Mo Xiuyao pinched the chess piece and said, "Leng Er has made a plan. It will cost at least 17,000 taels to build such a greenhouse. Even if the cost will gradually decrease after it matures, it will not be less than 15,000 taels. The cost is too high. How many people do you think will be willing to spend this money?" Feng Zhiyao pondered for a moment and shook his head and said, "It's not too much." There are many powerful people in the capital, and there are more rich people. But if the cost of this side hall is only more than 10,000 taels, there will be no need to spend 20,000 to build a greenhouse. If you only study this for a profit of more than 10,000 or 200,000, it's really unnecessary, at least not at the moment.

Ye Li smiled and said, "Actually, Mr. Feng has a good idea. If the cost can be reduced to about one thousand taels... it will still be very marketable."

Feng Zhiyao disdained, "What can you earn about one thousand taels?"

"If it is only about one thousand taels, then the powerful, wealthy and even ordinary wealthy businessmen in the capital may choose a warm-up house instead of silver charcoal. Then what if it is the entire Great Chu... or even the Beirong of Xiling?" Ye Li said with a smile.

Feng Zhiyao was stunned. He looked at Mo Xiuyao without any intention of interrupting. He pondered for a moment and said, "Leng Er and I will mention it."

"The Leng Er you are talking about should be Leng Haoyu, the second son of the Leng family?" Ye Li asked, "It seems that I have never heard of Leng Er Gong's friendship with the prince." Leng Haoyu and Feng Zhiyao grew up differently with Mo Xiuyao. He was a few years younger than them. When Mo Xiuyao had an accident, Leng Haoyu should have been just a twelve or thirteen years old. Besides, the Leng family is loyal to the emperor. Feng Zhiyao nodded and looked at Mo Xiuyao with some strangeness and asked, "The prince isn't there."

Have you ever mentioned it to the princess?" Mo Xiuyao said calmly: "I sent a message to Leng Haoyu and asked him to come to the prince's mansion. He seemed to have no time." Feng Zhiyao seemed to remember something, lowered his head and smiled: "Two days ago, Leng Er went to have a drink, and was hit by his future father-in-law. He was beaten hard by General Murong. I guess he can't get out of the door yet." With Leng Er's face-saving temperament, he will definitely not reply to Mo Xiuyao saying that he can't get out of the door.

Ye Li was stunned and said in surprise: "Mr. Leng was beaten by General Murong?"

"No, the princess didn't see it at that time. General Murong really didn't show mercy. Poor Leng Haoyu's father doesn't love his mother and doesn't love her. Maybe he's still lying on the bed and no one cares about it. Looking back, I'd better go and see him." Feng Zhiyao said gloatingly. Ye Li called someone to pour a cup of hot tea for Feng Zhiyao before asking: "Since Mr. Leng is the prince's friend. If he is injured, should we send someone to see it?" Mo Xiuyao said: "Just let Feng Zhiyao go." Before Feng Zhiyao answered, he said to him: "Let him come over when he can go out."

Feng Zhiyao knew that Mo Xiuyao would not let them come to the King's Mansion without a serious matter, so he immediately put away the lazy smile on his face, nodded seriously and said, "What are the instructions of the prince?"

Mo Xiuyao took the file handed over by Ye Li and said, "This is just sent from Southern Xinjiang, you can take a look."

Feng Zhiyao looked at Ye Li, opened the file and read it carefully, and his face became ugly the more he went down. When Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li finished playing a chess game and left, they raised their heads and said, "Mo Jingli secretly sponsored the rebellion of the Saint of Southern Xinjiang? What's going on? If I remember correctly, the princess of Southern Xinjiang should be the sister of Princess Qixia. In the future, the princess of the princess will succeed to the throne, Nanzhao will become Mo Jingli's greatest help." Mo Xiuyao held the warm teacup and said lightly: "Don't forget that the princess of Nanzhao is only 40 years old this year. As long as nothing happens, the princess of the princess of Southern Xinjiang has to wait at least twenty years to succeed to the throne."

"The King of Nanzhao and Princess Qixia are also father and daughter. Will he not support his son-in-law?" Feng Zhiyao said.

Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said, "I had dealt with the King of Nanzhao. At that time, he was the prince of Nanzhao. He was very cautious and smart. He would never support Mo Jingli. If he could, he would marry Princess Qixia to him when he was on the mission to Nanzhao two years ago, instead of waiting for Princess Qixia to come to Da Chu. In June, the King of Nanzhao must have been very unhappy. Both him and the princess had a chance to support Mo Jingli." Feng Zhiyao looked down at the file in his hand and said, "This is also analyzed in this way. So... when did Mo Jingli hook up with a saint in the southern Xinjiang?"

Feng Zhiyao felt that they had really underestimated Mo Jingli over the years. In his eyes, Mo Jingli was a irritable fool since he was a child, so even if he was a noble prince and he was just a concubine of a rich businessman, he did not take Mo Jingli seriously. But looking at these messy things in the capital in the past two years, which one of them did not have Mo Jingli's intercourse? Especially in the past six months, he discovered that there were still many ministers in the court who were looking for King Li.

"It should be the time when he went on a mission to southern Xinjiang. After all, he had been in southern Xinjiang for quite some time." Mo Xiuyao frowned.

"You said... the one in the palace knows about this now?" Feng Zhiyao asked curiously. The royal brothers were the most interesting.

"It shouldn't be known. Isn't your subordinates still not there yet?" Mo Xiuyao said. Feng Zhiyao's face turned dark. He was in charge of various news from Ding King's Mansion. Now that the news from Nanzhao has arrived in the palace, his subordinates didn't even hear a trace of wind. Of course, he knew that Mo Xiuyao did not distrust him. If he didn't trust him, Mo Xiuyao wouldn't show him the news so easily. But it's always not so comfortable to know that someone is more powerful than him.

"You don't have to feel ashamed. This news has not yet flowed out. No one else knows except those who have read this file." Mo Xiuyao didn't want to attack his friends and confidants too much, saying: "But I can't tell you the source of this news. You can find a way to hand him over to Mo Jingqi."

"Leave it to Mo Jingqi?" Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and said, "He can't be mad. However, let them bite their own dogs, so we have more time to do something else. Do we need to send people to the southern Xinjiang? Although the chaos in southern Xinjiang is good for us, it may not be necessary after a long time." The people of Nanzhao were strong and like the Zhou country, the country had long been salivating for the great Chu, which had a rich variety of land and materials. However, the national strength was too weak, and the Chu was beaten by the several provocations, and they had to surrender to the Chu.

"Now we have no one to send. There is someone in the southern Xinjiang who should be able to deal with it. Let's not worry about it. What's the news in the Beirong?"

Feng Zhiyao snorted lightly: "After the marriage between Xiling and Da Chu failed, he had a secret relationship with Beirong more frequently than before. I am afraid that Lei Tengfeng also noticed the problems of the brothers Mo Jingqi and Mo Jingli, so he changed his mind so simply. He planned to join forces with Beirong to siege him when the civil strife in Da Chu started."
Chapter completed!