Chapter 239 Good Omen

After Emperor Chu Ming left, Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen stopped eating the rich and colorful food, which included sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, and walnut kernels, and the spring immortal seagull with swan osmanthus, rose, and brine, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea.

Alas, if she continues to eat, Tu Mi will always lament the hardships of people's lives.

As the saying goes, don't meddle in matters that are not your responsibility.

Zhu Huaizhen knew she couldn't help them, she didn't have that ambition.

However, we still go to the opera as usual.

Listening to opera can support an entire troupe.

Zhu Huaizhen could pat her chest responsibly, saying that the opera troupe she supported was happy, not having to entertain guests, but just performing. Of course, they couldn't achieve rapid success, as she, Zhu Huaizhen, couldn't even protect herself.

Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

"Your Highness, there is a good sign outside." Tu Mi whispered.

"Copper coins rained from the sky, double ears of wheat grew on the ground, and koi fish swam in the lake." Zhu Huaizhen murmured.

"Your Highness, how did you know?" Tu Mi was stunned.

Her princess is indeed a pretty girl, but she is born with a smart mind.

"A few days ago, I listened to a new play called "The Story of Roujia", and it was sung like this." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.

"The Biography of Roujia" tells the legendary story of Empress Roujia.

Her elder sister, Bai what, oh, Bai Rusu, admired Empress Roujia very much.

Oh, after my elder sister changed her name, it’s really hard to pronounce.

"No wonder Emperor Chu Ming ran to Your Highness to seek answers when he had doubts in his mind." Tu Mi joked.

"He won't come again." Zhu Huaizhen yawned repeatedly and a few tears fell.

In fact, she is not as lazy as she appears.

She has someone she cares about.

For example, she frequently sent news from the Changshengku, desperate to know that the now-retired Emperor Wu Zhang and her third brother were safe. Furthermore, she was naturally suspicious and overthinking, constantly analyzing the truth and falsehood of the information provided by the Changshengku. Zhu Huaizhen would only believe it if it was 90% true.

For example, although she never offered a helping hand to her elder sister who married far away in Northern Jin, she could not sleep well every time her elder sister was in danger, but she refused to light incense to comfort her soul.

There is no point in lighting this soul-soothing incense and sleeping until dawn.

"Your Highness, you are so smart." Tu Mi shook her head and laughed.

Tu Mi was very worried that her prince would not live long.

"Tu Mi, tell me about the auspicious signs. I actually didn't catch up." Zhu Huaizhen smiled, his grape eyes clear and bright.

Haha, her Highness is really good at joking. It’s obvious that her Highness is just sleepy and too lazy to go out.

"Your Highness, it literally rained copper coins. Overnight, copper coins could be seen everywhere, on flowers, trees, roads, streets, and even rooftops. People were snatching them up like crazy. No one wanted to work anymore, so they just picked up the coins. If you missed this time, you don't know if there will be a next time." Tumi told the story.

"What nonsense." Zhu Huaizhen sneered.

Copper coins are dead, only labor creates value.