Chapter Forty-Seven: Jianwen Ministers

"Why, do the queen mother and the queen want to watch the full version of "The Stone"?" Zhu Yunwen said strangely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"If there is, even if it is crying to death, the mourning family is willing to taste it!" Empress Dowager Lu nodded solemnly.

"Hahaha, isn't that easy?" Zhu Yunwen laughed and said: "Wait for me to make a holy decree, let Uncle Songhuang sort out the "Stone Record" as soon as possible, and then send it to the palace, so that the queen mother can watch it all at once!" ”

Zhu Yunwen is not necessarily an emperor, but he is definitely a filial son.

"This ...... Isn't it too difficult for King Han? Queen Ma didn't say anything, but Empress Dowager Lu's face was a little hesitant.

"What's this?" Zhu Yunwen said indifferently: "Queen Mother, do you know that it only took two women an hour and a half to learn this paragraph of "The Story of Stones", which shows that Uncle Songhuang has already created this "Book of Stones". ”

"In this way, the emperor must not treat King Han badly!" Empress Dowager Lu nodded slightly.

"Queen Mother, don't worry!" Zhu Yunwen said with a smile: "If Uncle Songhuang can send the "Stone Record" as soon as possible, I will definitely reward him heavily!" ”

……

Zhu Song, who didn't know that his "Stone Record" had been transmitted to the palace, and had provoked the queen mother and queen to tears, went straight to sleep with his clothes after plotting with Ji Gang and Mu Su.

It didn't matter if I slept this time, I slept until noon the next day.

"Uncle Song, Uncle Song, wake up!"

I vaguely felt that someone was calling me Zhu Song, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was Zhu Huixuan.

"Stinky boy, you have a small kettle in your hand, what do you want to do?" Zhu Song rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw that Zhu Huixuan had already climbed onto the gum with a kettle the size of an adult's fist.

It seems that if Zhu Song doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid that this pot of water will be poured on his face.

"Smack!"

Squatting the small kettle on the edge of the bed, Zhu Huixuan puffed out his mouth and said: "Uncle Song, you can really sleep, it's almost noon now, if you don't wake up again, my aunt will come over and call someone in person." ”

"Huh? Did the princess ask you to come over? Zhu Song shook his head, woke up, and muttered: "This Xu Miaojin, you don't need to fight poetry today, she will have to preside over it, she has to tell me to get up, losers!" ”

"Na, Uncle Song, this is what my aunt told me to give to you after you wake up."

The little guy didn't care what Zhu Song was muttering, but brought a snack box from the table not far away.

"It's okay that Xu Miaojin has a little conscience, knowing that I must be hungry after I get up, I'll take a look." Zhu Song wiped his face, then picked up the wicker and dipped it in salt and rubbed his teeth, and then took the snack box.

Syllable!

Opening the box, Zhu Song took a look inside, only to find that there were any snacks in the box, but stacks of red or white posts.

"Hey, what's this?" Zhu Song threw away the lid, looked up at Zhu Huixuan, and said, "Stinky boy, what are these?" What about the dim sum, are they all eaten by your boy? ”

Zhu Huixuan had actually been staring at the snack box for a long time, and when he saw that it was full of posts, he couldn't help but show a disappointed look.

"Uncle Song, I haven't eaten it, this box has arrived in my hand, and I haven't opened it yet!" Zhu Huixuan hurriedly shook his head and continued: "Moreover, and I don't know what these things are!" ”

The little guy's literacy is only a recent thing, so even if he shows these posts, he can't understand them.

"Your Royal Highness, these are the prayer posts personally selected by the princess, and there are dozens of officials who want to visit Her Royal Highness's three or four grades, and these are all things that the princess thinks is not good to shirk!"

Yingxiang, who walked in with lunch, knew what these things were, "Your Highness, I also heard that those who came to deliver the prayer stickers had hundreds of taels of silver secretly rewarded to the maidservants alone!" ”

Zhu Song picked up a bowl of noodles and poked it with chopsticks, laughed, and said, "Then if you marry in the future, won't you need this king to prepare a dowry for you?" ”

"Your Highness, you will make fun of your servant!" The little girl blushed, and her head was about to hang down to her chest.

