Zhu Zhanyong didn't care about him, rode a horse back to Beijing from Dongyuan, and let Yang Ji walk back from Dongyuan.

When I returned to the capital,

It was almost curfew, and Yang Ji's face, body, and feet were purple and swollen, and the bruises that were beaten out made worse after a long time of hiking.

"Ji'er, dad has been waiting for you for a long time, come over for dinner." Yang Shiqi raised his head and glanced at his son in the courtyard, his face was serious, but his tone was concerned.

Yang Ji didn't continue to walk forward: "Dad let people ...... Bring it to my room. ”

After speaking, he walked to the left side of the courtyard, Yang Shiqi sat down, although he was angry, he didn't think deeply, the beautiful woman Liu Shisheng gave him a bowl of broth:

"Master, Ji'er seems to have something on her mind."

Yang Shiqi took a sip of broth lightly: "He hasn't even taken the Tongsheng test, what can he think, eighty percent of the silver is used up, I'm afraid I will scold him." ”

"He has seen you before, and he is not afraid." Liu always felt that there was an indescribable change in his son.

Yang Shiqi pondered deeply, and felt that he didn't reach out to ask for silver taels, which was weird, and when he came to Yang Ji's room, he pushed the door but saw the door closed.

"Daddy...... I'm bathing. ”

"Hmm."

Yang Ji took a few breaths of cool air, revealing his bruised body, climbed onto the couch, got up early the next morning, opened the door and almost hit Yang Shiqi's arms.

Yang Shiqi put his hands behind his back and asked a little sadly: "Who beat you like this?" ”

"Daddy...... I...... I don't recognize them. Yang Ji bowed his head.

People who lost their fathers at a young age and begged for a living in the market since childhood probably have an obsession with family affection, Lao Zhu is like this, and so is Yang Shiqi.

Seeing his son's appearance, Yang Shiqi took a deep breath: "The next time they come to the door again, you take your father there." ”

The next time it didn't take long for Yang Ji to go out, he was taken away by someone when he went out, and he met at Qingliangmen, and when he saw Zhu Zhanyong and others, Yang Ji hurriedly asked people to go home and report the news.

Yang Shiqi rushed over angrily, but when he saw this, he was stunned.

Zhu Zhanyong was not surprised to see him, and said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Yang!" ”

"Ah, we are fighting Mr. Yang's son......" Zhang Hui reacted, they were all students of Wenlou, and they knew Mr. Yang from Zuo Chunfang.

Zhu Zhanyong didn't explain when he beat people, and they all froze at the moment.

No wonder it can be so heavy-handed...... Yang Shiqi took a deep breath and bowed: "I have seen His Royal Highness Zhan Yong, I don't know where to provoke His Highness, and I want to be so heavy-handed." ”

"Yang Ji, bullying the people on the street and almost beating people to death, I just gave him back." Zhu Zhanyong squinted.

Yang Shiqi turned his head and saw his son bow his head, and suddenly had an answer in his heart.

"Yang Gong see for himself, what is this?" Zhu Zhanyong calmly handed over a recital, which was written by Wu Zhong, the left deputy capital, which recorded Yang Ji's accumulated crimes.

Yang Shiqi opened it and finished reading it.

He turned around abruptly and slapped Yang Ji in the face.

Immediately turned around and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, otherwise...... It will cause great disaster. ”

"Shu Yue will be given to Yang Gong, I have one thing I want to entrust Yang Gong." Zhu Zhanyong asked Zhang Hui and the others to go to the hunting ground first, and only when Yang Shiqi was left alone, did he speak.

Zhu Zhanyong hurried up and said: "Tens of thousands of people and sergeants have gone to Beiping Mansion, and they need to transport 50 stone grain to the north, but the canal is silted, and they can't get to Beiping Mansion in a month, so my father wants to escort Yinliang to Shandong, and buy 500,000 stone grain in Shandong to transport it to Beiping. ”

Yang Shiqi's eyes flashed slightly.

