The old man immediately became displeased when the little fat man ruined the atmosphere. He glared at him and said, "Don't mention these two bastards. I'm tired of hearing this!"
You’ve already called me me, so let’s not mention it.
Jia Cong closed his mouth and quietly watched the old man's misery.
Sure enough, it was the old and young children. The saintly old man had been complaining for a long time, but suddenly the conversation changed and even the pardoning master started complaining.
"And your boss, I just demoted his title, and he was angry with me for several years. Isn't it said that thunder and rain are all the kindness of the king? It's better for him to hide at home and play with women every day, and he also uses it to get drunk and dance Kick your feet and scold me."
Well……
The old lady was trembling when she heard this, Yuan Chun smiled bitterly and didn't know how to respond, let alone Mrs.
Jia Cong replied faintly: "You're so bad that you almost killed my father!"
"Little bastard, you are deliberately trying to get into trouble with me today, aren't you?"
If I hadn't acted badly now, believe it or not, I would hang you up with a cane and serve you today!
The sage old man turned his head and refused to talk to the little fat man who was making trouble, and said to the old lady: "I'm hungry, let someone prepare a meal. Remember to cook more meat. The clear soup is not watery these days. I feel like I'm going to turn into a cow or a sheep." Already."
Dai Quan, who was waiting on the side, was about to frown into a caterpillar, his bitter expression showing his embarrassment.
"Sage, the imperial doctor said that you are not allowed to eat greasy food..."
"The imperial doctor knows nothing. I have never suffered such grievances in my life. The emperors and emperors do not eat as well as ordinary people!"
The old man looked angry on his face, but actually he was ecstatic in his heart.
Away from the palace, the fourth child has no control over him. He can do whatever he wants, eat whatever he wants, and scold others whenever he wants. It's so arbitrary!
Originally, Jia's mother was going to arrange for a cook to cook, but she was in a dilemma after hearing Dai Quan's persuasion.
She couldn't help but turn her eyes to Jia Cong for help. When Jia Cong nodded, she let Yuanyang go and watch the kitchen in person.
Jia Cong went there with Yuanyang. The old man had been eating a little sparingly these days due to the arrangement of the imperial doctor, so it was not surprising that he wanted to eat some heavy meat.
But after all, it was harmful to the dragon's body, so Jia Cong ordered the kitchen people to find ways to avoid heavy and greasy ingredients, and to combine nutrition and taste, which could be regarded as quenching the greed of the poor old man who had been eating "clear soup with little water" for several months. .
I don’t know the taste of meat in March, and it’s like being in a state of panic when the emperor is over.
As long as the chef of Rongguo Mansion has a spatula in his hand, he can make delicacies from the fairy world even with a piece of tofu.
After careful preparation by the chef, braised pig's trotters made of tofu, baked carp noodles made of tofu, braised lion's head made of tofu...
Well, most of it is carefully baked tofu and pasta, but it makes the emperor very satisfied.
Coupled with a few real meat dishes, the old man's previous resentment towards the little fat man who kept causing trouble disappeared without a trace after finishing three bowls of rice. He even made several free promises while eating.
For example, in the future, he will give a calligraphy to Jia Cong's son, and after returning to the palace, he will give the most exquisite tribute satin to several little girls in the Rongguo Mansion, etc.
The old man touched his obviously protruding belly and waved to Jia Cong: "No, I'm full... Little fat man, come with me to your family's garden to eat."
Jia Cong should obey the sage's instructions.
Decorated with colorful lanterns, the Jia family's provincial garden is like a fairyland on earth, so beautiful that it seems unreal.
The saint stood on the second floor of the waterside pavilion, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.
In the small house in the middle of the lake, the faint laughter of the little girl could be heard, which made the old man a little envious.
The reflection in the water is even more dreamy in the slight waves on the lake, and even the well-informed old saint can't help but praise it again and again.
He suddenly sighed quietly: "Compared with your garden, my Dragon Head Palace can be described as a family with four walls."
Jia Cong rolled his eyes and muttered: "The few pillars of Longshou Palace are enough to build ten gardens."
The old man hit Jia Cong on the head angrily: "Do you think the Dragon Head Palace is spacious enough?"
Jia Cong nodded silently. The area of Dragon Head Palace is nearly one-eighth of the Forbidden City. How could it not be spacious?
"That's why I said that the Dragon Head Palace family has only four walls."
Um?
The old man sighed: "In such a big palace, there is only one solitary person living there!"
"My son wanted to live with you in Huangji Palace, but you forced him out."
The sudden resentment behind his back surprised the old man.
"Fourth, why are you here?"
Dai Quan bowed down from a distance: "Sage, the emperor will not let this old slave report..."
The muscles in the corners of Liu Heng's mouth were twitching. His father was too troublesome. He was originally planning to handle the matter of the army going south, but he had to throw away the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Fifth Army Governor's Office and the Cabinet because he was worried about his old father who had run away from home. Down.