"Okay, okay, let's tell this king about today's poetry meeting!" Zhu Song knew that the little girl was thin-skinned, so he let him go.

"Your Highness, are you up?"

Just after Zhu Song's words landed, Xu Miaojin walked in from outside the house, and when she saw Zhu Song eating noodles with his head down, she said:

"Your Highness, there are many more celebrities, scholars, celebrities and talented women who came today than yesterday! One by one, they are clamoring to see you, if you don't get up again, I'm afraid that those talented people and talented women will turn the palace upside down! ”

"Well, that's that crazy?" Zhu Song raised his eyebrows disappreciatively and said.

"Your Highness, don't believe it!" Xu Miaojin sat on the chair and said: "Yesterday, your 'one song, one song, one love' has detonated Nanjing City, not only celebrities and scholars from all over the world, celebrities and talented women, but even those Confucianists around Long Live are here!" ”

"Long live the Minister?" Zhu Song picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, looked up at Xu Miaojin, and said, "Fang Xiaoru and Huang Zicheng are here?" ”

Although Fang Xiaoru's official position is only a doctor of literature, Huang Zicheng is a third-grade Taichang Siqing and a fifth-grade Hanlin bachelor, the highest is only Qi Tai, the secretary of the military department.

However, they were one of the main planners who suggested to Zhu Yunwen to cut the domain, so Jianwen regarded these people as close ministers, and many things that were inconvenient for him to come forward would let Huang Zicheng and them' do it.

"Yes, before the mansion opened in the early morning, these three adults were already waiting outside the gate of the mansion, and they can be said to be the first people to enter the mansion." Xu Miaojin said unhurriedly, "Originally, they wanted to come to see you, but I stopped them. ”

Hearing Xu Miaojin's words, Zhu Song's heart was a little angry:

It seems that Jinyiwei's intelligence work is still not good, these Jianwen ministers who went out of Beijing to rescue the soldiers have all returned, and Jinyiwei hasn't received the news yet, these Jinyiwei guards are all dry?

"Oh, these are all the ministers of our Ming Dynasty, and at least eighty percent of the celebrities and scholars who participated in the poetry meeting this time came from their disciples!" Zhu Song stretched his waist and said, "These adults are all masters who are not easy to serve!" ”

"You guessed it right this time! Listen to my two sisters, these adults are all prepared, and they are clearly coming for you! Xu Miaojin chuckled, feeling a sense of schadenfreude.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Song laughed disdainfully: "It's just a few stubborn Confucians, since this king can overwhelm the crowd with a piece of "Stone Records", how can he be afraid of a few sour Confucians?" ”

Xu Miaojin's brows furrowed slightly, this His Royal Highness King Han was still so annoying, he was so arrogant, and he didn't take Huang Zicheng and Fang Xiaoru in his eyes at all.

You must know that among these people, in addition to the Confucian scholars who read poetry and books, there is also a Qi Tai, who was the secretary of the military department at the time, who is not only a sour and rotten talent, but also a full reader of poetry and books, and is good at all six arts.

Xu Miaojin originally wanted to persuade Zhu Song out of sympathy, but then he thought that this arrogant guy should be taught a lesson, so he simply stopped talking.

"Oh no, no, Uncle Song, it's time to fight!"

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji ran into Zhu Song's room in a panic and shouted loudly.

"What are you calling nonsense, boy?" Zhu Song twisted his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Zhanji, and said, "Why did you start fighting?" ”

The little guy wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Uncle Song, let's go to the pavilion and have a look, Xie Zhenying's big brother and a fat uncle are shouting!" ”

"Huh?" Zhu Song stood up and said: "Xie Zhen should be polite and courteous, many of the scholars and talented women who participated in the poetry meeting yesterday are Xie Zhenying's friends, such a popularity, how can anyone quarrel with him?" ”

"That fat uncle said that Uncle Song's "Stone Record" is full of love and love, and it is a beautiful sound, and he also said that he wants to play long live, please condemn you!"

When speaking of this, Zhu Zhanji deliberately paused:

"Big brother Xie Zhenying thinks that Uncle Fat is making trouble unreasonably, so the two of them quarreled, and now the people in the garden are arguing, if you don't take a look, I'm afraid that the two sides will really fight!"