Zhao Yanxun's statement was not recognized by Concubine Duan.
"How can you let the matter of marrying a wife be a trivial matter for you? What's more... it doesn't matter what my mother says about it!" Concubine Duan knocked off Zhao Yanxun's hand that was hammering his shoulder.
"Then who has the final say? The father? Or the mother?" Zhao Yanxun couldn't help but ask.
However, at this moment, a slightly older voice was heard outside the door: "Whoever has the final say, it's not you who has the final say!"
Hearing this voice, Concubine Duan stood up almost reflexively, then saluted and said: "I am here to see Your Majesty!"
Zhao Yanxun also hurriedly saluted, but he did not expect that the old emperor was a follower.
After gesturing to mother and son to excuse themselves, Emperor Zhao Yongcheng, served by Concubine Duan, slowly took his seat at the head of the table.
"Your Majesty, you didn't say anything when you came. I'm so rude today!" Concubine Duan said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. I'm afraid she was the only one who dared to do this.
"Eh...it doesn't matter!" The emperor immediately waved his hand.
Then he looked at Zhao Yanxun, with a hint of instruction in his expression: "Since ancient times, we have married virtuous wives, kept concubines and had sex... This is true for ordinary people and the Heavenly Family!"
"My father is right, but I want to ask my father a question!"
After all, it is the soul of modernity, so Zhao Yanxun was very bold and thought of arguing with the emperor.
This was the first time the emperor encountered this situation. With so many sons in front of him, each one was submissive, so he was a little surprised at this moment.
"What are you asking?"
"What I would like to ask is, is it possible that in our great Jin Dynasty, where we have abundant resources and people, we cannot find a woman with both wisdom and beauty?"
Zhao Yanxun's tone was exaggerated, and this question really stunned the emperor.
Concubine Duan glared at her son, and then said to the frowning emperor: "Your Majesty, this bastard has no integrity, please ignore him!"
Unexpectedly, the emperor laughed out loud, leaned forward and said: "Lao Jiu, what you said... does make some sense!"
Zhao Yanxun was immediately overjoyed: "Father, did you agree?"
Zhao Yongcheng pretended not to know: "Promise? Promise to what?"
This kind of thing must not be agreed to openly, because Zhao Yongcheng can't even get past the test in his heart.
"Okay, don't just focus on choosing a concubine... You will have to go and join the feudal clan in one month at most. If you need anything, just tell me!"
The emperor's expression was serious, and he obviously did not want to mention the matter of selecting a concubine again.
Zhao Yanxun could only let this matter go. He had more things to ask for than women.
"The people in the northwest are fierce. I would like to bring more guards to avoid being bullied..."
"allow……"
"My son likes to study weapons and wants to recruit more craftsmen from the Craftsmanship Bureau..."
"allow……"
"My son is weak and wants to bring some capable doctors from the imperial hospital..."
"allow……"
Zhao Yanxun's questions were answered one by one, and the old emperor could be said to be accurate, but this made Concubine Duan beside him extremely anxious.
What does the son want? Guards, craftsmen, doctors, salt and iron... what are these things for?
The land and money are the most important, my poor stupid son... Concubine Duan shouted in her heart.
The emperor agreed to all Zhao Yanxun's requests, which made him very happy.
"By the way, Father, what about choosing a concubine?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he asked this question, the emperor turned to Concubine Duan on the side and said, "My beloved concubine...is it time for dinner?"
Concubine Duan rolled her eyes at her son and then said, "Pass the meal around!"
Next, Zhao Yanxun had no chance to make any demands, and the three of them sat around and had dinner.
…………
On February 23rd of the 24th year of Tai'an, the sky was sunny.
After closing the system panel in his mind, Zhao Yanxun sat in the courtyard of the prince's residence. Although the sun warmed his heart, it was still ice cold.
"There are still five days left, and the end of the world is coming!" Zhao Yanxun murmured.
He is lonely in this world, and no one can tell the truth.
