"He's not a playboy yet, he's hopeless..."
Hearing the grunting of her good grandson, even Jia Mu doting on Baoyu changed her color at this moment.
"Baoyu, don't talk nonsense!" Mother Jia scolded with a straight face.
This was the first time Jia's mother scolded Baoyu, which surprised the sisters present, and Baoyu himself felt very aggrieved.
Although she was distressed, Jia Mu still taught her with a straight face: "The Thirteenth Master is the direct heir of the Holy Emperor, how can I make rash comments?"
There were many people in the capital talking about Zhu Jinghong privately, but no one dared to belittle him openly. Jinyi Weidong Factory was no joke.
Jia's mother knew Baoyu's temperament and was afraid that he wouldn't listen, so she warned him again and again.
After Baoyu's repeated assurances, Jia Mu felt a little relieved and signaled Tanchun to continue.
"After Brother Xue was severely beaten, he was sent to Yingtianfu Yamen by the Thirteenth Master. As a result, Brother Xue came out on the same day because of his connections!"
Hearing this, Jia Mu asked: "Those officials in Yingtian are stupid. How dare they let go of the people captured by Master Thirteen?"
Compared with Mrs. Wang, Jia Mu's knowledge is undoubtedly much broader, and she is very aware of the seriousness of the incident.
The royal children are running amok, especially the Thirteenth Master, who is also the legitimate prince. Who can bear it if he causes trouble?
"I don't know about this granddaughter. I only heard that the Thirteenth Master led troops to break into the Xue family and turned the Xue family upside down. Now the Xue family seems to be forced..."
The Xue family was in trouble, and the Jia family was probably implicated, but no one came to report it, which made Jia's mother furious.
So before Tanchun could finish his words, Jia Mu ordered: "Go...call your master over!"
At this time, Jia's mother had no intention of joking with her granddaughter, so she ordered people to pass the food in a hurry and told them to rest early after eating.
Soon Mrs. Wang came, and Jia Mu took her to the back hall for questioning. Baoyu and others dispersed after eating.
"Sister Lin, I have composed a poem these days. Do you want to go and take a look?" Jia Baoyu caught up with Lin Daiyu and asked.
Lin Daiyu stopped and said with a smile: "The second brother's poems are naturally good, but the younger sister is not very talented and has little knowledge, so I'm afraid she won't be able to understand!"
Taking Daiyu with him, Baoyu said, "If you are not very talented and knowledgeable, I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to claim to be well-educated!"
After walking a few steps, Daiyu suddenly asked: "Second brother, you have memorized all the books that uncle asked you to read!"
Baoyu, who was quite happy at first, suddenly had a bitter look on his face when he heard this. He really didn't have much interest in the Four Books and Five Classics.
"If my uncle asks, why doesn't my second brother present the poem to my uncle for appreciation? I think with my second brother's talent, my uncle will be satisfied after reading it!" Daiyu smiled with a smile on her face, her beautiful eyes full of teasing.
Jia Baoyu was feeling sad when he suddenly saw Daiyu smiling but not smiling, and he immediately realized that his good sister was playing tricks on him.
"Okay, Sister Lin, you've learned too much..."
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At night, the imperial city is forbidden.
Inside the Qianqing Palace, the lights are brightly lit.
In the main hall, there were more than a dozen tables, and more than twenty young eunuchs were fiddling with abacus, and the sound of crackling echoed around the place.
Next to each of them, there is a large wooden box containing a large number of account books.
It is difficult for outsiders to imagine that such a scene would occur in the palace of the majestic Emperor of the Ming Empire.
In the attic on the west side of the dormitory, a man wearing a gray cloud-patterned straight jacket with gray beard and hair was lying on a rocking chair and reading a book.
There is no doubt that this is the master of the Eastern World, the fifteenth emperor of the Ming Empire, the orthodox emperor Zhu Xianming.
The Zhengtong Emperor is forty-nine this year. Although he has reached the age where he knows his destiny, his expression is resolute and majestic. His whole person is like an unsheathed sword, with a cold light that makes people tremble.
The crackling sound of accounts below made Zhu Xianming unable to read. Finally, he threw the book on the coffee table and turned to check the progress below.
He had to send someone to account for every account reported by the Ministry of Revenue, because he could not trust those officials.
As an emperor who had "extraordinary experience" in ascending to the throne, Zhu Xianming had a hard time trusting people in this world, even his own son.
