This old man Huang said it in a vague way, but what he actually meant was to vaguely advise Liu Hao to take in more concubines and have more heirs to stabilize people's hearts.
Liu Hao thought that there were dozens of concubines and beauties in the palace, which was not too few.
But this is relative. Since ancient times, which emperor has not had three thousand beauties in his harem?
To take a step back, even a certain director or deputy mayor in later generations often broke the news that he had dozens of mistresses. Liu Hao's harem was really not that big.
But this matter is a bit subtle. After the highly respected Huang Wan came out to take the lead, Yang Biao, the cabinet minister, also stood up, holding a scepter in his hand and said: "Your Majesty is a man of sacred literature and martial arts. He is the most powerful in the world. It is just that the harem lacks beautiful women. Veteran ministers."
Please call upon all the beautiful ladies from all over the world to enrich your harem!"
"I also think so, and I sincerely request Your Majesty to order beautiful women from all over the country to enrich the harem!"
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Immediately afterwards, Wang Lang and other old ministers stood up and paid homage: "Your Majesty, please call all the beautiful women to enrich the harem!"
At this moment, the court hall was very lively, and many people followed him to prostrate themselves with great momentum.
"It has always been the case that those who are greedy for sex and pleasure have been rebuked by their subordinates. How can a king be persuaded by his ministers to open more harems?"
Things got worse and worse, and Liu Hao waved his hands in a state of laughter, and took him over lightly: "The time has not come for this matter, we will discuss it after the Xiqiang is pacified, and withdraw from the court!"
Liu Hao had said so, and naturally the ministers in the palace had no objections.
Li Fenglian flicked the dust and shouted in a sharp voice: "Retreat from the court!"
A group of veterans of the DPRK and Central Cabinet, after bowing to see Liu Hao off, started talking a lot:
"Alas, Your Majesty is determined to forge ahead but neglects family affairs. Today's remonstrance is considered a failure."
"Who says otherwise? This Xiqiang barbarian is really ignorant and dares to cause trouble at this time."
Huang Wan, an old minister, slowly walked out of the palace gate and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sirs. With Chen Shuai coming, the Xiqiang have nothing to fear. The king plans for the country and the country. His majesty's holy literature, divine martial arts, is a wise king who will never be seen in this world. These trivial matters
, we are old, but we can still talk. Besides, this is what Mr. Cai meant."
Huang Wan said as he walked: "If it doesn't work once, then twice. If I can give birth to a dragon son for Your Majesty, then it will be worth it to recruit thousands of beautiful women!"
"I understand what Mr. Huang said. Your Majesty has a high position and created an unprecedented prosperous world with the strong phoenix dance, but there are only two princesses, which is too few!"
"Quality must also be taken into consideration. From what I see, His Majesty is quite fond of women with beautiful temperament and elegance..."
"Oh? There is a granddaughter in the old man's family. She is beautiful, dignified and knows etiquette. It is impossible to catch the eyes of the Holy Emperor..."
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This group of highly respected cabinet veterans are usually very serious about their words. Many of them are real Confucian leaders with disciples all over the world. But today they are here to discuss the criteria for selecting girls for Liu Haozhen. If their disciples and descendants hear this,
, must be shocked!
Wang Lang, the cabinet minister and one of the three princes, had a slight thought.
After returning home, Wang Lang changed into regular clothes and asked his maid: "Where did Yuan Ji go?"
The maid said: "Sir, the lady is practicing calligraphy in the study."
Wang Lang nodded, his usually stern face softened, and he walked slowly to the study room, where he saw a pretty figure sitting upright in front of the desk, holding a pen, thinking about something, with a quiet and elegant temperament.
This girl is Wang Su's daughter, named Wang Yuanji, who is also Wang Lang's granddaughter. Just from the back, her appearance and bearing are already extraordinary.
Wang Lang stood behind Wang Yuanji and looked at him with his hands behind his back without saying anything. When he saw that she was writing "The rolling water is passing by the east, the waves are sweeping away the heroes", he laughed and said: "Yuanji is a great talent. I am afraid that this word is in love with that old man.
I can’t even write it down.”
Wang Yuanji's delicate body trembled, and the pen and ink in her hand made a few ink marks on the prince's paper. When she came to her senses, she hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Grandpa, didn't you go to court? Why are you here in the study?"
Wang Lang joked with a smile: "The matter in the court has been decided. I will come back to see if Little Yuanji is lazy."
Wang Yuanji said coquettishly: "Grandpa, Yuanji's homework has not fallen behind at all. She can already recite books such as "Spring and Autumn" and "Zuo Zhuan", but she still lacks pre-Qin Confucian classics at home!"
"There are many Confucian classics in the palace. Grandpa will test you first."
Wang Lang casually asked a few questions about the contents of the scriptures, but Wang Yuanji answered fluently. She could also draw inferences from one instance and discuss the profound meanings in the scriptures with Wang Lang.
"This girl in my family is definitely not a thing in the pond!"
Wang Lang felt a deep sense of surprise in his heart.
When Wang Yuanji was eight years old, she could recite "The Book of Songs" and "The Analects of Confucius". She was especially proficient in mourning etiquette. As long as it was meaningful, she would definitely remember it in her heart after reading it once. When she was nine years old, she could stay with her mother when she was sick.
He served his mother from side to side, and by the time he was sixteen, he had already dabbled in Confucian classics and was proficient in them!
Wang Lang himself was a great scholar in the world, but he was also moved by his daughter's amazing talent and beauty.
If this was a man, the Confucian family would definitely have one more great Confucian, but at the moment, he had other ideas in his mind, "Yuanji, you are already in age this year, so it's time to get married."
Wang Yuanji's beautiful eyes turned slightly, and she said with a complex expression: "Grandpa, Yuanji doesn't want to get married!"
oh?
Wang Lang stroked his beard and said: "Marrying a man and marrying a woman is a great moral code. You have read the scriptures and meanings, but you still don't understand this?"
A handsome and majestic figure flashed through Wang Yuanji's mind, and she said faintly: "Grandpa, let's wait a few years before talking."
But she wanted to cry a little in her heart: In this era, it is too difficult for women to speak up for their own marriage.
Parents' orders, matchmaker's words, and usually family elders' words say that you must marry even if you don't want to.
It's just that in the boudoir, I was still a little closer to the noble and handsome Holy Emperor who often appeared in my dreams. After getting married, I walked away from each other, farther and farther away.
Of course Wang Lang didn't know about the girl's worries.
Fortunately, Wang Lang is also an open-minded person. When he heard that his granddaughter was unwilling to marry so soon, he could only helplessly shake his head and sigh: "Idiot! It's a pity that such a good opportunity was missed in vain. If I can enter the palace this time, I will be honored by you."
Ze, isn’t it Wang’s blessing?”
"Enter the palace gate, Meng Junze!?"
Wang Yuanji's beautiful eyes widened, her heart trembled, and the pen in her hand fell onto the paper! ..