After hearing Wang Hua's words, Ye Chunqiu couldn't help feeling depressed and hurriedly said, "Master Taishan, Zhenguo Mansion is not an open palace, so Lord Taishan knows this.

"Of course I know, but people's words are terrifying." Wang Hua glanced at Ye Chunqiu. The weather was a little cold. Although he was wearing thick clothes, he still couldn't help but shudder. He stroked his beard with his stiff hands and said, "It's not about how you think about it according to your original intention, but how others see it. People's hearts are sinister. Many people see your every move. Although you did nothing wrong, what can you do if someone wants to provoke right and wrong?"

Wang Hua originally wanted to persuade him with kindness and sell his own doctrine of meanness. Of course, all of this was for the good of Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes and looked at the gradually distant ceremonial guards and troops. His eyes seemed a little complicated, and he said, "The meaning of Mount Tai is to let the son-in-law do less so that he will not do more mistakes, right?"

Wang Hua frowned, but sighed.

He advised Ye Chunqiu like this because he was well versed in human relations and the world. He knew that anyone in this world who was willing to do things and change would not necessarily receive applause, but more so he received all kinds of cold words.

He lived for most of his life and saw someone trying his best to build rivers, disaster relief, and guard border towns. But he saw more of the people who had nothing to do, either claiming to be a clear stream or thinking that he was a gentleman, surrounded by all kinds of provocations and sarcasm. The most sarcastic words in the world came from their mouths. They thought they were knowledgeable, but they were full of knowledge and were wrong to quote scriptures and express their words. However, what people respected the so-called "clear stream", and those who despise and even hated were those who were down-to-earth.

There will inevitably be mistakes when doing things. It is impossible to do both worlds and cannot satisfy everyone. Then... with your sleeves on the side, there are always all kinds of shocking and high-level theories.

Which of those so-called talents and so-called great men is not like this?

Seeing that Wang Hua did not respond, Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips and said, "But... Lord Taishan, there are always people in this world who are willing to do things, right? Otherwise... what's the point of being an official? If you just think about wealth, it's easy for your son-in-law to say it's easy to say it's hard to do it. Those who only know how to make noises can let them go. I once heard a story..."

"What?" Wang Hua felt that talking to Ye Chunqiu was actually quite pleasant. How to say it? Although sometimes he hoped that Ye Chunqiu would be less troublesome, there were some things that Ye Chunqiu said were reasonable and even to his own appetite. Just like his son Wang Shouren, although he was worried that his son would cause trouble, when Wang Shouren really did something "earth-shaking" thing, Wang Hua was not hesitant to praise him. Although what Wang Shouren did caused trouble, in his heart, he agreed, and that was enough.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "When the warriors died in battle, the first thing the flies discovered was the shortcomings and scars of the warriors. They sucked and shouted, thinking they were proud and more heroic than the dead warriors. But the warriors had already died in battle and stopped waving them. So the flies changed their camp and shouted, thinking that they were immortal voices, because their completeness was far above the warriors. However, the warriors with shortcomings were warriors, and the perfect flies were ultimately just flies."

Wang Hua frowned. The story was a bit special, but he could understand it. He smiled and said, "Don't say anything dead."

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "The son-in-law is just citing the scriptures."

"How can this be a classic?" Wang Hua smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ye Chunqiu had no words and said to himself, "You don't know, this is a classic in later generations, but unfortunately it's just five hundred years late."

As he was talking, the Holy Lord had arrived at Zhenguo Mansion.

In fact, many people have heard of the matter of Zhenguo Mansion. For example, this cement road was praised as magical, saying that it is as smooth as a mirror.

As soon as Zhu Houzhao arrived here, he asked to chase him out, and the ministers had to snatch him up. This time, Zhu Houzhao came and looked at the towering bell tower again. He felt that it had a little more color. The bell tower was connected to Zhenguo Mansion, and the huge buildings of Zhenguo Mansion were exposed far away in everyone's eyes.

Is this Zhenguo Mansion?

Some people were a little disappointed because the building was indeed very large, but compared with the real palace, it was still smaller. It was just a building. The few buildings in the distance seemed even more grand, and even the workshop under the huge chimney not far away was even more grand.

In other words, Ye Chunqiu was really saving enough, so he only gave His Majesty a building, which was not a palace, even the house of an ordinary rich man, and the pavilions and water pavilions were probably much more magnificent than this.

In fact, some people generally know that this building is inconspicuous, but they only hearsays and do not agree with it at the time. They only think it is rumors in the market and are not trustworthy. However, now that I have seen it with my own eyes, some of the Qingliu who have held their breath and wanted to speak out loudly suddenly became silent. Ye Chunqiu... is not in the practice palace, but is clearly playing performance art.

But in Liu Jin's eyes, it flashed. In fact, he had already asked people to inquire about the matter here. For those Qingliu, Ye Chunqiu could not find a place to pick on. After all, no matter how thick-skinned people were, they were embarrassed to jump up and scold Ye Chunqiu for being extravagant.

But Liu Jin was different. He had always known that the little emperor was very fond of merit and his daily expenses were extremely luxurious. How could he look down on this thing? His Majesty had been looking forward to this country government for more than a year, and he still came here with such a big fanfare, but it was just to see you?

Zhu Houzhao liked the big bell tower. When he came last time, many buildings in Zhenguo Mansion had not yet been completed. Now that he saw it, he was even worse than the research institute next to him, and he felt a little unhappy. However, he still looked interested, and walked over with his hands behind his back and excitedly.

In fact, in the mansion of Zhenguo Mansion, there is always a huge building that is vacant. This is the "office and accommodation" place of Duke Zhenguo Zhu Shou. However, the Duke Zhenguo could not even get the salary of the Ministry of Revenue. Ye Chunqiu felt that the Duke Zhenguo was worthy of the Duke Zhenguo, so the main building of the Duke Zhenguo was vacated.

This is a building that is seven or eight feet tall and has five floors. Although Zhu Houzhao is not there, he still allows people to clean it up at any time.
Chapter completed!