Chapter 103 Danqing
Su Zhenzhen was looking at the summary account book given by Gu Heng at this moment. She was shocked by Rong Jinchen's wealth.
The annual tax revenue of the Qin Dynasty was only 40 million taels, and her Su family's century-old assets were only 2 million taels. This man actually had a fortune of more than 2 million taels, and hundreds of thousands of taels of liquid cash.
She looked at the thick silver bills worth hundreds of thousands of taels in the rosewood box and said, "Chenchen, you are so rich." Su Zhenzhen felt that she had suddenly become rich. Now she was a woman with a net worth of 2.7 million taels.
The princess's annual salary is two hundred taels. Although it is not much, it is better than nothing. The princess's salary after marriage is also three hundred taels, and the legitimate princess's salary is four hundred taels.
Only the princes who are extremely favored by His Majesty have an annual salary of 20,000 taels. An ordinary prince would be lucky to have an annual salary of 10,000 taels, and most of the time it is between 5,000 and 8,000 taels.
Rong Jinchen chuckled, "They are all yours." He added: "Qingqing has to give me monthly allowance." Otherwise, how could he buy gifts for Qingqing?
Su Zhenzhen's eyes moved slightly, and she smiled and said: "Okay." Giving him pocket money and then buying things for her is not bad.
She generously took out a silver note and gave it to him, "One thousand taels a month, is that enough?" It would not be good to give too much.
The man pursed his lips and smiled, "Qingqing is so nice to me." Which man has a thousand taels of pocket money a month?
Gu Heng saw what his prince was thinking, and he could only try to smile. There was nothing he could do about it, because he had become accustomed to his prince's love-sick mind.
At this moment, Su Zhenzhen said again: "Does the emperor know that you are so rich?" To put it bluntly, this family fortune is enough to fight for the throne.
He raised his sword-like eyebrows, "Qingqing, what do you think?" His father knew that he was very rich, but he didn't know the exact amount. A sweet and soft thing nestled in his arms, "Chenchen, I like you a little more." Su Zhenzhen was very straightforward, looking at him with admiration.
Rong Jinchen was not displeased. Su Zhenzhen was so sincere that he could never love her enough. "Then I will keep trying." She liked his power and status, and also liked him.
The next morning.
Rong Jinchen's biological clock woke up on time. He looked at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms. Her delicate and beautiful face reminded him of her tearful appearance.
He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, so he forced himself to close his eyes, pursed his lips, and exhaled silently.
Unable to help but move, he quietly walked to the rosewood desk. Rong Jinchen looked at the rice paper and chose to paint a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring to calm his mind.
Rong Jinchen never draws people, but Su Zhenzhen's every frown and smile are deeply engraved in his mind.
Next to the white jade double crab paperweight is the Yanhu Meishe inkstone with ground ink, and a purple-hair brush is outlining the girl's figure on the rice paper.
Under the crabapple tree, petals are falling all over the place. The beauty is leaning on the chaise longue, supporting her cheeks with her hands. Her hair is disheveled, her hair is black and her skin is white, and the spring scenery is beautiful.
"Chenchen, what are you doing?" Su Zhenzhen's voice suddenly came in his ears. Rong Jinchen was so scared that the tip of the pen trembled, and the pink spot fell on the white collarbone of the beauty in the painting.
Su Zhenzhen looked at the vivid and beautiful woman in the painting with a look of amazement. She reached out to take the wolf-hair brush from his hand and smeared the pink spot, turning it into a kiss mark.
The beautiful woman's stunning appearance was made even more shy by the kiss mark, and she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Chenchen, your painting is really good, I like it." Su Zhenzhen is very beautiful. She is so beautiful in this painting, as if a filter was automatically added.
It turns out that in Rong Jinchen's heart, she is so beautiful.
Rong Jinchen's ears turned slightly red, and he said: "Qingqing, how can you still get out of bed?" Was he not working hard enough?
