In Kunning Palace, Chen Zhi had learned that his man was also kneeling outside Qianqing Palace.
"Mother, it's been three hours, you can't ignore it!"
Chen Zhi became more and more anxious, mainly because she was worried about Zhu Jingyuan. After all, everyone knew that kneeling as a punishment was not a big problem for Zhu Jinghong.
Looking at the Buddhist scriptures, Yang Qingyin said slowly: "Wait a little longer, this time I have to let Old Thirteen have a longer memory!"
As the biological mother, how could Yang Qingyin not feel distressed, but this time Zhu Jinghong went too far, making her really angry.
"By the way, why don't you see Sheng'er?"
After looking around, Chen Zhi replied: "Third sister was still here just now!"
"This kid is nothing to worry about!"
However, Yang Qingyin did not expect that at this moment, Zhu Yunsheng was carrying a snack box and quietly stepped into the Qianqing Gate.
The palace is strictly forbidden, and even important officials from the six ministries are not allowed to enter without summons.
But this rule is not valid for the emperor's four legitimate children. For example, the guards of Qianqing Palace at this moment seemed not to see Zhu Yunsheng.
When Zhu Yunsheng came closer, Zhu Jinghong also saw her. Seeing that she was carrying a food box, he understood what was going on.
"Brother Thirteen, are you hungry? I brought you something to eat!"
Among their four sisters, the fourth and sixth left the palace early to open a mansion. Although they were extremely protective of their younger sister, Zhu Yunsheng was still closer to Zhu Jinghong.
Zhu Jinghong swallowed his throat and replied: "Third sister, I'm okay if I'm hungry, but I'm very thirsty. The old man is so cruel that he won't even give me a sip of water!"
Only the predecessor of Zhu Jinghong could do this if he dared to open his mouth and shut his mouth outside the Qianqing Palace.
Arriving next to Zhu Jinghong, Zhu Yunsheng knelt down and said, "I brought your favorite Schisandra chinensis!"
The so-called Schisandra chinensis is actually the juice squeezed from five kinds of fruits. The taste is naturally much better than plain water. Zhu Jinghong's predecessor liked to drink it very much.
"Third sister, you still understand me!"
Just as Zhu Jinghong was about to start eating, he saw a man in blue robe standing coldly at the entrance of the main hall of Qianqing Palace.
This frightened Zhu Jinghong so much that he immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and knocked his head to the ground, causing his buttocks to stick out high, without any trace of the air he had just shown.
"Sheng'er, who asked you to come... Why don't you go back quickly!"
As he spoke, Zhu Xianming picked up the Schisandra chinensis, stirred it twice with a silver spoon and took a sip.
It was okay to drink, but Zhu Xianming still squeaked, which made Zhu Jinghong feel even more uncomfortable.
Even Zhu Jingyuan, who was kneeling beside him, felt his index finger moving at this moment and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Dad, this is for Brother Thirteen!"
After finishing the drink, Zhu Xianming put the bowl back into the food box and said slowly: "You girl, is it wrong to honor your father?"
"Someone, take Princess Jing'an back to Kunning Palace!"
"yes!"
Before Zhu Jinghong could quench his thirst and hunger, the contents of the food box were taken away, and even Zhu Yunsheng was taken away by the eunuch.
Putting his hands behind his back, Zhu Xianming walked around behind Zhu Jinghong and glanced at Zhu Jinghong who was lying on the ground. Zhu Xianming turned his eyes to Zhu Jingyuan.
"Lao Liu..."
"My son is here!"
"You...want to be as disobedient as Old Thirteen? Are you going to force me to marry you?"
Zhu Jingyuan could tell that the emperor's father was really angry at this moment, so he replied: "I don't dare!"
"Don't dare? What do you mean?"
Zhu Xianming's voice became colder and colder, as if he was really angry.
"My son...my son is..." Zhu Jingyuan was sweating like rain, and he didn't know how to reply for a moment.
"What is it? Why don't you get out of here?" Zhu Xianming scolded him coldly.
"My sons and ministers obey my decree, my sons and ministers obey my decree..."
Even though it was Zhu Jingyuan who was scolding, Zhu Jinghong, who was throwing himself on the ground, was also trembling when he heard the emperor's roar.
However, after Zhu Jingyuan escaped, Zhu Xianming did not get angry again, but turned around and entered the hall.
After he left, Zhu Jinghong raised his head slightly, and then slowly straightened his waist.
Until now, he still hadn't figured out how he had offended the emperor, causing him to torture him in such harsh ways.
