Tang Youer was instructed by Zhu Sheng, and came to the Warm Wind Pavilion as soon as it was dawn.

After the routine greeting, Tang Youer retired from the chamberlain and the palace maid, and informed Concubine Xian of the information about Rong Fei that Dongchang had investigated overnight.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world, and if it is wrong, it will be bad."

Concubine Xian said worriedly.

"Mother rest assured, I haven't said that Rong Fei is the son of my aunt. That's why I thought of summoning him to the palace, and during the chat, my mother could pretend to ask about some things with her hometown, parents, and relatives. If all of this can be correct, then there is no mistake. And he didn't tell Rong Fei the purpose of calling him into the palace in advance, only that he had a speculative conversation with him last time, and let him come in to chat with his mother. And then there is Yun'er, who has often been clamoring to listen to Rong Fei's stories recently.

Although it hasn't been confirmed yet, the daughter-in-law thinks it's not bad. Yun'er's temper mother, you also know, she is a clever and stingy ghost, how many Confucians and gentlemen have been angry, but she has a temper with Rong Fei. The stories told by Rong Fei were talked about by Yun'er and Xiaoba all day long.

Hehehe, if Rongfei's identity is confirmed, Yun'er will call him uncle. They all say that uncles and nephews, before they recognize each other, they have already seen the right eye. ”

Tang Youer said with a smile.

"You can do it."

Concubine Xian couldn't help but be a little moved, at her age, any power and status are floating clouds, and only family affection is the most cherished.

"But to be on the safe side, let's add another layer of insurance. Doesn't Rong Fei still have a childhood sweetheart named Ji Rou'er, and sent someone to invite her into the palace. Hou San! ”

As she spoke, Concubine Xian called out the door and called Hou San, the great eunuch of the Warm Wind Pavilion, in, and ordered her to invite Ji Rou'er.

After Hou San left, Concubine Xian patted Tang You'er's hand and smiled.

"Wait a while, Miss Ji will come over, you and Hou San will take her to the back room to chat, Rong Fei will be entertained by me and Yun'er here."

Tang You'er secretly said in her heart when she heard this, and sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy.

It is estimated that she and her husband are a little too hasty, so that Concubine Xian noticed a clue and felt that everyone might partner to deceive her.

Tang Youer suddenly became a little worried, according to the news from Dongchang, Rong Fei did not return to Xuanwu Hutong to rest last night, but stayed in the case room of the Kyoto Mansion for the night.

Ji Rou'er lived with Murong Qiushui of Qiankun Guan last night, and a woman who didn't know where she came from.

The husband just asked Mr. Yu to arrest and greet Rong Fei, but he ignored Ji Rouer's side.

And Concubine Xian is also accurate and found this only loophole.

When Rong Fei and Ji Rou'er's words don't match, wouldn't it be worse!

Although everyone is well-intentioned, they are afraid that it will be self-defeating and will arouse the sadness of their mother.

That's how it can be good.

Tang You'er wanted to find an opportunity to send someone to inform Ji Rou'er before Hou San, but Concubine Xian kept holding her hand and chatting about some things, and didn't give Tang You'er a chance at all.

Alas... I'm afraid this matter is going to happen!

Tang Youer sighed helplessly.

"Grandmother... Grandmother... My grandson has come to greet you. ”

At this time, Zhu Yun's immature shout came from outside, and with a rush of running, the door curtain was lifted to reveal Zhu Yunhong's fluttering little face.

Behind Zhu Yun is Xiao Shunzi, who has just been promoted to the head of the Prince's East Palace.

"The slave maid greets the mother and the concubine."

Xiao Shunzi stood outside the threshold and bowed.

"Good grandson, come and let grandmother hug you."

Concubine Xian smiled and picked up Zhu Yun and put it on her lap, and then said to Xiao Shunzi.

"You came just in time, go to the Immortal Division to call Rong Fei, and say that the old man invited him to dinner."

Xiao Shunzi didn't dare to delay and took the order.

"Oh! Great, great. I can finally see Rong Fei. Grandmother, grandmother, grandson told you that the story told by Rong Fei is very good. I don't lie to you, by the way, grandmother, can you call the Eighth Emperor Uncle and the Sixth Aunt as well, the two of them also like to listen to the stories told by Rong Fei. ”

When Zhu Yun heard that Rong Fei was coming, he was so happy that he almost jumped up directly from Concubine Xian's legs, but Tang You'er understood his son's temperament and held it down in advance.

Concubine Xian, with her old arms and legs, can bear the jumping of this little chubby mound.

"Hehehe, it's rare to be happy today, so I follow the meaning of the eldest grandson. Someone is coming, go and call Xiaoba and Yueyao and tell the two of them to stay here for lunch at noon. ”

Tang Youer, who was already worried, was even more head-hungry when she heard this, how could there be three more troublemakers.

But after thinking about it, I feel that if the husband and his plan are exposed, it would be good to have the three of them here, at least they can help coax the concubine.

It's a blessing in the midst of misfortune!

Soon, Zhu Yan and Zhu Yueyao rushed over, and the children's laughter and the woman's scolding suddenly sounded in the concubine's bedroom, adding a lot of joy.

……

There was no court meeting today, so Zhu Sheng simply stayed in the imperial study and did not leave.

The Yongdang lost power, the Queen Mother left Beijing, and the tripartite forces of the court tended to be balanced, and Dongchang stood up to deter hundreds of officials.

It has been more than half a year since he ascended the throne, and Zhu Sheng has tasted the wonderful taste of being in power and looking down on the world for the first time.