Su Zhenzhen: ...
Should she tell him that there are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no land that is plowed to death?
It will be fine after you get through the first few times, you will just suffer from back pain, weak legs and lack of sleep.
The girl was only wearing a purple nightgown, and the faint traces of her body were exactly the same as those of the beauty in the painting. "Well, I was woken up by thirst." She didn't feel the familiar abdominal muscles and slept uneasily.
Su Zhenzhen was also surprised that she had adapted to the feeling of sleeping with someone holding her so quickly.
Rong Jinchen put down the wolf-hair brush and looked at her graceful figure leisurely. "I'll give you some water. Since you're not sleepy, stay with me and sleep for a while." He held her in his arms like a child and was in a good mood.
Su Zhenzhen: ...
Weiyang Palace.
Rong Yue was speechless.
He looked at Su Qiyang who was having breakfast with him.
"Ziyun, my son Chen'er didn't come to court today." Their Great Qin holds a big court every ten days, and a small court every three or five days. If there are important matters, they have to attend court every day.
Su Qiyang: ...
You ask me what I do?
I didn't go back to Prince Yan's Mansion with them.
He nodded and said, "Yeah."
Rong Yue and Su Qiyang stared at each other in silence.
The corner of Su Qiyang's mouth twitched, "Your Majesty, why don't you send someone to check out Prince Yan's Mansion?" "I have already sent someone." Rong Yue looked at him proudly.
Su Qiyang: ...
As a result, Yu Manquan came back soon. He looked at Yu Fuhai awkwardly, and looked at Rong Yue with a speechless and fearful expression.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Yan he...he..." His voice sounded a bit tearful.
Rong Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, "What's the matter?" He put down his chopsticks, and Su Qiyang followed suit.
Yu Manquan said: "Your Highness Prince Yan, he wants to take a wedding leave." After saying that, he lowered his head and dared not speak.
Rong Yue was puzzled. "Didn't I give him three days off?" "His Highness said he wanted to take a month's wedding leave." Yu Manquan finished quickly, hanging his head.
Su Qiyang: There is actually such a thing?
Rong Yue:???
"How much did you say? One month? Does he want to go to heaven?" Rong Yue was so angry that he stood up and put his hands on his hips.
Why!
He never had a month's vacation as emperor!
Rong Yue, his defense broken, couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands. He was so envious of him!
"His Royal Highness Prince Yan said he wants to give you a big fat grandson and granddaughter." Yu Manquan relayed the words of the visitor from Prince Yan's Mansion.
Rong Yue: ...
Okay... okay.
It's a bit pitiful that his son Chen'er is twenty years old and still not a father.
He completely forgot that he was already twenty-three years old when he became a father.
Su Qiyang: Your Majesty, you...
Su Zhenzhen was being coaxed gently and tenderly by Rong Jinchen. She sat in his arms and pinched his abdominal muscles as punishment. "You are not allowed to pinch me," she said with a frown.
Rong Jinchen's handsome face was full of satisfaction and smiles, "Okay, I'll listen to you, my dear." A man who is well fed and well-drinking is very easy to talk to.
The two men put on their clothes and called Baizhi and the others into the house to serve them. It was almost time for lunch.
At this time, lunch had been served, and Bai Zhi replied: "Princess, Your Highness, His Majesty sent someone to tell Your Highness to take a month's wedding leave." She was really enlightened.
Su Zhenzhen:???
His Majesty!
Father!
What about your persistence?
Rong Jinchen washed up under the help of Gu Heng. He whispered: "What do you want to do today?" "How about letting me draw another picture?" He said with a smile.
Su Zhenzhen threw the cotton towel off her face and said, "No." Will she accompany him to the bed again? The man was not angry when she rejected him.
He held her little hand and said, "You must be starving, Qingqing, I'll feed you." Su Zhenzhen puffed out her cheeks. Whose fault was it that she didn't have breakfast?
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