Eating with the emperor is a test of physical strength and intelligence.
First of all, you must ensure that you have enough energy to listen to all directions, not miss the slightest possible emotional expression of the other party, insist on proper respect and allowed acting like a baby, and never fall down in the middle;
Secondly, you need to maintain a good attitude, adjust your tone and topic according to the wind direction at any time, don't say what should not be said, and must say what should be said;
In the end, you have to show your best demeanor, always implement the concept of "father is wise and father is omnipotent", and silently recite "I don't want to fight for the throne, I am a neutral party" a hundred times a hundred times!
Xiao Hui looked at his younger son who seemed to be wandering, and coughed: "Nan'er?"
He is suspicious by nature, he doesn't like others to intervene in everything, he never allows court ladies and eunuchs to serve him personally, he only slacks off when he invites his youngest son to eat together, and occasionally picks food from each other on the table, which is a bit of the warmth of an ordinary father and son.
Luo Shutu blinked his eyes, and suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Father..."
"Why are you so absent-minded while eating?"
"Does father know little General Ling?" Luo Shutu pursed his lips and said, "I'm thinking, he is proficient in both culture and martial arts at a young age, and the last time I saw him in the palace, he is indeed extraordinary. As the father's child, the son-in-law can't share his father's worries and problems like him, I am really ashamed."
{Sao Nian, the eye medicine skill get√! }
The youngest son in front of him has inherited his exotic eyes. His eyes are clean and clear, and he does not hide his trust and dependence. Looking at him is like seeing that person back then, treating him wholeheartedly and without deception. , Gritting his teeth and swallowing bitterly, he didn't say anything, but gave him a lifetime of companionship and hopeless thoughts.
The Sri Lankan is dead.
Only this child, whom he took care of with all his affection, was the proof of his existence, and became Xiao Hui's sustenance for the rest of his life.
"Nan'er doesn't need to underestimate himself," he said with a slight smile, "Nan'er is the treasure in the palm of the emperor, just for this, who in the world is more worthy of you?"
Luo Shutu frowned and smiled: "Father is coaxing my son and minister again."
"Tell me, how can I coax you?" Xiao Hui laughed loudly.
"Isn't it a coaxing son? Yesterday's snow brocade was not sent to the son's palace. The prince's brother has shown off how many times." He seemed dissatisfied, "I wanted to be a pillow with my father." Yes, I don't think that the father is very partial, but it saves the minister a lot of time."
"The snow brocade is thin but not broken, the texture is delicate and elegant, and it has the effect of helping sleep. It is well-known among the people. I heard that it is produced by the newly opened Jinxiu silk factory recently. It is not as good as Huatai."
"There's nothing wrong with the things picked by the House of Internal Affairs. I'll send them to your palace next time." Xiao Hui said, "Nan'er is a dignified King Anle, how do you do some work for your daughter's house, will you be laughed at by outsiders?"
Luo Shutu raised his head, and said righteously: "Filial piety is not about men and women, but the sons and ministers are all filial. If anyone in the world refuses to obey, teach him to fight!"
Xiao Hui couldn't help laughing: "Your mouth—whatever, it makes people..."
"I don't believe those blind slaves. I will go there in person today, so as not to make the crown prince jealous." Luo Shutu raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "Godfather, please take a good look at Nan'er's craftsmanship!"
"Then I'll wait!" Xiao Hui looked at his radiant face, his eyes were doting, and when he lowered his eyes slightly, he was thinking deeply.
He does not mean that.
Huatai is the royal silk shop, where the Ministry of Internal Affairs usually buys clothes for the palace, and has a very high reputation among the people. And the sudden appearance of Jinxiu Silk Village overwhelmed Huatai in a short period of time, which is not normal. If Nan'er hadn't mentioned it, he would even be kept in the dark, which is even more abnormal.
- It seems that it is not only the silk village's problem, his green dragon thorn may also need to be cleaned.
Then there is the hidden danger of military power.
There is no doubt that Zhen Guohou is loyal, but the younger generation is not. The act of conferring generals also has the meaning of appeasement in addition to discussing military merits. In any case, as a monarch, he must take precautions when he sees his subjects sitting in the army; Xiao Hui smiled imperceptibly, and it is time for the military power to dissipate Let it go, or take it away...
The Splendid Silk Village is Ling Rui's first step to test the water secretly, thus laying the economic foundation for his career and love.
Of course, this is a matter of the original plot. With Xiao Hui's character, once he knows it, he will never tolerate it. This step will most likely be ruined.
How else can we say that the economic base determines the superstructure? It's the same reason - without capital, no matter how noisy Ling Rui is, he won't be able to get out of Xiao Hui's palm.
Luo Shutu took the ingots and leisurely stepped into the Jinxiu silk shop with a very novel decoration style, pointed at a row of silks and satins, and said domineeringly: "There are also snow brocades, all wrapped up by me!" It's easy to get rich, and it's too much to be a local tyrant.
"Young master, Xuejin has to go to the cloth warehouse to get it. I'll pick some clean ones for you. Can you please wait?"