Just when Zhu Xianming was thinking about whether he should read somewhere else, footsteps came from the attic.
"Your Majesty, the Jinling Guards have sent back a report!"
Zhu Xianming stood up from the recliner, reached out and took the envelope from the eunuch's hand, tore open the seal and took out the memorial inside.
It was 1,500 to 6,000 miles from Jinling to Luoyang, and it took almost three to four days to deliver the letter. The letter written at this moment was from three days ago.
Before Zhu Xianming finished reading the report, he heard him yell angrily: "Old Thirteen... this bastard!"
It was mentioned in the report two days ago that Zhu Jinghong took people to play outside the palace, but Zhu Xianming didn't take it seriously.
Later, Zhu Jinghong angrily scolded the officials, which in Zhu Xianming's view was doing Zhu Jingyuan a favor, so he turned a blind eye.
But he didn't know that his rebellious son was getting more and more outrageous and even led troops to force his way into a private residence.
When Zhu Xianming was furious, the young eunuchs waiting around him immediately knelt down, each one trembling as if they were facing an abyss.
The people settling accounts below were even more silent and did not dare to move, for fear of making any noise and attracting the emperor's wrath.
Zhu Xianming cursed and put the entire hall on hold.
"It was quite lively just now, why is it suddenly silent?"
At this moment, a gentle voice came from outside, which immediately made everyone in the hall hope for a savior.
After a while, a woman over forty years old was seen walking into the hall accompanied by several palace maids.
Although the woman is no longer young, it can be vaguely seen that she is a great beauty when she is young.
Although he was dressed simply at the moment, he had an indescribable nobility and a kind of affinity that made people feel like they were refreshed when they saw him.
At this time, the only person who could not care about her in the hall was Zhu Xianming's first wife, who is now the Queen of the Central Palace of the Ming Dynasty.
"Where is your Majesty?"
Everyone was trembling and did not dare to answer. Only the eunuch in charge quietly glanced upstairs, and Yang Qingyin finally understood.
So she raised her head and looked upstairs, only to see that her husband had his back turned to her and was reading the report.
"What should you do?" Yang Qingyin said calmly.
With her words, everyone in the hall felt a lot more at ease, and then they resumed their business.
Yang Qingyin took several palace ladies into the inner hall and walked up the stairs to the opposite side of Zhu Xianming.
"Your Majesty, who made you angry again?" Yang Qingyin asked doubtfully.
Zhu Xianming was furious and said coldly: "Who else could it be? Of course it would be the good son you gave birth to!"
"What happened to the fourth child?"
"It's Old Thirteen!" Zhu Xianming's tone became more and more unkind.
"This bastard has no one to control him when he leaves Beijing. When he comes to Yingtian, he behaves recklessly. He has completely disgraced me!"
After taking the report from Zhu Xianming, Yang Qingyin read it carefully. Seeing that her son had fully recovered, her heart finally fell.
"Children are just messing around, and nothing happened, so why are you so angry?"
It is said that the royal family loves the eldest son, but for Yang Qingyin, the one she loves the most is the youngest son. After all, he raised him personally.
Just listen to Yang Qingyin continue to say: "Besides, the thirteenth is also helping the fourth, brothers and sisters are worthy of praise!"
"Praise? Are you confused?" Zhu Xianming said angrily.
Unexpectedly, Yang Qingyin said coldly: "I am old, but I am not confused!"
At this moment, she was also aroused and sat directly on the rocking chair, leaving Zhu Xianming without a place to sit.
"What do you mean by sending the fourth child to Jinling?"
To be able to be a ruthless queen like Zhu Xianming, Yang Qingyin is not an ordinary woman. She has a thorough understanding of everything inside and outside the court, including Zhu Xianming's thoughts.
"He is already weak, and yet he has to work so hard all the way. How can he be a father like you?" Yang Qingyin asked coldly.
She had been holding these words in her heart for a long time, and she finally found the opportunity to say them out today.
Zhu Xianming never imagined that his wife would take advantage of the situation even though he had just trained his ineffective young son.
If the emperor and empress quarreled, wouldn't they be laughed at by others?
"Everyone get out!"
As soon as Zhu Xianming spoke, all the maids and eunuchs inside and outside the hall resigned and left.
In the huge palace, only the emperor and the empress were left.
