyan arrived at the pavilion and took a look inside. She saw Jiang Yuqing sitting cross-legged on the main seat at the desk. She was dressed in brocade clothes and had her hair tied up with a golden crown. Her long black hair was spread around her waist. She had a tall and straight figure and a skin tone that was better than that of a girl. The family is whiter, the boy is even more handsome than the girl, and he is writing something. On each side stood a graceful maid with a sword on her waist and a charming or elf-like appearance.
Below are more than twenty officials of various ranks and military generals, also writing something.
This is dealing with the military and political affairs of the Western Qin Dynasty. It is only a pavilion in the middle of a lake, but it is already the center of the Western Qin Dynasty's ten thousand miles territory.
Zhe Feiyan didn't know whether to advance or retreat.
At this time, the county prince raised his head, a smile appeared in his deep eyes that were always difficult to understand, waved to her, and patted her side.
Zhe Feiyan felt warm in her heart and walked into the pavilion.
"Madam!"
All the officials and generals stood up and saluted.
"You guys can do it yourself."
Zhe Feiyan nodded lightly, walked straight to Xin Zhuo, met his gaze, her heart trembled, lowered her head and sat cross-legged.
After waiting for a while, I quietly looked at the county prince, and saw that he was continuing to write something. Then I looked at the thick stack of documents waiting for comments on the desk, and couldn't help but pursed my lips.
On the current document is a row of small regular letters that are not pretty but are vigorous and powerful. The content is shocking:
"All taxes in the three prefectures and eighteen prefectures are reduced or exempted. This is the decree of the county and prince's government. Why are there still road levies, carriage fees, land tax, commercial taxes and head fees? Are the prefecture and government officials eating shit?
Official officials arrested all those involved in the case and beheaded them. If the sect cannot be managed, I will order the Lieutenant General to deal with it. Jiang Weizhong, if you, the prefect, still want to continue, show me your results, and you are not just talking nonsense..."
What you said is too straightforward. Bai, too rude, not at all like the Iron-blooded Prince's handiwork.
But then he wrote another line: "I understand the principle that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. It is not unavoidable that the officials under the sect are corrupt and the dogs are struggling, but Governor Chiang, you should know that the current situation is difficult. Difficult, it must not happen now! I am a person who can't tolerate dirt in my eyes. If the officials under me treat me sincerely, I will not hesitate to reward me and give me an official position. "
This sentence is like the finishing touch. . The front is ruthless, and the back is heartfelt and inspiring.
Such an annotation came from the hand of the Iron-blooded Prince, who would dare to fool the people below?
Zhe Feiyan looked at Xin Zhuo blankly, and suddenly she didn't understand why this husband, who was only eighteen years old after the New Year, could be so skillful and insightful of the world, like a seventy-year-old and a royal servant. A shrewd politician.
Next, the king of the county writes like a genius. He often glances at a document and sees the officials’ intentions and hidden secrets. They should be beaten, killed, and praised. The praise deserves a lot of reward.
When it comes to playing Tai Chi, no one can play it better than him. He has both thunderous skills and gentle breeze.
He also knows everything about government affairs, people's livelihood, military affairs, and criminal litigation. He is extremely familiar with and good at it.
Zhe Feiyan has been completely shocked. Such a person is definitely a sage. I am afraid that in a few years, the land of Western Qin will become a pure land on earth where people will live and work in peace and contentment.
She looked at Xin Zhuo silently, and her mentality suddenly changed completely. If she was still a little repulsive yesterday, today she felt... maybe she had surpassed such a man.
The current head of the Jiang family, the king of the West Qin County, the little master, the leader of hundreds of thousands of troops and tens of millions of people, is a sage and arbitrary person, but he is also young and handsome.
I was crazy for a moment.
But Xin Zhuo actually has no ideas. He has too many things on his mind, such as dealing with ghost things like government affairs. With his little venerable realm, the powerful Yuanchen Palace and all kinds of things that were poisoned by movies, TV dramas and novels in his previous life, Routine memory is really childish.
It wasn't until all the documents were annotated and distributed by the government officials that they asked in a deep voice: "Where is the Minister of Rites? Is there any news about Mr. Yu Siliu?"
He drank too much again, and there was so much going on during the Spring Festival. There is more, there will be another chapter later, the plot will be dull for a few chapters, and then there will be a big fight.
(End of this chapter)