Empress Fang's face was displeased, and she said, "Didn't you hear Concubine Du Kang's words?" Your Majesty has a lot of opportunities, it's easy to go to Xiyuan to relax quickly, who to take or who not to bring is your Majesty's decision, you come to the palace is useless, go back. ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and Gong E stepped forward on the side, gently holding her arm, and walked towards the inner hall.

Concubine Cao Duan took another step forward, knelt on the ground with a "poof", and Ai Ai shouted: "Niangniang, poor concubine ......"

Before he finished speaking, several palace eunuchs stepped forward.

"Concubine Duan, go back, the queen is going back to rest, don't embarrass us people, if Niangniang is angry, there is no light on your face."

"How dare you, you dog minion..."

Halfway through her words, Concubine Wang Ning was already trembling with fright, she grabbed Concubine Cao Duan, and said with a smile: "What did Concubine Duanniang say? The concubine has one there, if you like it, let's go back to my palace to see. ”

After speaking, he dragged her out.

Wang Ningfei regretted it, how could she come to Kunning Palace with such an impulsive and brainless woman? didn't get the benefits, and was looked down upon by those minions, isn't this self-inflicted?

Concubine Cao Duan's concubine Wang Ning broke up unhappily, and at the end of the day, someone from Kunning Palace came to spread the word, asking Concubine Du Kang's mother and son to pack their clothes and accompany them to Xiyuan.

When Concubine Du Kang heard this, she was overjoyed and kowtowed to thank her, and sealed a heavy red envelope to the eunuch, and when she sent the people away, she returned to the small pavilion, holding an embroidery needle and threading the needle with a calm face.

Zhu Zaiyuan sat with her, holding a pen in his hand, practicing writing, but he felt a little strange in his heart: "Mother, you are not very happy just now, why are you unhappy now?" ”

Concubine Du Kang's slender jade fingers sipped the embroidery needle, gently scratched it on the sideburns, and then wore the needle on the pattern again, and said slowly: "Gao is unhappy, that is only ordinary people can have, we people who live in the palace should not have our own happiness and unhappiness." ”

"Why?"

Concubine Du Kang smiled and said, "Silly boy, in order to live." ”

"To live?" Zhu Zaiyuan still didn't understand.

Concubine Du Kang raised her eyes to look at him, and her eyebrows showed a hint of pity: "Cowardly people will be swayed by emotions." Mother really hopes that you don't understand it for the rest of your life, but if you don't understand, how can you have a bright future? Here, even the highest status people dare not let people see their emotions. You have to be the person with the highest status, protect yourself, protect your mother. ”

When Concubine Du Kang said this, her voice was very light and light, and her tone was very heavy and heavy. His eyes flickered slightly, this scene was something that the young King Yu could never forget.

He felt very cold all over his body, only his mother beside him, exuding a trace of heat. It was the light and heat that a mother emitted by burning herself.

Zhu Zai'er blinked his clear eyes and nodded: "Yuan'er is the person with the highest status and protects his mother." ”

"Good boy." Concubine Du Kang smiled, touched the soft hair on the top of his head, and said with a smile: "Then let's practice calligraphy." ”

Can you become the person with the highest status by practicing calligraphy?

Zhu Zaiyuan didn't know, but obediently clenched the pen in his hand and wrote and drew carefully.

Due to the delay in the previous dynasty's inquiry into the salt administration, this Xiyuan trip was delayed until July.

Xia Yan handled the affairs of salt administration impartially, in addition to dealing with the officials concerned, only two officials mentioned sending silver to Shuntianfu, and after asking a few more questions, the two of them refused to obey.

Until the end, it was implicated that Zhao Wenhua, the head of the Criminal Department, had met the two in private, and there was no follow-up.

Zhao Wenhua, as the head of the Criminal Department, only said that he cared about the criminal case, and hereby asked, no one can say anything wrong, but how can Gao Fu let go of these details?

Through the identity of Jin Yiwei, he privately painted what he knew on paper and passed it on to Zhu Houxi.

Zhao Wenhua is Yan Song's righteous son, although he failed to catch Yan Song's pigtails, Zhu Houxi no longer trusts them.

In mid-July, Yan Song had not been able to see Zhu Houxi for more than a month, and on this day it was just in time for the feast, and the ministers who greeted the middle school gathered together to give lectures and lectures.

This time, it was Yan Song's turn to be the keynote speaker.

Although Yan Song is already in his sixtieth year, he is still in good spirits, and he speaks fluent and beautiful official dialect, especially his loud voice and deep talent, which makes him stand out at the feast.

Such a person, how can people not spare their talents?

Zhu Houxi looked at Yan Song on the pulpit, and couldn't help but remember the green words he racked his brains to say for himself in the past.

sighed slightly, got up, and said to Huang Jin beside him: "When the feast is over, let Yan Song come to see me." ”

Huang Jin was surprised, but he also had to admire Yan Song's talent and demeanor, and gave his hand: "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

With Zhu Houxi's departure, a group of ministers got up to send each other, and Yan Song set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

He worked hard to stabilize his mind, as if nothing had happened, insisted on finishing this lecture, and followed Huang Jin to the imperial study.

In the imperial study, an incense stick rises in the jade carved incense burner, and the smoke circles in mid-air and slowly disappears.

In the empty hall, Zhu Houxi sat alone in front of the bookcase, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, covering half of his cheeks, so that people could not see clearly what his expression was.

Yan Song felt very cold, so he couldn't help but shiver cold. To say that throughout the ages, there are only three people he admires, the first is the sage Confucius, the second is Wang Yangming, the master of mental science, and the third is Zhu Houxi, the emperor in front of him.

One taught Confucianism with his words and deeds, and the other made the study of mind flourish with the theory of things, and Zhu Houxi in front of him was a complete conspirator.

Yan Song often asks himself, what kind of person will make him admire?

In the end, a conclusion was drawn that it could not be compared, could not be reached, and could not be won. Zhu Houxi is the person who combines the three into one.

He bowed his hand respectfully, knelt on his knees and kowtowed: "The old minister greets the Lord of Long Live." ”

Zhu Houxi suddenly found him in front of him, put down the book, and said with a smile: "Get up, come with me." ”

"Yes." When Yan Song got up, he found that he didn't know when, his hands and feet were already cold, and he was inevitably stiff when he moved.

Huang Jin's eyes swept over him gently, and he secretly said that Yan Song was a capable person, and he could not be underestimated in the future.

"Your Majesty."

"Yes." Zhu Houxi pointed to the book and asked, "Tell me about Shang Junce." ”

Yan Song turned his eyes and thought about it, Your Majesty is asking the treasury again, how should he answer? He glanced at the book in Zhu Houxi's hand and saw a sentence: The sage knows the key to governing the country, so he makes the people's hearts return to the peasants.

Yan Song frowned slightly, his heart sank, this article is about the importance of farming to the country, and there are a few most important sentences, saying that in a country, one out of a hundred people is idle, and the others go to farming, then the country will become an unrivaled power.

If a country has nine out of ten people farming, and only one person is idle, then the country can be rich and strong, but if only one person is farming and nine people are idle, how can the country not be poor?

Oh, my God.

Yan Song was surprised in his heart.