Time soon came to the next day. Although the Holy Birthday Festival had passed, the palace was much busier today.
Just because this afternoon, a state banquet will be held in Fengtian Hall to entertain civil and military ministers and envoys from various countries.
But yesterday, Zhu Jinghong had a mess in Chengmingyuan and called Yinglian to talk about life.
In the afternoon, they were still lying on the bed, tightly wrapped in quilts.
"Thirteenth Master, it's time to get up..." Yu Hai reminded outside the dormitory.
"Master Thirteen?"
"Get lost..." Zhu Jinghong was extremely impatient.
After Yu Hai fell silent, another voice came from outside the house: "Thirteenth Master... His Majesty has a decree to summon all the princes to Ningshou Palace!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jinghong could only respond: "I know..."
In the afternoon, a banquet was given in the name of the Supreme Emperor, and the emperor and princes were summoned. Zhu Jinghong knew without guessing that the old man wanted to play a role in bringing harmony to the whole family.
Holding Yinglian in his arms, Zhu Jinghong pinched the soft part, and then said with a smile: "Are you still pretending to be asleep? Get up quickly and wait for me to change clothes!"
Yinglian was indeed pretending to sleep. Although this was her thirty-sixth time on this bed, she still felt uncomfortable.
"oh……"
In response, Yinglian lifted the quilt and put on her clothes first.
At this moment, she was only wearing a close-fitting tube top, and her figure was so slim that it made people think of her.
Zhu Jinghong felt that he was a saint because he could resist picking such a budding flower.
There is no other way. Any palace maid who seduces an underage prince will be executed. Zhu Jinghong really doesn't dare to joke with Yinglian's life.
After holding back such grievance, Zhu Jinghong couldn't help but ask: "Yinglian, do you think I am a saint?"
"Ah? Thirteenth Master...are you a saint? Do you want to be the emperor? My lord, can you still..."
Yinglian wanted to say that the emperor was still alive, but after all, the words were too shocking, and she finally suppressed them.
"You girl...what nonsense are you talking about!"
"I mean, I sit in peace, just like a saint who has no desires or desires!"
Zhu Jinghong was furious for a moment and thought to himself that this stupid girl Yinglian actually said what was in her heart.
While putting on her clothes, Yinglian replied: "Is it okay to sit in my arms? Then why is the Thirteenth Master touching up and down, and..."
"What else?"
"Still... you still stand up to me!" Yinglian's voice sounded like a mosquito, and her face turned red after she finished speaking.
Getting up from the bed, Zhu Jinghong leaned behind Yinglian and asked, "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense!"
"Master Thirteen, why don't you just..."
"Just what?" Zhu Jinghong asked, holding Yinglian in his arms.
At this moment, Yu Hai's voice came from outside again: "Thirteenth Master, the dragon robe has been delivered!"
Being disturbed by Yu Hai, Zhu Jinghong was extremely dissatisfied and said: "I know!"
So he let go of Yinglian, sat aside, and put on his underwear first.
After all, Yinglian was wearing a tube top, but he was only wearing a pair of pants. It was such a cold day that he was not afraid of the cold.
Taking this opportunity, Yinglian Ma Liu got dressed and went out to bring Zhu Jinghong's clothes in.
Under the service of Yinglian, Zhu Jinghong quickly put on his robes. Four dragon-red round collar robes and a wing-shaped crown symbolized his dignity as a prince.
"Yinglian, why have you been staring at me?"
"Because...because Master Thirteen is good-looking!" Yinglian told the truth.
"Good-looking? Why do I look good?" Zhu Jinghong was very interested. He liked to hear more pleasant words.
"In Miss Bao's words, the Thirteenth Master is very heroic and majestic... He has... what kind of appearance, what kind of..."
Speaking of the latter part, Yinglian couldn't remember clearly and suddenly seemed a little embarrassed.
"Is this what baby girl said?"
"Yeah!" Yinglian nodded.
"She's quite discerning!"
The two chatted for a while, and then Zhu Jinghong let him go, and he went to Ningshou Palace.
When he arrived, he found that all the emperors of the Ming Dynasty had arrived, and the emperor himself was chatting with the Supreme Emperor.
Perhaps because he did not want to destroy the harmonious atmosphere, Zhu Xianming did not pursue Zhu Jinghong's lateness, and even ignored his greetings.
