Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 37 Master, is this alright?

The following day, the morning drums sounded, and Chang'an began to awaken.

Once the gates of the ward opened, Yang Zhengdao and Tan Feng left Pingkang Ward and returned to Xingdao Ward.

The reason he didn't go to Chongrenfang to visit Empress Xiao was because he wasn't feeling well at the moment.

At this moment, Yang Zhengdao had dark circles under his eyes and looked exhausted.

A haven of gentle pleasures, a graveyard for heroes.

Last night, Yang Zhengdao stayed in Yingluo's boudoir, and his mind wandered, filled with all sorts of fantasies.

What should I do if I can't sleep at night?

He had no choice but to get up and stay up all night to finally finish the homework Li Er had assigned him.

How about undertaking construction projects without exhausting the people?

This college student understands the concept: work relief.

Investment-driven economic growth played a crucial role in the resurgence of this great Eastern power in later generations, and it was equally effective in the Tang Dynasty during the fifth year of the Zhenguan era.

At present, the Tang Dynasty has only been established for thirteen years. It can be said that the world has just been settled and the war has just ended.

Even in the Guanzhong Plain and the capital region, many people were displaced, and there were still refugees fleeing war in the Qinling Mountains.

If the imperial court were willing to provide funds and grain instead of conscripting laborers, the original policy of exhausting the people would become a policy of pacifying the people.

Of course, Yang Zhengdao also had his own ulterior motives.

If Li Er heeds advice and implements the work-for-relief strategy in Guanzhong, then the large-scale construction projects will inevitably require a large amount of building materials.

In this way, he could make a fortune from the traditional cement-making methods he had mastered.

If there's no trend, then create your own!

As the face of the capital, shouldn't Zhuque Avenue be repaired?

The Longshou Canal has not been dredged or maintained for nearly a century. Shouldn't it be dredged?

Should the wharves at Tonghuamen and Jinguangmen be rebuilt and reinforced?

Should the bridges on the Ba River, Feng River, and Chan River be completely repaired?

As for where the project funds came from, they naturally came from the big spenders.

Do you want to be listed for your biography on a monument? Do you want to fight for the naming rights to bridges, docks, or even roads?

Moreover, as long as the project is established in the name of the Prefect of Yongzhou, it is only a basic procedure for anyone who wants a share of the profits to advance the project funds.

Yang Zhengdao, filled with excitement and anticipation for the booming sales of homemade cement, finally completed the work-for-relief plan at dawn.

He sat on his horse, yawning repeatedly, forcing himself to stay awake as he followed Tan Feng back to Xingdaofang.

As soon as he returned home, Ah Wu, Ah Liu, Na Zha, and Tun Qiao Qiao, who had changed into a new outfit, greeted him with a flurry of beautiful girls.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhengdao with suspicion, noticing his listless appearance, dull eyes, and unsteady steps.

Upon learning that the two had returned from Pingkangfang, he looked completely at ease.

Naza blinked her big eyes: "Master, you didn't sleep all night?"

Ah Wu said with concern, "Big Brother, don't overwork yourself."

Ah Liu muttered under his breath, "Big Brother, we have some at home too."

Su Hongyi, who was standing quietly to the side, frowned slightly. She wondered if the musician had gone back after she left. She would have to test Tan Feng later.

Tun Qiaoqiao stood timidly to the side, her eyes full of expectation.

Originally devastated by her enslavement, she suddenly encountered a contract system that she couldn't comprehend.

The boy who brought her back from the slave market was her contract master.

Yang Zhengdao shook his head with a wry smile, too lazy to explain.

He directly instructed Liu Zhongxian to take Tun Qiaoqiao to Wannian County to obtain the release documents, and then register her as a resident of Dongshi City.

He needed Tun Qiaoqiao to run the business independently, which was a common practice among powerful and influential families.

After all, the idea of ​​downplaying commerce is still the mainstream in this era.

Scholars avoided markets and were ashamed to engage in commerce, yet all the powerful and influential families secretly operated businesses behind the scenes.

