Not long after lunch, Lu Zhong came.

Zhu Jianji got out of Queen Hang's arms and said to Zhu Qiyu: "Lao Zhu, then I'll let go of my hands and feet and do it, if there are too many dead people, you can wipe Lao Tzu's buttocks!" ”

Empress Hang glanced at her son and said angrily, "How can you speak to your father." ”

It's also weird.

Her son was always courteous in front of her.

But once I am with my husband, I am no bigger or smaller, the key is to look at my husband's smile, a little sweet, is it possible that the men of the old Zhu family get along with each other in this way?

Zhu Qiyu smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay if you burn down Cining Palace." ”

Lao Tzu owes you in his last life.

So carry the weight for you in this life.

Zhu Jianji's face was full of laughter.

Old witch, wait for me, this prince is a person who will be rewarded!

took Lu Zhong and went straight to Cining Palace.

After Zhu Jianji left, Zhu Qiyu got up and said to Queen Hang: "You go back to Kunning Palace, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Empress Hang immediately saluted and left.

Only then did Zhu Qiyu turn around, look at the historian in the corner of the Qianqing Palace, and asked with a gloomy gaze: "In addition to the records of the court today, can the records be recorded according to the truth on this side of the Qianqing Palace?" ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Taizu set up a living room and was responsible for living notes.

Hongwu was abolished in nine years.

In the fourteenth year of Hongwu, the post of living lang was restored, and it was abolished immediately.

So until now, there is no living note.

But there are historians.

Moreover, from Taizu to Jingtai, the historians of the Ming Dynasty were extremely conscientious, and the records were so detailed that they did not lose the living notes at all, and almost included all the words and deeds of the Son of Heaven.

On duty today is the historian Wei Nanfeng, the same Jinshi of Jingtai in the second year.

Originally idle in Hanlin Temple.

However, he wrote well, was recommended and served as a historian.

Hearing this, he said: "Not a word." ”

Zhu Qiyu was choked for a moment, and nodded at him angrily, "I heard that you have an ear disease recently, do you want to rest for a few days to take care of your body, or you can go to a place to experience and experience, and I hope to enter the center as soon as possible." ”

This is an olive branch.

Wei Nanfeng is also a fellow jinshi, how could he not understand the meaning of Zhu Qiyu's words, so he got up and saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty Longen, Weichen is not wrong." ”

Want me to change?

No way.

I recorded the conversation between your father and son today, word for word, and now I remember to revise it?

It's late!

Zhu Qiyu boiled angrily, pointed at Wei Nanfeng's nose, and almost shouted: "Take it to me." ”

Words do not speculate, flip the table.

Wei Nanfeng suddenly closed the booklet on the case file, with a resolute expression, "Your Majesty, the system is not compatible." ”

The Son of Heaven is not qualified to read it.

Zhu Qiyu was depressed, one head and two big, why did Lao Tzu choose such an iron-clad historian, he Li Shimin can change it, Lao Tzu can't see it?

Pedantic.

What's more, Taizong of this dynasty has also changed.

Why can't I get here?

Wei Nanfeng was helpless.

You can't belittle or even kill an upright official because of this, Zhu Qiyu can't do such a thing, if he does such a thing, he won't be forced to play with prostitutes every day to escape reality.

He said to Xing'an angrily: "Swing, Nangong!" ”

Son, dad did his best, it's not that he doesn't want to help you whitewash, but he really can't help it.

The historian's head is too iron.

But it's okay, Lao Tzu can't kill the historian Wei Nanfeng, there is still a lot of room for operation after you ascend the throne, you are so strong, modify a living note or something, it's not difficult, right?

When the time comes, the historian will not comply, you are so decisive, kill a few innocent heads, there is no pressure, right?

Not really......

Daddy helped you solve this matter in front of the throne.

It's a big deal to get people to set a fire!

Zhu Qiyu was puffing up and preparing to drive the South Palace.

