The eldest grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty!

Chapter 394

The construction of Zhengyang Avenue is not only a surprise to the people of the capital, but also a wonder to the foreign ministers.

"It's too fast. Such a big road can be built in about a month."

"If this speed is followed, in less than ten years, there will be such roads everywhere in the entire Ming Dynasty, then the traffic in the entire Ming Dynasty will become extremely fast."

Pi'erma Heima stood beside Zhengyang Avenue, looked at the endless stream of people on both sides, and sighed.

Since the construction of Zhengyang Avenue began, Pierma Heima, who originally planned to go back in the spring, suddenly lost the idea of ​​leaving Daming, and he wanted to witness it properly.

At present, the houses on both sides of Zhengyang Avenue have just begun to be built, and there is no place to drink tea.

The weather is starting to warm up, and every morning, Pierma Heima will come to watch.

Like Pierma Heima, there are also many foreign ministers from other small countries, and they also come to watch every day.

Anyone with some knowledge can understand what such a path means.

In Zhu Ying's view, the current principles of Daming are extremely muddy, and the official road of the post station is very backward, but it also depends on who you compare with.

In other countries, including the Timur Empire, there are no official roads for post stations, all of which are dirt roads.

Whether it is marching or ordinary people doing business, it is very difficult.

Inevitably, after seeing the construction process of Zhengyang Avenue before and after, they have already started to make concrete ideas.

"You said, do we have a chance to get the secret recipe of this cement?"

Pierma Heima asked softly.

The Mongolian foreign minister next to him heard the words, and his eyes also showed longing. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Your Highness, I think there should be a chance."

"I've sent people around to inquire about it. It is said that the grandson of the Ming Dynasty recruited craftsmen from the Obaro kingdoms to invent the cement formula together with the craftsmen of Daming."

"Those envoys from small countries are really stupid to put their ideas on the craftsmen of Obaro. The invention of cement must be controlled by Daming."

"The spies have sent news that these craftsmen are living in a camp in the northern suburbs of the capital. The guards are extremely strict, and there are even troops stationed in the Daming Guards. It is extremely difficult to steal the secret recipe."

"The only thing we can do now is to find a way to bribe officials who have access to the secret recipe, so that we can get it."

Hearing the word bribe, Pierma Heima said helplessly: "But we don't have much money anymore."

Ever since he came to the capital, Pierma Heima was like meeting Xintiandi.

How can there be a capital in Samarkand? Life here is colorful, especially this Spring Festival, which is an eye-opener for Pierma Heima, and he gets carried away with it.

After initially enjoying a luxurious life with Mr. Zhou, as Timur's grandson, naturally he did not live a frugal life.

But although they brought a lot of gold and silver, they had no income but expenses, and no amount of money could hold them back.

The reason why he had the idea of ​​leaving was because Pierma Heima didn't have much money left.

The Mongolian courtier rolled his eyes and said, "Your Highness, why don't you write to Khan about the situation here and ask Khan to bring some money over here."

"I believe that Khan should be very interested in cement. If we have cement to build roads, our army will be able to march more easily, and the territory that Khan can control will become wider."

"Khan will definitely try his best to get the secret recipe of cement."

Pierma Heima's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "You are right, I will write a letter to grandpa right away."

But after finishing speaking, he said helplessly: "But the time for letters to and fro is too long. No matter how fast it is, it will take about half a year for grandpa's money to arrive."

Timur in Samarkand is thousands of miles away from the capital of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how fast the courier is, it will take more than half a year or even a year to go back and forth.

For cement formulations, it is not too late.

But in such a year, the life of Pi'erma Heima here can only become very frugal.

For the foreign ministers of the Ming Dynasty, the treatment was not bad. There was definitely no salary, but food and housing were included.

The residence is not bad, but in terms of food, it is naturally impossible to say that the meals are full of fish and meat.

Not being able to enjoy delicious food made Pierma Heima unacceptable.

The Mongolian foreign minister suggested, "Your Highness can write another letter to the grassland. The commander there is His uncle Shaharu. I believe that His Royal Highness, the fourth prince, will definitely bring a lot of money after knowing this news."

Pierma Heima's eyes lit up, and he patted the Mongolian foreign minister on the shoulder and praised loudly: "It's a wonderful idea. After my uncle knows about it, he will definitely support me."

