After consulting the Empress Dowager, Zhu Qiming was allowed to leave the Forbidden City, returned to Yuefu in a plain dress, walked into the ancestral temple with a very solemn expression, and knelt down in front of his parents' tablet for a long time after paying homage to the incense.

Now that he is growing up, he knows a little about filial piety, but his son wants to serve, but his relatives are not there!

Shi Ouyang, the governor of Yue Mansion, entered the house, and after the incense, he knelt beside Zhu Qiming.

"Although the original rumors frightened the court, the two dignified princes of Yue and Wei Wang were claustrophobic in the palace all day long, and there were too many questions in it! But······ Alas, the Empress Dowager is not hesitating, and the Son of Heaven is still young, maybe the chaos is born from this. The beautiful bearded man revisited the old incident of the two governments being wronged from a different angle, and he carefully considered the words, obviously thinking about what to say and what not to say.

Is the Son of Heaven still young? Yes, this is the most reasonable attribution of the chaos in Beijing in the past! Zhu Qiming can only agree with Liang Gang's rhetoric.

"However, the 'Three Yangs' in the DPRK and China have long been prestigious, Yang Shiqi, known as 'Xiyang', the secretary of the military department, the young master, and the student of the Huagai Palace; Yang Rong, the world known as the 'Dongyang', the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, the young master, the student of the Jinshen Palace; Yang Pu, the world known as the 'Nanyang', the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the prince Shaobao, the scholar of the Wuyingdian University, and the three scholars of the auxiliary government, why is there such a chaos in Beijing?"

"Three Yangs"? What role do they play? This question suddenly appeared in Zhu Qiming's mind, as if separated by a huge screen, revealing an incomparably mysterious atmosphere.

When one day he is about to face these three major figures, he will be greeted by a gentle wind and drizzle, or a storm and thunder and lightning!

"Knock knock!" One after another, his head slammed on the ground, and a white mark appeared on Zhu Qiming's forehead, which then turned into a purple mark.

Standing up, his eyes couldn't bear to leave his parents' tablet. "My father and mother are buried together in Baishuiyu, Ouyang Changshi, I want to go to the mausoleum again."

Ouyang Tong got up slowly, "No, the sacrificial tomb must be made in a timely manner, and His Highness must not move without permission." ”

Entering the end of the door, along the Yongdao north, Liang Gang and Tang Ji hurried to see the ceremony.

Liang Gang invited Zhu Qiming aside and whispered: "Xu Gong has been here twice, saying that he wants to see His Highness, and he wants to find out the clues in the Forbidden City and the strange things that happened to Yuefu and Weifu. ”

"Tell him to be patient, it's far from time to settle old accounts." Zhu Qiming said indifferently, then rushed to Liang Gang and Tang Ji's jaws, turned around and entered the verandah.

Huang An led a group of chamberlains to greet him and surrounded Zhu Qiming to the north.

"Presumably, His Royal Highness will attack the lord in some time, and what will follow is to go to the domain, it is better to eliminate the old and weak in the mansion, they can't withstand the long journey." Huang Anyu said.

Go to the domain!

Zhu Qiming was shocked in his heart, and after contemplating, he finally realized that his accession to the throne, Niu San and Aunt Fang, and their promotion or entitlement were put on hold, all because the emperor was undecided about whether and when to go to the domain!

How can a prince who takes the throne have any reason to live in Beijing for a long time? If you are lucky, you may go to the rich Jiangnan, which is called Quzhou Mansion; If there is anything wrong with him, he may be sent to a bitter cold land to be a king of the Saiwai domain.

However, Zhu Qiming did not want to go to the domain, at least not for a few years. Before the big thing is over, how can you just walk away!

How important is the will at this time! Fortunately, he made the right move, and saw that the Holy Grace was beckoning to him.

Besides, isn't there still Fu'an Palace? How could Fu'an Palace sit back and watch itself become the pioneer of King Yu!

went up to the verandah, stopped for a while, and vaguely remembered the thunderstorm night in the tenth year of Xuande, when the lightning reflected a bearded face······

Passing through the hall and entering the inner courtyard, a group of grandmothers and maids greeted him and surrounded him into Changchun Palace. Browse silently in the concubine's bedroom. A curtain, a curtain, a case, all bring heartbreaking feelings everywhere you touch.

The palace maid came to greet her, and the palace maid said with red eyes: "During the last memorial service, His Royal Highness was too sad, and the slaves and maids couldn't bear to be careful. A whimper, tears scattered, "Your Highness, Niang Niang thinks so hard about His Highness!" For more than three years, Niangniang has sewed clothes for His Royal Highness, more than 100 sets of clothes, and Niangniang doesn't know how many needles and holes have been pierced in her hands! Before her martyrdom, how could her mother be willing to leave Her Royal Highness? repeatedly shouted His Royal Highness's name, tears dried up, and her voice was hoarse, how reluctant the mother should be in her heart! Woowoo woo ······"

Zhu Qiming trembled, turned around and ran out, tears already running in his eyes.

