Only looking at the night view in the Han Palace can make people mistakenly regard Yunnan as Jiangnan.

The sunny night is even more beautiful, the curve of the eaves is beautiful, and the carved painted painted surface is gorgeous, which is fascinating under the orange light. After the cool air is filled with wisps of mist, and the world is quiet and cool. Light mist lingers in the carved railings and painted buildings that are looming, everything is hazy and like a dream.

Wealth is really good. Even though Zhu Gaoxu has been suppressing uncatchable worries in his heart for a long time, he feels that life is not so uncomfortable because of his enjoyment in every detail of his life.

A beautiful little girl in front of her, holding a white porcelain blue and white bowl with her beautiful jade hand as beautiful as peeling onions, and whispered: "I'm afraid that the prince will not sleep well after drinking tea at night. It happened that there were some tremella from the mountains, so she made a bowl of soup."

"You think so thoughtful." Zhu Gaoxu said, taking it over and taking a sip, and half a bowl of soup disappeared. The texture was smooth, the sweetness was light, and it was still the taste of Tremella soup. He was very familiar with this taste, but he knew that Tremella could not be cultivated manually at this time, which was very expensive.

While drinking, he looked at Yao Ji. Yao Ji smiled and found his eyes, she stood there a little embarrassedly. Zhu Gaoxu knew that the real Gaobige was not the taste of Tremella soup that he had been tired of before, but the beautiful woman served in this boudoir.

Sometimes, in order to take care of Guo Wei's prestige, Zhu Gaoxu did not show much favor with Yao Ji, the most beautiful little girl in the Han Palace, but he found that Yao Ji had never been dissatisfied with such trivial matters. Her out-of-control emotions at Jiming Temple in the capital were never revealed again.

Now Yao Ji often smiles, and looks calm and peaceful everywhere, never complains, nor is she competitive. Zhu Gaoxu cannot understand that because she is strong inside, she can endure ordinary unhappiness, and she is still a generous and tolerant woman...

The ancients were accustomed to getting up early and going to bed early, and they usually went to bed after dark after cleaning up. However, Zhu Gaoxu's concept was still in later generations. After dinner, he usually had to wait two hours before going to bed.

During this period, when he wanted to talk, he chatted with his wives and concubines; if he wanted to be quiet, he would usually read traditional Chinese books. Anyway, there was not much other daily entertainment.

Zhu Gaoxu knew that women were generally not interested in military politics, and that people in the world were unwilling to interfere in important matters, so he rarely talked about official matters. But today Chen Xingwang's affairs were full of grudges between men and women, so he told Yao Ji about that matter.

After listening carefully, Yao Ji said, "Man is so happy with the new and tired of the old, not to mention that the Queen of Annan is beautiful and charming, and has a noble status. He can be named Chen Xingwang as a general, so his heart will naturally be captured."

Zhu Gaoxu looked thoughtful, and after a while he suddenly said, "Can Yao Ji sing?"

"Yes." Yao Ji nodded slightly, "It's so late, will the prince listen?"

Zhu Gaoxu immediately said with great interest: "In this Han Palace, I can do whatever I want."

After hearing this, Yao Ji laughed sweetly, stretched out her fingers to cover her red lips and said, "Your Majesty can play the erhu? There are several musical instruments in my house, including the erhu."

Zhu Gaoxu was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that in Chen Xingwang's story, there was Chen Xingwang playing the erhu and Queen Annan singing a passage. He couldn't help but look at Yao Ji and laughed a few times, "I know nothing about the rhythm, I don't even know the score, and I can't play any instruments."

Yao Ji said, "Then I will tell you to the prince."

Zhu Gaoxu said in a little surprised: "I never knew that Yao Ji could sing and dance."

Yao Ji whispered: "That person once wanted me to be a spy. The people I want to get close to are all powerful people. How can I not learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Zhu Gaoxu nodded, agreeing.

"Your Majesty wait, I'll go and get it." Yao Ji said with a slightly kneel.

After a while, Yao Ji took out a pair of erhu, walked out, and placed a brocade stool in front of Zhu Gaoxu, sat down on it, and set up a pose.

The beautiful woman with good figure looks really good when she sits down. Her dignified upper body and beautiful hip curve wrinkles are all wonderful. Yao Ji bows gently, her upper body leans down, and her water-like eyes stroke Zhu Gaoxu's face, "My attainments are not as good as Sister Du, so she is ugly."

When Du Qianrui was mentioned lightly, Zhu Gaoxu subconsciously felt that Yao Ji was not uncontested, and she might still be comparing in her heart.

After pulling a string at the beginning, Zhu Gaoxu was immediately attracted by the ups and downs. He didn't know the score, nor did he know what kind of song Yao Jila was, but he could hear it... the two words are, it sounds nice.

To express the feeling of lingering and passionateness, it is indeed a sound of pulling the strings. Although it is not as crisp as the big beads falling from the jade plate, each note is uninterrupted and even more endless. It is like crying and complaining, as if there is a feeling that is difficult to express.