"Now that he is fighting on the grassland, he must have accumulated a lot of wealth. Let him send me some more."

"As long as you can get the secret recipe of cement, no matter how much you spend, it's worth it."

After the conversation, Pierma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister rushed to the residence.

They must hurry up and arrange messengers to pass the news to Shahru on the grassland.

Shah Ruh is the fourth son of Timur. He is very good. After knowing the utility of cement, he will definitely support him strongly.

The streets were bustling with crowds, and the conversation between Pierma Heima and Mongolian foreign ministers was not taboo, because they used Turkic language, and they didn't worry about others knowing the situation of their communication.

Many small foreign ministers are like this. When chatting privately, they will use their own language.

"I'm so tired of hearing these two guys' accents."

As soon as Pierma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister left, two thin men who had been hiding beside them came out.

One of them complained.

"Come on, it's not bad, and you can understand it roughly. If they use the Turkic language from Samarkand, it will be a big headache."

said the older man.

"Hey, old Li, don't say it. If it's like this, I'll be more relaxed. You should know that I grew up in the Western Regions since I was a child."

Hearing what Old Li said, the younger man retorted.

Old Li was too lazy to answer, and urged: "Okay, you can only go back to the yamen. This time we can be regarded as a good harvest."

The young Jin Yiwei pursed his mouth: "What can be gained, none of these foreign ministers has the idea of ​​making cement, and we report it to register."

Old Li smiled and said: "You bastard, you need to practice more, the benefits are all in your mouth, and you can still slip away."

"On weekdays, you are asked to use your brain more and spend less time on women's bellies. It's about him writing letters to that Shahru on the grassland."

The young Jin Yiwei was confused and didn't understand.

Old Li could only continue to explain: "What is the content of this letter? Of course it is about the benefits of cement, and the key is money."

"Shaharu on the Grassland, Timur's fourth son, is said to be very talented and invincible in wars. Such a person, after knowing the cement formula, must not hesitate to spend money."

The young Jin Yiwei was still a little confused: "What does that have to do with us?"

Old Li was out of breath, and slapped the rotten wood on the head, making him scream.

Then he scolded: "You bastard, you really have a brain, and you don't even think about how far it is from the grassland to our capital."

"They transported money like this, they must have come secretly, and they will not report it to our court."

"If there is any accident on the road, if money is lost, what does it have to do with our Daming?"

"Even if there is a guess, it is a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis, and can't tell if he is suffering."

"You say that the credit is not great."

The young Jin Yiwei's eyes were shining, and he muttered in his mouth, and the hala flowed out: "Big! Big! Big!"

Seeing this hopeless look, Old Li wanted to slap him again.

But right away, the corners of his mouth also curled up.

Such credit is enough for the two of them to be promoted to Jinyiwei Xiaoqi.

Don't underestimate Jinyiwei Xiaoqi. Although he is only from the seventh rank, he is an official and has a lot of power in his hands.

Most importantly, according to the latest regulations, this kind of reward is not small.

Thinking of his own son, Old Li felt hot in his heart: "Let's go back to the yamen, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Old Litou and Xiaoniannian are just a miniature of the members of Jinyiwei.

Almost all the foreign ministers were under the strict supervision of Jin Yiwei.

No matter which small country you are from or what language you speak, you can find the corresponding translation here in Jinyiwei.

For example, Jin Yiwei was able to answer fluently the craftsmen of Obaro that Zhu Ying recruited from the other side of the ocean.

For Jin Yiwei, any language that is currently known, no matter how small it is, must have someone to learn it.

This is the background of a great country.

In March in the capital, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Zhu Ying woke up from her sleep, and a familiar scent flowed, and she opened her eyes immediately.

What came into view was Ye Yueqing's slightly shy face.

White teeth and bright eyes, a blush on the crystal cheeks.

This morning rhythm made Zhu Ying's throat roll, her mouth dry and tongue dry.

Looking at each other for a moment, Ye Yueqing quickly lowered his head to avoid it.

My heart is pounding like a deer.

Zhu Ying took a glance, and Guo Zhong, who was usually by his side, was not in the room at the moment.

After forcing himself to calm down, Zhu Ying asked, "Is there something important to do so early in the morning?"

