Although it was already dark, the Beigong telegraph office was still brightly lit.

The person in charge of the telegraph office was complete, staring at two bloodshot eyes, constantly flipping through one deciphered telegram after another, and then handed it to the secretary behind him, asking them to sort it out and distribute it to the six ministries and nine secretaries in the capital, as well as the cabinet and other institutions.

Generally speaking, as long as it doesn't involve the telegram of the emperor's grandson, he doesn't have to pay attention to it, and naturally there are deputies to help him deal with it.

It's just that he knows his identity, and he also knows how many people are staring at his position, and he doesn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so he will bow down to everything.

After all, his brother Qi Tai can help him for a while, but he can't help him for a lifetime. He is not from the right path of the imperial examination, but he is just a prisoner of the country, and he is really fortunate to be in charge of such an important department.

As he finished his work, he heard the office bell ring eleven.

"Is it time?"

"Back to Master Qi, it's just the beginning of the hour!"

"Tell everyone, put down the work at hand, and I'll invite you to have supper today!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire office burst into cheers.

"Master Qi is mighty!"

"Qi Bachelor Atmosphere!"

"Master Qi, I want to eat crystal elbows, can you arrange it, hahaha......"

Hearing this, he went back angrily.

"I'm not bad for money, the key is that the restaurant outside doesn't wait for you!"

"The conditions of our Beigong are simple, what do you have to eat in the kitchen, as for the crystal elbow, when we rest, I will invite you alone!"

"Okay!"

"It has to be Master Qi, and it's never ambiguous to invite guests to dinner!"

The condition of the imperial dining room in the North Palace cannot be said to be very poor, but it is indeed a bit shabby compared to the imperial dining room of the Imperial Palace.

Even so, they still put out more than a dozen dishes, plus staple foods such as noodle soup and porridge, to feed the people at the power office.

These people are indeed hungry, they are busy working day and night, and they are already so hungry that their chests are close to their backs, and when they see the food served, they are like hungry tigers pounced on food, and it didn't take long for the rice basin to bottom.

"Colleagues, let's hold on for a few more days, and when the imperial grandson comes back, we won't be so busy!"

"Don't worry, Master Qi, we understand!"

"Hey, why do you have whole preserved eggs in your bowl, hurry up and divide half of me!"

"No difference!"

"I brought it from home myself!"

"Fart!"

"We've been confined here for half a month, when are you going to go home?"

"Grandpa Xu, if you are so foolish again, we can tell the imperial grandson and let the imperial grandson detain your grandson's money!"

Xu Xingzu had already retired, but he couldn't stay idle, so he went to Zhu Yunxi's North Palace to retire.

Usually he doesn't cook, only at night when he can't sleep, he will sort out some meals for this group of night owls, and exercise his body.

However, his son and grandson were both reused, the son was the head of the palace dining room, and the grandson was the head of the North Palace.

When Xu Xingzu heard this threat, he immediately pretended to be angry.

"It's just you kid who has a lot to do!"

"We still have half a preserved egg here, hurry up and shut your mouth!"

"Okay!"

Xu Xingzu scooped half of the preserved egg into the man's bowl, picked up the spoon and knocked on the iron basin, and shouted to the Confucian students who had been drinking porridge for a week.

"If you haven't eaten enough, hurry up and serve dinner, we don't have much left here!"

Just as Xu Xingzu was carrying out the "disc" operation, he suddenly heard an old voice ringing in his ears.

"Get us a bowl!"

When Xu Xingzu heard this familiar voice, he looked back with a surprised face.

"The Emperor...... The Emperor? ”

Lao Zhu looked at this old guy with a smile, and saw that he was a lot older, and he could still move the rice bowl and wave the rice spoon, and he was sincerely happy for him.

"Hurry!"

"We're all hungry!"

"Oops!"

"The old slave will serve dinner to the emperor!"

Xu Xingzu quickly served Lao Zhu a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge, this is still the recipe he learned from Zhu Yunxi, and he found that the taste was not bad for a while, and since then it has been out of control.

"Emperor, this is a way of eating invented by the young master, and the taste is quite good!"

Lao Zhu took a sip of the rice bowl, and couldn't help but click.

"It tastes really good, but should this preserved egg be chopped?"

"Look at the difference between you cutting this thing and putting it in it!"

Xu Xingzu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Aren't we getting old, our eyes are not good, and we are afraid that we will accidentally chop our hands......"

Lao Zhu Wenyan complained with a little pity.

"You're so old, you just need to leave some of the work to someone else, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Xu Xingzu rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Can't stay idle......"

"The old slave is the life of fatigue, let the old slave stay every day, that is the life of the old slave for miles, the old slave does not do miles, hehehe......"

"You, you......"

