If you become the emperor yourself, or if your son becomes the emperor, what will it be like then?

I'm afraid they have to live in three palaces and six courtyards. How can veteran cadres stand this test?

"Be careful! Be careful!"

Zhu Guoxiang only learned the specific meaning of this term when he communicated with Chen Yuan, and he believed that he should also cultivate himself accordingly.

After a few days alone, Zhu Guoxiang began to feel bored and thought about the paper mill in Jintan Village, and by the way, he also thought about Miss Wen.

His efforts in self-cultivation were in vain, and he even couldn't help copying lyrics to seduce girls: "The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, and missing youth. Who cares about pleasure and pleasure? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. Sadness gathers the peaks of the eyebrows.

Every frown on the sun shows thousands of cry marks, tens of thousands of cry marks. Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit."

After copying this poem, Zhu Guoxiang muttered: "Isn't this a bit shameless?"

Zhu Guoxiang began to plan his life. He had experienced too many things and no longer had any major pursuits in his career. When everything settled down, he would play and relax with the woman he liked every day and do agricultural research by the way.

Well, it doesn't matter if there are too many women, just... just five or less.

The more Zhu Guoxiang thought about it, the happier he became. Then he felt a little guilty, so he put down his brush and went to accompany his pregnant wife and concubine.

Not only did he become younger physically, but he also seemed to be psychologically affected, gradually returning to the state of being in his thirties.

At that time, he was still very impulsive and often couldn't control himself.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhu Guoxiang planned to burn that poem.

It's so arrogant and doesn't suit his personality.
Chapter completed!