Ma Shiying secretly looked at Wu Zheng, and saw that Wu Zheng's face was not as terrifying as his tone.

So he said: "When the lord is in Zhenjiang Mansion, you can choose. In front of Hongwu Gate, you can still choose. But when the lord leaves the palace, there is no choice. Because this is the lord's own choice. The lord chooses not to choose."

One sentence, six choices made Wu Zheng feel unreasonable headache, "I'm in a bad mood... You'd better not mess with me!"

"The lord admitted the crown prince and agreed to support him, and then there will be a distinction between the monarch and the subject. In this case, there will be a difference between the monarch and the subject. If the monarch and the subject are different, the monarch will die, and the subject must die."

"Fuck!" Wu Zheng cursed, "I want you to die, will you die?"

Ma Shiying kept saying with a sigh: "As long as the lord gives an order, I...I...I...I will make meritorious service!"

Even though Wu Zheng was still angry, he couldn't help laughing and pointed at Ma Shiying with his fingers and said, "Ma Yaocao, originally I only thought you were greedy and a traitor. I don't want you to be a rude minister!"

Ma Shiying was distracted and said, "Ma is not joking. If the lord rebels at this time, it will not be the emperor, but the hearts of the world. Even if the lord is a genius, he is a enemy of the whole world, he will probably not have any calculations. I hope the lord thinks twice!"

Wu Zheng's face gradually became solemn, "What does this mean?"

"The lord asked himself, are you really angry about the beauty?"

"you……!"

"Isn't it just that I feel lost in the face, right?"

"You...you...!"

"If it's really just for the sake of face, it's not embarrassing to say it out loud!"

"Rareless!" Wu Zheng shouted.

"The state has its own laws and the family has its own rules. The emperor controls the ministers and holds the quality in hand. It is common sense. If this is the case, it will be a common cause for the people of the world to challenge them. Lord, please listen to Ma's advice... let's follow!"

"From your x... from your uncle." Wu Zheng was furious, and the pen, ink, paperweight, booklets, etc. on the table in front of him would suffer.

Ma Shiying did not die under Wu Zheng's rage.

He was lucky because Zhou Simin was here.

"I have seen Madam...Madam is coming at the right time, please persuade the Duke." Ma Shiying immediately turned into a light smoke and ran away.

No matter how angry Wu Zheng is, he is afraid he will not be able to get angry with Zhou Simin. Wu Zheng feels that he lacks Zhou Simin much.

"Why are you here?" Wu Zheng personally moved a chair and pressed Zhou Simin on the chair.

Zhou Simin only sat halfway through a scholarly family, and she knew how to discipline herself.

Every word, action, every move, has rituals.

She is not a good wife and can sit, but she must be polite.

Sitting halfway, you can show your husband's power as heaven.

"Are you angry that Your Majesty ordered Simin to stay in the capital?"

“….”

"Husband is too worried." Zhou Simin smiled, "Your Majesty and the Princess are Simin's cousins, so they will not make things difficult for Simin. Besides, if the huge Duke's Mansion is not here, it will be desolate... It was left by Simin voluntarily and has nothing to do with Your Majesty, the princess."

Wu Zheng walked forward silently, gently hugged Zhou Simin's head between her chest and abdomen, and stroked her hair.

Zhou Simin slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of this moment.

But two crystal tears in his eyes quietly oozing out, slowly falling, disappearing into Wu Zheng's brand new Duke's uniform, and no trace will be found again.

....

Qian Sule is here.

He came with the emperor's oral instructions and walked along the moonlight.

Qian Sule was in a good mood due to Wu Zheng’s concession this time.

The Ming Dynasty finally had a real master and revitalization was expected. For a half-old man who had passed his forties, what else is more worthy of happiness than realizing what he hoped for?

Even if you leave it, it is always a key step.

The old man smiled, but Wu Zheng could see that something was hidden in Qian Sule's smile.

Wu Zheng became a little worried.

"Qian Xiang didn't sleep well at home in the middle of the night, which would disturb people's dreams and be a bad guest." Wu Zheng's words were a bit harsh.

Sure enough, Qian Sule shook his beard and glared, "Wu Zheng, no matter what, I am your father-in-law!"

"I haven't passed the door." Wu Zheng squinted his eyes, "Just one word, it has delayed me for two years. I dare to ask, which Liuli has been carried out?"

Qian Sule choked the boss and said a series of words, "It turns out that you want to regret the marriage? I remember that you were just a small family, but I promised you the pearl in my hand. Now... Oh, I have become the Duke of Zhenguo, and I want to be Chen Shimei? I don't even have a family!"

Wu Zheng was a little surprised. This was not Qian Sule's usual way of speaking.

The kindness that is done by others must have something to ask for. Today, Qian Sule is just having fun with him. What he wants to say next is definitely not small, and even Qian Sule himself feels embarrassed to speak.

Wu Zheng was really a little scared. He had rejected Qian Sule once in Chun'an, and was really unwilling to refuse again. Wu Zheng hoped that the old man would not speak up.

But obviously, Qian Sule had no intention of keeping a word.

"Say, what do you think in your heart?"

"Qian Xiang...uh, my father-in-law, I immediately give you a prize, ask for your name, and perform the six rituals, right?"

"Nothing!" Qian Sule cursed with a smile, "You know I'm not talking about this."

Wu Zheng deliberately talked about it, "Ah? What my father-in-law meant...I understand, my father-in-law wants to talk to me about the dowry... Hey, it's all a family, there's a hundred thousand, and two hundred thousand taels."

"Fuck!" Qian Sule almost jumped up, "Don't pretend to be confused when you understand. Three years ago, Qian was unable to destroy the family's socket. The family was already poor and wanted 100,000 or 200,000 taels... Come on, sell me all my bones, how much I sell it!"

The smile on Wu Zheng's face gradually solidified, and Qian Sule was still grieving himself and accompanying him as a clown.

Wu Zheng felt very bad if he could make such a square person have such strange words and deeds.

"Qian Xiang, just tell me the purpose of this." Wu Zheng looked at Qian Sule's eyes and said lightly.

Qian Sule's face suddenly became stiff. He understood that his pretentious behavior could not be hidden from the boy in front of him.

"Wu Zheng, you know the general situation this time and take into account the overall situation... I feel very relieved."

"What's the matter?" Wu Zheng no longer wanted to mess with this old man.

"You..., I have to ask Ling Zun, what kind of tutor is the Wu family?"

"Haha, Qian Xiangzhen has to ask, he has to ask the person surnamed Zhu." Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows with a hint of sarcasm.

Don’t want to think about Qian Sule and said worriedly: “You are not surnamed Zhu.”

Wu Zheng was stunned. He didn't understand why Zhu Cilang suddenly told Qian Sule about this.

"Wu Zheng, this world does not belong to you. Be a loyal minister and a good general... you can also be remembered forever."
Chapter completed!