He also told people around him that a disaster might happen in a few days. As a result, the eunuchs and maids around him thought he was suffering from hysteria.
Each one of them wanted to hire an imperial doctor for him, and Zhao Yanxun persuaded these people to stop him.
"Sigh... I don't know how the end of the world will come, so how can I tell others about it!" Zhao Yanxun couldn't help but sigh.
After a while, footsteps were heard in the yard, but they were Lin Quan and Huo An.
"Your Highness, this slave is back!"
Zhao Yanxun could not leave the palace, so Lin Quan and Huo An became his legs and eyes, taking his place to do things outside.
"Tell me about it!" Zhao Yanxun said casually.
"Your Highness, according to the ancestral rules, the prince has fifty bodyguards, and your majesty has assigned you four hundred people!"
"I went to see it myself. These guards are all the elites of the Forbidden Army!"
Zhao Yanxun nodded, knowing that in order to achieve this, the old emperor had to talk a lot with him.
"The craftsmen in the Craftsmanship Bureau are also from abroad, and they are all good craftsmen in the craftsmanship bureau!" Huo An's answer was much dryer.
Zhao Yanxu lowered his voice and said: "Those blacksmiths, it's not a problem to make armor, right?"
These words are taboo, and making weapons privately is a crime of rebellion.
But Huo An was a loyal slave, so he didn't think much about it and replied: "It's the craftsman who made the armor for the Forbidden Army!"
This made Zhao Yanxun very satisfied, and he asked Huo An some more questions before letting Huo An leave.
While Zhao Yanxun was thinking quietly alone, two uninvited guests came to his yard.
"Brother Ninth...we are back!"
Upon hearing the news, a smile appeared on Zhao Yanxun's lips, and there was some expectation in his eyes.
The visitors were none other than Zhao Yanyuan, the tenth son of the emperor, and Zhao Yansong, the eleventh son of the emperor.
"Old Ten, Old Eleven, Brother Ninth has been waiting for your letter!"
After saying this, Zhao Yanxun rushed to the young eunuch serving not far away and ordered: "Bring over two chairs!"
"Brother Ninth, we have worked hard on our errands, so we must have a sip of tea first!" Zhao Yanyuan, the tenth old man, sat down with a smile and then picked up the tea cup.
Zhao Yansong was no exception. After the two of them put down their teacups, Zhao Yanyuan said: "Brother Ninth, I asked my uncle's family to find out..."
"Princess Yong is the grandson daughter of the Yuanping Hou family. Her maiden name is Xue Baoyun. She is only fifteen years old this year, a few months younger than you, Ninth Brother!"
Hearing Zhao Yanyuan's nonsense, Zhao Yanxun couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and then pretended to cough a few times.
Zhao Yansong on the side immediately understood, and then said: "Brother Ninth, don't worry, it is said that this sister of the Xue family is a first-class beauty!"
After hearing this, Zhao Yanxun felt relieved a lot.
To inquire about the legitimate daughter of a marquis, you have to go to the duke's family, and it is definitely not possible to send out a few eunuchs.
Originally, Zhao Yanxun could ask his uncle's family for help, but this matter could not get around Concubine Duan, so he could only ask his two brothers to help.
"The two concubines..." Zhao Yanxun asked immediately.
This time, in addition to the main concubine, Zhao Yanxun was also given two concubines according to the ancestral system. He can be regarded as enjoying the blessings of others.
"Brother Ninth, you are making things difficult for us. The two concubines were chosen from the families of civil servants and have nothing to do with the families of princes!" Zhao Yanyuan said helplessly.
What this means is that their uncle's family has no relationship with other civil servants, so naturally they have no way of understanding the affairs of his inner house.
"Brother Ninth, in two days, my father will officially confer you the title of King Yong. After that, you can leave this palm-sized palace and go to the fiefdom to live freely!" Zhao Yansong said with a restrained expression.
But when Zhao Yanxun heard these words, he did not feel happy. The end of the world was only a few days away.
