The carriage flew past a caravan. Li Dongyang opened the window and forced him to shout.
"My palace has taken over the management of Liaodong post road. All the caravans passing by the post road are under the name of expert factories. Duke Li, save your strength." Zhu Shou turned his stiff neck and smiled.
There was a faint fragrance of tea in the carriage, and the cup on the folding table shook slightly. If the person on the side is not the prince, Li Dongyang, who is the core of the Chaling School of Poetry, will be very poetic. But now he just wanted to stop the carriage.
Li Dongyang suppressed his anger and said, "Your highness left Beijing without permission. You can see how much impact it will have on the court and the public! Don't you forget the mountains and seas