Zhu Houzhao wouldn't bathe so frequently in winter, but basically after three to five days, he felt his skin was a little itchy, and it was the same today, so he ordered him to prepare fragrant soup.
Liu Jin saw that the prince was not very happy, so he told the eunuchs and maids waiting outside, "Be careful today. If you offend His Highness, you may end up with your own head!"
At times like this, Qiu Yun had to be careful. She peeked inside and found that many eunuchs and maids in the room had also knelt down.
"Eunuch Liu, what happened to Your Highness today? But who offended His Highness again?"
"Alas." Liu Jin sighed, "Wei Bin is gone. His Highness probably feels bad too."
Qiuyun blinked and didn't dare to ask anymore.
Since she arrived in the East Palace in the tenth year of Hongzhi, she has known a lot of people, and Wei Bin is one of them. She didn't know the political affairs of the foreign dynasty or the major events in the world, nor did she want to know them. But she knew that Wei Bin had been with His Highness for many years.
Over the years, the Crown Prince has punished disobedient slaves, but just like the foreign ministers had some misunderstandings about His Highness, people close to him knew that the Crown Prince actually had a very tolerant personality.
Just like this winter, if anyone lacks warm clothes, His Highness will give him a reward; if anyone is accidentally injured on weekdays, His Highness will also give him medicine; especially for women, every month there will be unbearable pain in the lower abdomen, and His Highness will not ask, but They will also understand. In a word, as long as you work honestly, your life in the East Palace will actually be quite comfortable. It's a different matter if you don't find yourself happy.
So now that Wei Bin is gone, he must have made a big mistake.
Qiu Yun turned around and gave the maids behind him a look. Some of them nodded, and some swallowed their saliva, "You have to be very alert today. What you did in the past, you have to do it more carefully today."
"Yes." Everyone responded softly.
In the room, behind the screen, steam was rising in the soup pool. The prince was soaking in it, while eunuchs kept coming with hot water. It was cold in winter, so he couldn't feel comfortable without dozens of people waiting for him to take a shower.
"...Liu Jin."
The old eunuch had been standing guard not far away, but when he heard the call, he quickly came in, "Your Highness!"
"I'm bored, do you have any interesting things among the people? Tell me about it?"
Um...Liu Jin still rarely sees the prince asking about these things, and most people don't dare to speak to the prince. If he talks too much, if the prince becomes playful, then a minister will have to report them and say that they are slaves. It is played with folk wild interest.
Liu Jin hesitated for a moment, and Qiu Yun next to him took over, "Your Highness, the slaves have heard a joke recently."
"A joke?" Zhu Houzhao found a position and half-lyed, his black hair fell into the water, and now his head was floating on the water, "Tell me and listen."
"It is said that a scholar went to Beijing to take an exam. When he was walking on the road, he encountered a strong wind and suddenly his hat flew off and fell to the ground. The scholar shouted: Master, your hat fell to the ground. The scholar was not happy and scolded: Don't talk about falling to the ground in the future ( No.)! Let’s talk about the ground (No.). The book boy didn’t know why, so he just followed the instructions anyway, thinking that in case he fell again, he tied up all the luggage he was carrying a little tighter, and then said: The young master will never be able to reach the ground (th) now!”….
"Pfft..." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but laugh, "This is good. This is the earliest homophone joke."
When the crown prince smiled, Liu Jin and Qiu Yun felt a little relieved.
Liu Jin wiped his sweat and laughed with him anyway.
However, Qiuyun became more proficient, "Your Highness, what is a homophone?"
"It's not important." Zhu Houzhao twisted his neck, "I'm a little tired today. Is the bed warm? I'll go to bed earlier if it's warm."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, it's already warmed up."
Winter is cold and there is no heating these days, so the quilt is more comfortable. It's just troublesome to have wet hair, so Zhu Houzhao will rest his head on Qiuyun's thigh, and Qiuyun will wipe it repeatedly with a dry cloth to absorb the water.
"Your Highness, don't be too tired."
Zhu Houzhao took off the silk scarf on his face and said with some energy: "I can't squint my eyes. If I squint, the Ming Dynasty may find a few corrupt officials and cause me trouble."
Fang people. So I should work harder. "
Qiu Yun's nose turned sour, "If all the people in the world can have people as good as Your Highness from generation to generation, then the world will be peaceful."
