Chapter 72:

Xie Zheng did not speak for a long time, and An Fu Anrui did not dare to gasp.
Mr. Wu looked at the two eunuchs who shrank back into tortoises, thinking he had guessed wrong, and cautiously said: "But what's the inconvenience? His father is too high in rank? Isn't his seniority right?" After all, the prince can work hard. It is uncertain whether it is a noble lady or a relative of the emperor, neither of which is acceptable according to the royal rules of Dayan.
Xie Zheng returned to his mind: "No..."
Mr. Wu nodded: "That's fine." Then he said, "Are you worried about being too young? Hmm...14 years old is indeed a bit younger. But I think that your Royal Highness is not good enough for ordinary women, if this is the case. If a girl has this talent, it’s okay to wait a year or two."
Some staff members disagreed and stopped and said, "What kind of talent can a fourteen-year-old girl have? It is the right thing to look for those with strong families and promising parents."
"I don't agree with me." Someone jumped out, "The father, brother and wife are just the icing on the cake. If the mistress is good, one can take care of the back house, so that your Royal Highness will have no worries about the future; second, the relationship can be harmonious, so that your Highness will go more smoothly. Educating children and descendants of Fuze...with a powerful family of father, brother and wife, wouldn't it be beautiful!"
"You have finished all these good things... Your Royal Highness has not yet said whether this girl can be the job!"
Everyone looked at Xie Zheng together.
The latter didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment of stunned, he slowly said, "This woman is...unparalleled in the world."
Everyone looked sideways. This praise is really high...
Mr. Wu was also surprised: "Really?"
Xie Zheng didn't want to say more.
Mr. Wu gave him a sneak peek and said, "If you have such a talent, you should be hired under your command, and you will even need to be your mistress."
"It's too young." Someone retorted, "I think that the child who has not yet reached the end, said that talent is too early."
Another suggestion: "If you feel that this woman is too young, you can marry a wife first, and when she grows up, she will become a side room."
"No! Never!" Mr. Wu immediately objected, "Why would a talented person be willing to succumb to others? If the mistress is weak and the side room is too strong, there will be chaos in the back house! This method is absolutely impossible!" A few words are absolutely impossible, indicating that this move is indeed a bad policy.
"Yes, I agree with Mr. Wu, there is no room for two tigers, and you must not be greedy and miss a major event. If you can't wait, as your Royal Highness said before, you can marry a good family and take care of it in the future. It is also a good relationship."
"It's the same for me." Some people didn't take it seriously. "No matter how talented a woman is, she is only a housekeeper, director, husband and child, so why not care too much."
Xie Zheng glanced over, and said blankly: "Dayan Monthly, it was her idea."
Everyone took a breath.
"Dayan Monthly"!
Although the monthly magazine is now hung under the name of Emperor Chengjia, the benefits are real—not to mention, how many people are grateful to the monthly magazine. Because of their status and sources of information, they thought that the blessings came from the emperor. If they were to be officials in the future, would they not know the merits of Xie Zheng?
Besides, how many people get higher fame and fortune because they write their manuscripts and appear in the monthly magazine. They are not ignorant civilians. If they don't say anything, will they be grateful to Xie Zheng?
In summary, in a few years, the literati will be almost invisible supporters of Xie Zheng.
There are many benefits that they are still studying and considering...all from the "Dayan Monthly".
What did Xie Zheng say now?
He said, this idea came from a fourteen-year-old boudoir woman?
Everyone was shocked.
After a while, Mr. Wu took the lead in regaining consciousness, and said excitedly: "If so-if so -" He took a deep breath, "If this woman doesn't take her as her own, she must..." He stretched out his palm and touched his neck. Swipe down from the place, "Cut the grass and roots, never let this woman be taken away by others, especially the princes."
All the staff nodded one after another: "Mr. Wu is absolutely right!"
Xie Zheng:...
In the summer, there seems to be a chill in the study.
Everyone is stagnant.
Someone immediately changed his mind: "It's better to hire back, hire back to be the mistress!"
"That's right, you should be hired back to serve your Highness!"
Mr. Wu also sighed: "For such a strange woman, it is worth waiting for two years."
"I really didn't expect that such a strange trick of Dayan Monthly came from a little girl..."
"Wait, the preparations for the monthly magazine began the year before last, and the publication began last year... If that's the case, the girl was only twelve the year before last?!"
"Wizard of Tianzong! Wizard of Tianzong!"
...
The room was noisy, but Xie Zheng fell into contemplation-hiring Zhu's girl as his wife?
Slender knuckles tap the wooden table. It sounds good...
Why didn't he think of this before?
Although that girl could be regarded as he grew up...but she started talking about marriage and getting married, why didn't she think of it at all?
It must be because when the two met, Zhu Yuanzheng was a young child, and his temperament was detached...In addition, he has been a person for two lives, and when he interacts with him, he is used to thinking of himself as an elder.
If the initial impression and perception are fixed, it will be difficult to reverse it.
This, maybe it's dark under the lights, right?
The most important thing is, if he marries a girl, then there is no reason for the girl to keep a distance and cut off contact with him?
In the future, they will not only be able to talk on paper, but also...
Thinking of being able to grind ears and ears with the girl in the future, Xie Zheng felt that the ice tray on the side seemed not very useful. Why did the study suddenly become so much hotter...
He took two sips of the chilled tea cup, waited to calm down, and then continued to ponder.
