Five-year enthronement three-year simulation

Lin Shurong has always had the heart of a virtuous minister, and also shoulders the responsibility entrusted by the current emperor. He has always been most afraid of teaching a future monarch who is not qualified enough.

Ming Tan has a violent temper since he was a child, and he often acts impulsively.Even though Lin Shurong has always spared no effort to teach her what kindness and kindness these years are, he still can't completely change the other party's arrogance and wantonness... and his love of iron and blood methods.

This is the bane of Ming Tan becoming a tyrant.

Throughout the ages, the world has had very high demands on Mingjun, not only asking them to kill decisively, but also to be kind-hearted.Among all the kings who can be called the eternal emperor, they must have the achievements of "benevolent government and love the people", otherwise how can they be qualified to last for thousands of years?

Even if he was as wise and mighty as the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, after a hundred years, wouldn't he be scolded as "compared to Jie and Zhou"?

Even Emperor Taizong of the prosperous age, like Tang Taizong, would be criticized for being cruel and disrespectful because of the change of Xuanwu Gate, until now.

No matter from which point of view—whether as a courtier or as a lover—Lin Shurong was unwilling to let the little princess whom he had single-handedly cultivated, who was reluctant to reprimand him even half a sentence, bear any infamy from his descendants.

Therefore, under the spur of this mentality, she has been teaching the other party carefully, and she has always disliked Ming Tan's casually uttering such cruel and cruel words.

"..."

Just now, after being knocked hard, Mingtan immediately realized that Lin Shurong was really angry, so he immediately pretended to be good, and raised his eyes pitifully to look at him.

She really wanted to reach out and rub her forehead, but she couldn't bear to let go of her arms around the other person, so she could only aggrieved and said: "It's obvious that you were jealous and lost your temper, so why did I suffer in the end? Qingqing is really unreasonable." bad guy!"

Lin Shurong was still angry at the moment, but he didn't want to get used to her, so he said coolly: "Pretending to be ignorant, but insisting on getting ahead, who is the real villain?"

"Hmph, I just want to hear you say that you are jealous!"

His arms were slightly tightened, and the distance between the two of them became closer. Ming Tan pouted his mouth high, conservatively estimated that he could hang a string of oil bottles, and muttered: "And, in the final analysis, it's not that you insist on letting Am I wearing this cloak? Why are you still ashamed to be angry!"

"..."

Under the opponent's well-founded accusation and coquettish offensive, Lin Shurong knew she was wrong, pursed her lips, her eyes drifted away, and her tone of voice returned to her usual gentleness.

"Okay, since His Highness wants to hear it, I will tell you personally."

She sighed, closed her eyes, and under Ming Tan's astonished gaze, she leaned forward and slowly and firmly kissed the lips that were slightly parted because of surprise.

"...!"

Maybe it was the glow of the setting sun shining on his cheeks, or maybe it was because the palace wall beside him was too red like fire, in short, it was under this kiss like a touch of water that Mingtan suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had been put under a spell. Standing stiffly in place, looking incredulously at his lover who is close at hand.

Qingqing... kissed her on her own initiative?

Most of all, Miss Lin Shurong, who strictly abides by etiquette and is sometimes more rigid than those censors in the court, would actually take the initiative to give herself a kiss outside without any secrets?

Ming Tan tried hard to control himself not to show a ghost-like expression, while blinking and blinking again.

This is so strange.

It's so strange that no matter who comes over suddenly and tells her that Minghui will die suddenly in an hour, Mingtan can believe it without a pause!

——But it's a pity that Lin Shurong doesn't know how to read minds, and can't see through Ming Tan's inner world that is approaching like a screaming chicken.

She only kissed for a moment, then straightened up, her long eye feathers trembled in the air like the wings of a bird, and said slowly: "... I was indeed just as His Highness guessed, in the Seriously jealous."

In Ming Tan's sight, Lin Shurong's expression at this moment was exactly as she said, very serious and serious.There was a bit of affection hidden in the stunning eyebrows and eyes, which made the former's heart tremble involuntarily.

"Because I admire you so much, because I like you so much, it is always difficult to restrain my lovesickness—"

Lin Shurong smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, and traced Ming Tan's picturesque and delicate face with his fingertips in the air, and his tone was so gentle that one would be willing to indulge in it...

with danger.

"Sometimes," she said with a smile, "I really... don't want others to discover your brilliance, but want to monopolize you, my lord."

The days gradually passed, and when the north wind sent the first snowflakes of winter into the capital, the popularity of "Ganze Ballad" finally subsided, and the second part of "Joking about Mountains and Seas" took over.

Although Lin Shurong's whole heart was soaked in old vinegar because of the previous incident, she was very reluctant to paint for Ming Yan's story -- but after Ming Tan had been acting coquettishly and shamelessly for two full days, she still couldn't hold on. Under the gaze of the other party's cat, he swallowed his breath and picked up the pen.

