A tough little husband

Along the way from Ding Mansion to the East City Inn, no accidents happened and no one followed Han Zeyu. Could it be that Prince Pingyang gave up because of the difficulty?

He also wanted to exchange some ideas with that old friend!

After all, I was the first one to take the initiative to ask to be friends with him, what a bummer...

Wait, could it be that he wasn't wearing a mask?

Is he so unrecognizable? Without the mask, can't we tell he's a white-robed priest?

Why does he always obsess over the mask issue?

Something flashed through my mind, but unfortunately I didn't catch it.

Write it down in a notebook and go back to ask his smart husband.

At noon the next day, Han Zeyu appeared outside the palace gate again, wearing his work clothes and a gorgeous golden mask.

When Zhou Yi got the news, he hurried out to greet him. He was still wondering why this gentleman had not returned yet?

Han Zeyu said in an enigmatic manner, "I'm waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Buddha said, don't say it."

"Will you come tomorrow?"

"It depends on whether the fish I'm fishing for is biting or not."

Zhou Yi understood that another unlucky person had fallen into the hands of the evil star. He just had to wait and see, but he was still curious.

“What if the fish doesn’t bite?”

"Then go in and salvage it."

Well, still violent.

In consideration of Zhou Yi's good behavior, Han Zeyu mercifully issued a notice: "Meet me at the martial arts training ground south of the imperial city in one hour."

Zhou Yi was overjoyed and quickly agreed. It seemed that he had a chance of getting promoted.

Han Zeyu recognized Mr. Zhou's ambition: "It's rare for someone to be so hardworking in middle age. He's a role model for our generation."

Zhou Yi was speechless. This vicious guy had a mouth that looked like it was filled with arsenic.

His Majesty the Emperor asked the same question when he saw Han Zeyu. Why hadn't he left yet?

Han Zeyu felt guilty. It turned out that he was so unpopular.

"Prince Pingyang has come to see me."

The emperor nodded. He heard that you kidnapped someone else's child in public, so it was normal for him to argue with you.

Han Zeyu couldn't believe it: "You don't care?"

The emperor pretended to be embarrassed: "After all, this is a minister's family affair."

Han Zeyu immediately stated: "Then I want a refund."

"W-what?"

"I'm just an ordinary citizen. How dare I challenge the powerful? Besides, Xiao Chenxuan's talent is average. I don't want to teach him anymore. Please take him back!"

"Chen Xuan's qualifications are average?"

Han Zeyu quickly changed his words: "Then he is extraordinary. This boy is extraordinary. I don't have the ability to teach him."

His Majesty the Emperor was anxious and called out to his master in public. How could he return the goods?

"Chen Xuan is a good boy who knows how to be grateful. He must be so sad if you want to end the master-disciple relationship! You also know that he grew up in a family where his father didn't love him and his mother didn't care..."

Well, you’re even playing the emotional card.

Han Zeyu was not to be outdone and immediately began to act out his feelings: "Maybe we're not destined to be master and disciple. Prince Pingyang has been bothering me, and I dare not fight back. Your Majesty, you may not believe this, but I was so worried last night that I couldn't sleep..."

His Majesty the Emperor was speechless. If you remove the word "maybe", he would not believe someone's nonsense even if you kill him.

The emperor said helplessly: "It's up to you, just don't break it."

Han Zeyu put away his hesitant attitude and solemnly stated that it would definitely not be more serious than Zhou Yi's situation.

The emperor was in a headache. He had told him not to provoke Han Zeyu. But now Zhou Yi had been "paralyzed" and the situation of Prince Pingyang was not optimistic.

Glancing at the flyer on the imperial desk, the emperor remembered something.

"Don't distribute flyers randomly in the future."

Han Zeyu was shocked. When had he been exposed? But he still insisted on arguing.

"If Jiangnan students can have freedom of speech, why can't ordinary people?"

The emperor was furious: "You still dare to ask why? All the talented people in Jiangnan combined are not as capable as you in stirring up trouble. Your leaflets are too inflammatory."

Han Zeyu, the rhythm master, expressed his deep apologies. There was nothing he could do as he had been baptized by the war of online public opinion. He wanted to keep a low profile but his strength did not allow it.

"Then I won't write anymore. I'll try to be careful with my words and actions."

The emperor nodded in satisfaction: "The matter of Chen Xuan..."

Han Zeyu quickly answered: "I will teach you patiently."

"Then if he's disrespectful to you, or doesn't study well, will you still despise him?"

What is the problem?

Han Zeyu immediately put himself in his shoes: "How dare he disrespect his teacher and refuse to provide for my retirement? I must write a leaflet implicating him and make him lose face."

The emperor slammed his desk and said, "You just promised not to write again!"

Han Zeyu smiled awkwardly. He said he would try his best, but he didn't say he would stop writing.

After a slap in the face, there must be a sweet date. Han Zeyu proposed a win-win suggestion.

"You've also realized the power of public opinion. Why don't you take control of it yourself?"

The emperor's eyebrows twitched. He had actually thought about it before, but he didn't feel comfortable competing with his ministers for his job.

Now that Han Zeyu brought it up on his own initiative, he reluctantly agreed.

"Ahem, I wonder if Han Aiqing has any recommendations?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Lin Jing, the grandson of the imperial merchant Yu family, has been engaged in the publishing and printing industry for over ten years. He is definitely a suitable professional."

It turned out to be him. He really keeps all the good things within the family.

In addition to the Imperial Household Department, the Imperial College was also responsible for managing publishing and printing.

The Silijian Sutra Factory had more than a thousand printing craftsmen, engraving craftsmen, and binding craftsmen.

How about arranging a managerial position for Lin Jing?

I'm afraid it's inappropriate, after all, the Imperial Household Department is full of eunuchs.

Then reward him with a ninth-rank library official!

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise. Han Zeyu thanked the Lord on behalf of his good brother.

From then on, the official channels had their own people, and he couldn't even imagine whether his erotic stories would be seen by more people?

For example, princes, nobles, civil and military officials, and even the current emperor might read his masterpieces. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Even through the mask, the emperor could feel Han Zeyu's excitement at the moment.

He was completely baffled. Was writing porn really that joyful? Was it more enjoyable than making money?

After drinking the tribute tea, eating the snacks, and settling the matter, Han Zeyu used his special abilities to float out of the palace without touching the ground.

His momentary indulgence directly caused a young eunuch to faint from fright. He thought he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

In fact, after the incident of Dilong's reversal, the emperor wanted to keep Han Zeyu in the capital, but he also knew that it was not very likely.

If they are sent to take up local posts, they will definitely achieve more.

Not to mention revitalizing the local economy, Han Zeyu is also good at building bridges and roads, digging wells, and constructing houses. These are also the livelihood projects that the people need most.

But if he could keep the person in the capital, he would be able to rest assured. People are selfish, and emperors are no exception.

I heard that Prince Rui's time is coming to an end and Su Shien's term has already passed for most of the time. I'm looking for a good way to transfer Su Shien back to Kyoto to take up his post.

If that guy marries a good husband, he will definitely have to work less for half his life.

Eunuch Wang was worried. The emperor didn't read the memorials, but was studying military strategies.

His Majesty the Emperor nodded with satisfaction. This strategy of besieging Wei to save Zhao was a brilliant one.