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Chapter 140: Who knew the bitter fruit(2/2)

"I don't want to get money from Zhang Siyuan!"

Zhang Yan's legs stretched straight, as if she was about to stamp her feet: "I want you to give it to me!"

Zhang Yan's tone was a little coquettish, and her movements were even more threatening like a couple flirting.

She confessed in her heart: Please allow me to indulge myself once in the end!

...

I am also a woman with normal thinking and normal needs...

There were tears in the corners of Zhang Yan's eyes again...

Facing Zhang Yan's coquettishness, Zhu Cijiong smiled bitterly.

Hands got stuck-

"Okay, okay," he smiled and hooked his fingers, causing Zhang Yan to scream.

"This time I seized 380,000 taels of silver. It should be the gifts given to him by the governments of various places who curry favor with Zhuobutai. I looked at it and it was all melted private silver."

Zhu Cijiong smiled and said, "If you want it, then I will send it back to you. Is this a whole?"

The Ming Dynasty was short of money, and even the annual tax was only about three million silver, so Zhu Cijiong was not short of money!

The money earned by a textile workshop alone is enough for him to squander!

These seizures have long been agreed that some of them will be used to help the victims, and the rest will be his private income.

As for the generals - the soldiers who kill the enemy will increase their annual salary. This is a lifelong thing, and no one will be so short-sighted...

...

Zhang Yan wiped her tears, I'm leaving, fool!

Looking at the man with his back facing him, Zhang Yan took a deep breath, and her face was filled with tenderness:

"Jing, it's dark..."

Zhu Cijiong turned his head and looked at the setting sun covering the room, and was slightly surprised.

Where is it dark?

Isn't this at the treetops?

Shouldn't this be around 4 pm?

Zhu Cijiong turned his head and saw Zhang Yan's blushing cheeks. Zhu Cijiong chuckled and pulled the quilt over.

...

In the quilt, whispers came:

"Am I beautiful?"

"It's as beautiful as a fairy."

The sound of sucking water.

"Then please feel sorry for it..."

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