Your Highness is so cute, who can refuse her request?

This is something that even His Majesty can't do... She is just a little courtier, so of course she can't do it.

So, a few days later, Ming Tan received a color picture full of mountains, rivers, seas, strange grasses and beasts with satisfaction, and threw it together with the final draft copied by Ming Tan to shopkeeper Zhou, and ordered the latter to follow the printing process. The method of "Gan Ze Ballad" can also be released by this new book.

Seeing that Mingtan is so powerful that he can even scoop up the author of the most mysterious "Joking about Mountains and Seas", the shopkeeper Zhou almost burst into tears, and he worked even harder.

Soon, as soon as the new book was placed at the door of the study, it once again set off a wave of Chinese scripts in Beijing, and it was even more powerful than before-no one else, just because of the "joking about mountains and seas"

The first part is already very popular, even if it is only the author's name, some people will come to buy it, and of course it will be more popular than "Gan Ze Ballad".

And similarly, driven by two consecutive books, "Zhe Gui Inscription Copy" is still developing steadily.As long as you approach the academies, or even the Imperial College, you will definitely see someone studying with the latest issue of the journal, or reciting and memorizing, or writing quickly, which is a scene of eagerness to learn.

Even Master Jijiu of the Imperial College had read the above article, and couldn't help expressing emotion——

"It can really be called 'cage the heaven and the earth in the shape, and put everything in the pen'*!"

After this admiration spread, more scholars became curious and came to Shun'an Study to buy inscriptions, and then admired the literary talents of the excellent works one by one.

Therefore, whether it is a serious scientific examination guidance book or a casual book that is popular with the people, all of them are sold well.As an investor, King Yu became more generous after seeing the sweetness, and transferred many plate printing craftsmen from Jiangnan to Beijing in one breath, which effectively relieved the pressure of Shun'an Study's current shortage of supply, and made more and more money.

Holding the silver bills in his hands for a long time, Mingtan couldn't help feeling a sense of happiness like turning over a serf and singing, and tears almost filled his eyes.

Finally have money!

Getting rid of poverty and becoming rich is just around the corner!

But helplessly, she still has the costly task of compiling books, and the income from the study also needs to be enough for Lin Shurong, Ming Wei, Yu Wang, and the Hanlin Academy. ...

So after such a calculation, there is not much money that can really be kept in the private treasury, and Ming Tan is still in the stage of abject poverty.

Got rich, but not quite rich.

This is hard.

"Hmm... Shopkeeper Zhou sent a letter yesterday saying that many customers complained to him that they couldn't buy books."

Ming Tan turned over a page of the government simulation book, and while writing the opening sentence of the Four Books in a smooth manner, while being distracted, he frowned and said to Lin Shurong: "Judging from the financial report of the study, the number of people who print books is already low. It is enough, but the daily sales volume is too stable and has not increased significantly... Has Qingqing noticed this problem?"

"Naturally." Lin Shurong nodded, "The source of the problem must be the curfew."

"Yes. It's the curfew."

Ming Tan's face darkened slightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, he stared at the imitation book under his hand, as if he wanted to stare at it out of a hole before giving up.

"Prior to this, Minghui has repeatedly reported to his father, under the banner of 'following the ancient system' and 'scholars, farmers, businessmen', and tried his best to put an early curfew and curb the development of various shops in the capital." She sneered, "Nowadays, those The old antiques were all standing behind him, and the memorials were handed out to the Tianhong Palace like it was snowing... the capital city was just dark, and the streets were already deserted as if they had been attacked by some gangsters; The shops that made money were forced to close, and the market day had to be cancelled, how much money would be lost!"

After hearing Mingtan's complaint, Lin Shurong sighed, and slowly added: "Business tax is beneficial to enrich the treasury, improve the people's livelihood, and at the same time promote the Central Plains to strengthen exchanges with the prosperous Jiangnan, which is more conducive to the stability of our Tiancheng country. , the various benefits are too numerous to enumerate... Therefore, blindly suppressing business is actually not a good thing for the imperial court."

"But there are always people who are ignorant and ignorant, and can't even understand such a simple truth."

Ming Tan put down his pen, rubbed his forehead irritably, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"It seems that whether it's for the imperial treasury or my own private treasury," she snorted coldly, tapped her fingertips on the table twice, and said sharply, "you must take care of it." Hui Yidang, don't let them run amok again, hindering my Tiancheng dynasty from making the country rich and the people strong!"

Seeing her decisive tone, Lin Shurong couldn't help but feel a burst of pleasure in his heart, clapped his hands and smiled and said: "It should be so! —— Then, what kind of good strategy did His Highness think of to persuade all the ministers in the court?"

