After Gu Chen came back from Zhuanglang, he used fishing to the extreme every day when he went to work.
As long as he can finish something in half a day, he will finish it in one day.
What he could do in one day, he did in two days.
Days like this are naturally extremely comfortable and as happy as a god.
On this day, as usual, he found a gap to slip out and bask in the sun.
But I met two young eunuchs passing by, chatting quietly.
"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince's Concubine Lu is ill. She is very ill. There is nothing the hospital can do. It looks like it will be of no use."
Gu Chen's footsteps paused. Is Lu sick?
Only to hear another young eunuch take over the conversation, with a somewhat pitiful tone.
"Ah, Concubine Lu is so young, and His Highness is still so young. I heard that the miracle doctor Xiao is in Beijing, why didn't Your Highness ask him to treat the concubine?"
"I don't know. I just know that the illness is serious. I don't even know anyone anymore. The Ministry of Rites is preparing a shroud. I think there is no way to save him."
"It's such a pity. If she lived well, she would enjoy endless glory and wealth in this life. It's a pity that her life is not very good..."
The sound gradually faded away, and Gu Chen only felt weird.
Although the ancients made shrouds with the intention of celebrating happiness, why did he find it so strange?
Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince discovered something and wanted to kill Lu?
This is actually a good thing.
But according to Lao Zhu's temper, if the Lu family really committed a capital crime, Lao Zhu would probably punish the other three clans, right?
Well, could it be that you are taking Zhu Yunwen's face into consideration?
yes.
If there was a mother clan that made a big mistake, Zhu Yunwen would never be able to hold his head up again in this life.
Lao Zhu is a person who values family ties, but it’s a pity that his surname is not Zhu!
East Palace.
"What is your highness thinking?"
Zhu Biao stood in the study room in a daze. He didn't even know that the Crown Princess had come in. It was Chang who called him first before he came back to his senses.
"It's okay, I'm just thinking, the palace is supposed to be a strict place."
"Why can Mrs. Lu still interact and trade with people outside the palace? This is terrible."
It's like a sharp knife is placed next to your pillow. You don't know when this sharp knife will stab you and your family.
"The palace is strict, but it is also large." Mrs. Chang said softly: "It is normal to have one or two loopholes. As long as Your Highness trains the guards diligently and I strictly control the palace people, everything will be fine."
When something like this happened, she didn't know how to comfort His Highness the Crown Prince.
It was because of my blindness that I actually recommended a femme fatale to His Highness.
Not only does she want her own life, she also wants Heroine's life.
Thinking of her son, Chang squeezed her hands tightly.
That is his only son, no one can touch him.
"Lu has been ill for more than a month, so I can give her a break."
Chang nodded. They did not make any announcement about this matter, and they did not even confront Lu. Lu still doesn't know what they know.
All it takes is a few doses of medicine, a reason for her to die of illness, a job for the outside world, and a dignity for the emperor and grandson, and the matter will be settled.
This couple, who seemed gentle and kind to outsiders, showed no mercy at all when they attacked their former sisters (my pillowmates).
Zhu Biao took a deep breath. If he hadn't been concerned about Yun Wen's reputation, he really wouldn't have wanted to take advantage of her and her family.
"You have to pay more attention to Yun Wen's upbringing in the future. You are his mother."
After all, he was his biological son, and Zhu Biao had to think about his future.
Lu's funeral was well organized, without any fuss, and Queen Ma even came forward to give Zhu Yunwen enough face.
It's just that when the second concubine dies, the funeral will be like that no matter how well it is done.
Within half a month, the incident passed, and there was no thought of her again.
Those who fail in a fight under the imperial power are nothing more than dust, no matter how powerful they are. Those in power can easily meet the King of Hell with just a pinch of their fingers.
What can be left is just a few strokes in the history books.
In October of the fourteenth year of Hongwu.
Xue Xiang's matter was also investigated clearly. Lao Zhu looked at the irrefutable evidence in front of him and sighed: "The unfilial descendants have dragged Yan Xiang down."
"According to law, Xue Xiang has to fight two hundred battles." After Lao Zhu said this, he paused and turned to look at Zhu Biao: "Boss, how old is Xue Xiang this year?"
