August 15, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The full moon in the sky hung high, illuminating the entire imperial city as if it were day.
On this night, there are countless dignitaries and nobles in the imperial city sitting in their own courtyards, eating moon cakes, drinking wine, and admiring the moon together in the company of their families.
Li Shimin's Mid-Autumn Festival night also seemed much more leisurely than usual, and the ministers were invited to a banquet at around six o'clock to show the joy of the monarch and the ministers.
Around seven o'clock, he drank with the concubines and children in the palace in the garden of the harem, admired the moon, and enjoyed the family.
After nine o'clock, Li Shimin was already a little drunk, so he waved his hand to announce the dissolution of the meeting, the children went back to their respective homes, the concubines returned to their respective palaces, and he himself was ready to rest in Wei Guifei's palace.
Since the death of Empress Changsun, Li Shimin has never been established, and the concubines in the harem are all respected by Wei, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Shimin also intends to accompany the master of the harem who has worked hard for him to take care of the harem.
At half past nine, the old man and wife had long lost their passion and sweetness, and Li Shimin had been ill recently, and he had not done anything indescribable with Wei Guifei, so the two of them were lying in underwear and clinging to each other, whispering and chattering.
This is Li Shimin's rare leisure time, he enjoys such a verbal and emotional exchange, which makes him involuntarily recall his Guanyin, his eldest grandson Empress.
Thinking that back then, Empress Changsun was seriously ill and could not bear the rain and dew, Li Shimin would never give up, and would rest in the Lizheng Hall every night, holding Empress Changsun to gossip and sleep peacefully.
At around ten o'clock, the moonlight outside was in full bloom, but Li Shimin and Wei Guifei were already asleep, and there was a faint snoring sound on the dragon couch.
Yang Zhen, who was waiting outside, slowly relaxed under his heart, which was the emperor's snoring, and the emperor finally fell asleep.
"Okay, a few of you are also scattered, pay attention to be careful, don't startle the nobles inside, otherwise our family will not be able to spare you!"
Yang Zhen waved his hand at the palace maids standing in a row outside, since the emperor and Wei Guifei have already slept, there is no need for so many people to stand here and wait, there are many people, if someone accidentally sneezes or farts or something, it will not be good to wake up the people inside.
All the inner servants and palace maids also looked relieved, and they all saluted Yang Zhen, and then slowly retreated quietly, leaving only two attendants on duty outside the door of the bedroom to continue to hold on in case they were not needed.
Yang Zhen also yawned, whispered a few words to the chamberlain guarding the door, and entered the side hall lightly, there is hot water and a simple bed in the side hall, which can allow the chamberlain on duty and the palace maid to take turns to rest.
Yang Zhen poured hot water, took out a bag of good Chengde tea from his arms, took a few pieces of tea leaves from it and put them in the cup, brewed them with hot water, and in a moment the tea became a faint green color, and the fragrance of tea also wafted out.
"It's really thanks to the blessing of the waste prince, not only to solve the problem of the saint, but also to make the production of Chengde tea greatly increased, and now even a servant like our family can afford to eat this new roasted tea!"
Yang Zhen squinted his eyes and savored it, first bitter and then sweet, with an endless aftertaste, this is the most original taste of tea, which is really wonderful.
In the past month, led by the household department, the imperial court began to collect tea and make tea, using the Chengde tea recipe offered by Li Feng and Li Chengdejin, so that batch after batch of cheap fresh tea leaves in a very short period of time all turned into warm and delicious tea fragrant and extremely expensive Chengde tea.
In just one month, the household department relied on the business of Chengde tea to collect more than 30 million yuan in one fell swoop, which is about to catch up with the total national tax of the entire Datang Dynasty for half a year.
Although the price of Chengde tea also fluctuated due to the blowout of Chengde tea's production later, the price of Chengde tea also fluctuated slightly, but the more than 30 million yuan of property really solved the urgent need of the imperial court to relieve the northwest of the disaster.
In this regard, Li Shimin was very happy, and he was smiling for several days.
Otherwise, only due to the disaster in the northwest, Li Shimin would definitely not have the leisure to feast the ministers and enjoy the moon with the concubines in the palace.
Anyone can see that Chengde tea is an endless way to make money, even if the price has fallen, but it is far higher than all the old tea on the market, it can continue to provide the household for the treasury in addition to the national tax another huge source of money.
Therefore, for Li Feng, not only Li Shimin, but also a group of officials from the household department, as well as millions of victims in the northwest, they are all very grateful in their hearts.
