Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Defang and Concubine Di whispered, and Concubine Di said, "Is this okay? Will the people from the Ministry of Industry make things difficult?"

"No, I just need to explain it. Those officials dare to say no, and the artisans don't care about it. At worst, I will give them some money as a reward. I am afraid that many people will rush to do it."

"My lord, is this called using power for personal gain?"

"Shhh" De Fang tapped Concubine Di's lips with her finger, "How can these four words be used on the lonely king? I want to pay for money, why not give more, and don't let them do it for nothing."

"Well, what the lord said is reasonable, but it's better to discuss this with the Ministry of Industry first."

"Yes, yes, I'll just let Neng'er talk about it."

"My lord, let's talk about it yourself, don't make it difficult for you to do it."

"Hey, Madam loves her son so much, isn't she afraid that the lonely king will make things difficult for her?"

"In the final analysis, this is your business. How can you make the child open his mouth?"

"Okay, I'll tell it myself, I'll go now." Defang got off the bed with a smile, and went out of the inner room to sit by the table. "Ke Er, come in and wash and dress your empress."

"Yes, my lord." Ke'er entered the door to salute, then walked into the inner room, Defang touched the teapot, "Xiaopeng, Xiaopeng."

"Here comes the little one." Xiaopeng entered the door with a teapot in hand. "My lord, the hot tea is here."

"Xiaopeng, ask Jiajun to prepare the sedan chair, and he will go to the Ministry of Industry in a while."

"My lord, don't you need breakfast?"

"No, I'll be back soon. By the way, tell your father to go to the etiquette department and tell them to follow the rules of last year."

"My lord... Father...he has something to do..."

"Is something wrong? What's the matter?"

"Father didn't say anything. He left the house early in the morning and said he would be back later."

"This guy, since he visited Beijing in the south, he seems to be restless all day long. The lonely king sees that your father is playing wild, and the palace can't stay anymore." Defang shook her head, "Then you go to the Ministry of Rites to meet Deng Shilang Bar."

"Huh? Go little one?"

Defang looked at Xiaopeng, "what's the matter?"

"Small... dare not..."

"Don't dare? Hehehe, don't be afraid. In this way, the lonely king asked Mr. Nangong to go with you." Defang got up and patted Xiaopeng, "You are the son of the chief executive of the Nanqing Palace, the lonely king. They all want to be guests when they see you." Be polite, I won't bully you, you just need to convey the words of the lonely king."

"My lord...I'm afraid I won't speak well."

"That's a good point, just one sentence: According to the prince's instructions, the Nanqing Palace can follow the usual practice."

"Xiaopeng remembered."

"Well, Xiaopeng, there are still many things to do in the future. If there is nothing to do, let your father tell you more. He is a guy who likes to talk big, but he is very effective in handling things." Defang took a sip of hot tea "Well, the tea is not bad, ma'am, you can drink some later to warm up your body."

Concubine Di walked out of the inner room, "Xiaopeng, it's a bit cold in the room, hurry up and change the prince's clothes."

"Yes, ma'am." Xiaopeng helped Defang put on her clothes and went to the Ministry of Rites with Nangongwen. Defang took a sedan chair to the Ministry of Industry to explain the matter. Not long after, Baili hurried back to the mansion, and the goalkeeper Guangxiang stepped forward "Eunuch Baili, where did you go this early in the morning?"

"Nowhere, nowhere."

"Are you okay? Why are you sweating?"

Baili wiped off his sweat, "It's nothing, it's too fast."

The goalkeeper smiled, "It must be that the lord has confessed something urgent again. This morning, Xiaopeng went to the Ministry of Rites, and the lord also went to the Ministry of Industry. There are many things to do during the Chinese New Year."

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