Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

"Uh..." Zhu Yunhuan was a little speechless. After all, he couldn't just say "I just want you to be my slave", right? Besides, they had been living in the same position for more than half a year. Zhu Yunhuan didn't know where to start.

Xu Miaojin snorted in embarrassment, turned away awkwardly, and said, "Really? I told you you must be laughing at me in your heart, right? I admit that I spoke a little loudly before..."

She felt a little ashamed to face people.

For a long time, she stayed in Jingyue Temple, which was full of nuns who only loved to chant scriptures and beat wooden fish. That was why she told Zhu Yunhuan many of her resentful complaints, and now she naturally felt particularly embarrassed.

Being embarrassed is not scary, but being embarrassed in front of the person you like is scary.

Xu Miaojin wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Zhu Yunhuan habitually bent two fingers and tapped her smooth forehead with his knuckles. He said frankly, "I'm really not laughing at you. Actually, I have good news. I'm thinking about how to tell you, but I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when the time is right."

Zhu Yunhuan was speechless for a moment, not because he was afraid to confront her directly. To put it bluntly, with his personality and current power, Zhu Yunhuan had nothing to fear.

In fact, he was a little reluctant to say it.

Life in the palace is too dull and boring, and sometimes government affairs are extremely busy. Whether I have something to do or not, I can put everything aside and chat with Xu Miaojin over gossip... It seems quite interesting.

After all, the popularization and development of basic physics and chemistry education is far from being a matter of just paying lip service to it.

The proposal of government decrees, preliminary preparations... and so on.

It takes effort and time.

Therefore, Zhu Yunhuan was still thinking of letting Xu Miaojin, the slave, take office when he really needed her, so he gave her a warning first and kept it in suspense.

Zhu Yunhuan said this frankly, and Xu Miaojin's embarrassment eased a little. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Good news? You want to tell me? Just tell me!"

"Didn't I say I haven't thought about it yet? But it will be soon. I'll tell you sooner or later." Zhu Yunheng responded and promised.

Since it has been put on the agenda by him, and Zhu Yunhuan has always been the kind of person who will immediately execute whatever he thinks of, this matter will of course be done soon.

Xu Miaojin had a knot in her heart. Although she was indeed a little curious, she was not that interested. Anyway, she really couldn't imagine what good news "Tong Yun" could tell her.

She had already made up her mind: she absolutely refused to serve the young emperor in the palace. Even though she had to admit that the young emperor was indeed a good emperor, the "wild goose" in her heart had already been given to someone else. Sooner or later, she would have to become a nun.

Unless this so-called good news can untie the knot in her heart.

otherwise……

There's no real good news.

So Xu Miaojin just shrugged, no longer interested, and said, "Forget it, if you don't say it, I won't ask."

After saying that, he looked outside carefully through the window again.

At this moment, the shouting outside continued for a long time.

Xu Miaojin sighed softly and said sincerely, "It's true that I misunderstood the young emperor before. He is a good emperor."

During this half year.

She left the Duke's Mansion and lived outside, where she saw much more than what she had learned from books or teachers before.

She saw with her own eyes the world beyond the prosperity, saw with her own eyes the people living in poverty, the poor people struggling for food and clothing, and saw the true appearance of the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, as a pampered daughter of a duke who had never experienced worldly affairs, even if she knew the taste, function, and yield of sweet potatoes, she could probably only appreciate one thousandth of their goodness.