"Yuanbao." Luo Shutu raised his chin at him, and the other party immediately followed up with the buddy knowingly.
The shopkeeper of the silk shop smiled until his eyes were narrowed, and hurriedly greeted: "Then you can take a look, and I will make tea for you."
Don't think I didn't see the naked six characters in your squinting eyes, Luo Shutu snorted, looked around in the spacious and bright store with his hands behind his back, waiting for the ingot to fetch the cloth.
From a corner he didn't notice, someone's eyes fell on his back.
Ling Rui came to Silk Village to check the accounts, and when he was about to come out of the account room, he saw one—how can I describe it? It was a surprise, he stroked his chin, and hooked his fingers to the shopkeeper who was holding a teacup.
"Did someone run away from the Qingshan Pavilion a few days ago?"
"Yeah, I haven't caught it yet, I heard it's the top card." The shopkeeper replied inexplicably, "Master Rui is trying to...?"
Ling Rui narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Send someone to inform you," he glanced at the red figure, "Just say it's here, and keep it a little more concealed."
The shopkeeper nodded knowingly.
Even though his temperament is not very similar, but according to the young boy's appearance, he can be said to be passable, in short, no matter whether it is true or not, he will do what Master Rui says.
Oh, little prince. Ling Rui turned around and walked into the accounting room, he was regarded as a small weakness of the prince, and he could also be regarded as a potential rival in love in the future.
What a godsend opportunity, he can't be blamed for hitting the muzzle of a gun, not to mention he didn't do anything, but just released a small news, as for the little prince's whereabouts, how he ends up, it's up to God to save face.
The silks and satins in the store were indeed all a bit fancy. Luo Shutu wandered around for half a circle, raised his hand to rub his temples, and asked if Yuanbao's speed was too slow
He had just finished yawning, and there was a commotion at the entrance of Silk Village. Before he could react, his right arm was grabbed by a big man who broke into the door.
"You son of a bitch! Let's see where you go this time!"
The big man shouted, and the two men who came in after him took out the hemp rope and were about to tie him up.
{I rub it! What kind of magical development is this (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!}
The big man's hands were strong, and Luo Shutu frowned in pain, guessing that the arms of the delicate and expensive little prince were already bruised and bruised.
"Presumptuous! What do you want to do!"
"Hey, the rabbit wants to bite someone when it's in a hurry?" The man who held him down smiled maliciously, "This little guy looks really attractive, do you think the Qingshan Pavilion raised you for nothing?"
"I don't understand what you are talking nonsense! Let go!" Luo Shutu shouted loudly, "Do you want to be punished by the Nine Clans!"
The man tied his hands rudely, and laughed loudly: "Ask the spectators outside, what kind of king are you? Be obedient and go back to save yourself a little bit of hardship. We all do things with money, don't ask for trouble. "
"Presumptuous! This king is the King of An Le!" He struggled, looking at the passers-by around the door with panicked eyes.
No one believed it, and the faces of the strangers were full of jokes, or some people believed it, but they didn't want to make a noise.
{None of your business, indifferent. }
Luo Shutu lowered his head and smiled. For the first time, he began to rejoice that what was in his body was not the original owner, but himself who was acting in a systematic way—the little prince just needs to continue to be self-willed, and leave the negative emotions to him.
Thinking from the bright side, is it still a chance to brush up favorability
Seeing Luo Shutu's resigned expression, the three men looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable, but compared to this discomfort, life was obviously more important, so they just relaxed a little bit and pushed the passers-by away Pulled him out.
An unknown incense was burning in the censer, and the sweet and greasy smell permeated the room, and the whole style was ambiguous.
Luo Shutu was pressed to the ground with his hands bound, his body was inexplicably hot, his cheeks were slightly rouge, and his eyes were misty.
The hair was like a waterfall, winding on the hem of the spread clothes. He looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman in front of him, and as expected, he saw the expression of the other woman from surprise to surprise, and finally to surprise.
"Although he didn't escape, it is dozens of times better than that useless thing!" The woman bent down and pinched his chin, gently lifted his face, and looked at it carefully, as if she was estimating the value in her heart.
The man who came back from arresting people next to him said in astonishment: "Madam, isn't it him?"
"Hmph, something I don't know! Does he have anything to do with it? Don't even think about going out after entering here!" The old bustard straightened up and gave the men a sideways look. Get the money yourself."
The three of them hesitated a little, but turned around and left without saying much.
The old bustard stared at Luo Shutu, sat down by the table, and the servant girl next to him immediately handed him a cup of tea.
"My Qingshan Pavilion here doesn't support idlers. Although you are young, there are plenty of visitors at this time. I see that you look outstanding, and I intend to raise you better. It depends on what you think?"
"...I want to rest for a while." Luo Shutu replied calmly.
The old bustard nodded: "That's no problem, your price is worth it. But—" She picked up the teacup and blew on the tea foam, "Don't worry about it, if you can't escape, the end will not be good."
Luo Shutu looked at her quietly.
"Don't blame me, you have a face that is for sale." The bustard put down her teacup, stood up and said, "Chunhe, wait on me, don't touch me before Dou Huakui!"