After hearing about this, he can also guess the reason, Cao Yun will never be able to reach Beiping Mansion for a month, and he can only escort Yinliang, he sighed lightly and nodded.

Zhu Zhanyong took out the university book from his arms again: "Yang Gong, sign this." ”

Yang Shiqi's mind was full of question marks.

"Your Highness...... What is this? ”

"Ah, this, this is the scripture that my father annotated, if Lord Yang ......" Zhu Zhanyong said frankly to Xie Jin at first, of course, it is Yang Shiqi's choice to sign or not.

Yang Shiqi's choice is not to sign.

Zhu Zhanyong also expected it, didn't embarrass him, returned to the East Palace, and found his father Zhu Gaochi: "Father, someone has chosen someone." ”

Hearing that it was Yang Shiqi, Zhu Gaochi's face was stiff and expressionless, because Yang Shiqi had not experienced the imperial examination, as if he lacked something, and this person was appointed as a Zhongyun official in Zuo Chunfang, but he was only an auxiliary official, and he had no outstanding talent.

"More than 200,000 taels, Zhan Yong...... You said let Yang Zhongyun escort? ”

Because it's so reckless, it's so much that people look down on it...... Zhu Zhanyong affirmed and affirmed: "Father, there is no more suitable person in the court than him." ”

Probably out of trust in Zhu Zhanyong, Zhu Gaochi gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big decision: "Okay, okay, then my father will summon Yang Zhongyun to come now......"

Zhu Gaochi sent a eunuch to invite Yang Shiqi and treat him with the etiquette of a corporal Lixian, and then left Zhu Zhanyong and Yang Shiqi in the East Palace, and he went to the household department to ask for silver taels.

It's time for a showdown with them!

When he came to the household department, Zhu Gaochi handed over the account book and the notebook, and Huang Fu, the household servant, thought that Zhu Gaochi had given up, but he unexpectedly thought of such a method.

His face stiffened for a moment, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the imperial court doesn't have so many silver taels." ”

"Didn't you just collect the summer tax?"

"The summer tax is all rice, flour, silk and cloth, and it is necessary to distribute hundreds of officials, and some treasure money can be printed." Huang Fu smiled and groaned.

into his mother's.

Zhu Gaochi couldn't help it at the moment, and finally came up with such a method, thinking that he could solve the problem smoothly...... Treasure money? It's a shame to wipe your ass.

He looked through the account books, and the account books of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry were also handed over, and he waited for the summer tax, as if he was counting the days to ask for silver taels, and allocated silver taels.

Zhu Zhanyong was about to leave.

But suddenly, when I saw Zhu Gao walking towards this side, his expression, as if everything had returned to square one, suddenly had a premonition.

"Father, didn't you get the silver taels?"

"The summer tax is mostly paid for rice, flour, silk and cloth, and the people have never even seen silver, so where is the silver tael to pay the tax? Only some of them were taken away by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry...... There are no silver taels in the imperial court. Zhu Gaochi breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, the imperial court has silver taels, in the Salt Transportation Division, the imperial court changed the salt law to pay silver taels, and now it has been trialed for more than a year, and the Salt Transportation Division has taken out 200,000 taels, which is more than enough."

At this time, the voice sounded slowly, and when he turned his head, it was Yang Shiqi standing on the side.

Suddenly, Zhu Gaochi felt that this person could be used.

The salt transportation division of the capital will settle the accounts at the end of the year, and at this moment the two can only see the silver, so Zhu Gaochi came to the Fengtian Palace, and the news also spread to the Han Palace.

And at this moment,

In the inner courtyard of the Han Palace, where the east pavilion and the west building face each other across the lake, Zhu Gaoxu walked on the bridge ruthlessly and meaninglessly.

"The way is a good way, but there is no silver tael in the household, and the grain will definitely not be able to reach Beijing, so His Royal Highness the King of Han can rest assured......" The strange man said.

