On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Not only Murong Wushe, but even Murong Yan was getting sleepy from waiting.

She sat alone on the edge of the bed in her bedroom, with a petite palace maid kneeling in front of her.

"Did you remember everything I said?"

"This slave will remember it."

"If there's even the slightest mistake, I'll take not only your head, but the heads of your entire family as well! Do you understand?"

"The servant understands."

The little palace maid was so frightened by Murong Yan's awe-inspiring aura that she dared not look up. At the same time, she also knew that the emperor was a woman and needed to help her wash, dress, and bind her chest every day.

In fact, Murong Yan considered whether to let Lin Zhen serve her personally, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was not safe.

First of all, Lin Zhen would not enter the palace every day, and he would not visit the concubine every day, so it was inappropriate to ask him to enter the palace early in the morning to put on a bra for himself.

Secondly, Lin Zhen also needs to do a lot of things, and it would be a waste of his talent to keep him by his side as a slave.

Thirdly...of course, physical contact between men and women is forbidden. Murong Yan still remembered the moment Lin Zhen's fingertips brushed across her chest. The tingling sensation, like an electric shock, made her lose her imperial dignity.

In general, Murong Yan still didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Lin Zhen, so she stubbornly found an inconspicuous palace maid.

This little girl's name is Musk Moon. (You know what I mean)

She was originally a maid in charge of the back garden in the harem. Last time Murong Yan discovered her when she went to the back garden for a walk on a whim, she actually hid away. It seemed that she was shy and introverted, and it was just right for such a person to be hidden in the bedroom.

"Dong dong dong."

This time Lin Zhen learned how to knock on the door.

Murong Yan said to Sheyue, "Go open the door."

"Yes."

Musk Moon got up and went to open the door.

Seeing the door being pushed open, Lin Zhen was slightly stunned. He saw that the little palace maid in front of him was very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen her. He nodded friendly and walked in.

Murong Yan sat on the edge of the bed and looked back.

She had just washed her feet, and now her bare feet were swinging freely in the air. She did not retract them when she saw Lin Zhen come in.

"Has it been dealt with?"

Lin Zhen nodded and moved a chair to sit opposite her.

"I didn't kill her. Sima Chunlei is more reliable than I thought."

Murong Yan lowered her head, her tone sounding a little lonely.

Maybe she also envies Sima Chunlei.

After all, no woman would not want to have a man to rely on.

"She is your woman, I don't care, but if anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible."

Lin Zhen curled his lips.

Murong An didn't know how many times he had said such nonsense.

He doesn't care either.

"I came here to suggest to Your Majesty that you give Sima Zhong a chance."

"What do you mean? Do you want him to be the Prime Minister?"

"I believe that Sima Zhong becoming Prime Minister is a matter of great benefit and no harm. First and foremost, it provides political stability. Her daughter is now officially your Majesty's consort. If she gives birth to a prince, she will become the empress. From now on, the Murong and Sima families will be united in marriage, and there will be no need to worry about their betrayal."

"Heh." Murong Yan sneered, "The Murong family and the Sima family? It's your Lin family and the Sima family, right?"

"Almost the same, no difference." Lin Zhen did not refute. "As an important political force in the court, the Prime Minister needs loyalty the most, and marriage is indeed the best way to do that. In the future, communication and cooperation between Your Majesty and Sima Zhong will be smoother, and many policies can be implemented smoothly, which will greatly reduce the political struggles and power disputes within the court."

Murong Yan nodded and listened quietly.

"Besides that, Sima Zhong's upbringing is extremely strict, with measured rewards and punishments. Her children are also highly educated and possess certain management skills and political insight. The harem has just been established, and the overt and covert infighting is not yet apparent. If Sima Chunlei were to temporarily manage the harem, it would create a more harmonious environment and, on the other hand, relieve Your Majesty of her worries."

"Is this to help you share your worries?" Murong Yan suddenly said this.

Lin Zhen touched his nose.

It seems to be true.

No matter how much trouble there is in the harem, it will not be Murong Yan's fault. In the end, it will be Lin Zhen's own business.

"In short, we can give Sima Zhong a chance."

"Then what if he becomes like Gu Yunting?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured. With this humble servant here, I am not afraid even if ten Gu Yuntings come."

"Tsk~" Murong Yan rolled her eyes beautifully, "Go away, I need to think about it."

As she spoke, Murong Yan turned around and climbed onto the bed.

Oh my god.

Lin Zhen wanted to complain, but who knew Murong Yan would actually use this crawling posture!

As everyone knows, you need to stick your butt up when crawling, and she just stuck her butt up in front of Lin Zhen so openly that even her bones were clearly visible!

grunt.

Could this woman have done this on purpose?

It's impossible to think about it.

Murong Yan is definitely not that kind of person.

She definitely didn't treat Lin Zhen as an outsider, and she didn't know how ambiguous and awkward her posture would be.

Lin Zhen stood up and prepared to go out, but heard a voice coming from behind the gauze curtain.

"and many more."

Lin Zhen was shocked.

What?

Are you going to ask me to consummate the marriage?

Sister, I have to serve several people every day, and my body really can’t take it anymore!

"Turn out the lights."

"Oh......"

Lin Zhen really didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed.

......

Two days passed in a row.

Lin Zhen did not go to court, nor did he go out. He just stayed at home to rest.

Now everything is on the right track. He no longer needs to worry about Zhang Li's casino, Yue Wu's restaurant, Qingwen's carriages and horses and other businesses. They are capable of completing them.

The sorghum wine I made a few days ago has almost fermented and the distiller is in place. It’s time to study distilled wine.

The sake of this era tastes good, but it is not good enough after all. Based on the drinking capacity that Lin Zhen had developed when accompanying his leaders in the past, he would probably have to drink twenty bowls before he gets drunk.

In addition, distilled liquor is a unique secret recipe, and you can make a lot of money by making it.

Nanchu is now rich, so why not go and plunder it? I really didn't have time a few days ago, but now I have time, I have to hurry and do it.

Making money is urgent.

The huge distiller is placed in the courtyard of the palace. It used to be a large conference room, but now it has been requisitioned by Lin Zhen as a research institute.

The study is full of new things he has recently researched, such as plows, curved plows, and cotton gins. Many drawings are here.

Lin Zhen also ordered that no one was allowed to approach the research institute without permission, otherwise they would be killed.

Of course, Huanbi, Qingwen and others are not counted.

At this time, Huanbi was standing behind Lin Zhen holding a small bowl, looking at the things in front of her curiously.

"Prince, what kind of wine is this?"

"Distilled liquor!"

"Distilled? What kind of alcohol is that? And it smells weird."

"I'll distill it and give you a taste later!"

Lin Zhen controlled the beef tendon tube, the rich aroma of wine wafted into his nose, and pure wine slowly dripped into the bowl.

He picked it up, lay down on it and smelled it.

"Hiss... Hmm! That's the taste! Light-fragrant Erguotou!"

Huanbi tilted her head and asked, "Erguotou?"

"My son! My son!"

Before Lin Zhen could answer, he saw Sanbengzi standing outside the yard and shouting.

"Prince, there's a monk outside who wants to see you. He's saying that foot massage is also Taoism, and that technique is also Dharma!"

Footpath?

Technique?

Could it be the chess and card Buddha?