"Then I can't go on forever without squinting my eyes."
"It is said in the palace that the Emperor is also concerned that His Highness is overworked, so he wants to choose a princess for His Highness so that someone can take better care of His Highness in the future."
Oh, I forgot about it when I got busy.
"What are you taking care of? I don't even have a headache. I'm just worried that she won't be able to do the job of serving people. It's even harder to serve her as carefully as you do and to have her nails trimmed so well." Zhu Houzhao clicked his tongue. After a moment of silence, let’s talk about it later.
He was worrying about this, but when he looked up, he found Qiu Yun suppressing a smile, which made him a little strange, "What's so funny about this?"
"Not at all..." Qiu Yun said in a voice as loud as a mosquito's fly, "Even if you have a wife, how can you care about trimming your nails... This kind of thing can only be done by slaves... Your Highness, slaves To be bold, does Your Highness know what it means to have a wife?"
She was so shy that she said this, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
The so-called breeze is half a curtain, and the moon is bright on the couch, half shy and half evasive, no different from the ordinary romantic moon...
That's probably it.
In fact, of course Zhu Houzhao knew, but he was curious, "Do you know? You have never been married."
After all, Qiuyun was a few years older, and her tender face was so delicate that she spoke softly, "That's what I heard from the sisters in the palace."
"Then...who are those sisters listening to?"
"I don't know this, this slave. After all, someone has been married, so I know."
Zhu Houzhao, a bastard who pretends not to understand, seems to like teasing the newly ripened flowers. He probably thinks that things like love are more charming when they are mixed up rather than messy.
"Then what did they say?"
Qiu Yun didn't know if this was against the rules, so he said, "... Then Your Highness promised me that I can only listen and not try."
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The seventeenth year of Hongzhi is passing day by day, and the eighteenth year of Hongzhi is approaching, and the deadline is approaching. He originally thought that Emperor Hongzhi in history would have been somewhat tired, but now that he was shouldering the burden for him, he would be more or less better, and his health had indeed improved some time ago.
But now it seems that Hongzhi is in bad health. Even if he is better, it will only last two or three years. It can't be delayed for too long. well.
But even though he knew this was the case, he was still very angry, "Didn't you ask clearly what Liu Daxia said?!"
"Your Highness, I have inquired. However, if there is no shadow, I dare not say more. There is only a vague rumor that Da Situ Jin said that Your Majesty has little regard for the emperor and entrusts all major and minor affairs to the East Palace. Now he has something to care about. , but they are eager to choose a princess for the fourteen-year-old prince..."
The ministers expressed their opinions directly and felt that the emperor had room for improvement. Of course, it was possible for him to say so. But Liu Daxia was a favorite of the emperor, and Hongzhi might feel sad if he said such words.
"Your Highness, please don't be anxious." Qiu Yun tied the jade belt for him, and picked a moment to insert some comforting words, "Your Majesty will rely on Your Majesty more and more. If His Majesty is not in a hurry, Your Majesty will feel at ease. If His Majesty is anxious, Your Majesty will be more understanding." Anxious."
This is quite true.
But when you actually arrive at Qianqing Palace, you will still be easily infected by the tense atmosphere.
This reminded him of the scene when Hong Zhi was ten years old. The only difference was that he had grown up and Hong Zhi looked older.
"Father..."
Zhu Houzhao knelt beside the bed. He had already served the emperor to drink the medicine and so on. Now he could only hold the emperor's hand and accompany him, while the emperor lay flat on his back and looked straight at the top of the bed.
"Prince..."
"My son is here."
"Tomorrow, I don't want to go to court early. I'm tired... You can go to court."
This actually has no political symbolic significance, because with Hongzhi's support, the East Palace is now very powerful. When he said these words, the emperor really felt tired.
"My son obeys the decree. Father, please rest assured and rest in peace. My son will not cause chaos in the Ming Dynasty."
The emperor turned his head with difficulty and showed a happy smile, "I like to hear you say that without you, there will be no chaos in the Ming Dynasty. I have a successor... worthy of the late emperor, worthy of Taizu and Taizong, and worthy of all the people in the world... …In the end, it’s better to be my son, and I will never dislike him no matter what.”
This sentence probably meant something, so I was a little sad.
After thinking about this, Zhu Houzhao's eyes changed, "My father is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and no one can bully the emperor!"
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