If he married the girl, he would be able to protect her personally, and wealth and glory would be at his fingertips, and he would no longer need to investigate the many young people in Beijing--how these vulgar people were worthy of his girl.
His girl...well, this is a much easier term!
Xie Zheng's depressed mood for many days suddenly became a loose one, as if it had rained on a sunny day, and as if it had been raining for a long time, it was so refreshing that he wanted to go out for horse racing and archery.
Looking at the aides who were still discussing passionately, Xie Zheng sighed lightly and said solemnly, "Alright, are there other things?"
Only then did everyone wake up, put aside the topic, and returned to business.
With a quick knife to deal with the rest of the mess, Xie Zheng immediately beat the horse back to the palace.
According to the rules, you must dismount and walk after entering the palace.
Xie Zheng threw the reins, strode forward, and An Fu Anrui and others hurriedly chased them behind.
Go all the way.
After entering his yard, Xie Zheng went straight to the study.
An Fu wiped off his sweat and ran after him
"No need to wait."
"boom--"
Anfu who was turned away:...
The next moment, Xie Zheng opened the door again.
An Fu, who was still stunned, closed his mouth quickly, swallowed, and asked, "Master?"
Xie Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Get ready, I'm going to practice in the martial arts hall."
"……Yes."
Therefore, Xie Zheng, who didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, spent the whole afternoon in the martial arts hall, riding horses, archery, fighting and martial arts...
After that, his whole talent calmed down, according to the usual rhythm, bathing and changing clothes, handling chores...
Early the next morning.
After the usual exercise, Xie Zheng freshened and changed again and walked into the study quietly.
As usual, as long as there is no participation in the banquet, Zhu Yuan is already studying Chinese characters at this time.
Today, Anping on duty grinds the ink, spreads the paper, and pushes the few wolves he usually uses to his hand.
Xie Zheng nodded slightly: "You don't need to wait here, go out."
"Yes."
When Anping went out and closed the door, Xie Zheng retracted his gaze and fell on the paper.
After he spent more than half a year in the barracks and spent more than two years getting along with him, the ink characters that surfaced are somewhat similar to his own, but they tend to be pretty and sloppy. You can tell at a glance that they are women's strokes, but they are better than ordinary women. There are many atmospheres.
He took a deep breath.
Lift the pen, dip the ink, drop the paper
【Girl】
[Yo, here, good morning~~]
Xie Zheng stopped. He thought, can't talk to the girl about marriage as soon as he comes up, right? Yu Li is incompatible!
Thinking about this, he started writing again, and the topic turned a corner: [The four families you asked me to check last time have been found out]
The opposite Zhuyuan was surprised: [So fast? ! Quickly, quickly, tell me what's the situation of these companies! 】
Swishishly is a row of ink characters, and the excitement is obvious.
Xie Zheng was a little unhappy suddenly; [Just looking at each other, why are you so excited? 】
[It's about the rest of your life, can you not be excited? Stop the ink, just say it~~]
Nothing. Xie Zheng hummed lightly. Then I started to enumerate for her: [The eldest son of Liu Siye, the State Supervisor, is too old, looks too bad, too sour, and arty, good to drink wine, not good. 】
Zhu Yuan blinked: [Is it so bad? Why did I hear what my mother said, it seems that it is not the same thing? 】
Xie Zheng frowned: [What did she say? 】
Zhu Yuan recalled, saying: [The temperament is elegant, the appearance is correct, the poetry and painting are all ready... In short, I am a gentleman! 】
Xie Zheng:...
For some reason, he has a guilty conscience.
[Knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, your mother is just hearsay, how to tell? ] In short, I heard him right.
[Also. Then forget the Liu family. Qintian Supervisor Xu Guanzheng's home? I heard that the family style is pretty good~ I have seen that young man from a distance, and he looks...hehehe, he looks pretty. 】
Have seen? Xie Zheng narrowed his eyes, why didn't he know? What does Anfu do?
An Fu, who was doing errands in Liao Zhai, sneezed twice, so scared that he rushed to the back kitchen: "Hurry up and bring me a cup of tea, but I can't catch a cold!"
Look at the courtyard of the Third Prince.
Xie Zheng sneered and wrote: [This son has a room available]
【……】
Xie Zheng looked at the ink dots on the paper and felt relieved.
[Where are the two remaining? You said it all at once! ] Zhu Yuan sighed.
[Luo's family ethos is depraved, it's impossible to spoil your concubine and forget your wife. The son of the Chen family is sick and cannot be entrusted. 】
All in all, no one is good.
Zhu Yuan cried: [The road is long and long, I will search up and down... You can't find a three-legged clam, why is it so difficult to find a two-legged man? ! 】
Xie Zheng:...
[How about I introduce to you? He asked tentatively.
Zhu Yuan is weak: [Introduction... No matter how you introduce it, it is also a blind marriage and a dumb marriage. I have to pass the way of my parents when I look back. I can toss when I think about it. I really have a personal choice, I have seen it a few times! ] She said with joy, [This person is handsome! 】
Xie Zheng touched his cheek, and thought to himself, he looks like his mother, should he be...jun? After counting the number of times he had met with Zhu Yuan, he became calmer and asked, "Who? 】
Zhu Yuan swipes a big pen: [Jiang Cheng, you know~~~]
Xie Zheng:...
A mouthful of blood choked in his throat and almost came out.