But that's not enough, it's not enough!

It's just the beginning, and there's so much more to come.

Zhu Sheng's ambition is far more than protecting the ancestral foundation steadily, he also wants to make great achievements comparable to the founding ancestor of Dayan.

Time is running out!

"Minister, Shan Zhongji, please see Your Majesty."

The voice coming from outside the door brought the fugue Zhu Sheng back to reality.

"Shan Aiqing, come in."

After adjusting his facial expression, Zhu Sheng said in a deep voice.

The door of the imperial study was pushed open, and his face was radiant, as if the new cabinet assistant Shan Zhongji, who was a few years younger, and walked slowly through the threshold.

Although Liu Chuanfang, the first assistant of the cabinet, woke up a few days ago, he was weak and still couldn't get out of bed, so he never took up his post. The cabinet, which is the highest power and decision-making body of Dayan, has also become the world of his Shan Zhongji.

In recent days, the threshold of Shan Mansion has almost been broken by people who give gifts and posters.

And Shan Zhongji's mood at this time is in line with the poem - the spring breeze is proud!

An old subordinate secretly sent a beautiful concubine to Shan Fu, which won Shan Zhongji's favor, and tossed on the delicate and smooth body of the beautiful concubine for most of the night last night, and got up late this morning, so that he was blocked in the mansion by the inner servants sent by Zhu Sheng.

"Lao Shoufu is seriously ill and has not recovered, and all the cabinet affairs are pressed on Aiqing alone, which is really too hard."

Zhu Sheng pointed to the embroidery pier that had been prepared and motioned for Shan Zhongji to take a seat, and then said in a non-salty manner.

Shan Zhongji's family knows his own affairs, and he hasn't done anything serious in the cabinet these days, and he is just messing around all day.

I heard the mockery in Zhu Sheng's words, but he didn't panic at all.

In terms of talent, qualifications, connections, etc., Shan Zhongji can only barely rank in the middle among the bigwigs in the DPRK. The reason why he was able to hold the post of head secretary of the household department was the result of the struggle between Yongdang and Liu Chuanfang, the old chief assistant.

The household department is in charge of Dayan's money bag, and Lao Shoufu naturally will not let it fall into the control of the Yongdang. If the Yong Party wants to seek great things, the household department is also a place to fight. The two sides fought back and forth, and in the end, Liu Chuanfang pushed the infamous Shan Zhongji up. And Yongdang felt that this person was mediocre, and even if he served as the secretary of the household department, he would not pose any threat, so he no longer continued to compete with Liu Chuanfang, and concentrated all his strength to seize the position of the right attendant of the household department.

Unexpectedly, Liu Chuanfang was cunning and cunning, and turned his head to turn the newly appointed right attendant Zhang Mian against him, giving the Yongdang a heavy blow.

Shan Zhongji is not good at anything, but he has a clear understanding of his own positioning. He didn't care about the two squires under him, he just did his job as a mascot with peace of mind.

And the reason why Shan Zhongji was able to stand out from the crowd of bigwigs this time and enter the cabinet as a second assistant is also because of his mediocre attributes and clear self-awareness.

Does Emperor Yan Zhu Sheng really need a capable and capable sub-assistant?

Of course not.

All he needs is a cabinet that is obedient, can carry the black pot and will not secretly make a big one.

Therefore, Shan Zhongji clearly knows that as long as he remembers a secret, he can sit back and relax in the position of second assistant in the cabinet, and even have the opportunity to go to the next level in the future and become the first assistant above 10,000 people under one person.

That is: do more wrong, do less wrong, and don't do well.

However, the truth is that surface work is still essential.

Shan Zhongji made a panicked expression, his butt left the embroidered pier, and his knees knelt on top of the gold brick.

"The minister has the high hopes of His Majesty, and the crime deserves death."

"Get up, don't kneel and kowtow in the future, the integrity of the scholar is about to lose you."

"Your Majesty is lenient, and the ministers will dissect the liver to repay Your Majesty's kindness."

After showing loyalty and kowtowing two times, Shan Zhongji dared to sit back on the embroidery pier.

"Today, I asked people to spread the word that Aiqing came, it was really rumored in the DPRK that Aiqing was brilliantly written, and I happened to have a poem last night, and I wanted Aiqing to help evaluate one or two."

Zhu Sheng picked up a piece of paper with handwriting on it from the imperial case and handed it to Shan Zhongji.

"In front of Your Majesty, how dare you... Why..."

Shan Zhongji is lacking in politics, but his attainments in poetry are extremely high, and he is known as a rich word crown in the Kyoto poetry circle.

Therefore, when he heard that the emperor asked him to taste the poems, although his mouth kept being humble, his body was very honest and took the paper and glanced at it.

Who knew that this glance swept down, making him sweat like rain, shaking like chaff, and his face was as white as paper.

I saw a poem written on the paper, and the handwriting was strong and powerful, which was the handwriting of Emperor Zhu Sheng.

And what scared Shan Zhongji so much that he almost peed his pants was the content of this poem.

"The jade furnace is icy and the mandarin duck brocade, and the powder melts and sweats on the mountain pillow. There was a sound outside the curtain, and he smiled and laughed.

The willow shade is light and indifferent, and the low sideburns are falling. I have to work hard all my life, and I will be happy today..."

Seeing that Shan Zhongji was silent for a long time, Zhu Sheng simply opened his jade mouth and read out this poem.

"Good words! What a good word! Shan Aiqing, what do you think? ”