Of course, there are also tea lovers like Yang Zhen, Chengde tea was only sold in Qianzhou before, and the price was ridiculously high, they were far away in Chang'an, only heard its name and had no chance to taste it.
Now, Chengde tea is taken over by the imperial court, and it can be sold nationwide, and the price is nearly thirty percent lower than that of Qianzhou, so that many people see the hope that they can drink it.
"Tsk!
The tea is fragrant, refreshing and annoying, compared with this tea, our family used to drink those, all of them are garbage!
” Yang Zhen's face was intoxicated, and he sighed in a low voice: "I don't want to, it's a pity that the former prince still has such a craft, if the emperor could demote him to Qianzhou a few years earlier, maybe our family would have been able to enjoy such a mellow tea fragrance a few years earlier." ” Yang Zhen, as the leader of Li Shimin's shadow guards, is naturally no stranger to Li Fengman's true identity, but like the dynasty, Yang Zhen himself doesn't like Li Chengqian's slump school very much, and he doesn't have much affection for this waste prince.
However, this Chengde tea made him greatly improve his perception of Li Chengqian.
"I heard that this Li Feng's cooking skills are also excellent, much more powerful than the imperial chef in the palace, even foodies like Cheng Huaibi stay in his house with a dead face and refuse to leave, I don't know if it's true or not, if you have the opportunity in the future, you must try it."
Yang Zhen suddenly became nervous and happy: "Come to think of it, the feeling of being able to let His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince cook for himself is far beyond the enjoyment of food."
Even if the meal made by the waste prince is a piece of, it is estimated that many people will rush to it.
This person is cheap, even our family is not exempt from vulgarity, just thinking that Li Chengqian can come and personally serve our family for dinner, I feel that it is worth spending more money. ” Yang Zhen was a little excited, and his heart was happy.
Just as many people like to bully down-and-out geniuses, Yang Zhen also likes to step on those powerful nobles who once disdained him from above, and Li Fengman, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, is undoubtedly an excellent object that can make him particularly happy.
"Bang Bang!"
There was a knock on the door outside, Yang Zhen couldn't help but wake up from self-absorption, gently put down the teacup in his hand, and slowly stood up to open the door.
"Manager Yang, Fuchuan has sent an urgent report!"
It was Zhao Dequan who knocked on the door, and he didn't need to deliver such an urgent report in person, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is late at night, and the entire secret guard, except for Zhao Dequan, the great commander, no one dares to disturb Li Shimin's rest at this time.
Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Zhao Dequan, "Commander Zhao is knocking on the wrong door, if our family remembers well, the emperor has allowed Commander Zhao the permission to report at any time, since it is an urgent report, Commander Zhao went directly to find the Holy Lord's report, what does it mean to come to find our family?"
” Zhao Dequan smiled and said: "Manager Yang said that he laughed, this is Wei Guifei's bedroom, even if Zhao is not sensible, he will not dare to enter lightly."
If the matter is urgent, do you still have to bother Manager Yang to go in first to report for Zhao, and wait for the saint to summon him, so that the officials can go in, right?
” This is a harem, given Zhao Dequan ten dares, he didn't dare to trespass into the concubine's bedroom to find the emperor, if he saw something that shouldn't be seen, would he still be alive?
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The secret guard is not an internal servant, so he naturally has to avoid it.
"That's true."
Yang Zhen nodded lightly, "Isn't there a chamberlain on duty in front of the dormitory, Commander Zhao asked them to go in and report it." ” Damn, if those two little eunuchs dare to go in, why would Lao Tzu come over and talk nonsense to you, an old gang?!
Zhao Dequan scolded secretly in his heart, but there was still a kind smile on his face: "The saint has just fallen asleep, and the two inner servants dare not go in to disturb the holy driver. ” Directly entering the palace, although Li Shimin will not blame, he will definitely be extremely unhappy in his heart.
Even if the emperor doesn't care about him, Wei Guifei, who sleeps with the emperor, will definitely hold a grudge in her heart, the women in the harem are all ruthless, and Zhao Dequan doesn't dare to offend.
Yang Zhen also scolded secretly in his heart, why don't you dare to go in for fear of disturbing the holy car and being hated, aren't we afraid of it?
You are a secret guard, you can not often deal with the people in the harem, our family is the head of the house, and almost every day there is a chance to meet with the concubines of this palace, if they are hated, how can our family have good fruits to eat?
