"Why is there so much noise outside?"
In the small Buddhist hall of Kunning Palace, Yang Qingyin put down the scripture in her hand with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Replying to your Majesty, the Thirteenth Master is here!"
"I just talked about him yesterday, why is he here again today!"
Zhu Jinghong pretended to study and prepare for the exam. Logically speaking, he should go to Wenhua Hall, where there were specialized bachelor's tutors.
But Zhu Jinghong always ran to Kunning Palace, which made Yang Qingyin particularly dissatisfied.
What kind of decency would it be for a boy to hang out among girls every day...
Those girls are all very good. If Thirteen always comes over to hang out, it will not sound good on the one hand, and on the other hand, it will lead to bad things for the girls!
Thinking of this, Yang Qingyin ordered: "Go...call Shisan over!"
"yes!"
Let's talk about the fact that in the east hall of Kunning Palace, Zhu Jinghong was wearing a black gauze winged crown and a red four-cup dragon collar robe. He rarely looked much more elegant.
Of course, objectively speaking, he was much more handsome, which attracted a few more glances from the palace maids along the way.
"Third sister, I'm here to learn the Analects of Confucius again!"
At this moment, Zhu Yunsheng, who had just sat down in the study room of the east hall, heard the movement outside and said to the left and right: "I heard it all... I just said Brother Thirteen is coming!"
"Why do you think he is embarrassed? He read The Analects of Confucius when I didn't enter school, he read The Analects of Confucius when I first entered school, and he read The Analects of Confucius when I read it..."
"Now I have read all four books, but he is still reading The Analects of Confucius..."
Hearing this, several attendants in the palace laughed, and at that moment Zhu Jinghong also entered the palace.
Xiangyun was the first to greet him and asked with a smile: "Thirteenth Master, although there are many books by sages, why do you only love the Analects of Confucius?"
Zhu Jinghong is easy-going and easy-going, and Xiangyun has become familiar with each other after being in the palace for the few days he has been in the palace. Now he dares to come forward and joke.
Walking to the middle of the study, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Girl Yun, the Analects of Confucius was written by Confucius. How can I not love books written by saints!"
Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, and Zhu Jinghong also laughed together.
At this time Zhen Qin also came over and said with a smile: "Thirteenth Master, if the Analects of Confucius is written by Confucius, then who is the author of Spring and Autumn?"
"Girl Qin...you can't trouble me. Chunqiu is either Zuo Zhuan or the one with the surname Zuo...what's his name..."
Seeing that Zhu Jinghong couldn't explain, Yang Jingting couldn't help but said: "Master Thirteen wants to say... Zuo Qiuming, right?"
Baochai became a little anxious when she heard that Yang Jingting also intervened. She had always regarded Yang Jingting as her strongest opponent.
"Yes...that's him, I was just about to say it!"
After walking up to Zhu Jinghong with tea, Baochai handed it forward and said, "Thirteenth Master, you'd better say less, otherwise it will become a joke in the east hall!"
When taking the tea cup, Zhu Jinghong touched Baochai's finger. The latter didn't react much to this, but took a slight step back.
After taking a sip of hot tea, Zhu Jinghong said: "It doesn't matter, you are happy and I am happy too!"
Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, a female official came in from outside the study. After paying homage, she said, "Thirteenth Master, the Queen, please come over!"
"Uh... I'll be there in a moment!" Zhu Jinghong responded.
The female official said very solemnly: "The empress said, please come over immediately!"
"All right!"
Turning around, Zhu Jinghong said to the girls: "Sisters, I'll take my leave first!"
"Master Thirteen, walk slowly!"
Xiangyun was the first to speak and sent Zhu Jinghong out of the study.
Just listen to Zhu Yunsheng say: "Who is his sister? You guys said this and that... I am my biological sister, but you didn't say a word about it!"
Everyone smiled slightly, but their thoughts were different.
