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"Your Highness is so eager to hand over the financial power to me, isn't it to ask me to help you generate money?" Tang Yue joked.

"With your simple nature of mind, I dare not let you go into business, or we will lose all the money in our family. We have to drink from the north and the West."

“……” Tang Yue looked at Prince Zhao seriously for ten seconds. "The whole Southern Jin Dynasty will be yours in the future. With such a big backing, how can you lose money in business?"

Prince Zhao led him to the secret room next door. The walls were painted with unknown paint, which had a strange smell. But the room was very dry, full of bamboo slips, and the shelves one by one went straight to the roof.

"Why hide books here?" Tang Yue thought, with the precious level of books in this era, I'm afraid the value of this room is much higher than that of the next door.

Prince Zhao casually took out a roll of bamboo slips and handed it to him. Tang Yue took it, wiped off the dust on the surface, opened it and quickly scanned it. He found that it was a text that he could not understand.

"This..."

"The characters of the Southern Jin Dynasty were created by the ancestors 500 years ago, abandoning the original characters. Here, some of them are lost classics. Such books are not allowed to circulate outside. They can only be hidden here."

Tang Yue felt the marks on the bamboo slips and asked suspiciously, "the life span of bamboo slips is limited. I'm afraid it's hard to keep them for hundreds of years."

Prince Zhao nodded, "these are the secrets that Gu's ancestors gave to him before he died. They have been transcribed for generations to continue. Nowadays, there are very few people who can understand these ancient characters."

"Then we can only find a way to translate them into the characters of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and then we can use them." Tang Yuemu calculated it. There are at least thousands of rolls of bamboo slips here, which can be handed down from generation to generation. They are certainly useful things.

If it can be promoted, it is the best outcome of these books.

It seems that newspapers and printing companies have found a way to sit up. Unfortunately, they have limited knowledge and do not know whether they can make them in their lifetime.

"It's true that if you have time, you'll wish you were a few years older. You have a lot of things to do. You don't have enough rights. You just have no heart."

Tang Yue is Tang Yue didn't react. No, he got the hand. He didn't care about the smile of his age now. However, he didn't care about some people who couldn't see it.

One hand grabbed Zhang Chun's collar and took him off Tang Yue.

"Why are you again? Still haunted Wang Dingjun, I tell you, don't bully people just because you can do martial arts. In the future, there will always be times when you regret... "

Tang Yue watched Zhang Chun being carried in the hands of others like a chicken. He felt that the picture was strange and joyful. He was so old in his last life, just like a 10-year-old child.

Wang Dingjun threw him on the ground, kicked him in a certain direction, and said meaningfully, "don't talk about the future. You can talk about it after you have passed it."

Zhang Chun got up from the ground and felt a man standing in front of him before he could stand firm. He was less than 1.5 meters tall. He looked up and saw who was standing in front of him.

Subconsciously, he took a step back and squeezed out a smile before making a muddled salute.

Prince Zhao looked at him faintly behind his hands and asked, "is the matter done?"

Zhang Chun patted the dust on his buttocks and nodded: "yes, I found all the property in the pamphlet. Thanks to the help of the prince's highness, I would like to pay off my debt if I was young."

At the thought of how much property he owned, Zhang Chun was very excited. Even if he was an actor all his life, he could not earn so much gold, silver, jewelry, land and houses.

Thank you very much for the blasting master. If you can go back, you must thank him well. It's really worth dying.

Prince Zhao's face still did not return what expression, "that's good, since so, that Zhongyong Marquis go to settle down earlier, if the manpower is not enough, solitary can send someone to tie you to tidy up the house."

"It's so funny, hehe." Zhang Chun thinks that this is the prince's Royal Highness. He is a typical representative who is willing to help others. With such a supporter, his life here will certainly not be too bad.

Thinking that he might also be a senior official in charge of power, Zhang Chun felt that there was nothing wrong with going through this backward and poor ancient times.

"Come, see off." Prince Zhao glanced at Wang Dingjun, and the other party consciously dragged Zhang Chun out.