Hearing this, Ye Yueqing lowered her head even more, and replied softly:

"It's His Majesty's decree to let me move into Kunning Palace from today on."

As soon as Zhu Ying heard it, she knew what was going on.

Before the master urged the marriage, Zhu Ying subconsciously shied away and said that the grand ceremony would be held after Zhengyang Avenue was completed.

The wedding will be held on Zhengyang Avenue.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt good, so he agreed.

Now that Zhengyang Avenue is about to open, naturally this marriage has to be put on the agenda.

Zhu Ying smiled wryly in her heart.

The old man is doing a sneak attack. He wants to cook the raw rice first. If it is not wrong, the date has already been set for the Qin Tianjian.

According to the old man's temperament, it is estimated that it is the most recent.

These days, he has been busy with political affairs. Although Zhu Ying didn't pay much attention to the harem, according to the usual practice, when he became the grandson, he was already making preparations, and now he is ready.

After thinking it over, Zhu Ying didn't have any resistance in her heart, but the atmosphere was a bit charming.

"Let me help His Highness change."

Seeing Zhu Ying get up, Ye Yueqing stepped forward and said.

Zhu Ying's mouth moved slightly, and she subconsciously refused, but when the words came to her lips, it suddenly changed into: "Okay!"

Taisun's regular clothes are relatively simple to wear.

With Ye Yueqing's help, it took less than a stick of incense to put it on.

Wash, tie hair, crown.

This is the first time for Zhu Ying to be served by someone.

She has been in the palace for a long time, but Zhu Ying did all these things by herself before, and the eunuchs at most helped put on a coat.

In order to prevent the princes and grandchildren from being obsessed with women, Zhu Yuanzhang wasted his knowledge and body.

Therefore, it is stipulated that no maids of the right age should serve before reaching the crown.

After everything was over, Zhu Ying was ready to go to court.

Guo Zhong appeared at the right time, bowed and said: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has an explanation, and there is no need to go to court today."

The implication is naturally very clear.

"There is nothing wrong with the left and right, why don't you go for a spring break."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying spoke.

Ye Yueqing had no objection: "Listen to His Highness's instructions."

Guo Zhong listened beside him, smiling happily.

When I report to His Majesty later, I have something to say.

Zhu Ying, who was just about to go out, had to turn back and change clothes.

"Yueqing, you brought clothes here." Zhu Ying asked casually.

Guo Zhong replied from the side: "Your Highness, don't worry, all the clothes of the empress have been moved to the palace."

Under Guo Zhong's order, the two maids immediately brought the clothes.

According to the etiquette system, the grandson concubine did not have a separate bedroom.

Therefore, even things like changing clothes can only be done in Zhu Ying's bedroom.

After Ye Yueqing helped Zhu Ying change into an ordinary brocade robe, she was a little at a loss.

Because in the room, the maids and eunuchs did not come in.

Obediently guarding the door.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying said, "Let me help you change your clothes."

Ye Yueqing faintly heard the voice: "Yes."

When Zhu Ying put her hand on Ye Yueqing's shoulder, her heart beat faster.

outside the temple.

"Brother, how can you do this? Didn't you tell me to come to him?"

"Sister, it's my sister-in-law who is here now. The emperor's grandfather ordered my sister-in-law to live in the palace directly. You must let your affairs go."

"But I also want to go out to play today, why, don't you want to?"

"Sister, don't worry, when the eldest brother comes out, we will hang on to him. The eldest brother will definitely not refuse. I just asked Mr. Guo about it. Later, the eldest brother will take his sister-in-law to the suburbs for a spring outing."

Zhu Mingyue listened, her eyes lit up, and then she said, "Yunxie, do me a favor."

Zhu Yunxi pursed his mouth, he knew his sister would say that.

"Okay, I see, don't you let me send someone to send a letter to your lover."

"Brother is right, sister, you are Sichun now."

Zhu Mingyue waved her small fist in an agitated manner, and made a gesture to hit Zhu Yunxi: "I'm telling you to talk nonsense."

Zhu Yunxi yelled, "You've been beaten! You've been beaten!"

Zhu Mingyue was frightened immediately, and covered Zhu Yunxi's mouth.

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(End of this chapter)