Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Emperor Is Not Good at Fishing
This toss did not stop for half an hour, and there was a trace of sweetness mixed with sweat in the air.
The tired woman was a little dazed, and her tender jade fingers rubbed her somewhat dazed eyes.
"Hiss......"
Queen Qian's eyes gradually became clearer, her pretty face climbed up the fiery clouds, and it took a long time for her to calm down, and her face was full of laziness.
"Queen's ......"
Zhu Qizhen's paws poked in, not at all restless.
"Your Majesty......"
Queen Qian said coquettishly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhu Qizhen asked knowingly.
After all, Queen Qian was thin-skinned and defeated.
Thinking of the scene of Meng Lang just now, His Majesty dared to kiss anywhere, which made her feel extremely sore, and now she can only be weak.
"Your Majesty, it seems that you ...... to that Wan Zhen'er just now"
It's not that she's sensitive, it's just that Zhu Qizhen is too abnormal.
An emperor disposes of a palace maid, it takes a lot of effort.
Either take it or kill it, it's just a matter of one sentence.
"Does the Queen think it's appropriate to mention her now?
I have my own plans, and it's a good thing to put her in Zhou's place. ”
Zhu Qizhen didn't plan to explain too much, he had already eaten the marrow.
He felt ......
The blush had not yet dissipated, and Queen Qian's face was very red again.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty......"
Queen Qian shouted in a low voice.
She's really tired.
Zhu Qizhen's return made her completely relaxed, and her heart was all open, although she was shy, her eyes were reluctant to leave the person in front of her for a moment.
Zhu Qizhen looked at the beautiful woman who didn't know whether she was asleep or fainted, and her side face and ears were still red.
I slept this night, when the fish belly was white the next day.
When Queen Qian regained her clarity the next day, she looked at the clothes scattered all over the place, and her body was a little purple, and her face became red and white......
"What a rival, I don't know where I learned those ...... Shame on ......"
Last night, she also half-pushed and half-relied on His Majesty, and let you pick it.
Queen Qian didn't dare to let the palace maid come in to serve, after all, this was inconsistent with the queen's identity......
Lying on the ground barefoot, he was a little unsteady for a while, and almost fell, but was supported by Zhu Qizhen, who woke up behind him, and his face was rubbed ......
When I turned my face, I saw Zhu Qizhen smiling......
After Mingjin withdrew his troops, Zhu Qizhen ushered in a beautiful morning refreshed.
Queen Qian, who was already tired and couldn't be tired anymore, squinted her eyes, thinking about sleeping again.
What he said to Zhu Qizhen was just a mechanical nod, thinking about sending it away as soon as possible, and he didn't know what Zhu Qizhen said at all.
When he arrived at the Wenhua Palace, Jin Ying was waiting here early.
The court meeting is not every day, Zhu Qizhen is not Taizu, three dynasties a day, so you can't die of exhaustion?
"The old slave has seen Your Majesty".
Zhu Qizhen chuckled and nodded.
"Have you prepared yesterday's decree?"
Jin Ying didn't dare to slack off: "Back to Your Majesty, yesterday the celebrant had already drafted the holy decree, so he waited for the seal to be handed to the outer court." ”
"Well, that's good."
Zhu Qizhen praised him verbally.
Then, I picked up a red pen and smeared it on rice paper. After a while, Zhu Qizhen stopped writing and said: "Jin Ying, I will explain you again, and when you go back to the military battle, let them build this thing for me, it must be fast." ”
"Yes, the old slave will do it."
Jin Ying carefully put it in his hand, and walked out of the Wenhua Hall without stopping, not daring to delay for a moment.
As for whether he can make a hot air balloon, Zhu Qizhen is not worried at all.
After all, the one that can be made in Warat, not to mention the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Qizhen began the day's routine work as emperor.
There are not a few books of music, Zhu Qizhen's eyes are dazzled, his hands are numb, and his waist is sore, and this morning's life is like two people.
Looking at the thick pile of movements, Zhu Qizhen's head was big.
Even if the cabinet makes a note, but so many add up, wearing red is also a big errand.
He wants to touch the fish, he wants to touch the fish......
But this fish can't be touched yet.
These things, except for him, the emperor, can deal with them, and others really don't dare to call the shots.
And everything must not be sloppy, it must be considered again and again.
If you are not sure, you have to ask Jin Ying.
If you can't make a decision, you have to invite the ministers and the ministers to discuss it together.
After all, if this red pen is lightly hooked and falls below, it is the life and death of countless small people.
When you are an emperor, you will suffer here.
If you're lazy, you'll lose power.
At that time, either there were powerful ministers or eunuchs.
But if he is conscientious, Zhu Qizhen is afraid that he will die suddenly.
Power, wonderful and hard.
In today's recital, there are many of them, all of whom are the officials of the Sixth Department of Science and Daoyan and the Imperial History of the Imperial Procuratorate of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court of the Ministry of Impeachment of Yang Shan, saying that in the thirteenth year of orthodoxy, he attached himself to Wang Zhen and rebelled against the party and framed Zhao Min in Langzhong.
It's weird, it happened a few years ago, why do you take it out today?
And it has been a few days since Wang Zhen fell, so why do you mention it today for no reason.
Zhu Qizhen asked Jin Ying, and Jin Ying told the reason.
This Yang Shan is Wang Zhi's protégé.
Zhu Qizhen suddenly realized.
These imperial historians are impeaching, which is clearly throwing stones to ask for directions and test my attitude.
Zhu Qizhen knew that these people were the tongues of some big people behind him who were inconvenient to show up.
The king fell straight, and some people were even more impatient than him, wanting to liquidate the royal party and ...... in the court The Servant Party.
After all, there is a pit for a turnip, and there will always be more radishes for officials than for a pit.
"Jin Ying, in the future, there will be this kind of music in everything, and there is no need to hand it over to me, all of them will be left in the middle and not sent."
"Yes".
"No, Xu Hui's exception".
Zhu Qizhen thought about it and added.
"The old slave understands".
When these are finished, Zhu Qizhen will be haggard, and the soles of his feet will be oiled, and he will slip away.
When I arrived at Kunning Palace, there were warblers and swallows here, so it was not lively.
Except for Empress Dowager Sun, Queen Qian, and Concubine Wu Xian, the rest are all Zhu Qizhen's concubines.
When these concubines saw Zhu Qizhen, they all took on the makeup they were crying for, and they all pounced on them.
Among them, Zhou Guifei is the leader.
She was one of His Majesty's favorite concubines before, and gave birth to the eldest son of the emperor and the princess of Chongqing, which made great contributions to the royal family.
In addition, the eldest son of the emperor has become the crown prince, relying on the identity of the prince's biological mother, it is natural that the tide is rising, and in the palace, he is only the queen of the queen.
Among them, as an embarrassment, it is Concubine Wu Xian.
I don't know if the Empress Dowager Sun intentionally or unintentionally, the news that His Majesty would put King Yu under house arrest as soon as he returned to the palace reached the ears of Concubine Wu Xian early.
She recited the Buddhist scriptures all night last night, but she was still restless and panicked.