Zhao Hong spoke kindly and softly, and sure enough, Li Weiming was already moved.
"Well, I'll go out with Jia Sijin. When I come back, I'll bring you some delicious food."
Is the cultural prosperity of the Song Dynasty comparable to that of the Xixia Dynasty? Lin'an City's bookstores are famous all over the world. She has been to Yu Street a few times and she can't stop.
It was natural, after all, she was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Princess, I want to ask, after so long, why don't you have that yet? Look at Yang Yi, her belly is already so big. And Cuizhu, she is also pregnant."
Thinking of the other women in the palace, Zhao Hong asked subconsciously.
"How do I know this? Is it because you... can't do it?"
Li Weiming's face turned red and he whispered.
"Can't I do it? I can do it!"
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and joked.
Several women in the harem became pregnant one after another, but he had already proven his "ability".
Zhao Hong continued to enjoy Li Weiming's service and felt completely relaxed. He fell asleep under Li Weiming's massage without knowing it.
Seeing Zhao Hong sleeping deeply, Li Weiming stopped the massage. She looked at the sleeping Zhao Hong with complicated eyes, covered him with a thin quilt, and gently withdrew.
Is it reliable to leave the fate of Daxia to Zhao Hong?
Li Weiming came out with a lot of worries. When he arrived at Ciyuan Hall, he happened to see Yang Yi coming with the palace maid.
"Meet my sister!"
Unable to avoid it, Li Weiming bit the bullet and saluted Yang Yi.
In fact, she didn't want to talk to the niece of the Queen Mother at all. Smelling the faint smell of alcohol, she didn't know why the emperor fell in love with such a woman.
Yang Yi glanced at Li Weiming, sizing up her assurance of coming over, and raised her eyebrows.
"Li Weiming, are you looking for His Majesty again? Are the chickens and dogs of the Song Dynasty that you want to kill restless?"
This Li Weiming pestered the emperor all day long and made the government and the public uneasy. He was simply a broom star!
"Mr. Yang, your Majesty's decision to send troops to reinforce Daxia is yours. Do you mean that your Majesty's use of troops requires your and my consent?"
Thinking of his past forbearance, Li Weiming's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at a few figures who were paying attention, and Li Weiming said coldly, his voice much higher.
"You are brave!"
Yang Yi's anger rose and his voice became louder.
"You are a lost dog, do you really think you are some kind of bullshit princess? Go back to your Xixia and stop harming the Song Dynasty!"
This is really unreasonable! Who among these concubines in the harem, including the emperor's wife in distress, Zhou Xiuniang, would dare to talk to her like this?
"Yang Meiren, I am the concubine of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. I comply with the court etiquette. Even if I want to return to Daxia, I am willing to do so. Unlike some people who rely on themselves as princes and nobles and do not think about their identity. Is your net worth clean?”
Yang Yi spoke rudely to Li Weiming, who was so angry that he also spoke out sharply.
A widow whose husband had died and who was half an old woman dared to treat her so humiliatingly. If she doesn't resist, how will she live in the palace in the future?
Li Weiming turned and left, no longer talking to Yang Yi. Yang Yi pointed at her back and shouted sharply:
"Stop! You vixen who brings disaster to the country and the people, who are you saying is not rich..."
The four words "Innocent" hit Yang Yi's heart at once, making her lack of confidence and a fierce look.
How can an older widow compete with these delicate little girls?
Yang Yi left with a gloomy face. Yang Guizhi, who was watching in the garden, frowned with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
This Li Weiming, a down-and-out Xixia princess, is actually so powerful!
And her niece Yang Yi, will the emperor be annoyed by such rampage?
After Li Weiming left, Zhao Hong opened his eyes, stood up, and returned to the table, frowning slightly.
Throughout the dynasties, kings ruled the world together with those with vested interests, rather than with the people. Common people, as long as they don't cause trouble, it's fine. It's okay to make small troubles. Just keep it within this range.
Did those peacekeepers officials know that once the Mongolian army invaded, how many people would be devastated by the war?
There are every possible way to obstruct the dispatch of troops, and there are also every kind of constraints on the implementation of the New Deal. How many officials in the Manchu Dynasty can really be relied on? How many people really do it for this country, for the people of the Song Dynasty who are struggling to have enough food and clothing?
There is also his harem. They have just gathered the foursome, and the internal fighting has already begun. If Jia Sijin enters the palace...
Playing with a few Daye steel ingots in his hand, Zhao Hong's heart calmed down slightly.
Gears drive gears, cranks drive pistons, flintlock guns, clocks, steam engines, steam ships, trains...
The future Song Dynasty has infinite possibilities.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know whether to say it or not."
Dong Songchen observed the words and expressions and said softly from the side.
"Speak directly if you have something to say, don't hesitate!"
Zhao Hong's face was serious, Dong Songchen was respectful and quickly reported to Emperor Lutie.
"What? How could she say such a thing?"
Dong Songchen's report made Zhao Hong calm down a little, but he couldn't help but get worse again.
"Your Majesty, this slave is talking too much!"
"You did the right thing!"
Zhao Hong said decisively, frowning and thinking for a moment.
"Does Mrs. Yang have any other measures?"
In public, Yang Yi actually accused Li Weiming of being a vixen who had brought danger to the Song Dynasty, and internal strife had escalated.
