Chapter 394: The Master of Clear Soup

Banzhuang pursed her lips tightly.

"Look at you, you always have to come up with a trick, but in the end it's still the same price, what are you fussing about?" Banzhuang was so

angry that she gritted her teeth.

"Okay! Just do it the same as before!"

After saying that, she walked away.

The emperor was amazed and couldn't help asking, "Why did you buy them?"

"You'll know in a while."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't answer directly, but asked these women to pack up as soon as possible.

When they finished packing, Jiang Zhiyu and the emperor were already waiting downstairs.

Banzhuang was obviously still angry. When she wrote, her force was so strong that it seemed to penetrate the back of the paper: "Should I put it in the account? Let me remind Miss Jiang that there is already 1,500 taels in the account. Miss Jiang should..."

"Why, are you afraid that I can't pay it back?"

Banzhuang pursed her lips: "Miss, that's not what I meant."

"Remember, you know where I live. If you don't dare to come to my house, let your master come."

Banzhuang: "..."

Her hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

[Forcing women of good character into prostitution and wanting them to make money. If you can make this money, I will not be named Jiang. ]

Emperor: "???!!!"

Force women of good character into prostitution? !

After leaving Zuiyuelong, the three women all cried for joy. Jiang Zhiyu walked up to the woman in the middle and gave her one hundred taels of silver: "There is no better way now. You can only leave the city and escape as far as possible."

The woman was panicked and waved her hands repeatedly. Jiang Zhiyu stuffed the purse into her arms and pushed her on the back: "Run!"

The woman was startled, then ran desperately and disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the remaining two people again: "I know you were sold here by your father and brother. If you want to go back, I won't stop you. I saved you once, and I won't save you a second time. You can choose whether to follow me or go back."

The two women hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Since the young lady has redeemed us, we are naturally hers."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Then come with me."

Passing by the noisy main street and passing through the alleys, there are several tiled houses under the green trees, and the sounds of playing and reading can be heard faintly.

The emperor was slightly startled, and took a few steps forward quickly. Before he could see the whole picture, he saw a familiar figure: "Yan Ting?! Why are you here?"

He Yan Ting had already noticed the arrival of the person, but he had been pretending not to notice. When he heard the emperor's voice, he put down the wooden board in his hand: "...Master."

Behind them, Jiang Zhiyu said to the two women: "Those who can read, go and teach them to read and write. Those who can't read, if they want to learn, learn, if they don't want to learn, just help them."

The two women were still uneasy in their hearts. When they heard her order, they looked around and saw that they were all familiar faces. They immediately smiled and ran over.

On the other side, He Yan Ting also roughly explained the whole story to the emperor.

Although the emperor did not prevent women from going to school, the long-standing discrimination could not be changed overnight.

There are still many schools that do not accept girls. Their fathers and brothers do not stop them openly, but secretly PUA them, or use the excuse of having no money to prevaricate.

Jiang Zhiyu spent many days in Zuiyuelong. Relying on the information he collected and the information in the original book, he understood the temperament and life experience of each woman, and then selected them to establish this school.

Because he was worried that Xiao Yanli would find out about the trouble, the school could not be made public.

The emperor shook his head slightly.

Looking around, the school was full of girls. The emperor said in a low voice: "Are you the same as them, discriminating?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

"Master Qingtang, go out and see which man can't go to school, and bring him to me?"

The emperor: "..."

Master Qingtang? Shouldn't he be the Master Qingtian?

Skipping this topic, the emperor turned to look at He Yanting: "After all this talk, what are you doing here?"

"As you can see, I'm doing chores. All the toys in this courtyard are made by me."

The emperor strangely heard a bit of pride in his tone.

He looked around, waved his hand, signaling them not to follow, and walked deeper.

Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting watched his back.

"Did you bring him here on purpose?"

He Yanting asked softly.

"Yes, if you stay in a high position for a long time, you won't hear the truth. Which minister will go back and tell him? Besides, how many people want this to be implemented?" "

No matter how much you say, it's better for him to come and see it with his own eyes."

"I'm not a superman. How can I really finish it by myself?"

[It's not difficult to deal with those people, but it's difficult to change their deep-rooted ideas. ]

[Let the emperor take the lead, the effect will be the best. ] [

Fortunately, I'm lucky that the author wrote about a benevolent emperor, otherwise, I would have to find someone to calculate the position first, which would be even more troublesome. ]

He Yanting: "..."

As the two were talking, the emperor suddenly came out of the bamboo forest, and his steps were a little hurried.

He Yanting's face changed slightly. After seeing the small windmill in his hand, he suddenly understood what happened, and there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

The emperor looked at He Yanting with a little annoyance and said, "Go back to the palace!"

The three of them went back to the palace together.

...

Compared to the deserted days before, the East Palace today is crowded with people.

There are noisy voices everywhere.

Xiao Lingyu greeted them one by one, Ji You secretly took notes and classified the ministers.

After sending them all away, he analyzed them one by one.

"At present, the Minister of Rites, the Minister of Revenue and the President of the Hanlin Academy have clearly stated that they prefer Your Highness, while the other ministers are still ambiguous. I don't know what Jiang Zhaorong means."

Xiao Lingyu paused as she was touching the flower: "Why are you looking at him alone?"

"After all, he is Jiang Zhiyu's biological father. Even if the relationship is severed, she still has the blood relationship. Who knows when he can be of use. Can Jiang Zhiyu really be that heartless?"

Xiao Lingyu did not comment.

"No need to see him. If you have the leisure time, you might as well pay more attention to my sixth brother and second brother. I heard that they have been ill since they visited the emperor?"

Ji You nodded: "That's right, otherwise these ministers would not have come to visit suddenly."

Xiao Lingyu: "..."

"Can't they come because I am regent?"

Ji You: "...As long as Your Highness is happy."

Xiao Lingyu: "..."

"What disease do they have? Is it also a cold?"

Ji You shook his head: "The symptoms are different. It is said that the second prince has vomiting and diarrhea, and the sixth prince has an itchy body and pustules, which is scary."

"Four or five imperial doctors have been to see him, but they haven't found out what the reason is."

Ji You's eyes were cold: "Could it be that the emperor really..."

Xiao Lingyu looked at him quietly, and Ji You stopped talking instantly.