"This ......"
Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, and said: "The Holy Lord is drunk today, and he has only been resting for a short time, and he is sleeping soundly at the moment, if he is disturbed, it is indeed ......"
Zhao Dequan's eyes narrowed, hearing this, Yang Zhen was not ready to help with this.
"If Manager Yang is embarrassed, forget it."
Without waiting for Yang Zhen to finish speaking, Zhao Dequan directly interrupted him and said: "The emperor has confessed, all the news from Fuchuan must be reported as soon as possible, and the lower officials dare not obey the order, even if they disturb the holy driver, they can't take care of it, so they will go directly to knock on the door to wake up the saint!"
” After speaking, Zhao Dequan turned around abruptly and was about to run to the main door of the bedroom, this time it was Yang Zhen's turn to be anxious, and hurriedly called him out: "Wait, wait, Commander Zhao is also a little anxious, and our family didn't say no, why are you in a hurry......?"
Yang Zhen also hurriedly chased after him, if Zhao Dequan was allowed to disturb the emperor directly, the emperor would naturally be dissatisfied with Zhao Dequan, but as the head of the internal service, he would definitely not be able to do well.
In this case, it is obviously most appropriate for him, the chamberlain, to come forward, even if it will disturb the emperor's rest, the action will be relatively gentle.
If Zhao Dequan is allowed to go on a rampage like this, the emperor will definitely blame him for Yang Zhen's dereliction of duty.
"Really?"
Zhao Dequan immediately changed his smiling face, and arched his hand at Yang Zhen, "Then there is Chief Lao Yang, the matter is urgent, and there is no delay." ” Zhao Dequan is very aware of Li Shimin's concern about Fuchuan, since the news that Princess Jinyang said that she was sick and could not return in time, Li Shimin asked Zhao Dequan for news almost every day.
Now that news has finally come back from Fuchuan, Zhao Dequan naturally does not dare to delay at all.
"Wait, let's go and invite the emperor!"
Yang Zhen glanced at Zhao Dequan angrily, then turned around and walked to Wei Guifei's bedroom, asked the attendant on duty to open the door, and then flashed in and walked in.
Zhao Dequan waited nervously outside, about five breaths later, the light came on in the bedroom, Zhao Dequan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and bowed down to stand at the door.
After a while, the door opened again, and Li Shimin also came out of it lightly, and when he saw Zhao Dequan, he waved his hand at him, signaling him to go to the side hall to speak.
Zhao Dequan understood and knew that the emperor didn't want to disturb Wei Guifei, so he bowed to Li Shimin, did not speak, and waited for Li Shimin to walk in front of him, then straightened up and followed Li Shimin to the side hall together.
Yang Zhen didn't follow in, and continued to stay outside the hall, waiting for Li Shimin's dispatch at any time.
After entering the side hall, when Li Shimin sat down at the head, Zhao Dequan bowed down and raised the recital in his hand and sent it to Li Shimin.
Li Shimin stretched out his hand to take it, opened it casually and looked at it, and saw the ghost-like handwriting on it, and a big bald head full of scars unconsciously appeared in his head.
"This dynasty, how many times have I told him to let him practice his words well, practice his words well, I don't want his words to be so unsightly until now!"
reprimanded the dynasty in two sentences, Li Shimin endured the pain of his spicy eyes and distinguished the handwriting of the dynasty word by word, and could barely recognize what he meant by writing.
Isn't it good to have Hulai as a representative before, what kind of madness this time, I have to write it myself, doesn't this want my life?
In the past, he thought that it was disrespectful to himself as the emperor to let others ghostwrite the dynasty's recital, but now Li Shimin feels that it is the dynasty's greatest respect for him.
The word dynasty is really dirty to the eyes, even those children who have just begun to learn to learn to write are more pleasing to the eye than him.
"Huh?
What is this written, potatoes, can be used for rations, and the yield per mu is twenty-six stones?!
” Seeing these key words in the dynasty report, Li Shimin's voice suddenly rose, and the whole person was so excited that he stood up directly from the chair.
Since becoming the leader of Datang, Li Shimin has rarely had such gaffes, but at this time today, he can no longer control it.
"How is this possible?
How could there be such a magical thing in this world?!
One acre of land can produce 26 stone of grain, and the yield is more than ten times that of ordinary corn, even the gods in the sky can't do it to this extent, right?!
” Instantly, Li Shimin's blood pressure was a little high.
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