According to Zhu Jinghong's estimation, he had made a lot of contributions during his trip to Jinling. Even if the emperor didn't reward him, at least he wouldn't punish him. He never expected that it would be such a result.
What made him even more confused was that the queen who doted on him unconditionally on weekdays actually sat back and watched him suffer here.
Is it because of exemption deficit? Or was it because he interfered in the battle of the capital and got involved in military power? Or go to the Qinhuai River...
For a time, Zhu Jinghong thought of a lot, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He never expected that he would do so many extraordinary things during a trip to Jinling.
Time passed like this, until the sun went down and darkness gradually enveloped the Forbidden City.
During this period, the prince also came, but before he even entered the Qianqing Gate, he was spit out by the emperor with a verbal edict.
By this time, Zhu Jinghong had been kneeling for four full hours.
Physically, he was able to bear the food. The only thing he couldn't stand was that he was too thirsty. What was even worse was that he fell asleep even after kneeling for so long.
Only a fool continues to kneel down...
But when he thought that he had been kneeling for so long, he was a big fool... Zhu Jinghong became even more sad.
There's no way to kneel down like this anymore. Damn it, I have to find a way to save myself... Zhu Jinghong thought to himself.
After a while, his body slowly started to sway, and his eyelids opened and closed from time to time, showing that he was extremely tired.
After shaking like this for more than ten minutes, Zhu Jinghong gritted his teeth and fell down, rolling down the imperial steps.
"Master Thirteen!"
The surrounding eunuchs exclaimed, and then they all gathered around. At the same time, someone entered the palace to report.
The steps were very high, and Zhu Jinghong fell down and rolled seven or eight times in a row, making him dizzy.
In addition, he was indeed very tired. At this moment, sleepiness suddenly came over him, and he lay down directly on the spot and fell asleep.
Under long-term psychological pressure, it is normal for the string he was holding to break and fall asleep.
It's so comfortable... This was the last thought that came to Zhu Jinghong's mind before falling asleep.
He felt comfortable sleeping this time, but the eunuchs were so anxious that they quickly carried him into the hall. Emperor Zhu Xianming even came to check in person.
"Why don't you hurry up and call the imperial doctor!"
Zhu Xianming's roar rang out in the hall, making all the eunuchs frightened and desperately trying to find something to do.
The imperial doctor rushed over soon after, and after making a diagnosis, he said that he was frightened and overworked, and that he would be fine after just two days of rest and recuperation.
"Old Thirteen? Old Thirteen?"
While calling, Zhu Xianming patted Zhu Jinghong's face, but the latter didn't react at all.
In current terms, Zhu Jinghong was in a deep sleep at the moment, and it was not easy to wake him up.
This made Zhu Xianming very worried, but things that worried him even more came one after another, because there were reports from outside that the queen was coming.
After entering the main hall and looking at Yang Qingyin's gloomy face, Zhu Xianming became a little worried.
In order to protect his own face, he waved everyone in the hall to leave, so as not to be laughed at later.
Seeing the queen sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at her little son on the bed with concern, Zhu Xianming took the initiative to explain: "The imperial doctor said that the old man is just tired, and he will be fine if he rests for two days!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhu Xianming finished speaking, Yang Qingyin turned around and glared at him, causing him to freeze in place.
"How did you force him to do this!"
"What do you mean I forced him? Didn't you agree to this?" Zhu Xianming didn't intend to take the blame.
Yang Qingyin said coldly: "I asked you to punish him, but I didn't ask you to punish him like this!"
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, okay?" Zhu Xianming said angrily.
Yang Qingyin didn't want to say more, so she scolded: "Come here, send Old Thirteen back to the palace!"
After a while, several young eunuchs appeared with a sedan chair, helped Zhu Jinghong onto the sedan chair and carried him out.
Yang Qingyin led people to follow her. Zhu Xianming originally planned to go there, but when he faced the queen's angry gaze, he had to give up the idea.
Before leaving, Zhu Xianming solemnly warned: "Qingyin, please don't get angry!"
Unexpectedly, Yang Qingyin said coldly: "Sooner or later, you and your son will be angry to death!"
The queen left without looking back. Zhu Xianming only had worry on his face. Of course he was worried about his wife's health.
"No...no...I don't want to be reincarnated..."
"I do not want……"
As soon as he was sent to the dormitory and placed on the bed, Zhu Jinghong closed his eyes and opened his teeth and screamed.
Seeing his appearance, Yang Qingyin quickly leaned to the bed and shouted in panic: "Thirteen, thirteen... don't scare your mother!"
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