"The emperor Chu of the Ming Dynasty wrote a memorial today, which was from the Zongren mansion. He mentioned how the king of Han Dynasty was outside. Although it was wordy and obscure, Zhu Zhanji knew what they thought.
"Tell them that the king of Han Dynasty is very good in Huazhou. There are memorials to follow xinghebo back to Beijing and copy them to local vassal kings."
At present, the thing that Daming still has a headache is the king.
After the privileges of the gentry were abolished, all localities were not polite to the kings. What should be yours is yours, not yours. Don't be domineering, or I will impeach you.
From Zhu Zhanji's accession to the throne, the good days of the vassal kings ended.
Zhu gaosui wrote a memorial last month, saying that he suffered all kinds of hardships in the fief, and the local officials did not respect him, etc.
The vassal kings were not satisfied, but the Ming Dynasty had great martial arts and no one dared to rebel, so they were inevitably full of complaints.
So Zhu gaoxu's going to sea attracted a lot of attention.
Some vassal kings feel that they don't stay here. They have their own place to stay. It's a big deal to go overseas to find a place. Although the conditions are worse, they don't have to find a grandson in China.
And most of the vassal kings are very tangled.
After getting used to wealth and ease, it is no different from exile to let them go to the wilderness to start over.
So they looked at the capital and the emperor.
Do you really want to exile us?
So he hurried out of the city and ran to all parties.
Zhu Zhanji was still handling political affairs until it was dark.
"Your Majesty, have dinner."
Yu Jia brought someone in and lit the candle. Zhu Zhanji put down his brush and rubbed his eyes.
"Where's the prince?"
"Your Highness has returned to Kunning palace long ago. He said he was very happy."
Yu Jia thinks Du qianzhen is a fool. After teaching the crown prince for so long, he is even more awake than Fang who has only been in class for half a day.
"Have hot pot tonight."
Zhu Zhanji felt a little cold, and the cold air gradually overflowing from the bone made him frown slightly.
After dinner, Zhu Zhanji went to the harem.
He seldom goes to the palace of tranquility now. If he goes, he just looks at his two children.
The relationship between emperor and empress has become ice.
The outside world has much speculation about this, but it fades slowly as the dust of the crown prince settles.
Unless Hu Shanxiang suddenly goes, sun Guifei's son will have no chance.
Therefore, those talents used various means, and even the more reason for knocking at the que is that Fang Xing occupied the position of the prince's teacher.
In the eyes of many people, this position can be enjoyed by anyone, that is, science can't work, and Fang Xing can't.
After seeing the familiar woman, Zhu Zhanji relaxed and smiled under the light.
Sun Shi also smiled. They gradually approached, and then walked into it side by side. Then there was the child's cheering.
Yu Jia stood outside watching the scene and whispered, "where equality comes from, even the queen can only be cold."
He glanced at the direction of the Kunning palace, and the corners of his mouth tilted slightly.
He knew he could not serve the next emperor, that is, after the emperor died, he either went with him and was praised as a loyal servant, or he could only learn from Sun Xiang and guard the tomb.
Sun Xiang's ending was very flat. 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 some tossing, many people in the palace were envious of Sun Xiang's fate.
The image of Anlun has become much better after this time, but it is more and more silent.
Yu Jia doesn't know what her future will be like, but she is very worried.
He is not young. His body reacts every winter and is very uncomfortable.
Looking at those young eunuchs and maids, he always stays for a moment and sighs.
But then he will be full of fighting spirit.
In the dark night, his eyes were bright, without the fatigue of a busy day.
Yu Jia can't rest until the emperor goes to bed.
When he returned to his residence, a maid in waiting had fetched water and waited on him to wash his face and feet.
The water is slightly hot and it is very comfortable to soak your feet.
When the water was getting cooler, the maid in waiting who had been massaging his feet looked up and said, "father-in-law, wipe it dry?"
Yu Jia gave a sound, and the maid of honor took out his feet and dried them with a towel.
"It's a little cold."
Yu Jia closed her eyes.
The maid hesitated for a moment. Finally, she opened her clothes and put her big feet in her soft arms.
After half an hour, Yu Jia, who woke up from a nap, drove away the maid in waiting, and then slept in bed.
He could only sleep for two hours and then wake up.
After washing, he hurried to wait outside sun's bedroom.
Those eunuchs and maids had changed their shifts. When they saw him coming, they flattered and laughed one after another.
When the emperor came out, the day in the palace was officially started.
And potato's holiday is over.
He had enough time to go back and cancel his leave, but Fang woke up and drove him away after he had breakfast.
After leaving Fang's house, he rode into the city and went all the way to Feng Lin's house.
When he arrived at the Feng family, he knocked at the door with a small bag.
"What are you doing here?"
It was Feng Lin's sister-in-law, Yang Shi, who opened the door. As the daughter of a "big family", she had to show up and do things after she married, which made her mood very bad.
When she saw it was a potato, she said impatiently, "I didn't see anyone running to other people all day. I'll ask others to open the door next time."
Tudou smiled and endured it in Feng Lin's face.
Yang's anger came from Feng Xiang's failure in the rural examination last year, which made her feel that she married a non-human, and by the way, even her parents' eyes were suspicious.
Inside, the potato said in a loud voice outside the house, "little Fang Han, please see sir."
"Here comes Xiao Fang? Come in and have a look at my painting."
Feng Youwei's voice came from the side study.
When the potatoes went in, Yang muttered outside for a while. Later, Feng Lin came back from buying vegetables. Yang just reluctantly smiled.
"Sister in law, my brother is still reading?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile. Yang nodded reluctantly, and her aunt and sister-in-law separated.
"OK! The bird is flexible, sir. The painting can be used as an heirloom."
Feng Lin heard the sound of potatoes and said outside, "you don't know painting. Coax my father."
Her voice was clear and crisp. It was quiet for a moment. Then Feng Youwei smiled and said, "OK, OK, this painting will be given to you."
"Thank you, sir. Come back next time."