When Lao Zhu saw Xu Xingzu say this, he also had no choice but to ignore him anymore and concentrate on drinking porridge.

After a while, Lao Zhu finished drinking a bowl of porridge and only felt comfortable.

"Let's go!"

"Let's get down to business!"

Xu Xingzu asked curiously when he heard this.

"Emperor, you came here so late, but what happened?"

Lao Zhu shook his head with a smile.

"It's not a big deal, let's just see if the rebel grandson has filial piety!"

"Oh......"

Lao Zhu came to the edge of the kneeling on the ground and kicked the relational household with his foot.

"Find out our eldest grandson's telegram during this time!"

"Alas!"

"Wechen obeys!"

Quan Quan hurriedly got up and rummaged on the table for a while, but there were too many documents on his desk, and the telegrams from the thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of prefectures and counties, and overseas vassal states and other places had to be summarized to him, making her inundated with massive telegrams every day.

"Can you find it?"

Hearing Lao Zhu's impatient words, he panicked even more, and hurriedly dragged out a box from under the table.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson's telegrams are all here, what do you want to see?"

Lao Zhu was also dumbfounded when he saw a whole large box of telegrams, he knew that telegrams were such things, a telegram only had a few words, and some even only a few words.

From this, we can see how many telegram messages are contained in the large box of documents in front of us.

"Why are there so many?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's only the last month, if you count the whole year, you can fill Weichen's house."

"Oh?"

Lao Zhu stretched out his hand and pulled the complete bag aside, sat on the complete office chair, and picked up a handful of small notes from the box, looking at them one by one.

"On the ninth day of July, the Ningbo typhoon killed and injured 19 soldiers and civilians, and 327 houses collapsed!"

"On the 10th day of the seventh month, the merchant ship of Franc Ji docked and asked the government to assist in repairing the ship......"

"On July 21, the expansion of Quanzhou Port was completed......"

Lao Zhu looked at a few in succession and found that they were all trivial things, and he lost interest.

These things, even when he was the emperor, few people bothered him.

But he really wanted to know how the eldest grandson dealt with these trivial things, because governing the country often relies on the accumulation of these small things, and then the country can be governed.

"Why didn't you get an approval?"

"Back to Your Majesty, you can see the approval of the note in reverse......"

"Oh, it turns out that there are words on the back!"

Lao Zhu flipped over the note and looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a line of small words behind him to reply.

"The imperial grandson replied to the prefect of Ningbo to assist the villagers in repairing their houses and properly relocating the deceased, and the required silver taels were withdrawn from the state treasury and allocated by the local branch in Ningbo."

"When the imperial grandson returns to the prefect of Quanzhou, he can organize the villagers to assist him in repairing it, but the merchants need to pay the villagers' remuneration."

Lao Zhu looked at the two handling opinions, and couldn't help but bow slightly.

Although these two trivial things are placed on Da Ming, it is simply a small matter, but the rebel grandson still did not neglect it, but gave it a proper disposal, which shows that this rebel grandson is still quite diligent.

"Do you imperial grandsons even care about such trivial matters?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it doesn't matter about ordinary trivial matters, but when it comes to things involving the sea, the imperial grandson will bow down most of the time."

"Oooh......"

Lao Zhu grabbed a handful of notes again, and found that there were still some trivial things in the coastal areas and some deployments in the navy, and he suddenly lost interest.

"Didn't the rebel grandson ask us, the imperial grandfather?"

Hearing this, he hurriedly nodded.

"Yes, yes!"

"But about His Majesty's telegram is stored separately, please Your Majesty later!"

After saying this, he staggered away, pulling out a sandalwood box from the shelf.

"Your Majesty, everything about you is here."

Lao Zhu saw that the telegraph office had prepared a special box for himself, and his heart suddenly burst with joy, and he had a feeling of being valued for a long time.

"I can't see it, that rebel grandson still cares about our imperial grandfather!"

Complete hurriedly slapped a sycophant.

"Your Highness is very concerned about Your Majesty, and you have to ask three or five times a day."

"Really?"

Lao Zhu couldn't wait to open the box, only to see a stack of books inside, he picked up a book and opened it.

"Your Majesty, here is the date of the telegram, here is the telegram of the imperial grandson for questioning, and the last column is the content of the reply."

"Oooh......"

In fact, even if it is complete, Lao Zhu can understand it after a few more glances.

"August 20......"

"This was asked yesterday, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"This is indeed what the imperial grandson asked yesterday."

"Let's see what this rebel son asked!"

Lao Zhu's eyes were a little bad, and he took the notebook and looked at the light, only to see a line of small characters written on it in small letters.

"Which concubine is the imperial grandfather pampering today?"

As soon as Lao Zhu saw this question, his face darkened.

