The construction of Zhengyang Avenue was not only a wonder to the people of the capital, but also a wonder to the foreign officials.

"It was so fast. Such a long road was built in just about a month."

"If we continue at this speed, within ten years, all the roads in the Ming Dynasty will be like this, and then the traffic in the entire Ming Dynasty will become extremely fast."

Pierma Heima stood beside Zhengyang Avenue, looking at the endless stream of people on both sides, and said with emotion.

Since the construction of Zhengyang Avenue began, Pierma Heima, who had originally planned to return in the spring, suddenly gave up the idea of ​​leaving Daming. He wanted to witness it properly.

Currently, the houses on both sides of Zhengyang Avenue have just begun to be built, and there is no place to drink tea.

The weather started to warm up, and every morning Pierma Heima would come over to look after us.

Like Pirmahema, there were also many foreign officials from other small countries who came to watch every day.

Anyone with a little knowledge can understand what such a path means.

In Zhu Ying's opinion, the current situation of the Ming Dynasty is muddy and the post stations and official roads are extremely backward, but it depends on who you compare them with.

In other countries, including the Timurid Empire, there were no post stations or official roads; they were all dirt roads.

Whether it was marching or people doing business, it was extremely difficult.

Inevitably, after seeing the construction process of Zhengyang Avenue, they have begun to think about cement.

"Do you think we have a chance to get the secret recipe of this cement?"

Pierma Heima asked softly.

The Mongolian official next to him also showed desire in his eyes when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Your Highness, I think there should be a chance."

"I have sent people to inquire around. It is said that the formula of cement was invented by the Ming Dynasty's grandson, who recruited craftsmen from the Obarro countries and worked with the Ming Dynasty's craftsmen to invent it."

"The envoys from these small countries are so foolish that they want to target the craftsmen of Obaro. The invention of cement must be controlled by the Ming Dynasty."

"The spies have reported that these craftsmen are living in a camp in the northern suburbs of the capital. The guards are extremely strict, and there are also Ming Dynasty soldiers stationed there. It is extremely difficult to steal the secret recipe."

"At present, all we can do is to find a way to bribe officials who have access to the secret recipe, so that we have a chance to get it."

Hearing the word "bribe", Pierma Heima said helplessly: "But we don't have much money anymore."

Since arriving in the capital, Pierma Heima felt like he had seen a new world.

Life in Samarkand is not as colorful as that in the capital, especially this Spring Festival, which opened Piermahema's eyes and made him forget everything else.

After initially enjoying a luxurious life with Mr. Zhou, as Timur's grandson, there was naturally no such thing as a frugal life.

However, although they brought a lot of gold and silver, they had no income and only expenses, so no amount of money could sustain them.

The reason why I wanted to leave was because Pierma Heima didn’t have much money left.

The Mongolian official rolled his eyes and said, "Your Highness, why don't you write a letter to the Khan about the situation here and ask him to bring some money over."

"I believe Khan should be very interested in cement. If we can build roads with cement, it will be easier for our army to march, and the territory that Khan can control will become more vast."

"Khan will definitely try every possible means to obtain the secret formula of cement."

Pier Ma Heima's eyes lit up and he said happily, "What you said makes sense. I will write a letter to Grandpa right away."

But after he finished speaking, he said helplessly: "But the time it takes for letters to go back and forth is too long. Even if it is faster, it will take almost half a year for grandpa's money to come to you."

Samarkand, where Timur was, was thousands of miles away from the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Even if the messenger was fast, it would take half a year or even a year to go back and forth.

It’s not too late for cement formulations.

But after such a year, Piermahemah's life here has become very frugal.

The treatment of foreign officials in the Ming Dynasty was quite good. There was certainly no salary, but food and accommodation were provided.

The accommodation is not bad, but as for food, it is naturally impossible to have delicious food every day.

Not being able to enjoy delicious food was something Pierma Heima could not accept.

The Mongolian minister suggested: "Your Highness can write another letter to the grassland. The commander there is your uncle Shah Rukh. I believe that when the Fourth Prince knows this news, he will definitely send people to bring a lot of money."

Pierma Heima's eyes lit up, and he patted the Mongolian official on the shoulder and praised loudly: "This is a very wonderful idea. My uncle will definitely support me after knowing this."

