Chapter 300 A day in the life of the prince’s wife

The wind and snow have stopped, winter is rising, and the late afternoon sun shines through the window lattice of the palace, dappled the floor of the room, and a pair of women's brand new embroidered spring lake boots are placed beside the bed with a bright red curtain.

Suddenly there was a "squeak" from the bed, and a pair of snow-white Rouyi stretched out the misty dragon and phoenix quilt.

Zhe Feiyan subconsciously snuggled into the dimly 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 last night's madness and the feeling of wandering in a cloud dream 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.

He was stunned for a while, then with a slight wave of his delicate hand, a stream of water swept across all directions, penetrating hundreds of acupuncture points, and he felt his body was extremely sore and numb.

Five hours, really frustrating...

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 bright red blood. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Whether you are a martial arts master or a rich lady, marrying a woman, receiving a favor for the first time, this thing is extremely important, even more important than life.

"Okay, okay..."

Next, the king writes with great enthusiasm. He often glances at the official documents casually and sees the officials' intentions and hidden secrets. He should beat those who should be beaten, kill those who should be killed, praise those who should be praised, and reward those who should be rewarded.

One point is a lot.

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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.

This sentence is like the finishing touch. It is ruthless in the front, but heartfelt and inspiring in the back.

"Um."

Zhe Feiyan felt warm in her heart and walked into the pavilion.

Below are more than twenty officials of various ranks and military generals, who are also writing something.

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 can live and work in peace and contentment.

She looked at Xin Zhuo silently, and her mentality suddenly changed completely. If she was a little repelled yesterday, today she felt... maybe she had surpassed such a man.

When it comes to playing Tai Chi, no one can do it better than him. He has both thunderous skills and gentle breeze.

He is also very knowledgeable and familiar with government affairs, people's livelihood, military affairs, and criminal litigation, and he is incredibly good at it.

Due to his long-term martial arts practice, his figure is slender yet graceful and symmetrical like water, and his pair of smoky eyes exude respectable insight.

Zhe Feiyan nodded lightly, walked straight to Xin Zhuo, met his gaze, her heart trembled, lowered her head and sat cross-legged.

This kind of annotation comes from the hand of the iron-blooded prince, who dares to fool the people below?

Therefore, 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 and aunt, please have some tea!"

Zhe Feiyan left the side hall, it was already close to noon, and he casually looked at the blue sky and a few 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!

"

Zhe Feiyan didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

The two of them had only one legitimate daughter, Jiang Yuxi, who was sent by Jiang Yuqing to lead the armies of the ten countries in the Western Regions. There were also many concubines and concubines, but in a family that was very particular about the distinction between legitimate concubines and concubines, it was really not worth mentioning, and they were all

A boy with little potential rarely takes a second look.

Zhe Feiyan arrived at the pavilion and took a look inside. She saw Jiang Yuqing on the main seat sitting cross-legged at the desk. She was dressed in brocade clothes, with a golden crown and long black hair hanging around her waist. She was tall and tall, and her complexion was fairer than the girl's.

He is even more handsome than the girl, and he is writing something.

Forget it! Our family has no ability to have such a son. He is too domineering, too strong-handed, too arbitrary in temper, and too deep-minded. As an elder, he is a little frightened.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. This young lady was also a person with a very high level of martial arts, a well-connected family, and very principled and independent opinions. I couldn't help but feel bored for a while.

Jian Chun chuckled and said, "I went to Yangxin Pavilion by the Bibo Pond early in the morning to handle government affairs."

When they arrived at the side hall where Jiang Hu and his wife were staying, the maid had informed them in advance that the couple was already sitting on the imperial chair, pretending to be the father-in-law and father-in-law who were in charge of the family.

"lady!"

Picking up a brand new pleated coat and a white undershirt, she put them on in a hurry, put the silk scarf into her arms, and just put on her boots, the family's personal maid Jian Chun and seven or eight other maids filed in and glanced at her quietly.

, smiled slightly: "Miss, are you up?"

What he said was too straightforward, too rude, and completely uncharacteristic of the iron-blooded prince.

Zhe Feiyan looked at Xin Zhuo blankly, suddenly not understanding why this husband, who was only eighteen years old after the New Year, could be so skillful and insightful of the world, like a shrewd politician who was seventy or eighty years old and had the skills to govern his subordinates.

Zhe Feiyan waved her sleeves and sat next to the bronze mirror. Jian Chun and several maids who were good at grooming had already stepped forward to serve her.

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.

On each side stood a graceful maid with a sword on her waist and a charming or elf-like appearance.

The current head of the Jiang family, the king of the Western Qin Dynasty, a little venerable master, the leader of hundreds of thousands of troops and tens of millions of people, a sage and dictatorial, but also young and handsome.

Bibo Pond 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 carved and painted pavilion.

"The eldest lady is so beautiful." Jian Chun pursed his lips and chuckled.

Zhe Feiyan thought for a while and then ordered: "Prepare some tea and come with me to my uncle and aunt to serve tea."

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.

The two of them couldn't help thinking that if Jiang Yuqing was their son...

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.

All the officials and generals stood up and saluted.

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 greedy and have nothing to do with themselves. But you, Governor Chiang, should know that the current situation is difficult, and it must not happen now! We are a

People who can't tolerate disdain in their eyes, if the officials under my sect treat me sincerely, I will not hesitate to give rewards and official positions to do the best for them."

"You guys can do it yourself."

"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.

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 offices. Why are there still road levies, carriage fees, land tax, commercial taxes and head fees? Are the prefecture and government offices eating shit?

If the officials arrest those involved in the case, they will be beheaded. If the prefect's office 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. You are not talking nonsense...

"

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.

I was crazy for a moment.

But Xin Zhuo actually has no ideas. He has too many things on his mind. Dealing with government affairs is really too much to handle with his little venerable realm, the powerful Yuanchen Palace and the various routine memories that were poisoned by movies, TV dramas and novels in his previous life.

It's child's play.

It wasn't until all the documents were annotated and distributed by the government officials that he asked in a deep voice: "Where is the Minister of Rites? Is there any news about Mr. Yu Siliu?"

I drank too much again. There are too many things going on during the Spring Festival. There will be another chapter later. The plot will be dull for a few chapters, and then there will be a big fight.
Chapter completed!