Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"The prince of Daming has the first class today."

"The official feels that he is standing on the vent, the next strong wind may be blown away, the so-called first assistant..."

The sun is very warm and the temperature is very good, making people feel cool.

This is the best time of the year and autumn.

But autumn is deadly, so for 61-year-old Yang Rong, he prefers the vibrant spring.

Yang Shiqi is waiting for the reply from his hometown son.

"Who knows what he taught? Presumably bragging about science, right?"

Yang Shiqi lost his former composure. Yang Pu glanced at him and said, "It must be that he needs to make his Royal Highness remember that science is good, and then... maybe it will belittle Confucianism."

Huang Huai shook his head and said, "That is the foundation of Daming that is shaking. When His Royal Highness grows up, how will he follow? Your Majesty will not allow Fang Xing to make a fool of yourself."

Yang Rong looked at the sunshine outside and said, "Youzi still didn't come."

The Zhengshitang gradually became quiet again, only the sound of turning the paper.

Zhu Zhanji was also busy until he saw a memorial.

The memorial belonged to the clan mansion, and mentioned the question of how good Han Wang was 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 are memorials to return to Beijing with Xinghebo and copy them to the vassals of various places."

The thing that Daming still has a headache at present is the feudal lord.

After the privileges of the gentry were abolished, the localities were not very polite to the vassal princes. What should be yours is yours, not your domineering, otherwise the official impeaches you.

Since Zhu Zhanji's accession to the throne, the good days of the kings are over.

Zhu Gaosui came to the memorial last month, saying that the local officials did not respect his various sufferings in the fief and so on.

The feudal kings were not satisfied, but the martial arts of Ming Dynasty were prosperous, and no one dared to rebel, so they inevitably complained.

So Zhu Gaoxu's going to sea attracted a lot of attention.

Some princes felt that they did not stay here, but had their own place to stay. It was a big deal to find a place overseas. Although the conditions were a little worse, they didn't need to be the original grandson in Zhongyuan.

And most of the princes are very entangled.

After getting used to wealth and comfort, let them go to the wild areas and start again, it is no different from exile.

So they looked at the capital, looked at the emperor.

Do you really want to banish us?

So he hurried out of the city and ran to all sides.

Zhu Zhanji was still dealing with political affairs until it got dark.

"Your Majesty, have a meal."

Yu Jia brought people in to light the candle, Zhu Zhanji put down the brush, and rubbed his eyes.

"Where is 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 an idiot. He had been teaching the prince for so long, and it was even better than Fang Xing who had only been in class for a long time.

"Let’s eat hot pot tonight."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little cold, and the cold air gradually overflowing from the bones made him frown.

After dinner, Zhu Zhanji went to the harem.

He seldom goes to Kunning Palace now, and only to see the two children when he does.

The relationship between the emperor and empress has become ice cubes.

The outside world had much speculation about this, but as the dust settled on the crown prince, it slowly faded away.

Unless Hu Shanxiang goes suddenly, Sun Guifei's son will have no chance.

So those talents used all kinds of methods, and even more reason for slamming is that Fang Xing occupies the position of the Prince's teacher.

In the eyes of many people, this position can be used by anyone, but if science is not good, it is not good to wake up.

After seeing the familiar woman, Zhu Zhanji felt a little more relaxed, and then smiled slightly under the lights.

Sun also smiled slightly, and the two gradually approached, and then walked into it side by side, and the child's cheers were heard from inside.

Yu Jia stood outside watching this scene and whispered: "Where is equality, even the queen can only stay cold."

He glanced at the direction of Kunning Palace, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.

He knew that he could not serve the next emperor, that is to say, after the emperor's death, he would either go with him and be praised as a loyal servant; or he could only learn from Sun Xiang and guard the tomb.

The ending of Sun Xiang was quite plain. An Lun came forward to collect his corpse, and then quietly pleaded with the emperor to let Sun Xiang be buried in a certain place in Tianshou Mountain.

But this request was not agreed, so An Lun looked for another place.

After some tossing down, many people in the palace were envious of Sun Xiang's fortune.

And An Lun's image has also improved a lot after this time, but he has become more silent.

Yu Jia didn't know what her future would be like, but she was very worried.

He is not young anymore, and his body reacts every winter, making it uncomfortable.

Looking at the young eunuchs and palace ladies, he would always stay for a while, and then sigh with emotion.

But then he will be full of fighting spirit.

In the dark, his eyes are shining, and he is not tired of a busy day at all.

After the emperor fell asleep, Yu Jia could rest.

Back at the residence, a court lady had already filled up the water, and then waited for him to wash his face and feet.

The water is slightly hot and the feet are very comfortable.

When the water gradually got colder, the court lady who had been massaging his feet looked up and said, "Father-in-law, dry it?"

Yu Jia said, the maid lifted his feet out and dried them with a towel.

"It's cold."

Yu Jia closed her eyes.

The lady of the court hesitated, finally uncovered her clothes and put the big feet in her tender arms.

After half an hour, Yu Jia, who woke up from a nap, drove away the maid, and then fell asleep on the bed.

He could only sleep for two hours and then woke up.

After washing, he hurriedly rushed to Sun's bedroom to wait~www.NovelMTL.com~ The eunuchs and palace ladies had already changed shifts, and they all smiled when they saw him.

After the emperor came out, the day in the palace was officially started.

The Tudou holiday is also over.

He had enough time to go back to cancel his vacation, but Fang Xing drove him away after he had breakfast.

After leaving Fang's house, he drove into the city and went 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 doing?"

It was Feng Lin's sister-in-law, Yang, who, as the daughter of a ‘big family’, had to show up and do things after she got married, which made her feel very bad.

After seeing that it was a potato, she said impatiently: "I haven't seen anyone running to someone else's house all day, and I will ask someone to open the door next time I come."

Tudou smiled, and looked at Feng Lin's face for a while.

Yang's anger came from Feng Xiang's failure in the rural examination last year, which made her feel that she was married to an inhumane, and by the way, even her parents' eyes were suspicious.

Entering inside, Tudou said loudly outside the house: "Boy Fanghan, please see Mr."

"Xiao Fang is here? Come in and take a look at this old man's painting."

Feng Youwei's voice came from the side study.

When the potatoes entered, Yang murmured outside for a while, and later Feng Lin came back from shopping, and Yang only grinned reluctantly.

"Sister-in-law, is my brother still studying?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile, Yang nodded reluctantly, and the auntie left.

"Okay! This bird is smart, sir, 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, so fool my dad."

Her voice was crisp, and there was a moment of silence inside, and then Feng Youwei smiled and said, "Well, well, this painting will be given to you."

"Thank you, sir, the kid will come back next time for help."