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

Hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan glanced down at the lobby and really saw three or four tables of guests. They were indeed wearing coarse linen clothes. They were either a few good friends or a family. They ordered the cheapest side dishes of the restaurant.

The dishes ordered were few, not enough for the few people at the table, but the faces of the people sitting around the table were filled with satisfied smiles - to put it bluntly, this situation basically meant that people who could not afford the consumption of Zuiyuelou were just having an occasional novel experience.

But... this is a good thing.

Zhu Yunhuan nodded with satisfaction, a happy smile on his face. "Today, they have to save money to come here. Sharing a plate of the cheapest side dish among them is already much better than before. Tomorrow, perhaps they can order two more plates, or even... ordinary people will get used to such things..."

"Every day, it will get better and better."

Speaking of these words, Zhu Yunhuan felt happy and inexplicably had a feeling of prosperity, which also brought back some distant memories.

From the 1990s to the 21st century, it felt like things were changing every year, each year was better than the last, and every family's life was getting better and better...

Now this scene really feels familiar.

have to say.

He was truly happy from the bottom of his heart.

Zhu Yunhuan had been the emperor of the Ming Dynasty for a period of time that was neither long nor short, and he had long since naturally accepted the identity of "ruler and father": these were his people, and they were getting better and better through their own efforts - nothing could be better than this.

Seeing the rare bright smile on Zhu Yunhuan's face, Zhao Feng's heart moved slightly, a little jealous, and a little emotional: "Everyone likes to say that Your Majesty is willful and absurd, but Your Majesty truly cares about the people of the world!"

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly glance at Ma Sanbao, who was walking side by side with him, and secretly sneered inwardly: "As expected of His Majesty's most popular person, he really knows how to find opportunities to improve!"

Ma Sanbao sensed something strange in Zhao Feng's gaze.

He didn't care too much about it, but instead gave a helpless smile - in fact, when he said these words, he didn't even think about whether he had made progress or not. He just felt sorry for his master who was busy and worked hard every day, and wanted to make his master happy.

But he had no intention of explaining anything.

He immediately shook his head in relief, and followed Zhu Yunhuan seriously and respectfully.

While talking.

The three of them also came to their usual private room with ease.

Zhu Yunhuan still had the same smile on his face. He slowly sat down and drank a sip of tea. He asked anxiously, "Did you send someone to Jingyue Temple?"

He was indeed anxious - he wanted to preserve the prosperous picture of the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't want it to be just temporary, but for generations to come, so he was anxious.

Ma Sanbao said, "Yes, Your Majesty, I estimate that everyone has already arrived in the suburbs of Beijing."

……

Jingyue Temple, outside Yingtian Capital.

"Knock knock knock..." The temple is located between mountains and forests, and although people seldom visit it on weekdays, there was a rare knock on the door.

A nun in her forties or fifties slowly walked to the door and opened it. She looked up and down at the young man with a white beard standing at the door, her face filled with confusion and a hint of caution. After a moment's hesitation, she raised her hand and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, may I know what may be of assistance to you, benefactor?"

At the door, a young eunuch, disguised as an ordinary servant, bowed and saluted, saying, "May I know if this is the abbess of the nunnery, Master Qingning?"

The bhikkhuni replied, "It is me."

The young eunuch's face lit up with joy, and he immediately explained his purpose: "I wonder if Miss Yu Miao is in the nunnery? I have been asked to deliver a message to her."

Master Qingning bowed her head slightly and said, "Perhaps this benefactor is simply not destined to be together. The little girl came to stay in this nunnery for a few days out of playfulness and returned home two days ago."

The young eunuch was a little surprised and startled.

However, he did not know the true identity of the "Yu Miao" he was looking for, so he immediately asked: "Excuse me, where does Miss Yu live?" He only knew that his mission was to get her out.

But Master Qingning clasped her hands together, her brows lowered slightly, and said, "Forgive me, I have nothing to say."

The higher-ups had been polite, and since the other party had asked him to say so, the young eunuch could only clasp his hands together awkwardly and politely return the greeting. "This... is unfortunate. Thank you for telling me, Master. In that case, I can only take my leave."

"Please do as you wish, benefactor." Master Qingning said calmly.

After the eunuch's footsteps had gone a little further, she raised her head with a look of worry. She looked at the eunuch's blurry back, sighed deeply, and murmured softly, "He has a pale face and no beard, and carries himself with a certain air. Although he's dressed as a servant... he's from the palace."

"Miao Jin girl, could it be that even the emperor in the palace knows about your willful departure? If the emperor in the palace knew everything, you would be committing the crime of deceiving the emperor! It's a good thing Huizu took you back..."

"Things may not be impossible to turn around."

Think of this.

Without even closing the door, Nun Qingning hurried inside. She wrote a concise letter detailing what had happened to her, then found a young nun and instructed her, "Hurry and deliver this letter to the Duke of Wei's residence."