When I learned that the old man was eating and having fun, I felt relieved.
He ran to the garden excitedly, wanting to comfort his angry father, but unexpectedly heard the old man's latest explanation for the four walls of his family.
All of a sudden, Liu Heng felt depressed.
Your son has almost given up his face, colorful clothes, and kisses, but you have always disliked your son as an eyesore, and now you are saying that he is lonely and cold...
The old saint looked a little embarrassed. Although he didn't say it clearly, he still had a strange feeling of being caught having sex with a woman on the spot. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to explain it to his stubborn son.
After an awkward silence for a while, Liu Heng sighed: "Dad, you have been playing all afternoon. I will take you home to rest."
"If you don't come back, it won't be easy to get out of the palace. You have to have enough fun before you can talk about it."
The old saint shook his head and waved his hands, and said decisively: "Little Fatty has promised me to take me to Old Man Wei's birthday party in two days. I heard that something very interesting will happen on that day. It's so fun. How can we miss this!"
ah? When did I say this?
From the blank expression on the little fat man's face, Liu Heng knew that this was simply the old man's own whim.
He opened his mouth, but finally chose to compromise.
The old man's mood finally eased, so just let him do whatever he wanted.
Liu Heng sighed leisurely: "Then my son will stay with you in the garden for a while..."
"Nonsense, you are the emperor and you live outside the palace wall. If the thieves find out your whereabouts and do the unspeakable things, wouldn't it cause chaos in the world? What's more, there are so many excerpts to review every day, wouldn't it be possible? Can you still ask the General Secretary to send all the memorials from various places to Ningrong Street?".z.
Liu Heng chuckled when he heard this: "Don't worry, my father, my son has already dealt with the important things before leaving the palace, and also threw Hong'er into the Qinzheng Palace. I think he will handle the rest properly."
Ding ding ding…
The Jingyang bell rang, and the officials of the fifth rank and above lined up neatly in the front hall of Qinzheng Hall to go to court.
However, today's Chang Dynasty was a little confusing. The dragon chair was empty, except for the fourth prince Liu Hong, who was sitting upright on the high chair next to the dragon chair.
After the current emperor ascended the throne, except for the occasional serious illness and absence from work, the rest of the time he could always be seen on the throne with the dark face of someone who owed him a million.
Qi Bohan, as the bachelor who temporarily presided over the cabinet, was the first to ask: "May I ask Your Majesty, Fourth Highness, why did Your Majesty not go to court today?"
Liu Hong faced the dark circles under his eyes and resisted the urge to yawn.
He spent the whole night last night replying to the pile of memorials one by one.
Among them, there were more than a dozen greeting memorials from Li Jile, the right governor of Henan Province. Among them, memorials were sent for seventeen consecutive days starting from September 15th.
In the 30,000-word memorial, in addition to greetings, the weather in Kaifeng Mansion was getting colder and colder. As a minister, he was thinking about Sheng Gong very much. He hoped that the capital would not be too cold, so that His Majesty the Emperor would not be reviewing the memorial. My hands are cold.
Let’s not talk about the fact that the palace will not be so poor that it can’t afford a stove. Let’s just talk about Seventeen Days Quick Horse Seventeen Dao with an average word count of two or three thousand. Damn it.
It's all nonsense. Does Li Jile want to annoy the emperor to death?
And Feng Chunqiang, the prefect of Nanning Prefecture, sent another memorial this month: Your Majesty, the chrysanthemums in Nanning are blooming so beautifully!
The content of his memorial last month can be roughly summarized in one sentence: Your Majesty, the osmanthus flowers in Nanning are blooming so beautifully!
Last month: The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, Your Majesty, the hibiscus flowers in Nanning are so beautiful!
"Mr. Qi Ge, my father is slightly ill. I will preside over the morning court today."
As the fourth son of the emperor, Liu Hong has no titles or titles, so according to the system, he cannot be called a loner.
And in the past, he always gave people the impression of abiding by the rules and being polite.
Today, he was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. Not only did he presumptuously claim to be alone, but he also interrupted Qi Bohan's questioning, causing Qi Bohan an embarrassment on the spot.
"I have a question for Mr. Qi Ge. Is the cabinet just a dry job? Why are there so many useless memorials on my father's desk?"
Qi Bohan originally wanted to ask about the emperor's condition, but he saw Liu Hong clapped his hands and walked in from outside the palace with two Han generals carrying large bamboo baskets. The huge bamboo baskets were filled with memorials.
"Perhaps some of you would like to ask, what is the useless memorial in Gu's mouth? Well, I'll let you read a few words to all of you."
Liu Hong's face showed a hint of sarcasm: "Xia Daban, read it."
Xia Shouzhong bowed and promised, then took out three memorials from his sleeves, opened them one by one and read them.
