No wonder everyone is surprised, since Zhang Juzheng died and Feng Bao fell, Zhu Yijun is like a fledgling who broke free from the cage, not only is everything arbitrary, but also stubborn.

What is the reason for this shift? None of those present could speak clearly.

Zhu Yijun was very satisfied with everyone's performance, and he suddenly said mischievously: "Let everyone kneel and stand for so long, the ministers are also tired, right?" The congratulatory tables will not be handed over one by one, and will be handed over to the official Chen Ju, and go home early to rest! ”

"Huh?" Silently, he shattered his glasses.

"Scatter!" Zhu Yijun was already annoyed by this complicated ceremony, and now he grabbed the pigtails of the Wenchen who liked to find trouble the most, if he didn't make good use of it, it would be a strange thing, and he said that he would disperse the dynasty, regardless of the reaction of the civil and military forces, he turned around and went to the palace of His Majesty, and simply fled through the back door.

"Your Majesty-" Wei Yunzhen shouted at the top of his voice, and was glared at fiercely by Shen Shixing: "Don't shout, if you don't follow the routine, why would Your Majesty leave halfway?" Step aside! ”

There has never been a precedent for the courtesy ceremony, oh, you courtiers can be uncontrollable, why do I have to be put on the platform by you when I leave halfway?

This is Zhu Yijun's abacus, knowing that his actions are not in accordance with the rules, but the ministers who are talking about the words of the saints all day long have no choice, and the sight of looking at Wei Yunzhen and others has also become complicated from the initial admiration.

A good pilgrimage ceremony was not happy, no, at least Zhu Yijun was very happy - in this empire that belonged to him, with literati managing hundreds of millions of Li Shu, if all the problems had to be brought to the court for review and analysis, it would naturally not be possible. Therefore, at the beginning of his succession, he was told the importance of etiquette, as long as everything is followed, the officials can follow the order, the upper and lower order, and the people submit.

He was familiar with all kinds of etiquette, but he was a young man after all, and he could not have liked the elaborate rituals that were performed like puppets to be manipulated.

Finally put those people together! This is Zhu Yijun's true thoughts at the moment. However, the first time he "didn't follow the rules", in addition to the positive emotions that made him novel and excited, it was inevitable that he was also mixed with some worries, so he didn't dare to go back to the Qianqing Palace, and naturally he didn't dare to go to Ciqing Palace.

"Long live Lord, ...... are you?" Seeing that Zhu Yijun, who was supposed to participate in the Chaohe ceremony, suddenly appeared at the door, Chen Mo was startled.

"I have played him every time," Zhu Yijun smiled like a child, sat on the chair that Chen Mo brought him, and frowned at the end of the year while talking about what happened in time: "The chair is too cold, don't you know how to get me a cushion?" ”

"Long live the mighty lord!" Chen Mo smiled and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Yijun, and spread his hands: "I came back last night and fell asleep, and the slave didn't care about asking for a mat, otherwise, Long live the lord should go to the house and sit on the kang, it's warm." ”

Chen Mo is Chen Ju's righteous son, seeing that he is going to make another great contribution, Chen Ju has a natural blue eye, and gave him the single courtyard in the backyard that Feng Bao used as a study.

Started tossing in the middle of the night, Zhu Yijun had been hungry for a long time with his chest on his back, sent Chen You to get something to eat, followed Chen Mo to the east room, took off his shoes and went to the kang, still couldn't hide his excitement, and asked Chen Mo: "Shaoyan, you say, if today's few Taoist officials who have no monarch father see me flying into the sky with your big Kong Ming lantern, what will they think?" Do you dare to blame the fire in the Fengxian Hall to my virtue? ”

"What do you say?" Chen Mo didn't answer the rhetorical question, sat next to Zhu Yijun to the kang head, and said: "It's a pity that the time is too tight, otherwise, make a dragon-shaped big Kong Ming lantern, put it in the lamp market, long live the Lord sit in it, don't fly too high, and say a few words to the people who go to the lantern festival underground, tsk, that effect, the minister dares to guarantee that the absolute black pressure will be overwhelming, and no matter how many rumors there are, it will be self-defeating." At that time, not to mention playing Jianzhou right guard, you can hit wherever you want, it is definitely a wave of your arms, and the world will follow! ”

"Let's settle for the second, the dragon-shaped Kong Ming Lantern will be talked about in the future, I am already very satisfied with you now...... How did you think you came up with this, stinky boy? I'm not afraid of your jokes, I didn't sleep all night last night, and when I closed my eyes, it was the scene of all the people kneeling, and when I was young, I was not as eager for the eighth day of the new year as I am now......"

More than 200 years of the Ming Dynasty, the emperors of all dynasties attach great importance to the Shangyuan Festival, after the ancestor moved the capital to Beijing, the spacious street between the Donghua Gate, the Ten Wangfu and the Lighting Workshop is opened up to the lamp market, the east and west are up to two miles, starting from the eighth day of the first month, reaching the high dynasty on the fifteenth, ending on the eighteenth, the lanterns every night, the fireworks shine all night, the drum music and juggling are noisy for a long time. "The rich and the poor return each other, the rich and the poor trade, the characters are all together, the women wear white silk shirts and walk in line, the rich light four nights, the poor light three nights......" is the most lively time of the year, the people of the capital.

Chen Mo hadn't comprehended such a grand occasion yet, so he only got a glimpse of it from the historical records, and smiled when he heard it: "Long live the lord, don't worry, the ministers have prepared a proper post for you...... By the way, Lao Zhao and Lao Liu, who helped the ministers over there, are more experienced, or you will make a will, let them go into Beijing to help us, the people here in the capital are not familiar with the big Kong Ming lantern, and it is inevitable that something will go wrong......"

"Okay, you write your name to me when you go back, and I will make an order when I go back!"

Zhu Yijun agreed to Chen Mo's request very simply, suddenly smiled and lowered his voice: "Have you seen Siqi?" ”

When Chen Mo heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he shook his head: "Let's go to Ciqing Palace this morning to say goodbye to my mother, Siqi didn't enter the palace at all." We had the heart to go to Zhang's Mansion to find him, but unfortunately ......" muttered in my heart: If you hadn't beaten the mandarin ducks and pulled the red line indiscriminately, why would Lao Tzu be so suffocating?

Zhu Yijun knew why Zhang Whale was embarrassed by Chen Mo everywhere, and he was really ashamed of this matter, seeing Chen Moshuang's eggplant-like appearance, he didn't know how to comfort him, and he regretted that he was too extreme at the beginning.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, Zhu Yijun regretted mentioning this topic a little, held it for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "Don't worry, Siqi has affection for you, and she is not afraid to die in order to save you, now I know that you have made such a great contribution, I will definitely give her to you, my face is hot for a while, and I will see you sooner or later." ”

Zhu Yijun didn't realize it, but the "given to you" stung Chen Mo's ears. He had already learned from Chen You's mouth about what Zhu Yijun gave to Siqi Panlongpei, and the heart he had been carrying it was put down, and his hatred for Zhu Yijun disappeared, but at this moment, he became uncomfortable again.

But what if it's uncomfortable? Thinking about the identity of the other party, he was relieved again. People are noble for the Ninety-Five Supreme, the world is everyone's, and I am taking Siqi as a treasure here, in the eyes of others, it is just an item that can hit the enemy or reward the heroes.

"I hope so, or what else?" He was suddenly a little lost, a pun, but unfortunately, Zhu Yijun didn't hear it.