After making his grandson cry, Lao Zhu contentedly took the child into his arms and coaxed him in a low voice. Queen Ma's heart also dropped. This old thing became more and more stubborn as he got older.
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the child's arm and asked: "Huh? We still have a grandson. Sister, where are you hiding?"
Queen Ma sat on the chair and took a breath and said, "Let me take you back."
Zhu Yuanzhang stopped talking, and just stared at the eldest grandson in his arms seriously. After a moment, he said: "Then I'll see you tomorrow, and you can ask me to bring him back for us."
Meeting today and meeting tomorrow in the palace are completely different from the eyes of the government and the public. The tenderness that flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes was instantly abandoned, leaving only the firmness as before.
Queen Ma also responded again, her palms and backs were full of flesh, but the more this happened, the sooner she had to make a decision, otherwise the risk would be endless.
Yang'er gradually got used to the smell of the visitor, and since she was a close relative by blood, she stopped crying. She grabbed the button ribbon on the emperor's robe with her little hands and began to pinch it open carefully.
Empress Ma saw that it was getting late, so she summoned the wet nurse to come in to feed the baby, and rushed the emperor to bathe and change clothes to prepare for bed. Lao Zhu was reluctant to leave and told him to hold his grandson to sleep tonight.
It's a pity that Lao Zhu still failed to achieve his wish in the end. Empress Ma didn't trust him at all and placed the child on the inside of the bed. She slept next to it, while poor Emperor Zhu could only sleep on the outermost side.
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Today's morning was extremely early. Civil and military officials lined up in front of the palace gate. Some military officials were even hungover and could only hug each other arm in arm. Some of the pickets stepped forward to stop them, but they were pushed to the ground.
After the three drums were strictly followed, the whip was sounded suddenly, and the palace gate was opened wide. Civil and military personnel came in. On the left and right, they could see the band of the Bell and Drum Division. There were burly Han generals standing between the pillars of the palace. They were wearing gold clothes and silver armor, standing with halberds and swords. They looked majestic. Extraordinary.
Since Zhu Biao came to accompany his father to have breakfast in the Huagai Hall in the morning, he did not enter with the officials, but waited early in the reserve seat of Fengtian Hall.
As the emperor's first morning court after returning from Beijing, every move was solemn and orderly. The Ministry of Rites and the Yushitai watched closely, and several officials who behaved inappropriately were impeached and reprimanded. Those Wu Xun who were still hungover were Naturally, he was also impeached by the censor, but Lao Zhu gave him extra tolerance, which also increased the momentum of the martial artists.
Looking at the martial artists who were becoming more and more wanton, Zhu Biao, who was standing on Danbi, couldn't help but pursed his lips. Some people just don't understand that being strict with you doesn't necessarily mean it's bad, and being tolerant to you doesn't necessarily mean it's bad. Be good to you, this is the way of the king’s mercy and preservation.
I drank a lot last night, but as a drunken and unhappy person, you slept all night, and you really can't even stand still, and it's hard to even pretend to be human?
It's nothing more than a test. After all, the banquet is given by the emperor, and the punishment will not be severe no matter what. Why not take this opportunity to see if the superior's attitude towards us is the same as before.
But I have really forgotten what it means to drink from a golden cup together, and not to spare anyone with a sword!
The morning court lasted for nearly two hours. The six departments of Zhongshu and all the Yasi and temples took turns to submit reports. The Metropolitan Governor's office also reported in detail the military situation of the Beijing camp's border troops and local guards.
Zhu Biao stood solemnly without saying a word, which also represented that all the power at the center of the imperial court was transferred from the prison prince to the emperor's hands. The symbolic significance was greater than the actual significance.
After retiring from the court, the father and son returned to Jinshen Hall. The Queen of Kunning Palace and the Crown Princess of the East Palace both brought pastries. The other concubines did not have the courage and did not dare to feel uncomfortable at this time.
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In Liyang County, in a rather grand mansion, the county magistrate Li Gao was walking anxiously in the hall, like an ant on a hot pot.
The steward who led the tea-serving maid up said, "My lord, don't be anxious. Sit down and have a sip of tea. My uncle will be out soon."
"Drinking tea? I am about to lose my head. What kind of tea are you drinking? Quickly call Pan Fu out!"
