After the heat dissipates, the night of the Beijing Division, hugging the thin jacket, when it is not cold or dry, as soon as people are comfortable, their desires will also rise.

In Yikun Palace, Zhu Changluo, who is middle-aged, gasped and opened his eyelids slightly after completing a fairly hearty experience.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Li Guifei, who got up to bring him lotus seeds and red date soup, on the belly pocket wrapped in snowy skin, the embroidery was not ordinary flowers and birds, but a pair of men and women under the plantain in the courtyard, half-faded and embraced each other.

When Concubine Li Guifei was still Li Xuan's attendant, she was not small in courage and secretly hid a few volumes of Spring Palace pictures.

She would occasionally secretly take it out and tease Zhu Changxun, who was still the prince, so that her husband, who was terrified all day long, would get a short-term pleasure and stimulation.

Now, Concubine Li Guifei is only one step away from the queen of the world, but it is precisely this step that is more difficult than ascending to the sky because of the attitude of the great Ming Wenchen who is eager to die.

Concubine Li, who is not a lady in nature, was too lazy to whitewash her dignified appearance, and took out a little indulgence when she was sleeping with her.

It is the most affordable to be able to hang the appetite of the emperor's husband all the time.

Zhu Changluo is actually in private, it doesn't matter if this is the case, as long as Concubine Li continues to carry forward the style of smelting in the depths of Yikun Palace, and don't disturb the six palaces for a little trivial matter, she will still be his favorite concubine.

The Son of Heaven was in good spirits tonight, so he stared at his belly pocket and quipped, "You, as you get older, you love to play this kind of trick with me more, where did this thing come from?"

Li Guifei simply climbed onto the couch again, holding the bowl in one hand and lifting her belly pocket in the other: "Long live the lord, this is said to be the handwriting of Tang Yin in the four families of the Wu family, and someone asked a skillful craftsman to embroider the pocket. Guess who that person is?"

Zhu Changluo sucked a red date and said vaguely, "I'm too lazy to guess, you say."

Concubine Li pursed her lips: "It is the minister of the humerus who is held in the palm of his hand, the Zheng family, who was dedicated to the concubine when he entered the palace a few days ago. Long live the Lord can't imagine that such a serious person on weekdays has a case in his subordinates, that is, a small cloth embroidered with a picture of the Spring Palace, which is sold to the Taixi people by sea."

Zhu Changluo spit out the jujube core in Li Guifei's hand and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter much, the left and right are exchanged for silver, and some taxes are put on the household, so many mouths for her in Chongming, and some food, regardless of whether the embroidery on the cloth is a person or an animal." Besides, the Zheng family is very careful, and as soon as she is old this year, she handed over the business to her godbrother, and she also moved out of the Jingshi shop, lest the imperial history of Kedao jump out and say that she is also an official and a businessman, and what kind of system she has become."

Zhu Changluo's words were indifferent, and Concubine Li listened to it, but she suspected that her husband always looked at Zheng in his heart.

Li Guifei is so open-minded, no matter how good she is with Zheng Haizhu now, she is still afraid that she will have a male and female affair with the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven favored the concubine, so he pretended to be idle and said, "That's right, our Ming officials, how can there be fuel-efficient lamps. Zheng and Nalu Mansion musicians stealing chickens and dogs, they didn't play to Long Live Lord, right? The concubine also said that the Zheng family has been going on several times, and she really can't keep an empty bed, so it's not good to simply marry a musician, and you have to be unclear and unclear."

Li Guifei's original intention was to prick a needle, and portrayed Zheng Haizhu as a woman with extremely inappropriate morality, and it was just enough for the Son of Heaven to treat her as an eagle dog in state affairs, and never touch her in private.

I didn't want Zhu Changluo to hear this section, and his face showed a positive color.

"You persuade her, what will she say?"

"She? He is like a hob, and he is not stingy, saying that he just doesn't want to marry a woman."

"Oh, so if she's pregnant, she won't marry a musician?"

Li Guifei snorted lightly: "Speaking of this, it's even more interesting, the Zheng family asked the concubine what prescription the Tai Hospital has, she can avoid children, she doesn't want heirs, and she doesn't believe the medicines prescribed by Lang Zhong in the people." This Zheng family is really strange, how can there be a woman who doesn't want to have a doll, her heart, is it a stone? Long live the lord, the concubine doesn't know how to think about it, and give birth to a few more princes and princesses for the lord......

Concubine Li chattered, and Zhu Changluo no longer listened to her words, but in his heart, he had some plans.