Seeing that no one answered, Zhu Yunsheng continued: "Although my thirteenth brother is not literate, he is brave enough to be worthy of all men. He is a top-notch hero in the world. You all care about him...but you are also human!"
These words touched the minds of a certain three of them. Only Xiangyun didn't care. She just admired Zhu Jinghong and it would take some time before she fell in love with her.
"Why don't you say anything? My thirteenth brother is here, and you all rush to say something, and you don't even pay attention to what I say!"
"Who on earth are you working for?" Zhu Yunsheng said with dissatisfaction in his tone.
He treats these people as attendants and good sisters as he leads the team, but these people all want to be his sisters-in-law, how can Zhu Yunsheng not complain.
Besides, after Zhu Jinghong left the east hall, he was led to the back of the main hall. The room in the northeast corner is the small Buddhist hall, which is also the most mysterious place in Kunning Palace.
Even as the queen's own son, Zhu Jinghong rarely comes here.
The door was opened, and the inside was as simple and simple as usual. There was only a Buddha statue and a few futons, and Queen Yang Qingyin sat cross-legged in the middle.
Taking off his crown and hat, Zhu Jinghong came forward in three steps and two steps at a time. He dropped his hat and squatted beside the queen. He stretched out his hand to pat his mother's shoulders.
Turning to look at her laughing son, Yang Qingyin said with a dissatisfied look on her face: "Look at what you... are like, pick up the hat!"
Zhu Jinghong had no choice but to stop, pick up the hat from the mat, and place it squarely on the futon aside.
"Mother... what are your instructions for summoning your son?" Zhu Jinghong returned to his mother and continued to serve him carefully.
Seeing his attentive look, Yang Qingyin felt better, and then asked: "Thirteen... I told you yesterday that you should come to Kunning Palace less often, and you just forgot about it today?"
When he heard that this was indeed the reason, Zhu Jinghong quickly concluded: "Mother... my son also wants to study!"
"Fart, are you here to learn? Humph... I'm too embarrassed to point you out!"
Yang Qingyin clearly understood what Zhu Jinghong was planning.
A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
Now that his son is older, it seems normal to Yang Qingyin that he likes women, but it is really not a tradition to always hang out with the girls.
"Mom, I really want to study. Only when I am with Sheng'er can I become serious..."
"Little bastard, don't use these words to deceive me. I'm telling you today... don't bother Sheng'er in the future!"
"Don't you like wild things? In March next year, you will be crowned and granted a title. Once you leave the palace, you can go wild as you like... I will never care about you again!"
Zhu Jinghong didn't answer at all, but said: "Mother... if you say that, my son will be sad!"
"Could it be that since I left the palace, I am no longer your son?"
It was originally to teach her younger son a lesson, but now she was forced to have nothing to say. Yang Qingyin felt very uncomfortable for a while.
There are really not many people in this world who dare to talk nonsense to her.
"Boy...it seems you have to let your father talk to you!"
As soon as he heard this, Zhu Jinghong wilted instantly and immediately begged for mercy: "Mom... you are such a good person, why did you ask my father to come here? Isn't it just adding trouble!"
Seeing that Zhu Jinghong was talking nonsense again, Yang Qingyin scolded her with a straight face: "How dare you despise your father? If he hadn't protected you, you would have been scolded to death by the Yushi Yanguan just for the troubles you have caused in the past few months! "
Unexpectedly, Zhu Jinghong said: "I don't need the imperial censor to scold me, my father will beat me to death..."
"Tomorrow there will be a sutra banquet at the Wen Hua Hall. My father said he would take the test from me. If he fails, he will have to receive thirty imperial rods..."
Before Zhu Jinghong finished speaking, he heard the queen say in surprise: "Only thirty imperial staffs?"
"Mom...what do you mean by this?"
"What can I mean? Your father is still too lenient on you. I think fifty imperial staffs will be enough!" Yang Qingyin said extremely seriously.
After examining the queen for a long time, Zhu Jinghong couldn't help but ask: "Mother...could it be that you picked me up?"
(End of chapter)