Zhu Gaoxu snorted, and the hurried steward hurriedly came to the bridge, looked at the strange man deeply, and eased his mind: "The prince is going to Yinliang." ”

Zhu Gaoxu frowned slightly, looked at the steward, and asked, "Where did the silver taels come from?" ”

"Salt...... Salt Transportation Division. ”

At this opening, Zhu Gaoxu was stunned.

Salt Transportation Division? Does the Salt Transport Division have silver taels? Since the salt law was tried in Jiangnan, many things have been missed...... Salt? Damn, the Salt Transport Division really has silver taels.

"Prepare the horses and prepare the horses, go to the Qiguo Mansion ......"

Forbidden City, Fengtian Temple.

The silver two are decided, and the people who still need to be escorted, Zhu Di looked at Qiu Fu, the Duke of Qi in the main hall, and then at the British Duke Zhang Fu, escorting 200,000 taels is not a small amount.

"Your Majesty also knows that there is a drought in Henan, and there are often bandits entrenched in the mountains and forests in that area...... Let the cavalry of the Beijing camp escort Yinliang to the north. Qi Guogong said.

British Gong Zhang Fu smiled and said: "The old general doesn't have to fight, let me do this credit, Zhu Rongzheng, the deputy general of the minister, is about to go north to train the border army, and he can escort it." ”

Zhu Di squinted his eyes and asked seriously, "What does the prince think?" ”

On one side is the Duke of Qi and on the other side is the Duke of the United Kingdom, Zhu Gaochi knows how to choose, and the Duke of Britain has not promised anything, but he should not harm him.

"Father, General Zhu will go by the way, so it won't be in vain, just General Zhu." Zhu Gaochi bowed and arched his hand.

And so it goes.

The matter of the grain was completely decided, and it took a day for the Salt Transportation Division to allocate silver and two, Yang Shiqi just fulfilled his promise, and before leaving, he also told Yang Ji not to come nonsense.

Zhu Gaochi was happy in his heart, and called Zhu Zhanyong with a smile on his face: "In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, your emperor will set up a small banquet in the Huagai Palace, and my father will have a drink with you, and be happy?" ”

Zhu Zhanyong remembered that figure.

I don't know

Did she write the poem?

Xie Fu,

The black hair is like a grass chicken nest Xie girl, with a beautiful appearance, biting the wolf pen painfully, and the ground is full of inky paper balls.

“… Hukuku, what kind of poems should people write......"

"Miss... Miss..."

The maid who was called Xiangxiang jumped up and ran in: "Miss, His Royal Highness Zhan Yong ...... him"

"If you don't see me, you can say I'm sick."

Xie Lin feels that this Mid-Autumn Festival will not be able to enjoy the moon well, and there may even be shadows.

"But—" The maid clutched the letter in her hand.

"Get out, get out...... I'm going to compose a poem...... "On the way to becoming a talented woman, Xie Lin is serious, but some people are born without talent, although she works hard.

A few days have passed,

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, today is the day when the palace sets up a small banquet, Zhu Zhanyong came to the Huagai Palace, just like last time, to feast the emperor's grandson and the princess and the heirs of Zhu Gaoxu's lineage.

The eldest grandson, Zhu Zhanji, was still sitting next to Empress Xu.

The imperial court ordered a half-day rest, but Zhu Di did not rest, and when the banquet began, Shanshan came from Fengtian Palace, not saying anything, but the seriousness in his eyes was quietly melting.

Zhu Zhanyong suddenly remembered Zhu Yuanzhang, but ...... Lao Zhu went offline.

The Tang Dynasty began to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the palace may hold a banquet, but not every year, depending on the emperor's mood...... Lao Zhu must have known.

……………

Twenty-six years of Hongwu.

As night fades on,

In the Fengtian Treasure Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang wrote to the end, but he didn't even have the heart to hold the pen, closed the notebook, and turned his head to look at the eunuch next to him: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, right?" ”

After the death of Empress Ma, the beloved prince also followed, and His Majesty did not like the Mid-Autumn Festival the most, so the old eunuchs usually did not prepare...... But His Majesty took the initiative to ask today.

