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In the blink of an eye, one year has passed.

Yinzhu was getting married, and it went smoothly and was very lively.

No one regarded Yinju as an opponent, and those who were interested in him were more likely to win him over.

The Crown Prince, the Eighth Prince, and even the Fourth Prince.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor is here."

Wu Lingzhu stood up and said: "Your Highness."

"Get up."

Kangxi was also very happy today. After sitting down, he said with emotion: "In the blink of an eye, Yinxu is also going to get married."

"Yes, when he was born, he was a tiny ball, but in the blink of an eye he has grown up and is able to marry a wife. I am both happy and sad. Fortunately, the emperor is with me, otherwise I might not be able to sleep today."

Kangxi thought of the prince, and his current behavior. He could not help but recall: "When the prince got married, I had the same idea. The prince... Alas!"

On the day of Yinzhu's wedding, only Kangxi could express his feelings for the prince. Holding back the urge to twitch his lips, Wu Lingzhu expressed her feelings with him.

She could feel that Kangxi's patience with the prince had reached its limit.

In this life, the relationship between father and son exists, but it is not as real as in her first life. That little bit of father-son affection has long been gone after so many years of fighting.

Once the feelings start to wear off, they won't stop. Prince! It's over.

After Yinju got married, he also started to attend court. He first worked under the Seventh Prince.

At this time, news of a disaster came from Shandong. The relief funds were allocated, but they were of no use at all. Some people even wanted to start an uprising.

Small-scale rebellions were suppressed, but the problem was obvious. A lot of disaster relief funds were allocated, but why were there still people rebelling? There was obviously a problem.

In the court, everyone was arguing.

Shandong is the root of scholars. If the disaster can be handled well, its reputation will surely spread all over the world with the pens of scholars. If it is not handled well, there will be no reputation.

All in all, there are blessings and disasters, some people want to go, and some people avoid it.

Among them, the one who most wanted to go was the Third Prince.

The third prince is fond of literature and is well-read. He likes to hang out with scholars and pretend to be cultured. Not to mention, he has some reputation among scholars. He wants to go to Shandong to make friends with more scholars.

Everyone was vying for it, and the Third Prince also wanted to quietly get involved.

The Eighth Prince also wanted to go, and he felt that this matter would not be difficult to handle.

Then everyone started arguing.

When the Fourth Prince saw that the Eighth Prince wanted this job, he also joined in.

In the end, Kangxi decided to give the crown prince a chance and arranged for him to go, along with the fourth prince.

The Third Prince was furious: "The Emperor is partial to the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince didn't even say he wanted to go."

As for the Eighth Prince: "After all, the Emperor still values ​​the Crown Prince more, and there is also the Fourth Prince. Now he and I are getting more and more at odds!"

The Eighth Prince had just finished sighing and was still feeling sad when he heard someone rushing over.

"Master, the Eighth Lady and Concubine Wang are fighting."

This makes my head hurt even more.

Honghui died young, and the Fourth Prince and his wife were the ones who were heartbroken, but the Eighth Prince and his wife were the ones who could not rest in peace because of this incident.

Ever since the two concubines came into the mansion, the Eighth Prince has not had a peaceful day. Kangxi had no idea how he chose them. The two concubines were quite capable. Although the Eighth Prince did not favor them, he felt pity for them because of what happened to Concubine Liang.

This sympathy was noticed by the two men, and now they are fighting with the Eighth Lady.

Even under house arrest, the Eighth Concubine was still not well behaved and her life was a mess.

Next door is the Fourth Prince’s residence.

"Fujin, I'm going to trouble you in the mansion. I have to go to Shandong with the prince."

The fourth lady nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I will take good care of the mansion."

Then the couple became speechless. After Honghui died, the Fourth Lady could no longer smile at the Fourth Prince. Concubine Li was spoiled by the Fourth Prince, otherwise how could Concubine Li have the confidence to do that? She cared a lot and couldn't help but blame the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince also knew about it. He couldn’t say he felt guilty, but he did blame himself. The couple got along in this awkward way, but gradually they got used to it.

On the other hand, when Yinxu came to pay his respects to Wu Lingzhu, he talked about the disaster relief in Shandong.

Wu Lingzhu: "What do you think?"

"My son always felt that something was wrong in Shandong. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius."

Wu Lingzhu laughed sarcastically: "It's only in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius that this is the case. Guess where the bulk of the disaster relief funds went?"

Yinxu's eyes widened: "No way! How dare they do that? Aren't they afraid of ruining their reputation?"

reputation?

The reputation of Shixiu’s surrender?

"It's been praised too highly. Who would believe it if I told them? Who would be willing to believe it? Who dares to believe it?"

Over the years, scholars have gilded the Kong family.

We still don’t know who will be subsidizing the disaster relief funds.

"If you don't believe me, you can privately send someone to Shandong to check who owns the land in Shandong."

When Wu Lingzhu heard about this incident, he was not surprised at all.

The disaster relief funds subsidize ordinary people who own land, but in Shandong, very few of those who own land are ordinary people. The land in Shandong is all in the hands of local tyrants, and the biggest boss is named Kong.

There are cases of land enclosure in other places, but the one in Shandong is particularly unbridled and arrogant.

Shandong has the lowest tax revenue every year because taxes are levied per capita. The people who farm the land are the common people, but the land belongs to the landlords. After the drought subsidies are removed, none of the subsidies go to the landlords.

The people who originally farmed the land had no harvest and received no subsidies. They could not survive unless they rebelled.

Yinxu still believed it.

The mother and son talked about the affairs of the previous dynasty in a lighthearted manner. Xitala, who was standing by, was shocked. Wasn't it said that the harem was not allowed to interfere in politics?

After returning, Xitala couldn't help but ask Yinju.

"Master, you are talking to my mother about the past. Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will know?"

Yinxu smiled and said: "Don't worry, the emperor won't know."

"Didn't they say that the harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs?"

"That's true, but my mother likes it."

As he spoke, Yinxu looked at Xitala seriously and continued: "...and I don't think women should stay in the backyard."

Xitala felt her heart pounding, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Yinxu looked at her sparkling eyes and couldn't help but kiss her.

"Fujin, you are so cute."

In love, cute is the most touching adjective.

Xitala couldn't help but laugh: "Master, I am..."

Yinxu pinched her cheek, feeling particularly comfortable: "Don't say anything, I understand everything, I support you, my mother especially likes people with ideas, you are her daughter-in-law, a relative she considers in her heart."

Xitala's heart was burning with excitement.

She hadn't expected that things would be like this after getting married. The future that she could see at a glance now had new possibilities, new colors, novelty, warmth, and even an inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry.

All these emotions finally turned into one sentence: "My mother is really different."