Well, he didn't know what would happen before it happened.

But Mr. Yao thought he would work hard.

Just as his mother said, Mrs. Yao was born to Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi at the risk of her life. It was not a shame, but a medal.

Anyone can think it is ugly, but he cannot.

Mr. Yao hugged Mrs. Yao's stiff body, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said softly: "Let's sleep, there are still many things to do."

There was no need for Mrs. Yao to answer, Mr. Yao pretended to have fallen asleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Mrs. Yao's body softened and her breathing gradually became balanced.

She fell asleep.

The light in the room was very dark, and Mr. Yao couldn't see her face clearly, but the outline of her face could be clearly seen.

He seemed to recall that when she first married him, the shyness of Xipa lowering her head seemed to allow him to see the most beautiful bride in the world.

Yes, she used to be so beautiful.

Just for him and for this family, she is like a delicate flower that has declined from prosperity and is no longer as beautiful as before.

Time left traces on her.

Uncle Yao felt that he hadn't looked at his wife well for a long time. When he woke up tomorrow morning, he must take a look at him well, and then draw an eyebrow for her and tell her that she was as clear as ever.

...

The three-month holiday is fleeting.

Uncle Yao also has to rush to the capital before the end of the holiday. In other words, except for the time spent on the road, Uncle Yao actually didn't stay in Jinling for long.

It was not until he was about to leave that Mrs. Yao gritted her teeth and let him taste the meat.

It was still dark and he couldn't see it.

Uncle Yao was a little amused and crying, but he pretended not to know and followed her thoughts.

However, what he didn't know was that his unconscious appearance made Mrs. Yao, who had been worried, breathe a sigh of relief: Fortunately, she is perfect in her husband's heart!

Gu Qingling didn't know about these couples. She just hoped that after Mr. Yao would arrive in the capital, she would complete the "book number" of their Yao family.

Yes, that's right.

After Mr. Yao offered the printing of the living son, he also gave advice to Emperor Mingguang to hold the printing rights of the world's books and newspapers in the hands of the royal family. Only those who applied for a letter number to the court could print the world's books.

"Book number" is a signal from the royal family to the people of the world. You can print it, but you need my permission.

At the same time, if you only pay a "patent fee", you can obtain movable type printing technology and print books in the world.

In order to strengthen centralization and increase the royal voice, the first thing Mr. Yao did when he served in the Hanlin Academy was to complete the "book number" and other matters that Gu Qingling asked him to apply for, but also to apply for a "Ming Ming Weekly" from Emperor Mingguang to use as a royal verbal quarrel, so that the people of the world know the various national policies of His Majesty and the trends of the court.

"Your Majesty, be careful in preventing the people and preventing Sichuan. It is better to speak out than to prohibit verbal talk. In ancient times, the people who have never taken the initiative to rebel often have the people who are in trouble and the officials force the people to return." Mr. Yao stood at His Highness and said to Emperor Mingguang with a serious look on his face, "Instead of letting the people in the world be fooled and deceived by others, it is better to run a newspaper in the name of the official family and tell the people what the court is doing. As long as the people in the world know that what Your Majesty does is for the good of the people, they will not settle the accounts of some corrupt officials on His Majesty's head, nor will they be deceived by others..."

Emperor Mingguang thought to himself: "I will think about this matter carefully. You should do your business first."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Mr. Yao took this opportunity to say everything he should say, but did not force it. He took the task assigned by Emperor Mingguang and went to the Hanlin Academy to take office.

He had just taken office and had nothing to do. He was mainly familiar with various departments of the Hanlin Academy and various books, and was responsible for reprinting new books using movable type printing.

During the three months of his vacation, Emperor Mingguang did not stop when he got the movable type printing technique, but asked the workshop to study it carefully, and printed a set of sample books in this way in the shortest time.

Just try this thing and you will know how many times faster it is than the original printing method.

There is no need for the reminder of Ming Guangdi. Someone has improved paper and ink and found ways to achieve the best effect of movable type printing. Although it has not been achieved yet, it is already very powerful at present.

Emperor Mingguang naturally would not forget to ask Li Wenchong to come and talk to him for such a good thing.

Li Wenchong: "That's great. Once the printing of books becomes more convenient, the world will be able to cultivate more scholars. At that time, the emperor will be able to select more talents and work for you."

"If everyone looks like you, I will be exhausted." Emperor Mingguang glanced at Li Wenchong with disgust.

Li Wenchong did not think it was offended: "The emperor has so many capable ministers and clever officials, so don't have to keep staring at me, right? Besides, I haven't been..."

"Don't say you are staring at the royal relatives." Emperor Mingguang interrupted him, "You started to make trouble again after just a few days of the palace examination. They pestered me every day, making it seem like I was the one who was there... You are the one who took a concubine, what are you concerned about?"

"I'm jealous, can't I? I don't have a woman. They are so good that they spend all day outside, and they are lustful in brothels and bars. Can't I mess with them?"

Emperor Mingguang looked at him: "You are forcing me, right?"

"How dare you? Brother, how dare you... You are my brother's elder brother. I dare to force anyone, how dare you force you?" After saying that, Li Wenchong stood behind the Mingguang Emperor Land in a pleasing manner and beat him on his shoulders. "Brother, it's been so long, you should think about it, right? Brother, I am not young anymore, your son has held his son, but I am still alone, I am so pitiful..."

In order to solve his lifelong affairs as soon as possible, Li Wenchong did not hesitate to sell out his miserable situation, hoping that Emperor Mingguang would give in quickly and let him marry a wife.

"Oh..." Emperor Mingguang sighed, "You, you really have a problem for me."

In the past three months, although Emperor Mingguang didn't look at anything, in fact, in addition to being busy with the government affairs, he also asked someone to investigate which "old ladies" were left in the court.

There are not many people who can have this status. Apart from Lao Madam Yao who is far away in Jinling, only a few old ladies from close ministers have super first-rate titles.

There are not many people who can be called "old lady" and they also want their sons to be comparable to Li Wenchong. They also have to be related to Li Wenchong. After all, there are not many people.

Li Wenchong: "I'm not helping me. Who made me have this problem? I can't let me be a monk for the rest of my life, right?"

"All are so old, are you really going to slap your mouth?"

"It's okay, she was just called 'Old Lady', and she actually doesn't look that old."

"Her son is as old as you, how can he not grow old?"

"It doesn't seem like it's really bad. If you stand with her daughter-in-law, you might not be able to see who is older or younger."
Chapter completed!