Historian Wei Nanfeng hurriedly spread out the booklet, wrote the conversation between him and Zhu Qiyu meticulously, and then held the booklet and prepared to follow, Your Majesty is going to Nangong, such a major event, as a historian, must be recorded in detail.

Seeing this, Zhu Qiyu said angrily: "I went out to relax, what are you doing with me!" ”

Wei Nanfeng was expressionless, "Where the duty lies, even if you go to the Teaching Workshop Division, Your Majesty, Weichen must follow and record them one by one." ”

Zhu Qiyu looked up and sighed speechlessly.

Lao Tzu has cultivated some shit-like courtiers in the past few years.

Heart-piercing.

……

……

Imperial City East Garden, Hongqing Palace.

Zhu Qiyu got off the imperial chariot, glanced at it, and said to Xing'an beside him: "Someone cut down all the forests around Hongqing Palace!" ”

These trees make good shelter.

Maybe someone will use these trees to collude with the emperor in the South Palace.

Cut it first.

Xing'an immediately received the order and said to Li Min, a thousand households who followed him: "Li Qianhu, let someone do it, now." ”

His Majesty is in charge of the South Palace, and the golden gourd is guarded...... That is, the Han general of Jinyiwei, who was accompanied by hundreds of people, wanted to ensure the safety of His Majesty, so Li Min personally led the troops to be responsible for security.

Li Min immediately waved to Erlang behind him, "Go find a saw and rope." ”

Zhu Qiyu ignored these things.

came to the gate of Hongqing Palace and said to the soldiers guarding the door: "Open the door." ”

Squeak~

The heavy Hongqing Palace door slowly opened.

Zhu Qiyu glanced back at Xing'an.

Xing'an patted the sword on his waist, signaled the slave to know, and said to Li Min behind him: "Lead a few people and follow your majesty's side." ”

A few people are enough.

Even if the emperor breaks the jar and falls, but his physique can beat the Han general of the Jinyi Guard?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince called him the God of War of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just a joke.

Zhu Qiyu stepped into the gate and went straight to the main hall, and the golden gourd guards behind him were waiting for him.

Even the historian Wei Nanfeng became nervous.

When the two emperors meet each other and the brothers meet, I am afraid that there will be no peace.

It's hard to stain Nangong with blood today.

In front of the side hall, in a nursery, a middle-aged man who was full of vicissitudes of life and looked depressed was sitting on the stone table copying and pasting and practicing calligraphy, when he heard the voice, he raised his head and saw the person coming, his hand trembled, and the pen fell on the rice paper.

His eyes were frightened, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

It's been eight years.

It has been eight years since I returned to this familiar palace, and the younger brother who entered the palace at this moment is the first time in eight years that I have met each other.

He's coming......

Should I die?

This frightened and overwhelmed middle-aged man is the most speechless Baozong in the entire history of the Ming Dynasty, also known as the Ming God of War, the Son of Heaven, and the Wara International Students.

Zhu Qizhen!

His sideburns were a little gray, and his eyes were hollow except for panic.

Soulless.

Zhu Qiyu walked to the nursery, glanced at the stone table, and said expressionlessly: "Brother Huang is so Yaxing." ”

Zhu Qizhen was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

After Zhu Qiyu said the opening remarks, he found that he didn't know how to speak.

So there was silence.

When the two emperors met, it was said that Zhu Qiyu should salute the emperor, but Zhu Qiyu was the son of real power, and Zhu Qiyu had been pampered for a long time, and he couldn't pull his son to salute.

The two sat and stood together, looking at each other in the air.

The air froze.

The atmosphere was awkward.

After a long time, Zhu Qizhen said something sneeringly, but is it okay?

Zhu Qiyu bowed slightly, and shook his head again, "It's not good." ”

If you live for a day, I will never be good, but I don't know how to kill you, I wanted to give up my body and ask you to see my father with the notoriety of history, but my precious son jumped very much, and he wanted to do it.

That's up to him.

But no one knows, when no one is around, when I think of you and Yu Qian, I can't sleep at night.

Only the woman of the Sect Division can give me a moment of peace.