Chapter 61: Your Majesty has worked hard

Yun Hongxiao glared at Feng Zuwen.

When they were young, they had a good personal relationship.

The old marquis was neutral on the surface, but Feng Zuwen helped Yun Hongxiao do a lot of things in private.

Few people knew about their relationship.

Once, Yun Hongxiao encountered an assassination attempt, and the person he asked for help was Feng Zuwen.

And that time it was Yun Hongxiao's half brother who sent people to do it, the most powerful rival for the throne.

And in the end, he missed the best opportunity because of this.

"Your Majesty, how did the ginseng in my hand come from? Can you keep it a secret? I don't want to deceive you, but everyone has to have some secrets." Feng Zuwen thought for a while before speaking.

This matter is not a big deal, but it is not small.

Gao Canling ginseng is indeed too rare, no wonder the emperor cares so much.

"My dear Feng, what do you mean?" Yun Hongxiao couldn't quite understand. How did he get it? Is it difficult to tell him?

Could he continue to find ginseng of the same grade?

Was he afraid that he would intercept his source?

"Your Majesty, just think of it as a gift from the gods." Feng Zuwen gave a reason that no one would believe, but it was the truth.

"Really?"

"Not true."

"Anything else?" Yun Hongxiao's eyes were filled with desire.

Feng Zuwen was speechless when he saw Yun Hongxiao's expectant eyes.

"Do you want it?"

"My dear, my father passed away at the age of 42. If there was a 500-year-old ginseng at that time, maybe he could have lived a few more years.

I am 36 this year and have been in charge of government for 15 years. Do you think I should care about a ginseng? My eldest son is 16 years old, and my second son is only 15 years old, not to mention the other two.

If I don't hold on for a little longer, and the world is handed over to one of them, how can they sit on the throne steadily? It is the most difficult for a young emperor, and my father and I are examples."

Yun Hongxiao said earnestly. When he ascended the throne at the age of 21, many old ministers in the court often sang against him, and some meritorious generals did not listen to his orders.

"Your Majesty, you are in good health now." Feng Zuwen felt that Yun Hongxiao was worrying about nothing.

"I get up at 11:00 a.m. every day to attend court. I have endless memorials to read. Every day, there are things happening everywhere that make me worry so much that my hair turns gray early.

I am so tired that I have never had a peaceful day. Do you think I can live a long life?"

Yun Hongxiao now regards Feng Zuwen as a close friend. Perhaps he really feels tired. It is lonely at the

top. There are few people in the court who can listen to his inner thoughts. Only Feng Zuwen does not have many thoughts. He is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate and is a man of affection and righteousness.

"Your Majesty has worked hard. Why don't you let the two princes come to the court? Help you share some of the burden?" Feng Zuwen didn't know how to comfort him. He could only think of this idea.

The result was a glare.

"Do you want my two princes to start competing so early?"

Feng Zuwen was speechless. But even so, the competition has already begun.

Both princes are still studying in the study, and are indeed not suitable to enter the court. At least until they are eighteen years old. When

the conversation was almost over, Feng Zuwen reached out from his wide sleeves and took out a box and handed it to Yun Hongxiao.

Yun Hongxiao looked at Feng Zuwen strangely.

Feng Zuwen pushed forward.

Yun Hongxiao picked it up and opened it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Wow, another old ginseng, much fatter than the one in his hand.

"My dear Feng, how come you still have it?"

Yun Hongxiao was shocked. How did this ginseng become cabbage and radish in Feng Zuwen's eyes?

Song Shuqing gave one to the queen, thinking that she would report to the emperor, but she hid it and didn't let anyone know.

So today Feng Zuwen had to give another one to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I saw you care about a ginseng yesterday, and since I have one in my hand, I will give you one, so that you won't be robbed again one day and get angry."

Yun Hongxiao was unhappy when he said this. This was an indirect accusation that he did something wrong last night, but he couldn't get angry.

