Pick all the cold branches

Snow in winter and cicadas in summer, flowers in spring and fruits in autumn. In a blink of an eye, it is the third year that Jing Wang Jiafei has stayed in Nanzhili.

Ever since Wang Jia cleaned up the southeast, he investigated and prosecuted a group of criminals, suppressed the Japanese pirates, opened the sea ban, and took several nests of bandits who murdered and robbed them every other year to stabilize the people's livelihood. Raising its sails, businessmen and merchants are thriving.

The new eunuch sent by the palace to manage the Weaving Bureau is very young, his surname is Zhang, and his name is Siyuan.

Since eunuch Zhang arrived in office, he issued an edict to exempt Sanghu in the south of the Yangtze River from taxes for three years, and the Weaving Bureau also changed its old style. The finest silk, the silk embroidery produced every year, is not only offered to the palace, but also has a lot of surplus sold to Westerners, and has added a lot of vain silver to the national treasury year after year.

The emperor was very happy because of this, and rewarded him several times, and the land in the south of the Yangtze River finally regained the prosperity and happiness of the past, and it was thriving.

But at this time, in the mansion of His Highness Prince Jing in Nanzhili, it was a different scene.

The door of His Highness Prince Jing's study was closed, but the sound of quarrels could be heard from inside. Everyone in the mansion was so frightened that they didn't dare to approach and hid far away.

Jing Wang Jiafei supported his forehead with a headache, with a helpless expression on his face.

"I just asked Zhang Siyuan to make you two new clothes by the way. You didn't have a few of them, and you've been wearing them for three years. Is this...too much? Why are you so mean to me?"

"Your Highness, don't you know the word 'avoid suspicion'?" Zhen Xian on the opposite side frowned, his fingers on the table turned white, it was because of his good self-cultivation that he refrained from patting the table.

His Royal Highness Prince Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The materials used are all the silk that my father gave me last year. I just asked the embroiderers and tailors from the Weaving Bureau to help with the work, and I gave all the rewards that should be paid. What's there to 'avoid suspicion'?"

He even asked what was there to avoid suspicion.Just his short sentence, if you want to pick a thorn, you don't know how much you can pick.

Zhen Xian was trembling with anger, he didn't want to look at Jia Fei anymore, so he turned his face away and stared at the corner of the window.

The carvings on the window sills are Qilin beasts, as if they are watching a joke with their heads tilted, their eyes are round and round.

Zhen Xian stared at it for a while, feeling extremely awkward, then turned his head to the other side.

This appearance almost made His Royal Highness Prince Jing laugh out loud.

In the past three years in Nanzhili, Xiaoxian's body has finally improved a lot. He is no longer tired and vomits blood like before, and he has become much stronger. When he sees blood, he is not so thin and pale.

But the man has been raised well, and his temper has become more and more good. He doesn't talk about everything, and even the voice of admonishing him is getting louder.

It's a mixed blessing.

Of course the joy is that Xiaoxian's injury is finally all right, but he is also a dignified prince, and he is always scolded so badly, where is the face?

Well, it can only be a little better than the father who was chased and scolded for climbing a tree back then.

His Royal Highness Prince Jing wanted to laugh very much, but he was afraid that if he really laughed, he would be scolded even more fiercely, so he hurriedly made an aggrieved appearance and leaned forward, begging softly: "Two clothes are just ordinary clothes... to fight Japanese pirates, I went to the palace It’s almost empty, so just make two sets of clothes, so you won’t be so guilty that you’ll be caught, right?”

He was well aware of Zhen Xian's temper, which is always soft and not hard.

Sure enough, Zhen Xian couldn't look down on Prince Jing's humble and aggrieved appearance, and his "flame" was immediately extinguished, as if his whole body had been doused out, even his eyes gleamed with water.

He sighed heavily, still frowning and muttering: "If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse. It's not that your highness doesn't know what's going on now, how many pairs of eyes are staring at your highness, waiting to catch his fault."

Jiafei listened and nodded again and again, just as an admission of mistake, until he finished reading, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms.

"Anyway, I've already made it. You can't throw it away, and you can't give it to anyone. You just try to make it difficult to wear, so that I can see... I want to see what you look like in it. It must look good."

He bowed his head and continued to speak softly, but what he said was not reasonable.

Zhen Xian blushed immediately.

His Highness has become more and more aware of how to deal with him recently, and he often blocks his mouth like this. If His Highness is allowed to continue talking, he will continue to say some shameless, shameless, shameless nonsense.

Zhen Xian didn't want His Royal Highness Prince Jing to continue to "talk nonsense", so he couldn't break free even after struggling twice, so he gave up and sighed.

"It's not a festival, why don't you make new clothes. Your Highness don't—"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Jiafei retracted her arms and hugged him tighter.

"But I just want to give you the best."