The butler's eyes showed disdain but he still said respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's not like you don't know my uncle's temper. I have already sent messages to you several times."
Li Gao stopped and said with a cold expression: "Then Huang Lu filed a complaint, and the imperial envoys who came to arrest me have probably already entered Liyang. I can't escape, but your family can escape?"
"My Pan family has roots in Liyang, so naturally I can't escape. Lord County Lord, please calm down."
A tall and strong man walked in from the outside. He was dressed in rich brocade and had a calm demeanor. He had a huge gold ring around his neck and a brocade pouch and jade pendant around his waist. He looked like a rich man.
Li Gao looked at the visitor with hatred on his face, and a few tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes: "I really regret my mistake. My innocent body was tainted by you and other rats out of thin air."
Pan Fu walked forward with a smile, grabbed the county magistrate's collar, and sneered face to face with him: "Oh? Is it the kid who forces you to have sex with that Li family day and night? Is it the kid who forces you? How many trucks are there transporting gold, silver and jewelry to your hometown? Or are you forcing you to expropriate countless good people?"
The butler on the side straightened up, took the tea cup held by the maid, and poured all the hot tea in the cup onto the county magistrate's trouser legs. The hot tea made Magistrate Li scream in pain, but he could not get away from Pan. Rich and strong arms.
"My Lord County Master, you are dead, why didn't you even stop Huang Lu!"
"I will hold you together even if I die, no one can run away!"
Li Gao's stubbornness could only last for a moment, and he collapsed again in tears. He stopped struggling and hugged Pan Fu's arm with all his strength: "I know that you have dealings with the Prime Minister, think of a way to escape this disaster." , I will definitely look after you from now on."
Pan Fu's face also turned gloomy and he said: "Sir, you are too high-minded. I am just an official in the county government. How can I talk to the Prime Minister?"
Before Li Gao could say any more harsh words, Pan Fu helped him sit down. The housekeeper on the side bent down again and lowered his eyebrows to prepare melon and fruit tea. A young woman with a enchanting figure and a charming face walked out of the back hall, her eyes exposed. Shi Shiran, who was full of affection, sat on the magistrate's lap in public, wiped her tears with an embroidered handkerchief, and sobbed plaintively on his chest.
"Sir, if you leave, what will happen to the slave family?"
The beauty of her daughter would not be lost on the public anywhere in the world. Listening to her sobbing and crying, even if a man's heart is as strong as iron, it will turn into softness around his fingers.
Li Gaobei couldn't restrain himself from this, and actually hugged the little woman and cried. Pan Fu whispered consolation from time to time. After a while, Pan Fu smiled and left. During this period, he could hear her dress being torn to pieces.
"Uncle, why do you need to take advantage of this old thing again?"
Pan Fu said with a smile: "It's a piece of junk, so why not this time? With him as the county magistrate, we will be able to handle everything. We will be better off."
Pan Fu went to the study room in the back house and saluted his father who was writing big characters: "Dad, my son has already made arrangements. I don't think Li Gao dares to think about it anymore."
"Hmph! It's been arranged. If you had really arranged it, how could you have caused what happened today!"
Pan's father dropped his pen and glared at his son fiercely: "Our Pan family has been working here for generations. From the Song Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty, the county's soap officials were deeply rooted. But you must also remember that our family is also a family of soap officials. It's up to you." It’s not difficult to become a county magistrate, but can you handle the matters that go to Datian?”
Pan Fu picked up the langhao pen and returned it to the table respectfully: "My son is also thinking about letting our Pan family climb up. The prince has set an example. Officials can be promoted to officials, but my son cannot climb up to the East Palace. I want to take the path of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, but the Prime Minister’s Mansion is very deep, and if I don’t search for gold and silver and show my filial piety, how can I succeed?”
Father Pan sighed and stopped lecturing his son: "You must make Li Gao bite his tongue. I have already discussed it with Mr. Jiang and your brother Zhao. The people below have also been beaten to death. That was Li Gao’s idea.”
"Yes, what is my son? He is just a small county official who cannot be called a name. How can the imperial envoy who came from above have the time to keep an eye on his son and pursue him."
"It's best this way, but you can't help but be just in case. You should go to Guangde County first to avoid the limelight."
"You all listen to dad."
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