As princes, they naturally don’t have to worry about money. They own a large amount of arable land, hired farmers, various industries, plus the prince’s salary, treasures that others respect, etc., and taking out hundreds of thousands of taels of silver is a piece of cake.

Not to mention others, even Yang Shuang has seen the accounts of his palace and his assets are more than one million.

However, although a million is huge, it is only a drop in the bucket for the national treasury.

The imperial court used too many places for money, including officials' salaries, military pay, construction and even relief in various places. One million taels of silver was invested, and it was only a splash, and the prince's expenses were also huge.

So, facing the tasks arranged by His Majesty, several princes were very upset.

Several princes discussed and expressed their opinions with ulterior motives.

King Yang Guang and Yang Chao of Jin believed that it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. It is the right way to provide the court with a huge profit.

But Yang Jun, Yang Xiu, Yang Liang and others agree with this view, but which industry in the 360 ​​industries is the most profitable? What's more, it's only half a year, and the time is too hasty. Therefore, they think it's better to simply provide the money and see who provides more.

Yang Yong was unpredictable. He looked at Yang Shuang and couldn't help asking, "Brother, what do you think?"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned on Yang Shuang.

Yang Shuang swallowed the hawthorn cake in her mouth and shrugged, "Half a year later, I sponsored the treasury 50,000 taels to express my feelings, which is considered to be a task assigned by my father."

"Fifty thousand taels? What a joke! I want to complete the task with this little money? I think you want to be scolded." Yang Jun sarcastically.

Yang Shuang casually said: "Fifty thousand taels are a lot for me, and the royal palace costs a lot. What's more, I don't want to win, 50,000 taels is already my wish. Why, do you still expect me to compete with you?"

Yang Jun stopped and snorted: "Father said that you are the same as us!"

"Do you think it's the same? The father mainly comforts me and encourages you. So if you talk to you, don't get me involved." Yang Shuang stood up and said, "It's convenient for me to go there. Are there anyone walking hand in hand?"

The few people looked at Yang Shuang speechlessly, holding hands to go to the toilet, thinking that it was so disgusting.

Since she was not accompanied, Yang Shuang walked out by herself.

When competitors discuss countermeasures together, they just want to make things difficult for themselves and see who can deceive whom.

The servant outside the hall led Yang Shuang to Gong Room and then retreated. After Yang Shuang was about to return, she was about to return when she suddenly heard the sound of a piano coming from not far away.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and pleasant, but when you hear it carefully, there is a hint of tragic in the ethereal and lofty place.

In such a cold day, who is playing the piano?

Isn't it nice to stay in the house?

Yang Shuang became interested and walked over.

The sound of the piano came from the other end of the wall, and there happened to be a rockery on the end of the wall. Yang Shuang looked around and found that no one was here. So she climbed up on the rockery and lay on the wall.

I saw a garden on the other end of the wall. In the late autumn, the flowers withered, but there were proud chrysanthemums standing upright. The chrysanthemums of different colors planted the garden, adding beauty to the late autumn season.

Among the chrysanthemums, Qin Xianyu was playing the piano.

It turned out that it was her who played the piano.

Yang Shuang didn't say anything, for fear of abruptness of the beauty. Bah, it should be her brother and sister.

So he continued to lie on the wall and listen to the sound of the piano, and looked at her back, which was considered to be a commemoration of the dead "Yang Shuang", which made him enjoy the pleasure.

After a while, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

The personal maid beside her asked, "Miss, have any worries?"

Qin Xianyu reached out to pick a white chrysanthemum, and gently touched the stamen with her slender jade fingers. She saw dewdrops in the heart of the stamen, which were crystal clear.

Qin Xianyu nodded lightly.

"Miss, the prince heard that you were moved by the withering flowers in late autumn, so I specially prepared a garden full of chrysanthemums. Doesn't the lady like it?" asked the personal maid.

Qin Xianyu whispered: "What do you like, what do you like if you don't like? Xiaohui, you have been with you for many years. Do you think I like autumn or don't like autumn?"

The maid Xiaohui scratched her cheek and said, "Of course I don't like it. Autumn is cold and everything witheres."

"Yes, everything withered...so you don't understand, and the prince doesn't understand either." Qin Xianyu said.

The maid Xiaohui was even more puzzled.

Qin Xianyu didn't worry about this topic and asked, "Have you not finished talking about it yet?"

"It shouldn't be there, why don't you go and have a look?" Xiaohui asked.

Qin Xianyu hesitated for a moment, nodded and said softly: "Be careful, don't be discovered."

Xiaohui left immediately.

Yang Shuang looked at the chrysanthemums in the garden and sighed at the infatuation and intention of King Qin Yang Jun. Maybe he really likes Qin Xianyu, but unfortunately, things like love cannot be rewarded by heart and effort.

If you love someone who doesn’t love you, even if you become a licking dog, it is difficult for her to smile with a heartfelt smile.

So licking dogs is dangerous, please be cautious when entering the industry.

At this time, a thought flashed through Yang Shuang's mind, then does he still understand Qin Xianyu?

Thinking of the letters between the two, the contents on the paper were vividly visible, Yang Shuang couldn't help but speak out: "Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring."

Qin Xianyu was shocked, but he didn't expect someone to be behind him.

She quickly turned around and saw a person lying on the wall behind her.

"Hi..." Yang Shuang waved her hand and greeted her with a bright smile.

At this moment, in this situation, Yang Shuang, who was lying on the wall, had no appearance as a prince, and was more like a little scoundrel.

Qin Xianyu was a little stunned, her red lips opened slightly, and then she burst out laughing.

This smile made the chrysanthemums in the garden fade.

Yang Shuang couldn't help but sigh, "It's not a man who makes mistakes."

"Why are you here?" Qin Xianyu walked a few steps and asked in front of the wall.

Yang Shuang replied: "I was attracted by the sound of the piano. I didn't expect it was you. You were infected with the cold? Is it serious?"

Qin Xianyu felt very warm and was extremely happy. He said lightly: "It's okay, I'm almost healed. When did you come?"

"Just arrived for a while." Yang Shuang replied.

The two seemed to have a lot to say, but they couldn't say it.

"That..." Yang Shuang suddenly realized that her mouth had become stupid. What about the sweet words of her previous life? What about the sweet words of her previous life?

It seems that I am still too kind. Because I am a younger brother and sister, I cannot do anything randomly. We are still the same as before.

Qin Xianyu noticed Yang Shuang's desire to speak and stopped, and asked, "What kind of poem did you read just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Can I read it again?"

"Okay! The title of the poem "Autumn Ci": Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane roams the clouds in the clear sky, which leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky." Yang Shuang said, "Just just now, you and the maid were discussing whether you like autumn or not, and suddenly remembered this poem."

At this moment, Qin Xianyu's eyes were particularly bright, just like the bright moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, reflecting Yang Shuang's figure.

"Do you think I like autumn?" Qin Xianyu asked softly.

Yang Shuang remembered the little things she had written to her and smiled and said, "Although you have never said it, I believe you like autumn."

"Thank you." Qin Xianyu lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised with joy.
Chapter completed!