The smoke and rain lock the palace city, and everything returns to the unreal. There was a damp smell in the air, and wisps of cinnamon were in the air.

Zhu Qiming lowered his head, held an umbrella, and walked silently alone along the palace road that was not unfamiliar. Dozens of zhang away from Xianxi Palace, I saw a chamberlain brave the rain to greet him, and the man looked at Zhu Qiming's princely clothes very carefully, and then lowered his body to see half of the face under the umbrella.

"See His Royal Highness King Yue! The little slave is Wei Jiang, the head of Xianxi Palace, and the queen mother has been waiting for Her Royal Highness for a long time. ”

Zhu Qiming raised his umbrella, opened his vision, and his eyes fell on the waiter named Wei Jiang. This is a young face, judging by his age, he should be in his early twenties, if it weren't for the official clothes that revealed his identity, with his appearance, he was comparable to the elegant talents of Beijing.

For slaves and servants, Xianxi Palace is like an ominous place, Meizi died, Mao Gui and Wang Qing died, and even the female Zhuge Honglian was almost killed. I don't know what the fate of this Wei Jiang will be?

Zhu Qiming put away the distracting thoughts in his mind, lowered his umbrella again, and walked quickly to Xianxi Palace.

"This king looks at your face, could it be that you are new?"

Wei Jiang's face was drenched in the drizzle, and even there were raindrops hanging on his eyebrows, "The little slave entered the Xianxi Palace on an errand in the fifth year of orthodoxy, and I occasionally heard Aunt Hongli mention His Royal Highness, and the little slave was also fortunate to have seen His Highness." But the little slave is always not on duty next to the Queen Mother, perhaps because of this, His Royal Highness feels that the little slave is raw. ”

Red knotweed? Zhu Qiming seemed to be touched by some mysterious power, pondered for a moment, and raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of Xianxi Palace in front of him.

"Do you still have a relationship with Red Knotweed?"

Wei Jiang shook his head, "Aunt Hongli doesn't let the little slave associate with her, so since the emperor gave her marriage, the little slave has never seen her aunt's face again." ”

As soon as the waiter in front of the door saw Zhu Qiming, he immediately rushed into the interior to report. Zhu Qiming stepped into the door, and Wei Jiang came over quickly to take the umbrella in his hand.

Surrounded by a group of palace maids, the queen mother trotted out of the inner room almost in broken steps, and stopped only a few feet away from Zhu Qiming. Her face was still stained with the traces of time, slightly old, and the expression between her eyebrows and eyes was a little haggard.

"Qi Ming, the king of Chenyue, knocked on the Queen Mother, and respectfully invited the Queen Mother Sheng'an!"

The queen mother's eyes moved, her eyes changed from bright to dark, and her mouth was grinning, and she hid her face and cried. Two palace maids helped the queen mother to return to her seat.

After a long time, the queen mother realized that Zhu Qiming was still holding the courtesy, so she hurriedly put away her tears, "Hurry up and give a seat." ”

Two palace maids brought a chair, and as soon as Zhu Qiming sat down, an elderly palace maid came over to serve tea, looking at her outfit, it can be seen that she is the palace maid in charge, and she is a little kind, but Zhu Qiming can't remember her name.

"If you are not in the capital, the mourning family will no longer have the interest of tea? These teas are probably still last year's autumn tea. ”

The queen mother's tone was full of loneliness and vicissitudes, and when Zhu Qiming heard this, his heart was inexplicably rippling.

The queen mother stared at the door, waved her hand gently, and the attendants and maids in the hall all retreated.

The hall was silent, only the sound of rain outside the door kept ringing, adding a bit of melancholy to the main hall under the candlelight.

"Can you save the emperor?"

Zhu Qiming slowly turned his head to look out of the door. A drop of rain on the eaves shook and fell with a "click", stirring up a splash in the ditch.