"I will accept your filial piety."

"Your Majesty, the queen is your first wife, you must not hurt her feelings again." Feng Zuwen cares most about his first wife, and sneers at those who favor concubines over wives.

Family happiness is more important than anything else.

"Alas, I was reckless yesterday." Yun Hongxiao felt a little regretful when he thought about it, but why didn't he suppress his anger at that time?

"Your Majesty, let me tell you what I think. I was there yesterday. As a bystander, I saw that Concubine Zheng and her son were always fanning the flames." Feng Zuwen's meaning was very clear.

It was very likely that Concubine Zheng and her son did what happened yesterday.

But there was no evidence.

"Alas, I later realized that what they did was to encourage me to punish the empress. This is also human nature. It is inevitable that wives and concubines will fight. As the two princes grow up, their ambitions will emerge. As long as they don't go too far, I can only balance them."

This is the royal family, it's normal.

"Have you found out the theft yesterday?"

"General Manager Yuan found out last night. It was the watchman who was guarding the storehouse who stole it. He gave the item to a maid in the empress's palace. They were having an affair, but the maid was found dead in the pond in Yu's garden."

In other words, they couldn't find out who the real culprit was.

Feng Zuwen was speechless, but he already had someone he suspected in his mind.

Forget it, as a minister, he should do his duty first, and we'll talk about it later.

Improving martial arts is the most important thing.

Feng Zuwen came out of Yu's study, and a small figure was waiting for him.

"Master."

"Fourth Prince? No, you are the Ming King now. What's the matter?"

"Master, I will go home with you now to learn martial arts."

"Let's go." Feng Zuwen walked in front, not caring whether he was a prince or not.

I'll never be able to get rid of this kid.

But to Yun Ranqing's disappointment, when he arrived at Feng Mansion, Sister Feng was not there.

He had no choice but to start practicing martial arts under the guidance of Feng Zuwen.

At this time, Feng Tianxing and Feng Yuanhao were sitting in a carriage, going to Mobaozhai to buy books.

When they arrived at the store, Feng Yuanhao asked the waiter to bring a lot of books for him to choose.

Feng Yuanhao picked more than twenty books this time, which ruined the shopkeeper's joy.

One customer bought his two-day sales volume.

Recently, the eldest branch of the Feng family has not been short of money. The hundred-year-old ginseng and other precious medicinal materials are selling very well.

Feng Tianxing was also very happy. As long as the family is not short of money, his mother will not worry about financial problems.

Silly Feng Tianxing really thought that the Feng family was short of money.

After buying the books, he got on the carriage again and went to another destination: the Jingzhao Yin Yuan's house.

This is what Feng Yuanhao said at the palace banquet yesterday that he would visit his home and ask for advice.

Now that he has a reason, he can't delay.

He has to strike while the iron is hot.

The Yuan family lives in a small alley to the west of the imperial city.

It is a small house with two entrances and is a bit old.

This house was awarded to Yuan Yinan as a prize because he just passed the imperial examination and moved the late emperor with his loyalty and righteousness.

When he arrived at the door, Wang Jiang went forward and knocked.

It took a long time before someone came to open the door.

It was an old woman who looked to be in her forties.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is Lord Yuan at home?" Feng Yuanhao asked politely.

He had inquired and found out that Lord Yuan would often go home for lunch at noon as long as he was not on business.

The lunch in the public kitchen of the government office also had to be paid.

"The Lord is not at home, but he will be back in a while."

"Then can we go in and wait?" Feng Yuanhao asked.

"Who are you?" the old woman asked.

It was impossible for her to not know everyone, so she led people in, and there were two men, although there was a little baby.

"My son is the prince of Wu'an Marquis Mansion. He made an appointment with Lord Yuan to come and pay a visit. This is my lady." Wang Jiang took the initiative to introduce. "

Oh, Prince Feng and Miss Feng are here to visit. Please come in."