This rebel grandson is not good at making babies at home, why do you inquire about our private affairs!

However, when Lao Zhu saw the reply below, he was even more angry.

Because not only did it write the name of his favorite concubine, but it also wrote down when he was, where he was, and how long he tossed in the room!

"Qin Deshun, your grandmother wants to die!"

Hearing this, Qin Deshun hurriedly pounced and fell to his knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic and begging.

"The emperor is angry!"

"This is really not what the slave revealed......

"Who else but you!"

"The slave and maid really don't know, the slave and maid follow the emperor all day long, even if they want to reveal it, they don't have this opportunity!"

Seeing Qin Deshun say this, Lao Zhu couldn't help but look at Quanquan.

"Your name is complete, right?"

"Tell us who provided this information!"

Hearing this, he was also confused.

"Wechen doesn't know, Wechen is only responsible for recording, and others are responsible for delivering news."

"Who!"

"Su Peisheng in the palace!"

When Lao Zhu heard this, he suddenly looked confused, and turned his head to look at Qin Deshun on the side.

"Who is Su Peisheng?"

"If you dare to say that you don't know this time, we can't keep you!"

Hearing this, Qin Deshun hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Back to the emperor, Su Peisheng is a person in Concubine Hui's palace, and it is said that he is still close to Concubine Hui's ancestor, and he is quite trusted by Concubine Hui's mother......."

"Uh......"

As soon as Lao Zhu heard that it was related to Concubine Hui, his brain buzzed.

This mother-in-law is not easy to mess with, if she dares to touch her people, she dares to fight with herself!

"You are secretly looking for an opportunity to bring this big-mouthed dog to the Emperor's Mausoleum to guard the tomb!"

"Alas......"

"The slave maid should do her best, but she is afraid of alarming Concubine Hui Niangniang and provoking Concubine Hui Niangniang to come forward, then the slave and maid will not be able to do it......"

Lao Zhu glared at Qin Deshun, and then read it patiently, the next content was much more normal, and it was really the same as Qin Deshun said, every day he asked himself how much he ate and how much he slept, and from time to time he could see that the rebel Sun gave an order to the imperial dining room and the Tai Hospital, asking them to formulate health medicinal diets and recipes for themselves.

When Lao Zhu saw this, his gloomy mood improved a lot, and he was not even so angry when he was snooped on by that rebel grandson.

"Didn't you come today?"

"Back to Your Majesty, there are three today, and I haven't had time to sort it out yet, and Weichen plans to sort it out early tomorrow morning......"

"Bring it to us!"

"No!"

Quan hurriedly handed over the three telegrams, Lao Zhu looked at it quickly, and his face turned black again.

He finally knew where the fried kidney flower came from at night, and he dared to make it for himself by this rebel grandson who instructed the imperial dining room thousands of miles away!

and Hao Wenjie deliberately came to talk to him, it turned out that he was also at the behest of the rebel grandson to show his complexion!

What's even more annoying is that the above also replied, saying that his complexion is weak, and he shouldn't go to the harem within three days, so that the rebel grandson can rest assured.

Are we that weak?

I can't go to the harem for three days, let's go back in a while and go to Concubine Guo Hui to settle accounts and punish her severely!

Hum!

Lao Zhu was angry, but when he saw that his eldest grandson cared about him so much and secretly inquired about his physical condition every day, he was still very happy, and felt that he had finally seen the wrong person.

However, when Lao Zhu saw the last telegram, he suddenly muttered in his heart.

"Turn Grandma Guo, from now on, close the harem and prohibit the imperial grandfather from getting close to women!"

"Tell Hao Wenjie and others that the emergency room is ready around the clock, and be sure to pay attention to the body of the emperor's grandfather. If there is any change in the emperor's health, notify him by telegram immediately, and do not delay for a moment......"

"In addition, urge the Ministry of Industry to speed up the construction of the Xiaoling Underground Palace, and it must be completed before the end of the year!"

When Lao Zhu saw this telegram, his heart jumped for no reason.

What does this rebellious grandson mean, as if he calculated that something would happen to us, do you prepare for us in advance?

"What time is it now?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's the thirtieth year of Hongwu......"

Lao Zhu only felt stunned when he heard this.

"Thirty Years of Hongwu ......"

"Among the emperors of all dynasties, there are only a handful of them who have been able to hold the country for thirty years!"

"We can live for thirty years, and it's not a loss!"

Just when Lao Zhu was stunned, Zhu Yunxi, who was far away in Naturalization City, was also in a daze at the perpetual calendar.

Because according to the memory in his mind, Lao Zhu in another time and space died on the tenth day of the fifth month of the thirty-first year of Hongwu.

"Half a year!"

"There is only half a year left!"

(End of chapter)