Is this an unintentional remark made out of anger on her part, or does it mean something else?
No wonder Li Weiming was worried, it turned out that there was a reason for it.
"Back to Your Majesty, since the Lantern Festival, Yang Meiren has been drunk several times and stayed in the Queen Mother's palace instead of returning to her bedroom. Since Yang Meiren was named a concubine, she has lived with the Queen Mother most of the time. I rarely go back to my dormitory."
Dong Songchen whispered softly, Zhao Hong nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered Zhou Ping's story about Yang Yi's alcoholism.
It seems that Yang Yi doesn't want to go back to the dormitory, and he also doesn't want to spend time with Li Weiming and others, without looking up or looking down.
It seemed that he had to have a good chat with Yang Yi. It was not etiquette to always live in the Queen Mother's Palace, and he should drink as little wine as possible.
"Your Majesty, Beauty Yang is here."
The guard came in to report, but before he finished speaking, Yang Yi walked in with a dark face.
"I have met His Majesty!"
Yang Yi, graceful and dignified, saluted Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong waved his hand gently, and the guards retreated.
"Why are you here? Sit down quickly."
Zhao Hong sat up straight and asked Yang Yi to sit down with a smile.
Yang Yi now is much more mellow and charming than before.
"Dong Songchen, please go out for a moment. I have something to say to His Majesty."
Yang Yi's face was stern and he ordered Dong Songchen to be kicked out.
Dong Songchen glanced at Zhao Hong, Zhao Hong nodded slightly, and Dong Songchen withdrew.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me. It's still mysterious."
Zhao Hong held the steel ingot in his hand and said with a smile.
We have become bedfellows, and getting along with each other is naturally much more casual.
"Your Majesty, what's the use of a broken piece of iron? Throw that thing down. I have something to say, and I won't be happy until I vomit it!"
Yang Yi came over, sat in Zhao Hong's arms, and hugged his neck.
"Don't underestimate this steel ingot. It's new from Daye Iron Works. Whoever masters it will master this era!"
As he spoke, Zhao Hong put down the steel ingot and hugged Yang Yi's slim waist.
"If you have anything to do, tell me."
"Your Majesty, get rid of that Li Weiming quickly! Beauty is a disaster, and her presence will bring disaster to the Song Dynasty!"
Yang Yi blurted out, and Zhao Hong frowned slightly.
"Are you drinking again?"
Although I have just become pregnant, the alcohol in this era is low, but I can't drink it for a long time.
"Only a little drink."
Yang Yi's expression was a little unnatural and she quickly changed the subject.
"Your Majesty, both the government and the public are opposed to rescuing Xixia. You should expel Li Weiming instead of rescuing Xixia!"
"Nonsense! This is a national policy, how can we just change it? It has nothing to do with Li Weiming."
Zhao Hong hugged the woman and said seriously:
"The Tatars are a serious concern of our Song Dynasty. How can we not set up defenses at the border fortress? Saving Xixia will deplete the Tatars' strength and reduce potential dangers. While the two of us are talking, the Tatar army may have already invaded the border."
Zhao Hong's words startled Yang Yi, and he said after a long time:
"Your Majesty, the bedroom is too small, and we have to meet each other all day long. Give me Shi Miyuan's house, and I will move there."
Ever since Shi Miyuan's house was ransacked, Shi's mansion has been empty. As the former prime minister of the Song Dynasty, Shi Miyuan's mansion was the most beautiful in Lin'an. It was no wonder that Yang Yi was attracted by it.
"Listen to me, you are a concubine in the harem of the Song Dynasty, how can you live outside? If those officials see it, how can I step down? If you are bored, you can go to the Duke of Ji's Mansion to stay for a few days. What do you think? ?”
Duke Ji's Mansion was his dormitory before he ascended the throne, so Yang Yi could stay there for a few days. Shi Miyuan's mansion was a national property and could either be auctioned to replenish the national treasury or transformed into a garden for the citizens to enjoy. However, it was not suitable for Yang Yi to live in it as a harem concubine.
The Duke's Mansion of Jiguo, where his unforgettable dormant time of that year was buried!
"Your Duke Ji's mansion is in shabby condition and has so many women living there. I won't go there! Please give me the Shi's mansion!"
Yang Yi pouted and begged Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong shook his head repeatedly, his tone was gentle but his attitude was firm.
"No! The Shi Mansion is a private residence. It is now under the control of the Imperial Household Department and cannot be granted to others."
He was a majestic emperor of the Song Dynasty, and it was inappropriate for him to live in the Shi's Mansion, let alone a concubine in the harem. Moreover, Yang Yi's disdain for Duke Ji's government also made him slightly unhappy.
It was so shabby and so many women had lived there. Didn't she know who lived there?
"Forget it if I don't give it! Li Weiming is already annoying, and if Jia Sijin comes in again, I've had enough!"
Yang Yi's face suddenly turned ugly. She broke free from Zhao Hong's arm, stood up, and strode away from the imperial study.
"Go away! You blind dog slave!"
Yang Yi's scolding came from outside, seeming to be scolding Dong Songchen.
Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment and shook his head gently.
Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, and the same goes for the royal family.
This Yang Yi is now difficult to describe, it gives him a headache, and he feels very strange. In just a few years, Yang Yi now is completely different from her before.
Or is that just how she is?