"No matter how much money is given to the emperor, it will only make him more insatiable, coercing the Son of Heaven to order his ministers, within three years, these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains may all belong to Wara, and even if the descendants of the Zhu family do not end up with the end of 'Jingkang's shame', they will have nowhere to hide! If you want to save the emperor, there is only one way to go, and that is to break his mind and defeat the Tartar thief in one fell swoop! Warat will be poor if he leaves the mutual market with the Ming Dynasty, so he defeated the Tartar thieves, and there was no way out first, so he could only return it to the emperor without any price, and then make peace. ”

"Break your thoughts? In this way, the only way for the imperial court to support Changjun as soon as possible is to go? The Empress Dowager's expression was gloomy, "The British Duke Zhang Fu is dead, Wang Zhen is dead, Shangshu Wang Zuo and Kuang Wei are dead, so many dukes, marquis, concubines, captains, uncles and internal and external officials are also dead, and everyone is dead, and a group of people in the court are still holding on to them, wanting to talk about their crimes, this is not insinuation, what is it that sin against their ministers instead of their kings?" ”

Zhu Qiming raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but saw that in the misty smoke and rain, patches of trees were exposed with bare branches, and both sides of the palace road were covered with thick rotten leaves.

"Justice is at ease in people's hearts! For many years, many people in the DPRK and China are accustomed to whitewashing the peace, but in vain about internal and external troubles, and finally caused chaos in the south of the Yangtze River, using the national strength accumulated by their ancestors for internal friction, and suffering the humiliation of Wara for more than ten years. However, hundreds of thousands of elite divisions were wiped out in less than three days, which was a fiasco that I had never seen in China, and it was a great shame! If it weren't for the corruption and mediocrity of the important ministers of the DPRK and the central government, how could the great country have fallen to this! ”

There was despair in the queen mother's eyes, "But the emperor is a benevolent and virtuous king!" ”

What can we do with a benevolent heart? If you don't have the courage to give up on me, if you don't take drastic measures to get rid of the evils of the times, and only know how to seek stability with power, no matter how beautiful the benevolent government falls on the heads of the people, it will turn into a harsh government! Zhu Qiming could only hide these words in his heart, and he had no intention of revealing the scars of the Son of Heaven who had become a prisoner.

The Queen Mother got up slowly, with a hint of stubbornness on her face, "The country has changed hands so much, it's really hard to agree to the mourning family!" ”

Zhu Qiming retracted his gaze and glanced at the Queen Mother, "The country is still the Zhu family." The minister thought that from now on, how to teach the crown prince who was in the prime of his youth, so that he could become a generation of Ming monarchs after inheriting the unification in the future, was the top priority that the queen mother should do. ”

The Empress Dowager was stunned, a bright light flashed in her eyes, and then she sat down in a daze, "The mourning family knows that you are like a mirror to the past of the year. Alas, in the final analysis, the emperor can't stand you, and he can't live with the Yuefu back then, but the emperor is kind-hearted and acts in a measured manner, not to mention that the mourning family has never had any malice towards you! If you want to support the Changjun, you can stay out of the matter and wait and see what happens. ”

Do not get involved? Is it possible! Zhu Qiming was silent for a long time. The Queen Mother's gaze over there became darker and darker.

There was no chamberlain on duty in front of the door, and at this time, I suddenly saw Xiao Lezi, the head of Fu'an Palace, walking straight in.

"The little slave knocks on the Queen Mother! See His Royal Highness King Yue. The Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager wanted to invite His Royal Highness King Yue to go to Fu'an Palace. ”

King Yu supervised the country, and Concubine Wu, who had been in obscurity for many years, finally became active, and openly sent people into Xianxi Palace to summon a prince in front of the queen mother, which means that the farce of the palace fight of the previous generation will be flooded with dregs again!

The queen mother on the seat was already so angry that her face turned pale.

Zhu Qiming stood up and glanced at Xiao Lezi indifferently, "This king is here just to ask the queen mother for peace, except for Xianxi Palace, it is inconvenient for this king to go to other places in the palace." ”

Xiao Lezi's eyes froze, and then he resigned slightly embarrassed.

The Empress Dowager's eyes were filled with tears, and she smiled sadly after a while, "Qi Ming, I will have lunch in Xianxi Palace today." ”