Is there anyone who is an emperor who says money all the time?

If I really do something wrong, if I really am a "tyrant", it is common to beat people to death, but why did he talk about money to me?

Ye Zheng seemed to feel something vaguely.

Zhu Feng said: "Ye Zheng, you said!"

Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, looked at the fragments on the ground, looked at the trembling Nanyan, and whispered: "This, this teacup and teapots are worth at least, worth five hundred taels of silver..."

Zhu Feng breathed a deep sigh.

"Immediately give the money to Ye Zheng and hand it over to the account room of the royal palace!"

“…”

Nan Yan was crying but couldn't cry, so he could only stand up, take out the purse in his arms, take out one of the silver notes won from Baibao Pavilion, and handed them to Ye Zheng reluctantly.

What's this called?

If I did something wrong, shouldn’t I bet a board?

What is losing money?!

Zhu Feng's face showed a comfortable expression. He said softly, then said to Ye Zheng: "Let me come here to clean."

After saying that, he got up and walked out.

Of course, Ye Zheng hurriedly followed, leaving Nan Yan alone in the room, and his heart was broken towards the fragments worth five hundred taels of silver.

Walking all the way to the corridor outside, Zhu Feng stopped, and Ye Zheng hurriedly stopped behind him.

Zhu Feng stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

"yes."

Ye Zheng obediently delivered the 500 taels silver note to his hands.

Of course he already understood.

No wonder I had to ask myself before, how did those corrupt officials plunder the people’s money? It turned out that it was used by Si Nanyan.

Looking back on last night, Xie Shi said that Si Nanyan won several thousand taels of silver from Baibao Pavilion. I don’t know that he could withstand the "blackblacking" of this master several times.

But, I compensate the antiques of the Yan Palace...

Ye Zheng felt heartache.

Zhu Feng didn't feel any pain at all. He looked at the silver notes, put them in his bag with satisfaction, and then said, "By the way, since Calcite and the others have left, you can do it and take back all the mines under his name."

When Ye Zheng heard this, he hurriedly said, "Yes."

"By the way, let the Ministry of Revenue check again, is there any such situation?"

“…”

"They can't control the calcite family."

Ye Zheng suddenly realized.

Indeed, if this is a plan of the country, they really won’t just manipulate Calcite. I’m afraid, we should pay attention to some of the wealthy businessmen who have suddenly risen recently.

It is very likely that the country is manipulating behind the scenes.

He said, "I will go immediately."

In a blink of an eye, two days have passed.

Early that morning, Ran Xiaoyu arrived at Nanyan's room again.

But she found that her spirit was much weaker than yesterday, and she sat on the head of the bed, like an eggplant made from frost.

"What's wrong with you? Is your condition worsening?"

Ran Xiaoyu walked over and reached out to touch her forehead. The temperature was a little high: "You have a fever!"

"Xiaoyu..."

Nan Yan looked up at her, her eyes were red, and she muttered, "You are right."

"What?"

"So, dreaming of losing hair will really make you lose money."

In the past two days, she broke two cups, a clay pot, and also smashed the corner of a screen.

I lost two thousand taels and almost owed a debt.

"I, really, lost money..."

“…”

"Xiaoyu, you have to be careful. The emperor knows that I have given you half of the money I have won. Don't do anything wrong, otherwise you will be punished."

“…”

Ran Xiaoyu thought, what does it have to do with her?

The emperor ignored himself.

So he said, "What are you talking about if you lose money or not?"

“…”

"You have a fever, I'll go find a doctor."
Chapter completed!