Prince Rong originally planned to change the courtyard for Huang and give her a larger courtyard second only to the old lady and Concubine Qian, but Huang refused to accept anything he said.
Zhao Mengqi was afraid that she would feel uneasy, so he did not force him and asked King Rong to give up the idea.
In fact, because of Zhao Mengqi, the fee set for the Huang family was also very high. It was only Concubine Qian's obstruction and King Rong's lack of concern that made all this happen on paper.
Now that she has recovered, Huang has truly become the third largest mistress of the palace. Her future life will take a fundamental leap. Zhao Mengqi no longer has to worry about it for the time being, but Zhao Mengqi still asked Huang Gou to arrange two reliable chamberlains here.
The next day, Zhao Mengqi was going back to Beijing. He didn't let his mother and sister see him off, so he said goodbye in the yard.
"Mother, my son has to return to the palace. If you miss him, just ask the two little yellow gates to send a message to the palace. Your son will come back to see you more often when he has time."
"Okay, okay." Mrs. Huang tidied Zhao Mengqi's clothes and reluctantly said, "Silang, you should also take good care of your health and don't show off in anything. If there is something dangerous, don't fight if you can. Mother only wants to As long as you are safe."
"My son knows, you don't have to worry too much." Zhao Mengqi replied comfortingly, and then hugged his sister, "Jian Niang, are you really not going to live in the palace with your brother?"
Zhao Jian burst into tears, getting her brother's shoulders wet, and said twitchingly, "Ms. Jian actually wants to follow the fourth brother, but she can't let her stay here alone, otherwise there will be no one to accompany her." Mother has spoken."
"Okay, okay, you are such a crybaby." Zhao Mengqi patted his sister on the back, and after a while he held her shoulders apart and pinched her little nose, "Don't forget, you promised Those who live up to Fourth Brother can only be happy in the future."
Zhao Yan blinked his eyes, with crystal tears hanging on his long eyelashes. He stared at his brother blankly for a long time, and then he leaned forward and kissed Zhao Mengqi on the cheek, and then laughed..."
Zhao Mengqi was stunned for a while, then he couldn't help but laugh, "You girl, you are crying and laughing, like a kitten peeing."
"Hehe hehe... Xiaobai looks so ugly when he pees. Mother Jian wouldn't do that." Zhao Jian's eyes showed more and more liveliness.
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but ruffle his sister's hair, "Yes, yes, my mother-in-law is the most beautiful..."
"Fourth brother, you are messing with my hair again. It's so annoying." Zhao Han shook his head, then plunged into his brother's chest and rubbed it randomly.
Mrs. Huang looked lovingly at the laughing pair of children, feeling the joy of a family that she had never experienced before.
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Lin'an Imperial Palace, Yanhe Hall, this is the Duo Hall on the side of Chongzheng Hall.
Not only were the main halls of the Southern Song Dynasty Palace small, but there were actually only two main halls, namely Chongzheng Hall and Chui Gong Hall. Therefore, one hall was often used for multiple purposes and named as needed. For example, when the registration ceremony was held, the sign of Daqing Hall was hung. During the palace examination, the Jiying Hall was hung, when greetings were received, the Zichen Hall was hung, and when military parades were discussed, the Lecture Hall was hung, which was simply a 'temporary palace'.
This Yanhe Hall was originally a resting place for the emperor before holding ceremonies. Later, it was used for the emperor to sit down and handle government affairs.
At this time, Zhao Guanjia was sitting in front of the case, looking through a memorial. It was the charter for the re-election of the prince submitted by Prime Minister Xie Fangshu jointly with Dong Huai and Cheng Yuanfeng.
"I thought that after three people discussed it, this charter could be delayed for a while. It seems that Uncle Xie Fang also has some tricks, and he actually managed it."
Zhao Guanjia shook his head and muttered to himself, and then began to read it carefully.
The general meaning of the memorial is that within ten days, as many clan members as possible who are under the age of sixteen and the eleventh generation grandson of Taizu Taizong will be gathered together in Lin'an.
Due to the distance, it is estimated that there will be about a hundred people, and then they will be divided into five groups according to three-year-old age groups, and five people will be initially selected from each group.
Then use appropriate methods according to age to conduct intra-group comparisons, with one winner from each group. Finally, the remaining five people of different age groups will compete again, and the official will personally select one or two people he is satisfied with.
To be honest, if personal feelings are put aside, this method is reasonable. These turbans are indeed the best people selected through many levels of imperial examinations. Anyone who really does something sincerely has a few brushes.
If everyone upholds the public spirit and uses a method similar to the imperial examination to strictly select the heir to the throne, perhaps the probability of a foolish emperor can be greatly reduced.
But in fact this is impossible, not to mention that everyone cannot be public-minded, even the emperor in power will not accept such a method. After all, the emperor also has selfish desires, and he does not allow the emperor to be openly elected. That will Fundamentally shaken the sanctity of imperial power.
This time, it was mainly because Zhao Guan's family deliberately indulged for ulterior motives, and the civil servants of the Southern Song Dynasty had reached their peak. After all, 'not killing scholar-bureaucrats' was the so-called ancestral system of the Song Dynasty.
"I hope Shiro is not asking for trouble this time, otherwise the fun will be great."
Zhao Guanjia murmured that he found no faults in the memorial, so he wrote the word "ke" and asked the people in Zhongshushe to pass it back to Zhengshi Hall.
After dealing with some government affairs for a while, Zhao Guanjia stood up and stretched his waist, "Showing in Ciyuan Hall."
In the past few days, Concubine Yan seemed to have returned to the time when she first entered the palace. She had become charming and alluring, and she was even more flattering, which made Zhao Guan's family enjoy the joy of being a man. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel hot in her lower abdomen, and her pace quickened a few times. point.
