His Royal Highness the Prince looked into the palace, but what he asked was Wang Daban who was guarding the door.
Wang Daban lowered his eyes and didn't even move his eyebrows: "Your Majesty, you practice Taoism every day and become more diligent every day."
Seeing that Wang Daban answered the question incorrectly, the prince was not angry and walked in directly.
In the lobby of the Yangxin Hall, His Majesty the Emperor is sitting peacefully on the futon, with his five hearts facing the sky and his eyes slightly closed.
At this time, he seemed to be more than ten years older, his hair was almost completely white, and his age was clearly evident.
"Father, I have come to pay my respects to you."
His Majesty the Emperor remained motionless, as if he had not heard anything.
The prince was obviously used to it and continued: "In the past year, Dasheng has become more and more prosperous under my governance. The courtiers are also obedient and obedient. No one dares to speak out loudly against my opinions during the court meeting. This is no better than before, my father."
Isn't it much stronger to do anything with your hands and feet tied?"
His Majesty the Emperor opened his eyes, glanced at his son, and then closed them again. After a while, he said, "Well done."
The prince was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic: "It seems that my father also agrees with my achievements. In that case, why not just pass it on to me, so that my father can enjoy his life in peace."
However, His Majesty the Emperor just snorted coldly and said nothing.
He was actually very conflicted in his heart. After all, he had originally planned to pass on the throne to the crown prince, but he didn't expect that the crown prince couldn't wait to force him into the palace. What made him even more unexpected was that the honesty and honesty that the prince had shown in the past twenty years was actually a fake.
He was very happy that the prince was capable, and his forbearance was worth boasting about, but he wanted to force him into the palace, which was something that no emperor could tolerate.
"Father, do you know why I have been so different from what I am to what I am for more than ten or twenty years?"
His Majesty the Emperor opened his eyes.
"That's because since the second and third children were born, your attention to me has turned to them."
"I have been taught since I was a child that I am the prince and will inherit the throne in the future. But when my mother passed away, everything changed."
The prince's face became a little ferocious: "You dote on the second, third, and even fourth children. I get less and less attention, and they become more and more domineering, but I am restricted everywhere. Even though I am the prince, no one cares about me.
Take it seriously."
"I originally wanted to endure it, but Father, you have also seen that once something happens to you, these people will attack you in groups. If the third child hadn't protected me at that time, I'm afraid the best outcome for me now would be to be trapped.
Forbidden, and father, you may not be treated better than you are now."
"So I know that I have to strike first. Only by holding the power in my hands can I save my life."
His Majesty the Emperor snorted: "But the third child who defended you was sent to Qiongzhou Mansion by you."
"Who told him to go against me everywhere? He asked for the vassalship on his own initiative. If I didn't send him to Qiongzhou Prefecture, how could I send him to Songjiang Prefecture to join the vassalage?" The prince said bitterly: "Songjiang Prefecture is only a mere distance away from Yingtian Prefecture.
Hundreds of miles away, if he has a different intention, he will definitely be detrimental to me."
His Majesty the Emperor shook his head and sighed, saying nothing.
His Royal Highness also seemed to have finished venting his anger. He said goodbye and left the Yangxin Palace.
His Majesty the Emperor called Wang Daban in again.
"His Majesty."
"None of my sons is worry-free. They only have eyes for the throne. Only the third one still has a pure heart."
Wang Daman frowned and did not dare to answer.
"Is there any news from Qiongzhou Mansion?"
Wang Daban handed over his hand: "Back to Your Majesty, according to previous news, His Highness King Qiong recruited many civilians in Zhanjiang Mansion, but later the sea ban strictly prohibited civilians from going to the sea. There was no news after that, but spies from the Police Department have come.
We arrived at Qiongzhou Island, but it was difficult to deliver the news, so Yang Xuan also changed his name to Yang Xin and followed His Highness King Qiong."
"oh?"
His Majesty the Emperor raised his eyebrows: "That's the bad thing about the third child. He has no competitive spirit. But with Yang Xuan by his side, he shouldn't suffer any big losses."
"Then shall we inform His Majesty King Qiong about His Majesty's situation?"
His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand: "No need. Even if he is sent to Qiongzhou Prefecture, it may not be a form of protection to stay away from right and wrong."
…
On the beach along the coast of Qiongzhou Prefecture, rows of bonfires were lit, and each bonfire was crowded with people.
There was grilled fish on the bonfire, various fruits piled on the floor, and cakes and drinks were freely available.
Living on the island, these people have never had such a cheerful and lively festival.
The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, and a dragon dance team came out of the smoke. The dragon made of cloth flew up and down, followed by a team of performers, singing and dancing all the way. The people were dizzy.
Everyone, young and old, was immersed in the cheerful festive atmosphere.
Boom, boom, several whistles sounded, and large fireworks exploded in the sky, causing the people to cheer and scream.
His Royal Highness King Qiong stood on a high place and sighed leisurely: "This is the scene where the country is peaceful and the people are safe."
Yang Xuan said: "This matter can be regarded as a routine and held every year."
Mr. Lu was surprised and said: "How much money does it cost to hold it every year? This year there are only more than 20,000 people. In the future, there will be more and more people. The three-day party will not be enough to deplete His Highness King Qiong."
"I just said it would be held every year, and I didn't say it would be free every year. If done properly, you can still make money."
Mr. Lu was dumbfounded. He couldn't argue with this. After all, Yang Xuan was a self-proclaimed businessman.
At this beach bonfire party, everyone who participated was registered, and a bonfire was lit in the evening to celebrate. During the day, they spared no effort to promote Qiongzhou Prefecture's policies that benefit the people, encourage local residents to naturalize, and promised to provide houses and land.
In fact, the situation of the aborigines on Qiongzhou Island is similar to that of the grasslands. When the weather is good, they can eat every meal, but when the weather is bad, it is not impossible for them to starve to death.
Now that the government provides houses and fields, wouldn't life be much more stable?
Three consecutive days of partying, food and drink, showed how heroic this new King Qiong was. With such a prince, life would never be worse than before. If it really didn't work, they would have to go back to the mountains and woods at worst.
That’s it.
After a few days, people signed up one after another, making Qiu Jun dizzy from exhaustion.
In three days' work, more than 30,000 acres of grain fields and tens of thousands of houses were promised.
The fields are easy to manage, after all, Yang Xuan has planned them from the time he cut down the woods, and the houses need to be built one by one.
Of course, if you build your own house and have the wood provided by the government, it doesn't mean that there are trees everywhere in the forest, which just saves the effort of cutting down.
The government unified the design and planning, and every household can build that kind of two-story building.
Before the New Year was over, those registered aborigines came with their families.
Qiongzhou Island is located in the tropics, and rice can be harvested three times a year. Yang Xuan has already prepared rice seeds and sent people to guide planting and building houses.
The entire Qiongzhou Prefecture began to be constructed in full swing.
Yang Xuan was very satisfied with this. Tens of thousands of households had settled in. The Qiongzhou Mansion finally had a decent shape, and he could start his next plan.