Zhu Gaoxu closed his eyes and his head swayed gently with the melody, looking intoxicated. He didn't have to do this, but he didn't have to endure it. Such performance would probably benefit the performers?

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Yao Ji's face turned red, and she bit her red lips lightly and held back her smile. She seemed to think Zhu Gaoxu's movements were funny?

After a piece of the erhu song, Yao Ji started singing softly. When Zhu Gaoxu heard her singing, his heart felt even more turbulent. Yao Ji's little girl is indeed very resilient, and she can endure any dirty and hard work when she starts to be cruel. She is softer than water when she is gentle.

Zhu Gaoxu naturally had never heard of this song. It sounded a bit like a small song in the local area. There was a paragraph, four-word sentence, which she sang repeatedly, and each sentence in the tune was a little lower, as if there were many tenderness, idleness, melancholy, and like an echo, it became lower and lower, and it kept lingering around.

No wonder the ancients often put their voices and colors together and said that the beauty's appearance is just a visual enjoyment. When she sings, she gives people a new appreciation. If she sits in front of the beauty and watches her sing, it will be even more beautiful.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't drink tonight, but he felt a little drunk. He was addicted to this gentle country, forgot countless hidden worries, fear and helplessness, and only felt that the night was short and he didn't want to wake up.

...The next day, Zhu Gaoxu didn't want to go to the front hall. Anyway, he was a vassal king in Yunnan, so he didn't need to do any serious business and would not have any problems.

But he finally got up and went out. Before leaving, he was a little reluctant to leave. He looked at Yao Ji, who was lying on the bedside with messy hair and exhausted hair.

As usual, Zhu Gaoxu first ran with the soldiers with his weight, and then went to the Wenlou to watch the martial artists study. In the morning, he would also read the newspaper sent by the Sansi, and then chat and laugh with the military generals.

Before becoming a prince, he had never been in a high position and had any power, and had no experience in this regard. However, in his past shallow historical knowledge, he believed in a truth: being separated from the crowd for too long, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot control the situation.

From a distance, the reason why the three families divided Jin was that specific affairs were controlled by powerful ministers for a long time; Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was a wise ruler with talent for civil and military affairs. He performed very well in the early stage, and later lived in the harem for a long time, trying to hand over all the complicated affairs to others by using checks and balances, and he also messed up... The recent story of Annan Kingdom, whether it was the Chen family replacing the Li family or the Hu family replacing the Chen family, was the result of the king's separation from the middle and lower levels of civil and military affairs, and his power was wiped out.

Therefore, even if Zhu Gaoxu was a vassal king who could enjoy himself, he had not fought for the time being, so he still often hangs out with his soldiers.

Most of the guards are rough men. Many people speak "Cao" and "You|Mom". They keep talking about various instruments and female relatives. Most of them have dark and rough skin, and there are ugly men. Zhu Gaoxu has played with them for a long time, so of course it is not as fun as staying with beautiful women.

However, he thought he was not yet ready to remove his armor!

When Zhu Gaoxu returned to the study, his mind was filled with the rough laughter of the martial artists, the sound of iron tools colliding, and the explosion of training firearms. He sat down on the chair with dizziness.

The eunuch Wang Gui brought tea and placed it on the table covered with red silk. He tactfully retreated to the door, standing there without making any sound. Zhu Gaoxu sat there without saying anything, and did nothing, and was stunned for a while, making his impetuous mood a little quieter.

Being alone quietly for a while every day can make one think more and examine one's goals and gains and losses.

This was learned by Zhu Gaoxu in the Ming Dynasty. He didn't understand this before, and he just bet on his head and rarely thinks...

In the Ming Dynasty, he knew that in addition to the office lobby, each yamen had one and two halls; the treasury built such a room for each yamen, and had no other function, but just gave officials a place to think, so that place was called: Tui Sitang.

Zhu Gaoxu's grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang hopes that after officials do things every day, they can quietly recall whether they have done something wrong or whether their conscience is painful.

Zhu Gaoxu sat for a while and then felt very bored. He got up and picked up the Yanling knife placed on the knife holder, pulled it out, then let out a breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped it. He found another piece of butter and applied it to prevent rust.

However, it is useless to do these. If a general fights in person, he can cut off several knives in one battle. No matter how expensive the sword is, it is useless. If he often cuts on the iron armored weapon, the sword will also be damaged.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoxu put down the Yanling sword and walked to his fine iron cold forging armor, and rubbed the armor there. Because this armor was made of cold forging and was rough in shape, it followed Zhu Gaoxu from the "Jingnan Battle" and went through more than a hundred battles of all sizes and sizes. It has been repaired and repaired to this day, and is indeed solid, and is very resistant to various weapons.

At this moment, he accidentally saw the eunuch Wang Gui at the door, and Wang Gui looked at him with a look of awe.

Zhu Gaoxu's movements paused slightly, and he realized that fiddling with weapons itself had murderous intent... But he just wanted to calm down, but he felt bored, so he just found something simple to do.

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(I feel ashamed. I don’t know why I have encountered some bad things recently. I have updated it several days. However, the normal update will be resumed the day after tomorrow. I’m sorry for the book friends.)
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