"I have a plan to report!"
In the Imperial Study Room, Master Meng from the Great Confucian Academy kowtowed heavily to the ground, showing his good intentions.
"The prince has recently been greedy for pleasure and idleness. He has repeatedly asked his attendants to write his homework for him. He is also unwilling to make progress and behaves outrageously. He skipped classes on the grounds of illness and stole the fruits of the spiritual tree in our great Confucian Academy. If things continue like this, he is actually a treasure to the country. Suffering!"
"Your Majesty, please take a closer look and be sure to give an explanation to our Confucian Academy!"
The direction where he was kowtowing was the dragon chair. Emperor Xia, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting upright, with the memorial he brought on the table.
Master Meng quietly raised his head and saw that the emperor's expression became more and more solemn, and he was secretly happy in his heart.
Damn Prince, did I finally get a chance? Judging from the appearance of Your Majesty, am I going to beg you to die this time?
Emperor Xia picked up the tea cup as if to bring it to his lips and take a sip. Master Meng immediately expressed his loyalty, "My love is deep and my responsibility is deep, but I still dare to advise your majesty..." Don't hurt the harmony of the royal family.
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Xia told him with his actions what true "harmony" meant.
Emperor Xia was seen holding the tea cup with his whole hand, carefully handing it to the queen next to him, and whispering softly, "Zitong, drink tea to calm down."
The queen glanced at him, took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Then? Then it was gone.
Emperor Xia waited for a moment, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and asked again: "What do you think about Xuan'er?"
The queen ignored him and continued to play with her nails.
Emperor Xia was anxious, "Hey, what I said is true. I didn't mean not to ask you for instructions last time, but the civil and military officials on the scene needed an explanation on the spot. It was too late at that time."
"Look, Xuan'er is fine now and has grown up. We are all happy too. This is a blessing in disguise, isn't it?"
The queen finally had some reaction. She snorted coldly, "Yes, when you grow up, the emperor also has his own ideas in his heart. Your Majesty, you have thousands of miles of land, you are the supreme king, you are loyal to your word, and you are sought after by thousands of people. How can you still do it?" Can you respect my concubine's humble opinion?"
"Alas, I am old, Your Majesty, please live by yourself," she said, getting up and leaving.
Emperor Xia was numb, and he quickly reached out to hold the queen, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Zitong, look, isn't this just asking you?"
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Master Meng who was still kneeling on the ground, and regained his composure.
"Ask me? I only have Xuan'er now. What can I say? Your Majesty should go to your civil and military officials. Their friendship with you is deeper than the concubine who has been with you since childhood. "The queen snorted coldly.
Emperor Xia touched it twice and spread the notebook on the table.
"Meng Aiqing, you must have heard it, the queen believes in my prince."
Master Meng nodded blankly, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
Emperor Xia was satisfied and spread his hands.
"That's it, it's over."
He turned his head and said, "Zitong, that game of chess just now..."
Master Meng: "?"
East Palace.
Xia Lingxuan rubbed the blade of a sword, calmed down, and practiced the combination of movements again.
An ordinary sword danced faster and faster in his hand, flying like a silver dragon, circling left and right, as quiet as a crouching tiger, moving like a flying dragon, as fast as lightning, as slow as floating clouds, and finally ended in harmony.
It was another complete set of exercises. He stopped and looked at the sword in his hand in a daze.
It’s not fast enough. I always feel like it’s not fast enough.
The swordsmanship is elegant and free, as light as the wind. It always feels heavy when practiced by him. Even the masters watching admit that his speed is not slow.
After taking a short rest, Xia Lingxuan turned around and was about to go back to the house to get a glass of water, but unexpectedly saw Niu Dazhuang, who was frozen in place.
He raised the scabbard in a funny way, "Are you stupid?"
Niu Dazhuang ran over in a few strides, his face turned red with anger, he gave a thumbs up and smiled.
"I don't know much about it, but I have a feeling. His Royal Highness is what they often talk about, the beauty of heaven and man!"
Xia Lingxuan saw that he had been holding back for a long time before he could find a suitable word to praise himself, and raised his eyebrows deliberately, "What? Who else can keep pace with this prince?"
Niu Dazhuang suddenly became at a loss. He opened and closed his lips for a long time, and finally replied honestly.
"I didn't mean to offend, I just didn't think too much about it. I swore that I had never seen the people they mentioned, but the most I thought about was His Highness. If I break my oath, I'll be damned..."
"Okay, okay," Xia Lingxuan interrupted, this person is really cute and serious, "I don't blame you, I'm just curious. Why did you come here today?"
"Oh, oh right!" Niu Dazhuang woke up from a dream and quickly took out a factory building drawing from his arms.
He pointed and said, "The factory you ordered is almost built. These are the exteriors and have been laid. Now we just need to install the internal facilities. If the installation is completed in time, the production of spiritual paper can be put into operation."
"Is it so efficient?" Xia Lingxuan took the drawing and looked at the circled parts on it, his eyebrows suddenly widened.
"It's not bad. This factory looks good and looks great! You did a great job, Da Zhuang!" He did not hesitate to praise him and returned the drawings.
The opportunity to make money is just around the corner, how can Xia Lingxuan be unhappy?
"By the way," he clapped his hands, "If the appearance is good-looking, you can promote the appearance first. Once the appearance of the factory is publicized, won't the popularity of the spiritual paper also increase? Won't others pay more attention to whether the spiritual paper is useful?"
He praised his idea and held the hand of Niu Dazhuang, who was still a little crazy.
"Dazhuang, hurry up and find a painter, draw the outline of the factory, and then write a few big characters on it to advertise our spiritual paper!"
Niu Dazhuang nodded as if he understood, and then asked doubtfully: "I don't know much, what does advertising mean?"
"Uh," Xia Lingxuan was a little embarrassed, remembering that there was no word "advertisement" in this era, so he changed his words, "Don't worry about what they are, draw a few more pictures, and write the location on them, so that people can go there. Visit – but only look outside.”
"When everyone is interested, you can take advantage of the opportunity to tell them the magical effects of the spiritual paper produced. The more attractive it is, the better if it is true. There will definitely be controversy, and this is the key to our popularity."
"Of course, if the paper is enough to write on, you can also write down the purpose of the spiritual paper."
He said a lot, and Niu Dazhuang wrote them all down.
Finally, Xia Lingxuan looked at Niu Dazhuang expectantly, "Do you understand?"
Niu Dazhuang nodded seriously, "I will take note of it. If Your Highness has nothing else to do, I will go and do it."
Xia Lingxuan nodded, and as he drank some water, his inspiration surged again.
"Wait a minute," he grabbed Niu Dazhuang's body as he was about to take a step forward, "Since we want to meddle in the market, we can't do anything in the world."
"In this way, you take action when it's dark and windy at night. It's best if no one sees you."
The corner of his mouth tilted, "If you post it all over the city, I will make all the merchants in a collective trap."
