Tang Zhaoyi's eyes touched Shuanghong's eyes filled with hatred, and she couldn't help but shudder.
She sneered and knelt down again, her face pale and she didn't dare to say a word.
Shuanghong sneered, picked up another bucket of crushed ice, and poured it on top of her.
The sharp ice blade grazed Tang Zhaoyi's face, leaving a trail of blood on her cheek. However, at this moment, with Shuanghong and the Sixth Prince watching, she did not dare to wipe it away.
Shuanghong turned around and ordered the two little chamberlains: "Every hour, send two buckets of ice. The weather has been hot recently. It's time to wake up Empress Zhaoyi!"
Ying Zheng crossed his arms and watched this scene quietly from the side without making a sound.
Shuanghong sent away the two young chamberlains, and then she was shocked to realize that she had just forgotten that His Highness the Sixth Prince was still here.
She was a little panicked, but she still pretended to be calm, as if she didn't care, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you think I'm bad?"
Ying Zheng shook his head, smiled softly, turned around and went to the inner hall to find Concubine Quan to talk about business.
Shuanghong: "?"
She was left in a daze where she was.
Ying Zheng quietly said to the old guys in the space: "This Shuanghong is like a little sister, a little cute."
Chapter 208
Ying Zheng asked Concubine Quan straight to the point: "Mother, after the palace banquet, did your Majesty deliver any personnel to you?"
Concubine Quan was startled, and then answered him: "Yes, there are old people from the Shang Palace Bureau, and there are also people from the palace province, but..."
She slightly emphasized her tone: "Tomorrow, those are all His Majesty's people."
In the future, when the emperor becomes emperor, these people will undoubtedly become the new emperor's people, but at this moment, they still regard the emperor's will as the highest criterion.
In other words, if his son wants to use these people to do something, the emperor will definitely know.
"It doesn't matter," Ying Zheng said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of letting His Majesty know about this matter."
Concubine Quan knew that her son had always done things well, so she didn't give much advice. She immediately asked: "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"It's actually very simple," Ying Zheng said softly with a deep look, "All you need to do is send a letter to the queen."
…
After that palace banquet, Yu Zhenzi's output also accelerated slightly.
The most obvious evidence is that his speed and success in refining alchemy have obviously increased.
Ying Zheng still worked as the shopkeeper, leaving Gongsun Yi to work outside to attract hatred. During the day, he helped the emperor review memorials, and spent the rest of the night in the alchemy room discussing the mysteries of the great path with Yu Zhenzi.
Speaking of which, there is an interesting thing.
The emperor wanted to temper his heir's temperament, so he specially selected many relatively unimportant and time-consuming memorials for his son to deal with.
He was already over forty years old, and few emperors of the Zhou Dynasty could live past the age of fifty. At this moment, it was time to plan for a successor, but the heir he chose was not even fifteen years old.
Still too young.
For an emperor, it is a good thing to be enterprising, but it is a big taboo to be too impatient and unsteady.
After the emperor had breakfast, he summoned people over and ordered his attendants to set up a table next to him. Both father and son had memorials half a man's height in front of them, and they were conducting relative affairs.
An hour passed.
The emperor took a moment to glance at his son.
Hey, this guy takes it seriously.
Oops, the memorial was dealt with quite quickly.
Hey, is it possible to dispose of it so quickly at the expense of quality?
The emperor frowned secretly, stood up and stretched his muscles, walked in front of his son, and took a copy from the pile of memorials that he had finished reviewing.
...very good!
He is experienced and well-reasoned in dealing with things, which is almost the same as him.
The emperor was really surprised.
Somewhat unbelievable.
Could it be that I happened to get a better deal from him?
Take another look.
Impeccable, can't find any faults.
The emperor was so anxious that he took out several copies and read them with a picky mentality, but he couldn't find any flaws!
Emperor: This is unreasonable!
He knows it all, what else can I teach him? !
The emperor stood beside his son blankly. When no one knew, a tsunami was quietly brewing in his heart.
It was at this time that Ying Zheng finally raised his head from the memorial and gave him a slightly strange look: "Your Majesty, doesn't he have anything of his own to do?"
emperor:"?"
Ying Zheng glanced at the emperor's desk again, with an expression of surprise: "I thought you had done all your own things, but you haven't? The monarch's time is more precious than gold, can it be wasted like this?"
emperor:"……"
Your grandma has legs!
I'm sorry, Queen Mother!
This grandson is really so annoying!
But if he really was asked to refute...
What this guy said seems to make sense.
The key is, what he said are all my words!
The emperor was holding his breath and returned to his seat with a straight face.
At the end of the day, people were kept to take exams.
Ying Zheng naturally responded fluently.
The emperor's mood was very complicated.
As for the heir, as the current head of the family, of course I think the better he is, the better.
But if he is really excellent to this extent, there is a subtle awkwardness.
He waved his hand and sent the person away without interest.
The next day, Lao Liu came again, bringing something with him.
The emperor was very happy.
As the emperor, he was rich all over the world, but in fact he did not lack much external support.
But this kid has always been a sea urchin and is covered in thorns. It is really rare that he knows how to bring something for his father. (What, I shouldn’t know what sea urchin is in my age?) (I want you to take care of it, I’ll do it if I say it!)
The emperor happily received it in his hand. Over there, Lao Liu had already consciously sat down at his seat and began to deal with official duties.
very good.
As the successor, you should have such a calm and calm mentality.
Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his face did not change.
Oh, you gave me a scroll.
Which famous calligraphy and painting is it?
Let me be healthy. Let me be healthy.
The first thing that comes out after opening it is the signature.
Zhou Ming, followed by the seal and year, month and day.
What, this kid wrote it himself?
No wonder I sat there so early, it turned out I was embarrassed.
The emperor smiled knowingly, and when he opened it again, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
"Old six!"
He roared: "What do you mean by writing me a banner saying 'Be careful not to be impatient'?!"
Ying Zheng looked at him in surprise.
The emperor became more and more annoyed: "Why are you looking at me like this?!"
Ying Zheng: "..."
Emperor: "Speak!"
Ying Zheng: "Are you in a hurry?"
emperor:"……"
The emperor was furious and pointed at the door: "Get out! Get out of here right now!!!"
Ying Zheng immediately packed up his things and walked out calmly.
When he got to the door, he turned back and said, "You look really anxious."
emperor:"?"
"You damn beast!"
The emperor broke through the defense on the spot, grabbed the inkstone on the case, and smashed it directly.
Because of this incident, the emperor did not send anyone to summon him again in the next few days. Ying Zheng was at ease. Apart from listening to the report of Gongsun Yi, who was getting tired day by day, he hung out in the alchemy room all day long.
Shuanghong was still a little worried and whispered: "I'm afraid it's not good for Your Highness to offend His Majesty like this."
