"Your Majesty, the rebellion of Wu Yuanjun, the chief soldier of Jinghaiwei, has been killed, and the head and his family are being escorted to the capital." Zhang Kuishan reported.

"Okay, pass on my will and send his family to Tiannan." At unnecessary moments, Zhu Cihong is reluctant to kill too much, Hainan Island is still sparsely populated, and it is just right to send some people there to open up wasteland.

"Your Ministers obey." Zhang Kuishan took the order and went down.

Zhu Cihong finished commenting on today's recital and came out of the imperial study.

"Zhao Dequan, how are the preparations for the wedding between me and Yiyi, the Ministry of Rites." After the incident between Wei Guogong and the Donglin Party, no one dared to say what kind of demon girl Yiyi was, and opposed Zhu Cihong marrying Yiyi as the queen.

Now that two months have passed, Yiyi's injury has long been healed, and Zhu Cihong wanted to marry Yiyi when Yiyi's wound healed a month ago, but the old guy of Huang Daozhou insisted that there would be an auspicious day for the zodiac more than a month later.

The old guy is very stubborn, and Zhu Cihong doesn't want to worry so much about him, so why not endure it for more than a month, calculate it now, the day should be almost up, and the Kunning Palace will be cleaned up, just wait for Yiyi to get married and become the queen and move in.

"Back to the emperor, everything is ready, just wait for the day to come, and you can get married to the queen." Zhao Dequan said.

"Nonsense, I haven't married Yiyi yet, don't talk nonsense about the queen's mother, if this is known by the old guy of Zodiac Zhou, I will have to play and scold me again." Zhu Cihong glared at Zhao Dequan.

Zhu Cihong sighed slightly, a little helpless, at this moment he already regretted letting the old guy Huang Daozhou go to the Ministry of Rites, and I don't know if it was because of the Donglin Party, the old guy of Huang Daozhou always tried his best to give him small shoes to wear in terms of etiquette, and scolded him at every turn, although the scolding was basically the truth, he did have a lot of violations of etiquette, so he was embarrassed to worry so much about an old man, but he was just unhappy.

The most important thing is that the old guy also asked Yiyi to move out of the Qianqing Palace and move to another palace on the grounds that men and women should not meet before the wedding, and did not let him, the emperor, go to see Yiyi before the wedding.

"It's the emperor, the slave and maid are too talkative, and the slave and maid are slapping their mouths." Zhao Dequan gently pinched his mouth twice, and his smile was full of flattery.

"Okay, okay, I'm the emperor, I don't care about the old guy, but it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of him, go, accompany me to Xincui Palace, I haven't seen Yiyi for more than a month, I'm really suffocating." Zhu Cihong said regardless of it, he was ready to be scolded tomorrow, but he must go to Xincui Palace to take a look at Yiyi.

Yiyi's injury has not completely healed and moved to Xincui Palace, and now I don't know what happened, if I don't take a look, Zhu Cihong can't rest assured, anyway, he is tolerant enough, Huang Daozhou's old guy wants to scold him enough, sooner or later he will find an opportunity to punish the old guy to wash the toilet, let him know that he will pay the price for always working against the emperor.

"It's the emperor." Zhao Dequan hurriedly led the way.

I also secretly decided in my heart that once the emperor rebuilt the East Factory and let him be the factory governor, he would find a way to kill Huang Daozhou, the old guy dared to make the emperor unhappy, really damn it, hum.

When he came to Xincui Palace, as soon as he arrived nearby, Zhu Cihong heard a beautiful sound of the piano coming from inside Xincui Palace.

"Slaves and maids see the emperor." The two palace maids guarding the gate of Xincui Palace were very surprised by Zhu Cihong's arrival, and remembered that the Ministry of Rites had sent someone to explain the month ago, saying that if the emperor came here, he must not let the emperor in.

The two palace maids swallowed the words to their mouths again, secretly glanced at the emperor, but still didn't dare to really speak out to stop the emperor, they finally transferred to Xincui Palace to follow the future queen mother, if they angered the emperor, it was not a joke, anyway, the two of them were palace maids, and what the emperor wanted to do was not something they could stop, and then left the explanation of the Ministry of Rites behind.

"Emperor" Zhao Dequan, the dead eunuch, was just about to shout that the emperor had arrived.

"What are you calling?" Zhu Cihong hurriedly patted Zhao Dequan's head and interrupted the dead eunuch's shout. Listening to the sound of the piano inside, Yiyi was probably playing the piano, and he didn't want to disturb it.

walked in all the way, and the palace maids Zhu Cihong they met all told them to shut up.

Walking to the door of the main hall, to Zhu Cihong's surprise, it was not Yiyi who played the piano, but Huang Ying, and he didn't expect Huang Ying's piano skills to be so good.

The two girls were in the main hall, one playing the piano and the other dancing, watching Yiyi dancing lightly on the hall with the sound of the piano, Zhu Cihong was instantly relieved, and Yiyi's injuries were indeed healed.

Zhu Cihong stood at the door, intently admiring Yiyi's dance.

At this time, Yiyi is like a fairy who does not belong to the mortal world dancing lightly, her posture is wonderful, flawless, Yiyi's dance steps are light, and she dances like a red-pink butterfly flying there, and the pink rhombic yarn is flying, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere.

Zhu Cihong was slightly obsessed, recalling the scene when he saw Yiyi for the first time, and it was the same dance, which made his heart pound.

"Your Majesty." Suddenly, Yiyi found Zhu Cihong standing at the door in a daze, and snorted softly, his voice soft and straight to his heart.

"Yiyi." Zhu Cihong walked over with a smile.

Huang Ying also turned around at this time, and saw the gentle smile on Zhu Cihong's face, although she knew that it was not aimed at her, but she still made her addicted, this emperor who was four years younger than her, when she was gentle, she could make the people around her like a spring breeze, and when it was cold, she could destroy the powerful Wei Guogong and the Donglin Party with lightning speed, etc., which allowed the emperor to let any woman who had been in contact with him for a long time fall in, and she Huang Ying was also a woman.

"Your Majesty, why are you here, didn't you say that you can't meet before the wedding." Yi Yi's watery eyes blinked, revealing doubts, very seductive.

"I miss you." Zhu Cihong couldn't help but hug Yiyi into his arms, smelling the fragrance on Yiyi's body, and his heart was satisfied.

"Tell me if you miss me." Zhu Cihong asked.

"Think" Yiyi finished speaking, a little ashamed, her beautiful cheeks showed pink, and she leaned tightly against Zhu Cihong's chest, not letting Zhu Cihong see it.

Although Yiyi is more than two years older than Zhu Cihong, she is like a little woman every time she is with Zhu Cihong.

Seeing that the two were tired of being together, Huang Ying felt sour, turned around quietly and walked out, leaving space for the two.

After Zhu Cihong saw Yiyi, he was reluctant to leave for a while, and stayed in Xincui Palace with Yiyi for a long time, if it weren't for Yiyi's persuasion, he would have wanted to live in Xincui Palace directly tonight, regardless of his etiquette or not.

"Old fellow, sure enough, I scolded me again." The next day, Zhu Cihong received a recital from the Ministry of Rites as expected, and he knew that he must be scolding him without thinking about it. Zhu Cihong was thick-skinned and didn't care at all, so he casually threw the fold aside.

Zhu Cihong was rarely calm for a while, but in just a few days, a few days later, a piece of music from Zuo Liangyu in Hubei broke the peace, coupled with the battle reports that Jinyiwei's secret agents kept sending back from Shanxi, a tense atmosphere once again floated in the sky over Nanjing City.

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