The old eunuch's heart sank: "Your Majesty, there are still five days left...... The slave and maid told Shang Shan to prepare well? Your Majesty, you haven't had the Mid-Autumn Festival for a long time, you used to like to eat baked cakes the most, and the slave maid will invite two Huaixi masters from outside the palace to let you and His Royal Highness Yunwen ......"

Lao Zhu blurted out: "No need, pass on our will, the officials of the Mid-Autumn Festival will rest for a day." ”

"Yes."

"Has the fourth child returned to Beiping Mansion?"

"Returned."

"Stand down, let's squint for a moment."

"Your Majesty, what about dinner?"

"Later, I'll send it back."

Zhu Yuanzhang went online in the Hongwu Dynasty, and the scene in front of him was no longer the Huagai Palace, but the palace corridor outside the Huagai Palace, and he only heard the voice of the grandson Zhu Zhanyong.

Zhu Zhanyong: "The emperor is almost past the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?" ”

One: "We are busy with government affairs, and only the mediocre emperor will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Zhu Zhanyong: "The emperor walked outside the main hall. ”

One: "What to do?" ”

I couldn't hear a voice for a long time.

Zhu Zhanyong seemed to have calculated the time: "Although Taizu is in the Hongwu Dynasty, what we see is the same moon. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud on his face, this slippery little cub, although he knew that there was an element of sycophancy, he still couldn't stop being happy.

Is the moon of the Yongle Dynasty also so round?

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was a little cool, and early in the morning, Zhu Zhanyong, who had slept and was full of energy, got up.

Know how to dress yourself.

gargle

Toothpaste is a kind of tooth powder, and the ingredients are probably minced salt, ginger juice, mint, gypsum, and angelica.

Inventing toothpaste with heavenly creations?

Zhu Zhanyong thinks that this kind of natural tooth powder without pure Chinese medicine will be passed on to future generations, and maybe it will be favored by the upper class, and the invention of toothpaste is purely a reverse operation.

Toothbrushes can be considered.

Elm branches and willow branches poked around in the mouth, which hurt the teeth too much.

The palace ban in the palace was early and quiet, so he also got up early, and Lao Zhu also got up at this time, and seeing Zhu Zhanyong's skill made him feel distressed, he felt that the palace was deserted.

Why don't you let Zhang Jiu wait?

This guy is Zhu Zhanyong's only eunuch, who works the day shift during the day and the night shift at night, and he doesn't know where to hide and nap at the moment, Zhu Zhanyong feels that he is still too kind-hearted.

Regarding the matter of leaving the palace, Zhu Gaochi has turned a blind eye.

Zhu Zhanyong went to the hunting ground and summoned Zhang Hui and a few people, of course, Yang Ji, Yang Ji blushed and looked at them with blank eyes: "Can you give me a horse?" ”

Horses were strategic materials under the control of the imperial court.

It is extremely difficult to get a good war horse, Yang Shiqi's official authority can't make a splash in the capital, not to mention that Yang Ji has no silver, and it is difficult to get a good horse with silver, so Zhang Hui has a way to do it.

"Do you know how to ride?" Zhu Zhanyong asked.

"Of course, my dad taught me." Yang Ji's sense of superiority emerged, and soon disappeared.

Zhu Zhanyong was silent for a moment, and instructed: "Zhang Hui, you go back and get a horse, remember not to tame it, and don't ride a horse, you can ride it for a year, and then get a good saddle, we will wait for you here." ”

"Ah, it's me again?" Zhang Hui was not satisfied with such an arrangement, and the horse that Zhu Zhanyong rode was also his.

"In the future, the management of the hunting ground will be handed over to you." Zhu Zhanyong said.

"Okay, hahaha, I'll go back ......"

"Your Highness, there are horses in my house."

"Zhang Hui, this bastard, will definitely guard and steal!"

"Yes, you can't give it to him!"

“……”