Upon hearing this question, Ming Tan narrowed his eyes, gave a strange "hey hey" smile, turned his head to look at Lin Shurong who was at the side, stretched out his hand, and touched the other person's cheek maliciously.

"It's very simple." She curled her lips deeply, and smiled, her eyes and brows were full of cunning, "Tonight... let me be a guest at Lin's Mansion, and have a talk with you at night by candlelight, and discuss important matters— — I don’t know what the eldest lady wants?”

……

Talking at night while holding candles, there are candles, there are nights, and there are talks.

Talk about love.

The night was dark, and the outside of the house gradually became silent, only the soft moonlight passed through the window lattice and leaped into the house, coating the brocade quilt on the couch with a layer of light silver that glowed with brilliance.

The red candle on the table was flickering, the flame lighted up lightly, Ming Tan sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, as if he forgot what he said earlier about "discussing business", and did not speak, only staring at Lin Shurong with a pair of dark eyes After looking at it for a long while, he finally stretched out his hand to caress the slightly scattered hair of the other party. With a hook of his fingertips, he grabbed the carved jade hairpin in the bun and gently pulled it out.

When the jade hairpin left, the black hair fell down like a waterfall, and a few strands even landed on Ming Tan's shoulders and neck.At that moment, when black and white met, Lin Shurong seemed to smell the light and light fragrance of flowers from the other party's sleeves, just like the first-blooming twilight, quiet but fragrant, if there is nothing like it.

She was suddenly bewitched by the fragrance, lowered her eyes slightly, and stretched out her hand to catch the snow-white wrist that kept dangling in front of her eyes. Then she seemed to have finally remembered something, and asked slowly: "Didn't your Highness say that you are staying here today? Do you want to discuss business with me?"

"Ah, yes." Ming Tan smiled brightly, and nodded as it should, "I'm not just doing business right now?"

As she spoke, she threw the hairpin in her hand aside and moved forward even more.

Because of this movement, the hair on the side of the neck was slightly bent, and bounced back again, scraping against the skin like a feather, causing waves of itching, causing Mingtan to flinch, but the movements of his hands were still firm, He hooked Lin Shurong's shoulders, closed his eyes, and nestled peacefully in his arms like a lazy kitten.

The beauty was hugging, and the candle was dimly lit. In such an ambiguous and charming atmosphere, Lin Shurong felt as if he had drunk wine without knowing it. He was so drunk that even his fingertips were faintly warm.

She pursed her lips, as if she was afraid of scalding Ming Tan, gently stroked the cheek leaning on her shoulder, lowered her voice involuntarily, and said softly: "It's okay if you don't tell me... Anyway, after dinner , I saw with my own eyes that you went to look for Ah Xun."

"...?!"

Hearing that she mentioned Lin Xun directly, Ming Tan shuddered suddenly, opened his eyes subconsciously, and looked at Lin Shurong's smiling eyes in surprise, "I obviously went to look for him secretly, why did you see it?"

"Because I guessed it a long time ago." Lin Shurong fondled the tip of her nose, "Didn't you come to Lin's mansion specially to discuss matters with Ah Xun? Otherwise, you can just let me stay in the palace, or Why do you have to come here all the time, and go on this wronged road for nothing?"

"...Oh, are you really a fairy? Why can't I hide anything from you?"

Ming Tan pursed his lips, bared his teeth in dissatisfaction, raised his head and bit Lin Shurong's neck lightly, and said dejectedly: "Okay, you must have guessed the same, then I might as well just say it—Ah Xun As one of the commanders of the Forbidden Army, he has a deep understanding of the security level in Beijing. I have asked him to write a memorial as soon as possible, describing in detail the overall quality of the Forbidden Army and the stability of Beijing, so as to use it as an argument to prove that the curfew is unnecessary .”

"Well."

Hearing this, Lin Shurong pampered Mingtan's hair, and thoughtfully said: "This move is certainly feasible, but if we only talk about the imperial army, it may be too thin, and it is difficult to justify lifting the curfew and allowing merchants to operate normally. the benefits of……"

"So, I have something else prepared."

Ming Tan yawned, rolled his eyes, leaned forward and kissed Lin Shurong's lips with a "chirp", and stretched out his arms around her neck with a smile, rubbing his ears together, and said slowly: "I met you during the autumn hunting, Ming Fei's good friend Huan Jin...his father is Lord Huan Chenghuan, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, do you still remember, Qingqing?"

Lin Shurong was taken aback, and held her arm slightly tighter, "So, you still plan to—"

"Correct."

After Ming Tan responded, he took the initiative to kiss the other party, and let the words die between his lips and teeth, "After five days, on the first day of the new year, we will put on a good show in the Tai Chi Hall..."

The author has something to say: *From Lu Ji's "Wen Fu"