The emperor is in front of him, and he can only blame you for not knowing the true dragon emperor.

Zhu Youxiao didn't plan to reveal his identity, so he gave up the idea of pretending to be a clan member of the Gui Wangfu, but he turned his head slightly and instructed Wang Chaofu to say a few words.

The latter received the order and hurriedly turned and left.

After a while, he returned, with a sign in his hand.

Zhu Youxiao took the sign, walked to the stall head, and let him get a glimpse of the content of the sign, and said with a graceful and noble smile:

"Look at it, which of this person's face is bigger than that of your factory in the East Factory?"

The head of the stall looked at him suspiciously, stared at him for a long time, and after distinguishing the handwriting and writing on the sign, his face suddenly turned pale, sweat was like rain, and he couldn't help but weaken his legs and wanted to kneel.

Zhu Youxiao smiled, put away the sign, and said, "Shhh——, don't make a noise." ”

The fans passed on each other, and suddenly their arrogance was gone, like a lost dog, and they hurriedly released this poor scholar who was called Fang Xingling.

Zhu Youxiao smiled faintly and went to Huangzhuang without talking to this scholar.

Looking at the back of this little official, the people were speechless, and Shizimen was also puzzled, Fang Xingling thought for a while and hesitated:

"Could it be that he is a nobleman of the British government?"

"It seems that among the royal family and nobles, there are also many good people..."

Zhu Youxiao left like this, and he didn't know that today's rise to save people has been seen by a certain wild history writer on the roadside, and it will be recorded vividly.

As for the transmission to future generations, whether the brick family believes it or not, this is not what he is worried about.

......

Outside the capital, the lush trees are lush and the lake is rippling with sparkling waves.

Zhu Youxiao and Wang Chaofu walked to the shore of the lake, planning to visit the Huangzhuang where the accident occurred, and then returned to Tongzhou.

At this time, the horses' hooves on the official road were bursting, but a horseman galloped away with letterheads and documents, and after a few breaths, only a wisp of dust was left.

After crossing the small lake, I came to a Huangzhuang on the outskirts of Beijing.

After the success of planting sweet potatoes in spring, Zhu Youxiao's original intention was to promote sweet potatoes in Huangzhuang in Gyeonggi, and then potatoes.

Only after solving the problem of food and clothing can we talk about open source and reduce expenditure.

Since the early years of Wanli, several farms near here have been classified as Huangzhuang, with a total of nearly 200 tenant farmers living here for generations.

A eunuch appointed by the inner palace supervisor was responsible for all sowing and planting matters in the imperial village, and these tenant farmers were naturally under his control.

The eunuch leaned back on a chaise longue and was sunbathing.

Behind him, several Dongchang servants had jade belts around their waists, fashionable boots, and knives with them, sandwiching left and right.

The eunuch was humming a little tune when he suddenly saw someone coming.

"Yo, isn't this Gonggong Xu, sweet potatoes are no longer promoted?" The person who came was Zhu Youying, the third son of King Gui Zhu Changying, the elder brother of the Yongli Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Zhu Youlang had not yet been born, but this Zhu Youlang had a completely opposite personality to the former, and he was extremely high-profile.

In the name of beauty, as a royal prince, you can't lose the face of the royal family, the more high-profile I am (I can pretend to be forced), the more face the emperor has.

Seeing someone coming, Xu Yingyuan sighed in his heart, why is this second grandfather here again, yes, I can't afford to provoke it, I can't hide it.

He got up and laughed a few times, and said:

"What kind of wind is blowing King Gui's son again?"

"It's okay, I'm just going to see how the dog farmer who pretended to be dead last time is doing now, is he really dead or faked his death-"

Speaking of this, Zhu Youyan smiled at him.

The meaning contained in this smile was self-evident, which made Xu Yingyuan shudder, and he was silent for a moment, a little embarrassed:

"These farmers are difficult enough, don't be embarrassed, the summer planting is over, the sweet potatoes can't be planted, don't come..."

"What does it matter if I don't come here or not, you minion?" Zhu Youyan smiled, pushed him away, walked into the Huangzhuang, found a peasant woman, turned her face over, and sighed a few times:

"Look, how pretty! What do you get by farming all day long? ”

"Why don't you go back to the palace with my master, in a few years my father will be a vassal, and I can still carry a sedan chair to marry you and let you be my concubine."

Zhu Youyan's expression was mocking, and the peasant woman naturally knew that she was humiliating and playing with herself, but she kept silent and endured the humiliation in her heart.

This forbearance did not let Zhu Youyang stop.

But seeing that he had done more, he stepped forward and stroked the peasant woman's buttocks with one hand, and the latter turned around and subconsciously slapped him.

"Smack!"

After this crisp sound, everyone froze in place.

The peasant woman also looked at her hand in disbelief and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy. Zhu Youyan's face turned pale and his lips trembled.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and said angrily: "Wow! ”

"You, how dare you hit me?"

"You know who I am, I am the son of King Gui, the imperial brother of the current emperor, beat me, I will make your whole family die a good death!"

Immediately, Zhu Youqi waved his hand and said, "Catch her in the palace for me and clean her up!" ”

The royal relatives who are so close in blood, not to mention these tenant farmers, even Xu Yingyuan, the steward and eunuch of the imperial village, dare not make decisions without permission and disobey him.

When the tenant farmers saw that the peasant woman was about to be arrested, they all pleaded with the steward eunuch, but Xu Yingyuan looked embarrassed and hesitated.

"This mountain village woman should be beaten!" Xu Yingyuan was in a hurry, took a few steps forward, slapped the woman violently, and hit the blood mark until he turned his head and said with a flattering smile:

"Son, please go back to the house first, this village woman let me clean up first..."

Hearing this, Zhu Youyan showed a gloomy face, smiled coldly at him, patted Xu Yingyuan's face, and said:

"Okay, dog minion, dare to rob someone in my hands?"

"You go back and ask, it's Wei Zhongxian who is here, do you dare to take care of the affairs of King Gui's Mansion, you can bear it!"

When the words fell, I saw him raise his foot and kick it hard.

Xu Yingyuan sighed, rolled to the ground, and screamed.

Zhu Youyan said: "It doesn't matter who comes to intercede, if you don't clean up this dead girl today, don't think about it!" ”

When the tenant farmers saw that even the stewards and eunuchs could not help him, they despaired.

A man couldn't help but say: "You don't have to deceive people too much, the implementation of sweet potatoes is a national policy set by the emperor, you are so insulting, aren't you afraid that we will sue the emperor!" ”

"Sue the Emperor?" Zhu Youxiao laughed a few times, "The current emperor is my imperial brother!" If I say a word, you won't even be able to enter the gates. ”

"I also sued the royal court... Come on, pull this person out for the master and beat him to death! ”

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The family members of the palace got an old thick stick out of nowhere, pressed people to the ground, and couldn't help but say that they were beaten violently.

After more than 20 sticks, the farmer had been beaten to a bloody pulp.

At this time, Zhu Youqi squatted down, raised his chin, and asked in a mocking tone:

"It's you, the royal state you want to sue the master?"

"You're going to be beaten to death by me, do you still sue..."

The farmer gasped for a while, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood foam, which hit the corner of Zhu Youyan's eye, and the latter wiped it for a while, couldn't help but be angry, and paused:

"Hit, shoot to death!"

The family was about to start, but a sneer came from the rear, but he saw a handsome little official coming with his hands in his hands, his voice was angry, and his steps were still calm.

"When will the royal family of the Ming Dynasty be able to kill people casually..."

"Habitual?"