Fusu is getting married? Why didn't I know about this?

She looked up and down at Fusu in amazement and saw the shyness on his face.

It seems that Ying Zheng was not joking, Fusu is really going to get married.

"When did this happen? Why didn't anyone write to inform me?"

Zhao Jun was very excited and excited.

She still remembered that when Fusu was fifteen years old and just came of age, they were planning to arrange a marriage for him.

It was only when I brought up the issue of age that I was able to postpone it.

Now Fusu is seventeen years old, which is considered old in this era, and he can get married.

"You are busy with official duties outside, how can you have time to write or reply to letters?"

Ying Zheng sat aside and stabbed her coldly.

Zhao Jun chuckled, but she couldn't care less about his sarcasm.

"Whose girl did you choose? How old is she? What does she look like? Did you choose her or did the king just point her at random?"

There was a piece of fresh gossip in front of her right now, so she had no time to care about anything else.

As soon as Zhao Jun opened his mouth, it was as if he wanted to ask about the other person's ancestors.

Fusu blushed slightly and felt a little embarrassed when faced with her question.

"The one I've decided on is General Meng Tian's eldest daughter, Meng Zhi. She's the same age as me."

The daughter of Meng Tian’s family, an acquaintance.

Zhao Jun remembered Meng Tian, ​​whom he had met many times in the north before.

I'm already seventeen, which is not bad, I'm barely an adult in terms of age.

"As for her appearance, I will bring her to meet the master later."

"Did you choose this person yourself, or did the king make the decision?"

She walked over and sat down next to him and asked jokingly. Judging from Fusu's blushing face, he seemed to like her.

"I didn't interfere in this matter."

Ying Zheng answered.

"Yes, it was chosen by me."

Fusu continued to agree with Ying Zheng with a blushing face.

Zhao Jun glanced at his face back and forth. The king didn't care, so how did he make the choice? It seems there is a story behind this.

She smiled and shook her head. She hadn't seen Fusu for a year and he was about to get married.

Time flies. When she first met Fusu, he was just a teenager.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but sigh in her heart for a moment, but she came back to her senses after a while.

Don’t dwell on the past and focus on the present.

"Okay, I'll have time to find out later. By the way, when is the wedding date set?"

Zhao Jun has no plans for the next year yet, but he will definitely attend Fusu's wedding.

"Tentatively, it's set for May, when everything comes back to life."

Fusu had just finished discussing with Ying Zheng.

It’s still early, there’s still half a year left.

"Okay, now that you've had a good rest these past two days, it's time to talk about what happened this year."

Ying Zheng temporarily put the matter aside. He had called Zhao Jun over to discuss serious matters.

Zhao Jun also remembered it, so he quickly recounted his experiences of the past year starting from Ba County.

I have experienced a lot this year, some of which I cannot describe in a letter. Now that I can report in person, there will be many more details.

Fusu also stood aside and listened quietly.

Her report lasted from noon to afternoon.

"Basically, everything is over here, and then I came back. Oh, and I brought back some roasted tea leaves. I'll give them to you to try later."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the water cup on the table and took a big gulp of water. Her mouth was really dry from talking.

“So many things happened.”

Fusu couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, it seems that I was too lax in my management of Shu County, and something like this actually happened."

Ying Zheng's face was sullen and his tone was cold.

"Don't be angry, my king. They should have known what I was thinking this time, so they didn't make too much of a fuss."

Zhao Jun comforted

But Ying Zheng didn't think so in his heart. It seemed that his Great Qin was not perfect in every way.

"Also, what's going on with Shi Hong?"

Ying Zheng glanced at her sideways.

Shi Hong? What does this have to do with Shi Hong? Zhao Jun didn't understand.

She didn't know that Xiao He had betrayed her behind her back a long time ago.

"I heard that he was very attentive to you."

Ying Zheng asked lightly, but the King of Zhao opened his eyes wide.

She didn't mention this when she reported. How did the king know about it? Who did he hear it from?

"How is that possible?"

She retorted subconsciously.

"From the beginning, I didn't get along with Shi Hong. I didn't like to talk to him much. What the king heard was all untrue."

Zhao Jun acted extremely frankly, and besides, this was not the case in the first place.

Ying Zheng glanced at her again, and seeing her determined look, he let the matter go.

"Father, I think the master has finished his story. Why don't we have dinner first?"

The silent Fusu came out with a smile to smooth things over. It was almost past lunchtime.

"Yes, yes, let's eat first. Fusu is here, and I really have something to ask you."

She was particularly happy about what Fusu said at this time because she was indeed hungry.

Both of them looked eagerly at Ying Zheng who was sitting at the top.

Then it was time for a pleasant lunch.

The three of them hadn't eaten together for a long time. It was a pity that they didn't have hotpot for lunch, otherwise it would have been more comfortable.

"Sir, do you have any homework to test you?"

Fusu couldn't remember what homework she had assigned him.

"Of course. I haven't been in Xianyang for a year. How is the workshop I left for you to manage?"

Of course, this was the first thing she wanted to know when she came back.

"Oh, it's this homework."

Fusu suddenly realized and then hurriedly reported it.

"Overall, both workshops have been running very smoothly this year. The papermaking workshop is still going strong, but the glass workshop has since grown. The craftsmen have learned many other glassmaking methods, not just making cups, but also other utensils and large pieces of glass."

"At the end of the year, I checked the accounts with the senior officials from the Imperial Household Department. This year, the glass workshop's revenue has surpassed that of the papermaking workshop. We are truly making a killing every day."

Fusu was particularly excited when talking about this.

After all, he was the one who founded the glass workshop and it was also the first workshop he was in charge of. He felt proud that it was able to surpass the papermaking workshop in just one year.

"Really? That's good. It means you've done a good job on your studies this year."

Hearing him say this, Zhao Jun felt much more relieved.

"Also, this year, I also distributed bonuses and prizes to the workers in both workshops as usual. The workers were extremely happy. I just realized that just a little bit of food and meat could bring such praise from the people."

Speaking of this, Fusu sighed secretly. Before he took charge of the workshop, he didn't know much about the lives of the people.

But after a year of management and getting along with the people, he understood the people better and realized that all they wanted was simple food and clothing.

Zhao Jun put down his chopsticks and looked at Fusu seriously again.

After not seeing him for a year, he has not only grown taller, but his character has also matured.

Ying Zheng obviously had the same idea as her.

The two of them stared at Fusu for a while, then smiled at each other.