"I, Zhuang Yingzhe, the magistrate of Guangling Prefecture, impeached Hu Shouching, the co-president of Guangling Prefecture, for insulting my mother... The country governs the world with filial piety, and I and Hu Shouching have sworn to be incompatible... I respectfully request the Holy Judgment!"
This memorial left most of the civil and military officials in the palace dumbfounded, except for a limited number of people who looked at each other in shock.
Liu Hong's sarcasm came immediately: "This is sent to the capital by Guangling Prefecture, and it is sent to the father's desk by our central cabinet. I would like to ask Mr. Qi Ge, does my father not only need to deal with important military and political matters?" , but you still have to persuade the officials who are quarreling and scolding each other to stop the fight?"
Qi Bohan was speechless by this rhetorical question, but Liu Hong was still puzzled and said coldly: "Xia Daban, next one!"
Xia Shouzhong took out the second copy, but it was not a memorial, but a bunch of summaries of memorials.
I just heard him read aloud: "On the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Feng Chunqiang, the prefect of Nanning Prefecture, wrote a letter saying that the hibiscus flowers in Nanning were blooming beautifully and asked His Majesty to greet you."
"On September 12th, Feng Chunqiang wrote again that the osmanthus flowers in Nanning were blooming beautifully and wished His Majesty the best."
"On the first day of October, Feng Chunqiang wrote again that the chrysanthemums in Nanning were blooming beautifully, and asked His Majesty for his blessings."
"These are the three most valuable copies of all the memorials that Feng Chunqiang sent to the capital in the past three months. The rest are all empty. At least these three copies let me know one thing. There are many flowers in Nanning. And the flowers bloom beautifully!"
Liu Hong chuckled, but all the civil and military ministers in the palace lowered their heads.
There are people who are ashamed, there are people who can't bear to laugh, and there are people who don't care.
Liu Hong gently tapped the armrest of the high chair with his hand, dong dong dong...
The knocks were like knocks on Qi Bohan's heart, making him sweat more and more on his forehead.
"Mr. Qi Ge, if I remember correctly, the first duty of the cabinet is to share the worries of the king and handle the military and political affairs of the country. The younger ones will make their own decisions, and the older ones will be sent to the imperial court to request the Holy Judgment, right?"
Qi Bohan suddenly felt that His Majesty Dan's fourth son was more imposing than the current emperor. He didn't even bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and bowed and said, "Your Highness, that's true!"
"Then I would like to ask Mr. Qi Ge, Zhuang Yingzhe of Guangling Mansion was scolded. Is this matter so serious that it requires the Holy Judgment?"
Qi Bohan couldn't answer Liu Hong's questions at all. He could only continue to bow his head and apologize again and again.
"Don't rush to apologize, Mr. Qi Ge..."
Liu Hong waved his sleeves and spread his anger throughout the hall: "My dear friends, I would like to ask you a question. At what time do you go to bed every night?"
"Returning to Your Highness, I am at the end of the year of Xu."
"I am from the beginning of Haishi..."
"Hai Shi..."
"Xushi..."
Liu Hong felt distressed and angry as he listened to the officials' replies one after another.
He slammed the armrest of the high chair, stood up and sneered.
"Your Majesty, you are so lucky to be able to sleep peacefully no later than Haishi. Unlike your emperor and your poor father, it is a luxury to be able to lie in bed when he is a son."
He glanced at the ministers, walked slowly down Danbi, came to the big bamboo basket filled with "useless memorials" placed in the hall, and kicked it down.
Crash, the packed memorials instantly fell to the ground.
Liu Hong said sarcastically: "I don't know why the cabinet, the General Secretary and everyone in the palace sent these useless memorials to the emperor, but I know that my father can only sleep for three hours or even two hours a day. Iron Man is all I can’t stand it anymore, but my father has been holding on for five full years.”
"Do you want to tire your emperor to death?"
thump!
Liu Hong's last question scared all the courtiers in the palace to their knees.
None of them dared to bear the crime of exhausting the emperor to death, but what they had done had been characterized by Liu Hong.
"I don't dare, so please, Your Highness, take a closer look!"
Liu Hong stood among the kneeling crowd with his hands behind his back, looking down at the ministers: "Do you think you are alone and making a fuss out of a molehill?"
"I don't dare!"
"Don't dare? It seems that I can."
Liu Hong walked up to Qi Bohan, who was prostrating himself on the ground to apologize. In the past, his respect for Qi Bohan was not shown at all, but now he was quite indifferent.
He stared at Qi Bohan for a long time, and Qi Bohan could feel the sharp sting on his back.
"Mr. Qi Ge, take these useless memorials that I have brought here, read them carefully, and think about them. If the cabinet can't resolve these useless memorials, then in Gu's opinion, the cabinet has no It’s necessary to exist!”
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