"Now that he is fighting on the grassland, he must have accumulated a lot of wealth. I need him to send me as much as possible."

"As long as we can get the secret formula of cement, it will be worth it no matter how much it costs."

After the conversation, Pirmahema and the Mongolian officials rushed to their residence.

They had to quickly arrange a messenger to convey this news to Shaharu on the grassland.

Shah Rukh was Timur's fourth son. He was very outstanding. After knowing the benefits of cement, he would definitely support it strongly.

The streets were crowded with people, and Pirmahema and the Mongolian foreign officials were not too shy in their conversation, because they spoke in Turkic and were not worried about others knowing what they were saying.

Many foreign ministers of small countries are like this. When they chat privately, they will use their own language.

"These two guys, their accents are so tiring to me."

As soon as Pirmahema and the Mongolian officials left, two thin men who had been hiding nearby came out.

One of them complained.

"Come on, it's not bad, I can understand it roughly. If they used the Turkic language in Samarkand, it would be a headache."

The older man said.

"Hey, Old Li, don't say that. If that's the case, I'd rather listen to it with ease. You know, I grew up in the Western Regions since I was a child."

Hearing what Old Li said, the younger man argued.

Old Li was too lazy to respond and urged: "Okay, you are the only one who can do this. Go back to the government office. We have made quite a lot of gains this time."

The young Jinyiwei pursed his lips and said, "What can we gain? These foreign officials all want to get cement. Our report is just a registration."

Old Li laughed and said, "You need to practice more, you've already got all the benefits, but you're still letting them slip away."

"I usually ask you to use your brain more and not to worry about women's bellies. Instead, I want you to write a letter to Shaharu on the grassland."

The young Jinyiwei was confused and didn't understand.

Old Li could only continue to explain: "What is the content of this letter? Of course, it talks about the benefits of cement, and then the key is to ask for money."

"Shahru of the steppe, the fourth son of Timur, is said to be a man of great talent and strategy, and he has never been invincible in battle. Such a person would definitely not be stingy with money after knowing the formula of cement."

The young Jinyiwei was still a little confused: "What does that have to do with us?"

Old Li was so angry that he slapped the rotten wood on the head, making him scream.

Then he scolded: "You are so lustful that you don't even think about how far it is from the grassland to our capital."

"They must be transporting money in secret and will not report it to our court."

"If something unexpected happens on the way and money is lost, what does it have to do with our Ming Dynasty?"

"Even if I have some guesses, it's like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express my pain."

"You say this achievement is not that great."

The young guard's eyes sparkled, and he murmured, drooling: "Big! Big! Big!"

Looking at this useless look, Old Li wanted to slap him again.

But immediately, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Such merits are enough for both of them to be promoted to the rank of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi.

Don't underestimate the Jinyiwei flag. Although he is only of the seventh rank, he is an official and holds considerable power.

The most important thing is that according to the latest regulations, this reward is not small.

Thinking of his own son, Old Li's heart was burning with anxiety: "Let's go back to the government office, so as to avoid any more trouble at night."

Old Li and the young man are just a small microcosm of the members of the Jinyiwei.

Almost all foreign officials were under the strict supervision of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

No matter which country you are from or what language you speak, you can find the corresponding translator here at Jinyiwei.

For example, the Obaro craftsman recruited by Zhu Ying from the other side of the ocean was also fluent in the Jinyiwei's responses.

For the Jinyiwei, every language currently known, no matter how minor, must have someone to learn it.

This is the foundation of a great country.

In March in the capital, spring comes and flowers bloom.

Zhu Ying woke up from her sleep, smelled a familiar fragrance, and immediately opened her eyes.

What came into view was Ye Yueqing's slightly shy face.

Pearly teeth, bright eyes, and a blush on her crystal cheeks.

This morning rhythm made Zhu Ying's throat roll and his mouth dry.

The two looked at each other for a moment and Ye Yueqing quickly lowered her head to avoid him.

My heart is beating like a deer.

Zhu Ying took a quick glance and found that Guo Zhong, who usually stayed by her side, was not in the room at this moment.

After forcing himself to calm down, Zhu Ying asked, "It's so early, is there something important?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yueqing lowered her head even more and replied softly:

"It is His Majesty's decree that I move into Kunning Palace from today."

