The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Jiang Fuyang paused: "Actually, you don't need to compliment me. Although the words are nice, you have fakes written all over your face."

He Zheng was silent.

Jiang Fuyang said again: "The good head is in a bad mood, but he lost his temper with His Majesty?"

He Zheng turned around and left, Jiang Fuyang hurriedly followed, saying: "Your Majesty loves Shanshou so much, I think he is reluctant to suffer for you, why don't Shanshou apologize to him and say a few good words, this is what you are best at. Your Majesty also likes to listen."

He Zheng stopped in his tracks. He walked to the edge of the forest. Below was a steep mountain wall full of bushes. From here, he could see the winding path up the mountain. He asked, "What are those people transporting?"

"It's water. The spring hunting will take a few more days. These people will come to deliver water every day, and some taverns and restaurants will come up to collect the prey that has been hoarded in the past few days to prevent it from being discarded."

He Zheng's heart was pounding again: "Then, what happens after the water is used up?"

"When they came to deliver the water, they naturally took the empty bucket away. Why did the good head suddenly ask this?"

He Zheng said: "Nothing, just curiosity."

Curious, is the waterwheel going up and down the mountain more loosely managed than the waterwheel going in and out of the palace.