"The prince of the Ming Dynasty took the first class today."
"The official feels that he is standing on the tuyere, and the next time the wind is happy, it will be blown away, the so-called Shoufu ......"
The sun is warm and the temperature is pleasant, making it feel cool.
It's the best time of the year to be in parallel with autumn.
Autumn can be slaughtered, so for the sixty-one-year-old Yang Rong, he prefers a vibrant spring.
Yang Shiqi is waiting for his son's reply, and he has been a little melancholy recently, so he is not in good spirits.
"Who knows what he taught?
I guess it's bragging about science, right?
” Yang Shiqi lost his former composure, Yang Pu glanced at him and said, "Definitely, he needs to let His Highness remember that science is good, and then ......
If you don't get it right, it will also belittle Confucianism. ” Huang Huai shook his head and said, "That's shaking the foundation of the Ming Dynasty."
When His Highness grows up, how will he adapt?
His Majesty will not allow Fang Xing to mess around. ” Yang Rong looked at the sunshine outside and said, "Youzi still hasn't come." ” The hall gradually fell silent again, except for the sound of flipping papers.
Zhu Zhanji was also busy until he saw a recital.
The chapter was from the Zongren Mansion, and it mentioned the question of whether the King of Han was good outside, although it was verbose and obscure, Zhu Zhanji still knew their thoughts.
"Tell them that the King of Han is very good in Huazhou, and there is a song to follow Xinghe Bo back to Beijing and copy it to the vassal kings of various places."
At present, the thing that Daming still has a headache is the vassal king.
After the privileges of the gentry were abolished, the various places were not very polite to the vassal king, what should be yours is yours, not your don't be domineering, otherwise the official will impeach you.
From the time Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne, the good days of the vassal kings came to an end.
Zhu Gaosui came to the chapter last month, saying that he was suffering in the fiefdom and that the magistrate did not respect him.
The vassal kings were not satisfied, but the Ming Dynasty was at its peak in martial arts, and no one dared to rebel, so they inevitably complained.
As a result, Zhu Gaoxu's going to sea attracted a lot of attention.
Some vassal kings feel that there is no place to stay here, and there is a place to stay here, so it's a big deal to go overseas to find a place, although the conditions are worse, but there is no need to pretend to be a grandson in the original place.
And most of the vassal kings were very entangled.
Once they are accustomed to the riches and comforts, let them go to the wilderness and start over, which is no different from exile.
So they looked to the capital, to the emperor.
Do you really want to exile us?
So he hurried out of the city and ran to all sides.
Zhu Zhanji was still dealing with political affairs until it was slightly dark.
"Your Majesty, let's eat."
Yu Jia brought someone in and lit the candles, Zhu Zhanji put down the brush, and then rubbed his eyes.
"What about the prince?"
"His Royal Highness has already returned to Kunning Palace, saying that he is very happy."
Yu Jia felt that Du Qian was really a fool, and he had taught the prince for so long, but he couldn't compare to Fang Xing, who had only been in class for half a day.
"Let's have hot pot tonight."
Zhu Zhanji felt a little cold, and the cold air that gradually overflowed from the cracks in his bones made him frown slightly.
After dinner, Zhu Zhanji went to the harem.
He rarely goes to Kunning Palace now, and when he goes, he only sees his two children.
The relationship between the emperor and the queen has turned into an ice cube.
There was a lot of speculation about this from the outside world, but it slowly faded as the dust settled on the crown prince's position.
Unless Hu Shanxiang suddenly went, Sun Guifei's son would have no chance.
Therefore, those talents used all kinds of means, and even more reason for knocking on the que was that Fang Xing occupied the position of the prince's teacher.
In the eyes of many people, anyone can be in this position, but science is not good, and Fang Xing is not good.
After seeing the familiar woman, Zhu Zhanji's mood relaxed, and then smiled slightly under the lights.
Sun also smiled slightly, and the two gradually approached, and then entered side by side, and the cheers of children were immediately heard inside.
Yu Jia stood outside and watched this scene, and said in a low voice: "Where is the equality, even the queen can only be cold." ” He glanced in the direction of Kunning Palace, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
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He knew that he could not serve the next emperor, that is, when the emperor died, he would either go with him and be praised as a loyal servant; Either you can only learn from Sun Xiang and go to the tomb.
Sun Xiang's ending was very uneventful, An Lun came forward to collect his body, and then quietly begged the emperor to let Sun Xiang be buried somewhere in Tianshou Mountain.
But this request was not agreed, so Anlun found another place.
After a toss, many people in the palace were envious of Sun Xiang's encounter.
And Anlun's image has also become a lot better after this time, but he has become more and more silent.
Yu Jia didn't know what her future would be, but she was very worried.
He's not young anymore, and every winter his body reacts and it's hard.
Looking at those young eunuchs and palace maids, he would always stay for a moment longer, and then sigh.
But then he will be full of fighting spirit.
In the dark night, his eyes were blazing, and he did not have the fatigue of a busy day.
After the emperor fell asleep, Yu Jia could rest.
When he returned to his residence, a maid of the palace had already made water and waited for him to wash his face and feet.
The water is slightly hot, and it is very comfortable to soak your feet.
When the water gradually cooled a little, the palace maid who had been massaging his feet looked up and said, "Father-in-law, wipe it off?"
” Yu Jia hummed, and the palace maid lifted his feet out and dried them with a towel.
"It's a little cold."
Yu Jia closed her eyes.
The palace maid hesitated for a moment, but finally undressed herself and put the big feet in her soft arms.
Half an hour later, Yu Jia, who woke up from a nap, drove away the palace maid and then fell asleep in bed.
He could only sleep for two hours, and then he woke up.
After washing, he hurried to wait outside Sun's dormitory.
Those eunuchs and palace maids had already changed shifts, and they all laughed when they saw him coming.
After the emperor came out, the day in the palace was officially begins.
And the holiday for potatoes is over.
He had enough time to go back to the holiday, but Fang Xing drove him away after he had breakfast.
Out of Fang's house, he hit a horse and entered the city, all the way to Feng Lin's house.
When he arrived at Feng's house, he knocked on the door with a small baggage.
"What are you going to do?"
The one who opened the door was Feng Lin's sister-in-law Yang, as the daughter of a 'big family', she had to show up to do things after marrying in, which made her mood very bad.
When she saw that it was a potato, she said impatiently: "I haven't seen anyone running to other people's houses all day, and next time I come back, I will ask someone else to open the door." ” Potato smiled and endured it for a moment in Feng Lin's face.
And Yang's anger came from Feng Xiang's failure in the township test last year, which made her feel that she was married to a non-human, and by the way, she even doubted the eyes of her parents.
Inside, Tudou said loudly outside the house: "Boy Fang Han, please see Mr." ” "Xiao Fang is here?
Come in and see how this painting of the old man is. ” Feng Youwei's voice came from the study on the side.
The potatoes went in, Yang muttered outside for a while, and later Feng Lin came back from buying vegetables, and Yang just smiled reluctantly.
"Sister-in-law, is my brother still studying?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile, Yang reluctantly nodded, and the sister-in-law separated.
"Good!
This bird is smart, sir, and this painting can be regarded as a family heirloom. ” Feng Lin heard the sound of potatoes, and said outside: "You don't know how to draw, coax my father indiscriminately." ” Her voice was crisp, and there was silence for a moment, and then Feng Youwei smiled and said, "Okay, this painting will be given to you." ” "Thank you, sir, the kid will come back next time Xiu Mu will ask for benefits."