With teary eyes, he rushed to the martial arts training ground, lay down in the grass, and hollowed out the tear ducts that had just bulged again.

After a long time, he finally stood up, greeted the yellow leaves that had drifted all the way, and walked towards the verandah, his eyes slightly swollen, but his face was resolute.

A young orphan with a burden heavier than a mountain on his shoulders, perseverance is the norm, and fragility is an excessive luxury that cannot be beared!

After all, he has to go back to the Forbidden City, and in the place where the former dynasty and the harem meet in the stormy and stormy places, there will be all kinds of people waiting for him, whether it is a god or a man, whether it is a demon or a ghost, he always has to deal with it, and he will always roll up a hurricane. He had no choice, either to be swept to the ends of the earth by the hurricane on the temple, or to use his divine power to stir up the Jinghua storm!

Zhu Qiming left Yuefu, and then returned to the Forbidden City through the noon gate.

None of the guards embarrassed him along the way. If the son has not yet got married today, there are no young concubines in the palace, so Zhu Qiming and Zhu Qiyu, the king of the servants, can still move around freely here, but there are not many days left to enter and exit without prohibition.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

As soon as they arrived near the Qianqing Gate, Mao Gui and Wang Qing ran over panting, saluting Zhu Qiming from left to right.

"Little one is really fortunate to meet His Highness here! His Royal Highness made a high-level discussion yesterday and spread all over the inner chamberlain, and hundreds of people gathered in one place to discuss it for most of the night. ”

"Well, everyone is on His Highness's side."

What happened to the courtiers in Confucianism? Thinking that Chengzu opened an inner school to eliminate illiteracy for the inner servants, a large number of knowledge-based eunuchs were swept out, and these scholar-type eunuchs were still in the middle of the fun at this time, Zhu Qiming couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Qi Ming, it's a big deal!"

Zhu Qiyu, the king of servants, hurriedly ran over, with an excited face. "After Bachelor Huang went back, he was angry, and he was going to call a few people to find Lu Xi to debate with you, but as soon as the matter spread, the Hanlin Academy took the lead in blowing up the pot, and the officials of the Sixth Ministry, the Metropolitan Inspection Yuan, Dali Temple, and the General Administration Department had no intention of taking care of government affairs, and gathered everywhere to quarrel, and finally ······ In the end, no one wanted to mention it again, for fear that it would become darker and darker, and that they would be disrespectful to the saints, and they just wanted to press it as if it had never happened. Hey, hey, Qi Ming, you can make Mr. Huang lose face! ”

Look at the excitement on King Yu's body, how much hatred should there be for Master Huang! Thinking that he studied hard every day in the palace, he must have been choked by the ink in Mr. Huang's stomach.

"Ahem!"

Zhu Qizhen walked slowly, and Mao Gui and Wang Qing hurriedly avoided into the distance.

Zhu Qizhen was still expressionless, but finally looked at Zhu Qiming very seriously.

The thirteen-year-old Son of Heaven had entered a period of rebellion, and he was tired of the endless feasts and lectures. He wasn't disgusted with Confucianism per se, nor was he disrespectful to saints, he was just fed up with the chatter of those who had learned a lot!

After those people drank the flower wine and married the concubine, they turned around and preached to him seriously, teaching him to be a virtuous benevolent monarch, just to put the ideological shackles on him before he became an adult, so that he could become a nodding emperor who followed the advice in the future.

He hates being fettered!

Zhu Qiming completed the resistance that he was inconvenient and unable to complete on his behalf - embarrassing the well-educated, which made his heart feel free.

This Qi Ming is a bit interesting!

Zhu Qizhen followed a group of ministers to learn how to show the unfathomable demeanor of the Son of Heaven, but after completing the study, he couldn't get used to seeing the inconspicuous expressions on the faces of the ministers. He thought that only the Son of Heaven in the world could not be seen through, and all other people must be able to be seen through by the Son of Heaven!

This Qi Ming, after all, is young and reckless, and it seems that he can be seen through!

Zhu Qizhen was afraid of the empress dowager in the palace, as well as his mother-in-law and concubine to put pressure on him, and Zhu Qiming obviously did not instigate the empress dowager to put pressure on him, the son of heaven.

This Qi Ming is quite interesting!

However, the distance is not so easy to get closer. After pondering for a long time, Zhu Qizhen said lightly: "I heard that Lu Xicai is outstanding in learning, and he may wish to let him come to give a lecture at the banquet in the palace in the future." ”

Isn't he still a strict teacher? Zhu Qiyu on the side scratched his head.

Zhu Qiming smiled stupidly, but in his heart he was carefully figuring out the meaning of Zhu Qizhen's words.