"Wait Wait I have something else to find brother Tang Hello Brother Tang... "

Tang Yue reluctantly watched him go farther and farther, waved his hand awkwardly, and then put down his arm under the calm eyes of Prince Zhao.

"Well Good morning. Have you had breakfast

Prince Zhao went over to hold Tang Yue horizontally, and then carried people into the room under the expression of the other party's astonishment.

"No Let me down Tang Yue struggled to roar. He had never experienced such a thing in his two life. A handsome man was held by a princess, and his face did not know where to put it.

"Let me down!" Tang more and more red face, two people are obviously almost high, but this embrace instantly weakened his momentum a lot."You don't have shoes on!" Prince Zhao said coldly, and then strode Tang Yue to the bed.

Tang Yue was so said by him that he remembered that he did not wear shoes, not even his coat. He was excited just now and didn't feel cold. Now he felt chilly all over.

His face was even redder, and his feet were tucked into the quilt. Fortunately, the floor of the room was covered with blankets, otherwise his feet would be numb with cold.

They were silent for a while. Tang Yue broke the tense atmosphere and said, "Zhongyong Hou he He's still young. I just think of him as a younger brother. "

Prince Zhao glanced at him and said, "I don't want to accept the answer." what's the matter with kissing

When his fiance is dead?

Tang Yue couldn't explain whether it was a popular meeting etiquette two thousand years later, or a foreign one. He could only say, "he is too young to be sensible, and he regards me as an elder. If he is separated for too long, he will be excited..."

"Bo..." His wife was kissing Tang Yue on the cheek, which startled Tang Yue.

"Is this the position?" Prince Zhao asked, staring into his eyes.

Tang Yue touched the position he had been kissed. He felt that his hair was burning hot. He felt that he was not loved, but was branded with a mark. It is clear that Zhang Chun didn't feel at all when he was kissing.

"Probably Yes Tang Yue answered in a lack of confidence.

Prince Zhao leaned over to kiss him again. He licked it with his tongue more excessively. He said in an accentuated tone, "this is not the case for this time!"

Tang more and more angry, and some light joy, "this word you have to say to Zhongyong Hou."

Prince Zhao snorted softly, "naturally someone will warn him."

Zhang Chun was dragged out of the prince's house and had not recovered. How could he have been expelled? Wasn't the atmosphere good just now?

As expected, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. The mind of this superior person is too difficult to guess. It is like a woman, and it changes rapidly.

Wang Dingjun threw him into the carriage and drove him to the residence of Zhongyong marquis in Yecheng.

Zhang Chun did not know that he had a large house in the capital until he came back this time. It was the place where the loyal and brave Marquis of all ages lived when they visited the city.

He sat down beside the coachman, held his knee and said sympathetically, "I finally know how you got this bad temper. There is a boss with a bad temper. No wonder you are all abnormal!"

Wang Dingjun glanced at him and said with a sneer: "it's really a fearless ignorant person. Wang deeply admires him!"

"Hello, can you speak well?" Zhang Chun glared at him, "isn't it just a stick? Is it worth remembering till now? What else do you want to do? "

He was bullied by this bastard all the way. He either gave him salted water or stuffed ice into his quilt. If it wasn't for his unfamiliar place, he couldn't go on the road alone because he was too young. He must draw a clear line with him!

"Do you know you've been walking around the yellow spring road?"

Zhang Chun's eyes widened, "you..." How did he know? Did you hear something when you were in Qinyang City?

He didn't know what kind of character Huang Fuchun used to be, but if he dared to commit suicide, he must have a very different personality from himself. If he inquired about it, he could know the difference between before and after.

What can I do?

Zhang Chun is a little far away from him, ready to run away as soon as he tells the truth. Although the probability of success is very low, it is better than waiting to die.

In this age of feudal superstition, if people know that this body has changed its soul, it must be burned to death.

He would rather learn from huangfuchun and drink poison wine to die than be burned to death. What a pain!