At the scene, the only ones who could wear four dragon robes were the three brothers. Naturally, they had to sit together at this moment.
"Fourth brother, sixth brother... you are here early!"
The sixth brother, Zhu Jingyuan, immediately answered: "Thirteenth brother, don't open any pot and lift it. Are you really afraid that dad won't know that you are late?"
Damn it, let the sixth man take the lead again... Zhu Jingyuan was furious in his heart.
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While everyone in the royal family was chatting in Ningshou Palace, on the other side of the Rongguo Palace, Jia She was wearing official robes.
Today, Fengtian Palace gave a banquet, and he was also invited, which was completely beyond the expectations of everyone in the Jia family.
"The Holy Spirit allows us to attend the banquet. This is really rare. It seems that our house... is about to revive its lintel!"
Mrs. Xing is optimistic, but Jia She is in a heavy mood.
Their family was on the wrong side back then and had already lost the emperor's trust, so there was still a chance to regain its lintel.
Now Jia She only hopes that the crown prince can successfully succeed to the throne, so that the Jia family will still have a chance to start a business.
"Sir, Uncle Zhen is here and is serving tea in the outer hall!"
Today, there is a banquet given by the Fengtian Palace. All civil and military officials of the third rank and above can attend the banquet. The title of Jia Zhen, the first-class son, and the casual officials of the third-rank mighty general, just cross this line.
After finishing dressing, Jia She walked out, and Jia Lian and Jia Zhen happened to be there outside.
"Master!" The two stood up and saluted.
Just as he was about to leave, Jia She glanced at his son, who was not wearing official uniform, and asked casually: "Lian'er, how are you doing with your riding and shooting training?"
"Well... my son is getting acquainted!" Jia Lian replied slightly uneasily.
Jia She was not too angry, but sighed helplessly.
Learn martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family... Now the emperor doesn't use them, so practicing them is basically in vain.
"You still have to practice if you can, maybe you'll need it one day!"
"yes!"
Then Jia She asked again: "Old lady... when will we leave?"
Jia Lian replied: "Replying to the master, he said that he entered the palace at the beginning of You Zheng. Now it is too early to go. It is not too late to wait for at least half an hour!"
The emperor gave a banquet in the Chongzheng Palace, and the queen gave a banquet in the Chonghua Palace to entertain women of higher rank in Beijing, including Jia Mu, who was also invited.
Nodding, Jia She looked at Jia Zhen and said, "Zhen'er, let's go!"
"Please, sir!"
Jia She and the others left the palace gate, and there was a sedan waiting outside. They got on the sedan and rushed to the imperial city.
After they entered the Imperial City and passed the Meridian Gate, they discovered that many people had arrived, at least four to five hundred people at the scene.
Among the people present this time, civil and military officials and chieftain envoys from various tribes and alliances accounted for a small proportion. The largest number of people were elders from various places.
These people represented the local squires, all of whom were over sixty years old. They were specially summoned to the capital to pay homage to the Emperor's birthday.
"Brother Chen...you are here too!"
"Brother Zhang...Long time no see!"
In the square, Jia She met many acquaintances. Like his Jia family, they were all poor people who were late in joining the team.
As for those who took the wrong side, their families would either be confiscated and exterminated, or their heads would be beheaded and the whole family would be exiled. How could they still have the chance to stay in the capital and enjoy their happiness?
"With the Holy King on the throne, all the barbarians will submit, and the world will be at peace... My Ming Dynasty will be like the sun in the sky!"
"The Holy One is diligent and loves the people, and everyone in the world respects him... his benevolence has surpassed Yao, Shun, and Yu!"
"The Holy One has the vigor of Han Xuan, the magnanimity of Guangwu, the invincible bravery of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, the ambition of Xianzong to quell tyranny, and the benevolence and forgiveness of Song Renzong..."
After everyone greeted Jia She and the others, they began to praise the emperor Zhu Xianming again, and their voices were extremely loud, for fear that people passing by would not hear them.
This seems flattering and funny, but it is the greatest right thing for them, because only by showing loyalty to the emperor can they live a stable life.
Soon, the two Jia family members also understood the reason, so they also joined the team of touting.
In their small circle, Emperor Zhu Xianming became the most sage emperor in history since the two emperors of Yan and Huang.
Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, Wen and Wu must all come to the back.
(End of chapter)
