Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 401
Fuchen woke up and found himself in a large vat.The body is full of wine, with a faint fragrance of wine.Looking up, it is vigorous asparagus.

Bamboo leaves are falling on the edge of the wine vat, and the fragrance of wine in the air is mixed with a faint fragrance of bamboo.

Yawning, I saw a half-circle cup on the rim of the vat, and inside the cup was a cloud of milky white mist, smelling it, it was still the aroma of wine.

"What is this?" Fu Chen wondered.

The clothed servant next to him immediately replied, "My lord, this is the smell of alcohol from my lord." Seeing that the spirit grass remained silent, he continued to answer, "I came back last night, my lord has already slept in the wine. Fog. My master saw it and said it was your alcohol smell, let the little one continue."

The smell of alcohol... Fuchen thought of the alcohol smell of brother Wu Yan snoring in the kitchen, haha, breathing heavily—isn't that just saliva?

"No. You can deal with it as you like." Fuchen despised it.After asking about his location, he continued to ask, "Have you seen a man in black with a stiff face?"

She vaguely remembered this strange man.In my impression, she pulled the other person's clothes and refused to let him go.

The servant smiled, "That's our prince."

"Oh." Fuchen was stunned, "Then where are your princes?"

"Study. Adults, please follow the younger ones." The commoner servant bowed and stretched out his hands.

The floating dust jumped into the palm of the hand.

The servants carried the floating dust through layers of courtyards, corridors, and courtyards, saw countless green bamboos, mountains and rocks, carved beams and painted buildings, and came to the gate of a courtyard.

The commoner servant first announced at the gate of the courtyard, and the servants who came back nodded, and then the commoner servant stepped into the stone sill in the backyard.Walking through the courtyard on the water, turning around the garden of plantains and rockery, the servants gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A man said.

The servants held the grass and bowed their heads to offer it.

Fu Chen jumped onto the table, turned around to see that the servant had already stepped back.Turning around and looking at the front, it was a piece of paper with densely packed words.In the middle of the table are the Four Treasures of the Study, and on both sides are piles of booklets.

The prince didn't entertain Fu Chen, he kept looking down at his own and writing his own.There was no response to her arrival.

In this state, the little monk will also do it.Floating Dust didn't mind.Look around by yourself, and run to the inkstone to watch.

The ink inkstone is a round inkstone with a landscape picture at the bottom, a fountain emerges from the landscape, and the fountain flows into a lake.

Looking at the bottom alone, it is a landscape painting with fine lines.Viewed as a whole, it is another dense and dense landscape painting, and the large expanse of white space is soothing and quiet.

The prince raised his pen, dipped the ink in the "big lake", and dotted in the "small lake", and continued his writing.

Fu Chen sat down, Moyan was very comfortable.

"It's light in weight, hard and soft in texture, lonely and soundless to the touch, soft and tender but not slippery when pressed, just like a child's skin", this sentence came to mind for no reason.

The same as nature, Fuchen caresses the warm and delicate stone, and can feel the quiet years when the original stone is washed by the torrent in the mountain.

The stability and nature of the mountains, together with the simplicity and dignity of art, make this inkstone a dignified inkstone.

Fu Chen could even hear Yan talking, meditate.Don't be impetuous, calm down, everything is empty.

The prince glanced at Xiaocao sitting on the inkstone in a daze.

There is still a little wine fragrance in the air, mixed with the refreshing grass fragrance, concentrating on the soul.

The prince continued to read the booklet.

Fu Chen enjoyed the beauty of this collision between nature and art, and began to explore one by one.

She found that there are many interesting creatures in this room.

Although they are not conscious, although they are made into objects, the craftsmen have highlighted their characteristics and developed their own personalities.

Landscape stone inkstone, Longteng wooden pen stand, bamboo pen, dark flower and auspicious cloud table... The floating dust ran farther and farther, gradually fascinated.

"My lord, another pest plague broke out in the southwest, and the ministers who went to relieve the disaster withheld the money privately and passed it to several ministers." Suddenly there was a voice in the room.

Fu Chen was curious, jumped from the beam to the desk, waiting to go to the theater.

Sensing Xiaocao's movements, the prince didn't look at her indifferently for a moment, and asked, "Do you have a role in protecting the country?"

The subordinate nodded, "Duke Duanyang, Duke Wuhou, and the prime minister all share the spoils."

The prince was silent.At that moment, the black pearls in his eyes were extremely deep, "I remember that Duke Duanyang's precious grandson was playing in Guocheng, which is the fortress. He robbed the silver, and then robbed people, and asked Duanyang Mansion for money."

"What if Duanyang Mansion doesn't give it?" the subordinate asked.

"That means his life is worthless." The prince said flatly.

Fuchen looked up at the person, but the prince didn't even look at Fuchen.

"You want to kill someone?" Fu Chen asked.

"En." The prince didn't shy away, and didn't feel anything.

"Aren't you going to avoid me? What should I tell Duanyang Mansion?" Fu Chen asked.

The prince read the booklet, picked up a pen to criticize, and said in his mouth, "You are a demon, and humans don't believe what a demon says. Even if they doubt it, this king can use your status as a demon to make a fuss against the general. Whether you say it or not, Whether he believes it or not, it is nothing to this king."

Fu Chen understands.She's not a threat, so it doesn't matter.

Fuchen was curious that the prince had been watching the excerpt, so he jumped on the prince's shoulder to watch.

The prince continued his actions, not paying attention to Fu Chen's actions.

The letter said: "In mid-June, there was a severe drought in Fuhe County, and more than [-] people died, most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled. The Sanyue county magistrate stole labor and food for the people, instigated riots, and interrupted the river digging project. Now we will Sanyue is in custody, and five hundred mobs are in prison."

The prince hand-criticized: "Conservation period, killing mobs, dismembering the corpses of the top five horses in Sanyue City and feeding them to wild dogs. Recruiting thousands of people in Wanmen County to work."

Fuchen asked, "Why did you ask people from Wanmen to go there?"

"There are more hungry people there." The prince explained. "It has nothing to do with Sanyue (county). Wanmen robbed Fuhe (county) of food and beverages. If Fuhe (county) wants to rebel, it will inevitably attract resistance from the people of Wanmen (county). The two forces are in conflict with each other. Wait until Fuhe (county) rebels." The people of He (county) were so hungry that they rushed to work."

The prince wrote the approval in a hurry, "When the time comes, transfer 1 people from Fuhe (county) to other places."

After finishing writing, put the notebook on the left side for Fuchen to read, not caring about state affairs and hand it to Fuchen, a little monster.

The letter of criticism said: "People in Tugboat County, Leiyu County, and Guanjiang County jointly closed the mouth of the river and collected ten taels of silver from people who passed through the customs. Wang Yuwen, the county magistrate of Wenchuan County, reported that the magistrate was killed on his way back, and the magistrate was besieged by mobs and had no food. It's been half a month. The magistrate can only last for more than a month."

Before Fu Chen could think about it, the prince had already approved the document: "Increase the price of grain. People outside the customs will pay more than one hundred taels per catty of beams. Workers inside the customs will pay ten yuan per catty of grain."

Fu Chen thought for a while and asked, "Is there that much food?"

"There is industrial grain in the customs. Ten cents a catty is not much for the workers, and it is just enough to adjust the freight. Every year, the king will secretly purchase grain across the country and store it in the four granary bases in the southeast, north, and west to control prices." The prince explain.

"Wow." Floating dust star eyes, generous.

Plan ahead and win a thousand miles.

(End of this chapter)