Chapter 117 The Best Mother-in-law's Handbook 39
In the mining prison, a dispirited Zhu Sanlang sat in a corner, his clothes tattered. He had only been here for less than a month, but the daily toil had worn him down.
Counting the endless ten years, at this moment, he suddenly became unsure whether he could get out alive.
He was overwhelmed by great panic, and before he had time to grieve over his uncertain future, the prison boss came with the cell key and opened the cell door while shouting and cursing.
"It's time for afternoon labor. Prisoners, line up and leave your cells. Don't be lazy, or the whip in my hand won't recognize you..."
Knowing that Zhu Sanlang was having a hard time, Feng Wu felt relieved. Even if she, as a mother, couldn't teach her child well, there would be someone who could.
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When he opened his eyes again, Ji Changsheng had turned into the Wansheng Emperor who was above all others. He figured out the pattern of changing his identity each time. Every year, he would return to Daxixi, and after staying in Daxixi for a day, he would return to Zhu Changdan's body.
After figuring out the pattern, Ji Changsheng was extremely grateful that he only needed to stay in Daxixi for one day before he could return to his wife and children. If he had to wait for a year, he would really go crazy.
After the small court meeting, Ji Changsheng summoned the Minister of Works and the Vice Minister. He planned to renovate the deserted harem so that he could welcome his queen into the palace one day in the future.
After the emperor's order was issued, the former dynasty was shocked. They did not understand the deep meaning behind the emperor's actions one after another. The ministers did not dare to confront this iron-blooded emperor with his long speeches on wasting people's time and money. To be honest, apart from being a little crazy every once in a while, their emperor was actually a good emperor.
Of course, this was just the inner voice of the officials of the previous dynasty. In fact, the means used by this emperor to seize power were brutal. Anyone who disobeyed would be exiled at best and punished at worst.
When the king first ascended the throne, blood was seen every day inside and outside the court. A large number of ministers with rebellious intentions were killed. Those who remained were almost all meritorious officials and generals who supported the Wansheng Emperor in establishing his kingdom.
After finishing his court affairs in a day, he went to the waterside pavilion in the harem to choose an open area and planned to plant a peach orchard.
The regulations of the imperial palace should not be changed drastically, so he ordered Yu Linchun to find a map and choose a hot spring palace covering an area of about 600 to 700 acres. He wanted to plant peach trees here so that he could bring his wife and children to the palace to enjoy the beautiful peach blossoms in the future.
Just thinking about the scene of that day, his cold and sharp eyes softened.
Yulinchun was waiting on the side, feeling nervous. His Majesty seemed a little different today. Compared to the anxiety he had yesterday, His Majesty was calm and gentle today.
Damn Wenhe. The blood of the death row prisoners in His Majesty's bedroom the day before yesterday had not yet dried. He didn't dare to have any wild thoughts. Yu Linchun also bowed his head more respectfully and served on the side.
One day passed peacefully, and when he groped around again, he was already holding a soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms. Sniffing the familiar fragrance on the tip of his nose, Ji Changsheng sighed muffledly from his somewhat dry throat, "Little Phoenix, I miss you and my son so much!"
Feng Wu: "..." It was so early in the morning, and his son was still sleeping soundly! "Let's go to the next room! Our son is still sleeping!"
Ji Changsheng: "..." Did his wife misunderstand something? He was simply expressing his joy at regaining what he had lost, but he had to listen to his wife's words.
He jumped out of bed swiftly, rolled up the quilt and carried it on his shoulders, and then the two of them went straight into the study that was made from the side room.
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Time easily leaves people behind, the peach blossoms turn red and the willow branches turn green.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Shande Village, which was once overgrown with weeds, has now completely changed. It is March, and it is the time of pink peach blossoms and green willows again.
Today, thanks to Fengwu's support, almost every household in Shande Village has built a blue brick and tile house.
Visitors stroll along the newly built wide viewing path, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms. If they feel tired, there are pavilions in the peach blossom forest for tourists to rest.
In the hinterland along the river, many magnificent manors have been built. According to Feng Wu, these are modern river-view villas, and the selling prices are naturally high. In addition, there are good things here that cannot be found outside, so the merchants and wealthy people who heard about it came to the door with large sums of money.
Before the manor was built, Fengwu received a large number of down payments for house purchases. Now the villa complex is getting bigger and bigger, attracting more and more businessmen, and it is about to become a village as big as the provincial capital.
Zhu Jiadundun is almost four years old this year. He has been suppressed by his own father in his enlightenment. He must complete the homework assigned by his father every day before he can go out and play with his brother Ajiu.
At this moment, the little guy was practicing copying and writing big characters in the study. Looking out through the bright window, he could see Ajiu taking a nap on the eaves.
Just as he was about to take out the glass jar hidden in the belly of the table to take a break, he heard the young man's clear and playful voice outside: "There are still three more chapters of big characters. Dundun's butt is going to suffer."
Dun Dun: “…” He kept bringing up things that were not related to the topic. Brother Jiu was becoming more and more annoying.
He put the glass jar away angrily, picked up the wolf-hair brush with his chubby little hands, dipped it in the fragrant ink, and continued practicing resignedly.
Feng Wu carried two bowls of peach blossom soup and some peach blossom cakes freshly made from the kitchen, and walked past the eaves, calling out, "Ajiu, come down and have some cakes."
In the blink of an eye, Ajiu was already standing next to Fengwu. The boy was much taller than Fengwu, like a straight and slender green bamboo. He carefully took the tray from Fengwu's hand and hurried towards the study.
"Ajiu, your maternal uncle will be here in two days. I'm afraid you can't make excuses for going back to the capital this time." Feng Wu wiped the cake crumbs from his son's mouth while talking to Ajiu who was checking his homework.
Ajiu froze as he turned the pages of the book, his eyes filled with resistance. "Ajiu won't leave, where is Dundun? Where is Ajiu?"
Dun Dun nodded desperately upon hearing this, "Mom, you want to separate me from Brother Jiu, you are such a wicked mother-in-law..."
Feng Wu: “…” What’s going on?
She rubbed the two boys' wooden heads in annoyance and said unhappily, "What mother means is that when Jiu returns to the capital, we should accompany him."
After hearing this, Ajiu's eyes were filled with joy. "If that's the case, then Ajiu is willing to return to Shangjing."
Only this child has a pure heart. In the royal family, everyone is fighting for the supreme position like a black-eyed chicken, but this child has no ambition at all.
She even suspected that she had raised a wolf cub into a little white rabbit. If that was true, she would be committing a serious sin.
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