Yan Keng quickly drew up a list of attendants, all of whom were full of poetry and books.

Of course, they also have one thing in common, that is, they do not have a close relationship with any important ministers in the court.

Otherwise, if he makes a wedding dress for others, who will reason with this?

Yan Keng selected three people:

The head of the seal inspection of the ministry, Li Xian.

Bachelor's degree in Hanlin Academy, Wang Zhi.

His own clan has just been awarded Yan Jingxiu, who was awarded the seventh in the second class.

Among these three people, Li Xian is only in his twenties, young, he is very wise and personable, and he has a good popularity among the courtiers.

Wang Zhi's age is already a little old at this time, at the age of fifty-four, he has experienced the ups and downs of the world, he is very serious and steady, and he is not smiling.

Yan Jingxiu is in his thirties, and he is also full of poetry and books, and he is quite a city government. Yan Keng had been in contact with him and felt that he was a usable talent.

The three of them have a very good reputation in the court, and apart from their own relatives, according to Yan Keng's investigation, the other two are also people who know how to repay their kindness.

As for the other people who gave gifts, Yan Keng closed all of them, and the gifts were all returned, showing his determination. After Zhu Zhanji got the advice from Dongchang, he was also more satisfied with Yan Keng, and secretly said that he didn't see the wrong person.

The list of personnel was drawn up and submitted, and it was approved without any problems.

Yan Keng also soon met six-year-old Xiao Zhu Qizhen.

The six-year-old child is not tall, his face is pink and tender, and he looks like a pink carved jade. He was dressed in a gorgeous costume with some baby fat, and although he was young, he tried hard to pretend to be serious, and he was very cute.

Yan Keng smiled lightly, and then saluted:

"Meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

With a flat sound, Zhu Qizhen began his fate with his teacher.

At the same time, on the other side of the palace, a five-year-old boy was playing.

Although his brother was gone, which made him feel a little depressed, he was soon happy again when someone from the palace gave him a horse to ride.

The little boy held a wooden knife in his hand, babbling and calling out in his mouth, thinking that he was a general who was charging into battle, playing and playing, but he was suddenly stunned.

The palace people below thought that they had made him uncomfortable, and hurriedly asked in a trembling voice:

"Did the slave hurt you?"

"No, no. It's okay. The little boy replied in his immature voice.

He only felt as if he had lost something.

However, he soon forgot all this and continued to play with the palace people.

……

The rest of the day was calm again.

Zhu Zhanji governed the government with the assistance of the cabinet, and the people recuperated, while Yan Keng took three attendants to teach the crown prince Zhu Qizhen, and he became more and more familiar with him.

For this fifty-six-year-old man, although Zhu Qizhen's status is much higher than him, he has always been courteous to him, and he does not dare to slack off at all, and his words are full of respect.

This is not only because Zhu Zhanji once instructed him not to be rude to Chen Guogong, but also because of this old man's profound knowledge, perceptiveness and care for him.

Yan Keng's education is different from others. As a modern person, Yan Ling does not pay much attention to the red tape of other officials, what kind of father is the son and the like, all of them do not exist, and there is no difference between him raising children and ordinary people.

And later, this was also passed down as a tradition in the Yan Mansion, Yan Ya Yan Keng, and even Yan Keng's son Yan Keng, all taught their children in this way.

This made Yan Keng feel awe-inspiring towards the prince when facing Zhu Qizhen, but for this six-year-old doll, between words and actions, he still unconsciously revealed a little warmth as if he was treating his grandson.

This kind of feeling is something that Xiao Zhu Qizhen has never felt. Although Zhu Zhanji is a good emperor, he is usually busy with government affairs and does not have much time to spend with the prince.

And the royal family affection and the father-son relationship of an ordinary family are different after all.

This made Zhu Qizhen have a deep affection for Yan Keng for more than a year, although this old man was quite strict when teaching, but he would also care about his warmth and well-being in ordinary times, pay attention to his body, and sometimes tell him the story of Jin Ge Iron Horse and play with him.

The young Zhu Qizhen heard about the outside world for the first time, and he not only longed for the magnificent scene in the story, but also admired Yan Keng a little more.

However, the two have only been together for a year.

In August of the ninth year of Xuande, Emperor Xuande fell ill.

At first, he could barely support the court, but then, his illness became more and more serious, and then he had to stay in bed and leave the affairs to the cabinet, and he only dealt with some necessary important matters.

……

Among the splendid palaces.

Precious incense was lit next to the large dragon bed, and light smoke emanated from the incense burner carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the musky smell filled the room, but even this fine spice could not hide the strong smell of medicine in the room.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the setting sun cast a dark yellow light, sprinkled on Zhu Zhanji's dragon bed.

And this former heroic emperor was lying quietly on the bed at this time, the dim light shining on his face, and the twilight was gloomy.

Zhu Zhanji was very quiet, if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, and there was still a little heat coming out of his nose. I can't say, I will really be treated as a corpse.

He's dreaming.

He dreamed that he had come to a place covered in mist.

Walking down, it was a light fluttering cloud, but it lifted him up properly.

It's like...... Heaven is ......

In Zhu Zhanji's heart, a lot of chaotic thoughts suddenly popped up:

Am I dead?

Where is this? Isn't it true that people want to go to the underworld after they die, and why do they come here? Is this the place where the heavenly immortals live? Is it because I am the emperor, the son of heaven, that after death, I can go straight to heaven without entering the underworld?

Zhu Zhanji took two more steps, he looked far away, trying to see the cave of the legendary immortals, but after walking for a long time, the surroundings were still empty.

He couldn't help but shout:

"Anyone? I...... Below is the Nether Emperor Zhu Zhanji! ”

There was no fairchild, no answer, not even an echo, nothing.

Looking at the endless sea of clouds, he suddenly felt great fear.

What the hell is this place!

I'm really dead? I'm still young! My great rivers and mountains! I still have many ambitions to fulfill, I, I ......

His nose was sore, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

Fortunately, at this time, a light voice suddenly reached his ears:

Junji ......

Zhu Zhanji raised his head suddenly:

Who is it?

(End of chapter)