Zhu Biao smiled and replied: "Father, Xue Shangshu is seventy years old this year, but he can't stand two hundred battles, so he still has to let his son come."
After all, Jun Wuxi, you said it yourself, you will not be responsible after you are sixty-five years old.
"Let's do it." Lao Zhu didn't say anything: "We will kill all those who committed the crime. Xue Xiang is old and cannot take responsibility. Let his four sons each receive a hundred sticks."
"Since he is far away in the capital and cannot restrain the clan members, let him be dismissed from his post and return...forget it, let's demote him to Minister of Industry."
There is a shortage of people in the court now, and many people are still working in chains.
Xue Xiang can still be used, so let him return to his hometown in a few years to restrain his people.
"Yunqi, go and bring us the magic mirror."
Lao Zhu kept a close eye on Gu Chen. Not to mention what he was doing, he knew all about fishing every day.
But seeing that he wasn't doing his job properly, Lao Zhu just didn't bother to argue with him.
As soon as Zhu Biao saw this novel thing, he knew where it came from.
"Dad, where did Guang Xi come from?"
He knew that his father had let Gu Chen go, and although he didn't agree with it, he also knew that his father had no bad intentions, so he didn't say anything.
As long as Gu Chen doesn't make any mistakes, San'er can't threaten him.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, called his son to his side, and asked his son to bring vegetable leaves, so that his son could observe the tiny veins through the eyepiece.
"Gu Chen, this kid, can do the work of the censor, he can also do the work of the Ministry of Finance, and now it seems that he can still do the work of the Ministry of Works."
"I specially made it according to what San'er said. It's more delicate than the one in Gu Chen's hand. It's interesting to look at. I didn't know that this vegetable leaf could have so many meridians."
He has decided that he will go to Gu Chen's house to have dinner during the Chinese New Year this year.
By the way, I took a look at what he had in his house. It was a good thing that even San'er hadn't discovered.
"Gu Chen is indeed a talent." Zhu Biao agreed: "It's just that my son doesn't understand why his father must put him in the position of censor?"
Wouldn't it be nice to put such an all-round person elsewhere?
Lao Zhu smiled and said: "Because we once said that we will not kill the censor. As for you, you will sit in my position in the future."
"We don't care where we put that boy Gu Chen."
Otherwise, he is really afraid of himself, and one day he will be murderous and beheaded.
Tu Jie: "..."
Chen Ning: "..."
The two of us are also censors. Didn't you, the old man, just cut it off as soon as you said it?
Gu Chen didn't know Lao Zhu's good intentions. He planned to go to Tianjie Temple to find Yao Guangxiao a year ago to hear what he wanted to say to him.
In November in Nanjing, the grass and soil on the road have already turned white, and you can hear the rustling sound when walking on it.
Tianjie Temple was filled with white mist, as if it were in a fairyland. Gu Chen slowly climbed up the steps, and wisps of white mist floated out of his mouth.
"Huh~ I haven't climbed a mountain for a long time, it's really tiring."
He came today by himself, without bringing anything, and even sent Gu An to prepare New Year's goods, just to avoid being retaliated by him.
There was no one on the long steps. The dignitaries all took carriages and went up the mountain from another road. Gu Chen also wanted this road to be quiet.
"Master Gu is here."
Suddenly, Yao Guangxiao's hearty voice came. Gu Chen looked up and saw him coming out of the morning mist and walking towards him with a smile.
"How did the eminent monk know that I would come to visit today?"
Gu Chen felt puzzled and scary. This monk really had magical powers.
"Because the poor monk and Mr. Gu have a good understanding of each other." Yao Guangxiao stood on the same level as him again and made an invitation: "The scenery behind the mountain is better. Mr. Gu, would you like to take a look?"
Only then did Gu Chen realize that there was a small road not far away.
He curled his lips and said with a smile: "When the eminent monk makes an appointment, it's natural to go with him."
Gu Chen felt a sense of security and went with Yao Guangxiao calmly after touching the sharp and poisonous knife he had made through his clothes.
Just in case, he didn't think what this monk would really do to him.