As soon as Zhu Ying heard it, he knew what was going on.

When the master urged her to get married before, Zhu Ying subconsciously refused, saying that the ceremony would be held after Zhengyang Avenue was completed.

The wedding will be held on Zhengyang Avenue.

Zhu Yuanzhang thought the idea sounded good and agreed.

Now that Zhengyang Avenue is about to open, naturally this marriage has to be put on the agenda.

Zhu Ying smiled bitterly in his heart.

The old man is launching a sneak attack, trying to get things done before it's too late. If he's right, the date has probably already been set by the Imperial Observatory.

Judging from the old man's temper, I guess it happened recently.

Zhu Ying had been busy with government affairs these days, and although he had not paid much attention to the harem, according to convention, preparations had already been made when he became the crown prince, and now everything was ready.

After thinking it through, Zhu Ying no longer had any resistance in her heart, but the atmosphere was a little charming.

"Let me help your highness change his clothes."

Seeing Zhu Ying getting up, Ye Yueqing took the initiative to step forward and speak.

Zhu Ying's mouth moved slightly, subconsciously refusing, but when the words came to his lips, they suddenly turned into: "Okay!"

The Crown Prince's daily clothes are relatively simple to wear.

With Ye Yueqing's help, he had put on his clothes in less than an incense stick of time.

Wash, tie up your hair, and put on your crown.

This was the first time that Zhu Ying was served by someone.

She had been in the palace for a long time, but before that, Zhu Ying did all these things by herself, and the eunuchs just helped her put on her coat at most.

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to prevent his sons and grandsons from becoming obsessed with women and neglecting their studies and health.

Therefore, it was stipulated that before the emperor came of age, he was not allowed to have palace maids of appropriate age to serve him.

After everything was done, Zhu Ying prepared to go to court.

Guo Zhong appeared at the right time and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty has instructed that you do not need to attend court today."

The implication is naturally very clear.

"I have nothing to do anyway, why not go for some spring outing."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying spoke.

Ye Yueqing agreed without hesitation: "I will follow your orders, Your Highness."

Guo Zhong was listening nearby, smiling happily.

When I report to His Majesty later, I will finally have something to say.

Zhu Ying, who was just about to go out, had to turn back to change clothes.

"Yueqing, you brought some clothes with you." Zhu Ying asked casually.

Guo Zhong replied from the side: "Don't worry, Your Highness. All of Her Majesty's clothes have been moved to the palace."

Following Guo Zhong's instructions, two palace maids immediately brought the clothes.

According to etiquette, the Crown Prince's Consort did not have a separate bedroom.

Therefore, even things like changing clothes can only be done in Zhu Ying's bedroom.

After helping Zhu Ying change into an ordinary brocade robe, Ye Yueqing felt a little at a loss.

Because neither the palace maids nor the eunuchs entered the room.

Standing guard outside the door obediently.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying said, "Let me help you change your clothes."

Ye Yueqing heard the sound softly: "Yeah."

When Zhu Ying put his hand on Ye Yueqing's shoulder, his heartbeat quickened.

Outside the palace.

"Brother, how could you do this? Didn't you ask me to come find him?"

"Sister, now that my sister-in-law is here, the Emperor has ordered that she move directly into the palace and live there. You must put your matter aside for now."

"But I want to go out and play today, too. Why, don't you want to?"

"Don't worry, sister. When big brother comes out later, we will go after him. He will definitely not refuse. I just asked Eunuch Guo. Big brother will take big sister-in-law to the suburbs to enjoy the spring."

Zhu Mingyue's eyes lit up as she listened, and then she said, "Yunxun, do me a favor."

Zhu Yunhuan pursed his lips, he knew his sister would say that.

"Okay, I understand. Just let me send someone to deliver a message to your lover."

"Brother is right. Sister, you are in love right now."

Zhu Mingyue waved her fist in anger, pretending to hit Zhu Yunhuan: "I told you not to talk nonsense."

Zhu Yunhuan screamed: "Hit me! Hit me!"

Zhu Mingyue was immediately frightened and covered Zhu Yunhuan's mouth with her hand.

“Mmmmm…”