After making these arrangements, Yang Zhengdao prepared to take a nap and instructed A-Wu and A-Liu to wake him up when Tun Qiaoqiao returned.

With Ah Wu and Ah Liu attending to him, Yang Zhengdao fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly woke up and heard Ah Wu and Ah Liu whispering to each other outside.

"Sister Wu, Commandant Jiang is gone. What kind of person is this Su Hongyi?"

"It's hard to say, it could be from our side."

"Could you perhaps have Eunuch Jian convey a message to the Empress to have us transferred out of the official register?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Oh... Dalang is so kind. That lady with the plump buttocks just arrived, and Dalang has already released her."

"You should just wait! The Empress is merciful and will surely allow us to stay by Dalang's side."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhengdao and the other person stopped talking.

He suspected that the two girls must have heard him wake up and were deliberately trying to warn him to be careful of Su Hongyi.

Sigh, it really is just like Infernal Affairs.

Yang Zhengdao felt a headache coming on. Through the original owner's memories, he already knew that A-Wu and A-Liu did not belong to the Hundred Cavalry Division, but to another intelligence agency.

This more secretive intelligence agency was likely controlled by Empress Zhangsun.

But Su Hongyi's identity is probably even more mysterious, and even A Wu and A Liu don't know it.

However, thinking about these things is meaningless. Having these human-shaped cameras around can actually dispel Li Er's suspicions.

Yang Zhengdao deliberately made some noise, and A-Wu and A-Liu came in one after the other.

Yang Zhengdao then learned that it was already late afternoon.

He got up with Ah Wu's help, and Ah Liu also brought him soup and flatbread.

Although there was no proper lunch in the Tang Dynasty, Yang Zhengdao was not used to having two meals a day.

However, the soup and flatbread were rather bland, so we had to get the hot pot ready as soon as possible.

After dinner, Liu Zhong and Tun Qiaoqiao returned after watching Aba, Nazha, Shitu, and Gao Kan practice for a while.

Yang Zhengdao then led Tun Qiaoqiao into the study.

Tun Qiaoqiao closed the door and stood properly in place.

Yang Zhengdao suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because this was the person he had drawn from the character card pool.

But when such a living person stood in front of him, he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Because this Qiaoqiao doesn't look like a system-generated game NPC at all.

Did she know about the system's existence? And how was her loyalty ensured?

"you……"

"Owner……"

The two spoke at the same time.

Yang Zhengdao smiled, feeling the awkwardness lessen considerably: "You go first, and be careful..."

He didn't say anything more, but glanced out the window and pointed to his ear, implying that Tun Qiaoqiao was being overheard.

Although the spies in his home wouldn't monitor him to that extent, he still had to be careful, since the system was a secret that absolutely could not be revealed to anyone.

Tun Qiaoqiao understood Yang Zhengdao's meaning. She lowered her eyes slightly, then came to Yang Zhengdao's side with a shy expression and leaned close to his ear.

Yang Zhengdao felt Tun Qiaoqiao's breath on the side of his neck, and he felt a tingling sensation, which made him very itchy.

Tun Qiaoqiao whispered, "Master, it seems I have received an opportunity that cannot be explained. I have made a contract with you, and I can only obey your orders for the rest of my life."

Yang Zhengdao was startled. Is that so?

But to what extent can this blind obedience go?

Yang Zhengdao thought of a way to test the waters, and his breathing became heavier.

He clenched his fist, brought it to his lips, and coughed lightly: "Qiaoqiao, I want to see just how clever you are!"

"Ah!" Tun Qiaoqiao was taken aback at first, then her cheeks flushed red. She clearly understood Yang Zhengdao's meaning immediately.

Then, biting her lip, she turned her back to Yang Zhengdao and leaned over the mat, striking a pose that a yoga broadcaster would make when giving out perks in later generations.

At the same time, her small hands pressed against the waist of her skirt, pulling the silk fabric up against her body, revealing her two rounded figures.

Her voice was barely audible: "Master... is this... alright?"