The next day, after the Chang Dynasty, Zhu Changluo returned to the Qianqing Palace for lunch, and was about to go to Ciqing Palace to see the two brothers Prince and King Xin, when Cao Huachun suddenly ran in a hurry

Come, as soon as he entered the Xinuan Pavilion, he knelt down and began to wipe his tears.

"Wan, long live the lord, the prince and his father-in-law, probably not good."

Zhu Changluo got up suddenly: "I'll take a look!"

Eunuch Wang An, for Zhu Changluo, is no longer a house slave in the simple sense, but a companion in childhood, a guide in his youth, a dangerous expellor in his youth, and a stage helmsman after he ascended to the throne in middle age.

When the limit of the closest people finally came, Zhu Changluo forgot that he was an emperor, and he naturally wanted to see Wang Companion immediately.

Cao Huachun hurriedly got up to help Zhu Changluo, and said: "Long live the lord for a while, no matter how weak the prince is, he also remembers the ancestral etiquette, he ordered the slaves and maids to carry him to the Qianqing Palace, see, see the last face of the long live lord."

While speaking, there were already voices singing and reporting from the Qianqing Palace from the outside to the inside.

"Rub it off, hurry up and carry it into the pavilion!" Zhu Changluo ordered.

Shoulder-to-shoulder into the house, the two little fire-bearers hurriedly knelt down on one knee, so that the Son of Heaven could visit the dying person on his shoulder from the most appropriate angle.

Zhu Changluo stepped forward: "Wang accompaniment, Wang accompaniment......

He only shouted twice, and his eyes turned red.

Wang An has been tormented by more than half a year of illness and is as thin as wood, but there is still the last glimmer of light in a pair of eyes that are struggling to widen.

"Long live the lord, the slave is old, and the body is not angry, so you have to go first. Long live your sins."

Zhu Changluo said in a trembling voice: "Companion, it's my Tai Hospital, there are a bunch of waste!"

Wang An changed to a more affectionate title: "Brother, God is going to accept slaves and maids, brother, don't be angry with the imperial doctors, don't be sad, slaves and maids are now going to see the first emperor successively, and Wang Niangniang, it can be regarded as an explanation." But, but the slave and maid are still thinking about something, and they want to report to their brother."

Zhu Changluo said without hesitation: "Companion, I know, you can only rest assured of Cao Huachun, I also believe in him, the master of ceremonies will give it to him when I turn around."

Wang An shook his hand reluctantly, hissing for a while, before he said, "It's not the celebrant who is in charge. Zheng's family, Zheng Haizhu, came to see the slave maid at the beginning of the month, saying that she had a thought, and she didn't dare to mention it to the long-lived lord immediately, so she asked the slave maid first, whether it was appropriate. She wants to speak up, believe in the king, and take the daughter of Ma Xianglin and Zhang Fengyi as the main concubine."

Zhu Changluo was stunned.

Wang An had less breath than he had intake, and after saying the first few words, he had no strength, so he could only move his gaze to Cao Huachun.

Cao Huachun understood, and hurriedly bowed to Zhu Changluo and said, "On the day that Mrs. Zheng went to visit the princess, the slave and maid accompanied her, and I heard her very embarrassed, which means that over there in Daning Town, General Ma began to train the children of the clan sent by the Dai Domain, and she has a deep friendship with General Ma, and she also feels that the question of Xiong Shilang of the military department is reasonable. So, I came up with this idea."

When Zhu Changluo heard this, his sad expression was replaced by a deep expression.

When he was a grandfather, he assisted the Son of Heaven to fight the world, and most of them became royal in-laws. For example, Xu Da, two daughters, one married Zhu Di, the king of Yan, and the other married Zhu Gui, the acting king.

However, after the change of Ming Yingzong's civil fort, the status of military generals became lower and lower, and the princes rarely married the daughters of border generals, at most, they chose concubines among the twenty-four personal guards of the Son of Heaven.

"Brother," Wang An's hoarse voice sounded again, "The Zheng family, like the slave maid, has no bloodline, and she is more like a pure minister than many courtiers. What she said, the slave maid felt that it made sense."

"Yes, companion, I listen to you, listen to you." Zhu Changluo coaxed softly.

Wang An's eyelids drooped, his fingers shook weakly, and he muttered, "Carry away, quickly, carry away."

Cao Huachun understood that his godfather was afraid that he would be very unlucky in the Qianqing Palace, so he said to Zhu Changluo: "Long live the lord, the slave and maid will send the prince on his last journey."

When Zhu Changluo nodded, he ordered, "After you make arrangements, come back to me, and I will discuss this matter with you in detail."

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