"My lord, it's time to go to court!"
"My lord, wake up!..."
Before Song Huan opened his eyes, he felt a faint and delicate fragrance penetrate his nose.
Opening his eyes, he saw Su Yuru's plain and elegant pretty face.
Seeing Song Huan wake up, Su Yuru looked happy and went to greet him.
"My lord, you're awake!"
"Slave, please help you bathe and change clothes!"
Song Huan sat up and found that hot water for rinsing his mouth and washing his face had been prepared.
I have to say that this girl is really attentive!
After washing up, Su Yuru changed into court clothes for Song Huan, and couldn't help but take two steps back, looking up and down with eyebrows.
"Your Majesty, your court dress seems a little smaller now, and it's a little narrow at the shoulders!"
"But you don't have a fat face..."
"You seem to be much stronger than before!"
"Really?" Song Huan thought thoughtfully, "No wonder I always felt uncomfortable wearing these clothes a few days ago. It turns out that the size doesn't fit me."
Since practicing boxing during this period, Song Huan's muscles have become much tighter, so he looks stronger than before.
Su Yuru said: "The court clothes don't fit, so the prince must be uncomfortable wearing them."
"My servant will re-measure the size for you. I will send someone to the palace later so that the Ministry of Internal Affairs can make another one for you."
"Oh yes, it's time to change the clothes you usually wear too..."
Song Huan waved his hand: "You can do whatever you want."
"Yes!" Su Yuru stepped forward, "Your Majesty, please measure your size first."
Seeing that Su Yuru didn't even have a ruler in her hand, Song Huan couldn't help but be confused.
Could it be that her eyes are rulers and she doesn’t need her hands to measure?
Unexpectedly, Su Yuru actually stretched out her hand and measured it on Song Huan's shoulder.
Seeing that Song Huan was a little surprised, Su Yuru smiled and said: "When I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to a tailor shop, so I had to measure the size myself, pick up some rags, and sew the clothes myself."
"After a long time, this hand can measure more accurately than a ruler!"
"My lord, please open your arms."
Song Huan obediently opened his arms, but unexpectedly Su Yuru hugged him from behind.
Although he was separated by thick court clothes, Song Huan could still feel the feeling of a pair of dexterous jade hands delicately climbing around his waist.
It was as if a thin electric current passed through the waist, making people feel itchy, numb and numb in the waist!
Especially when she is pressed tightly against the back, the soft, elastic touch is even more difficult to control!
If it were someone with a little less concentration, he might have knocked the person down on the spot and performed the courtesy of Duke Zhou.
"Your Majesty, the measurement is ready!"
"This slave will inform the Ministry of Internal Affairs and ask them to make clothes as soon as possible."
After doing all this, Su Yuru couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she saw that Song Huan looked as calm as usual and had no other reactions or actions.
She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, could it be that in Prince Rong's heart, she was really just a little maid?
Little did he know that Song Huan saw all her little tricks.
Do you use this to test cadres?
All I can say is, little girl, you are still very young!
The content of this morning's court was still lackluster, but after the court, Song Huan needed to do something big.
"Master Ji, Master Ji!"
On the way down to the court, Song Huan walked a few steps quickly and caught up with a thin middle-aged man in front of him.
The middle-aged man turned around and was slightly startled when he saw Song Huan calling his name from behind.
"Ji Yun, a humble minister, pays homage to Prince Rong!"
"Your Highness, do you have any instructions?"
Song Huan stepped forward and said, "Mr. Ji, could you have forgotten that my father said that I would be responsible for the resettlement of the victims?"
"Master Ji is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. How to build the resettlement houses for the victims, as well as send hydraulic workers to Guanzhong, etc., I need Master Ji to assist me in handling matters."
Ji Yun woke up from a dream: "So that's it!"
"In that case, please ask Your Highness to accompany you to the Ministry of Industry!"
Song Huan nodded: "It should be."
After getting on the carriage, the two of them arrived at the Ministry of Works in the north of the city in silence.
In Song Huan's impression, the Ministry of Industry, as the last one among the six departments, has never had a strong sense of existence and should be a department with little success.
At least they should look simple and low-key, not as imposing as officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Personnel.
However, after stepping into the door of the Ministry of Industry, Song Huan realized that he had thought wrong.
I saw that all the doctors and waifus of the Ministry of Works were all fat, as if they had been raising fat here for many years, and they were not generally wealthy.
When everyone saw Prince Rong coming back with Ji Yun, they were all shocked and immediately stood up to salute Song Huan.
"Meet Prince Rong!"
“I don’t know that Prince Rong’s grand visit is too late to welcome him from afar!”
"Please don't blame me, Your Majesty!"
Song Huan didn't say much, just looked around lightly.
Although Song Huan had never dealt with the Ministry of Industry before, it can be seen from Qian Zhutong's confession.
Almost without exception, everyone in the Ministry of Industry was promoted by Xu Rong.
No wonder the people here are so pampered and carefree!
Following the general, you will naturally get such preferential treatment.
Seeing that Song Huan didn't say anything, but looked around meaningfully, Ji Yun, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"Your Highness, since you are here, let's get down to business quickly!"
Song Huan nodded: "This king also has this intention."
"In this disaster relief, the Ministry of Industry will firstly build temporary housing for the victims of the snow disaster in Youzhou, and secondly help the drought-stricken people in Guanzhong to dig trenches and canals and teach them how to store water."
"Both of these things shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Ji Yun immediately relaxed after hearing that Song Huan only had these two demands from the Ministry of Industry.
That's it, that's it?
For such a small request, Prince Tarong still needs to come in person?
It’s a bit too fussy!
Ji Yun stretched out his hand and pointed out two people from the crowd standing in front of him.
"Wu Qingyuan, Yang Jian, you two come here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two short, fat middle-aged men walking forward with their heads lowered.
Ji Yun introduced to Song Huan: "Your Highness, these two are doctors from the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Water respectively."
"The Ministry of Industry promotes construction, and the Ministry of Water promotes water conservancy."
"If you have any questions or requests, just ask them!"
Song Huan looked at the two nervous people in front of him, and saw that both of them lowered their heads. Their guilty looks were no different from students who were afraid of being asked questions by the teacher.
It's just that if you can't answer the questions in class, the most you can do is get scolded by the teacher and be punished by standing for one class.
But if they can't answer the questions raised by Song Huan, then what they are about to face is likely to be a disaster!
