Qianqing Palace.
Little Zhu Qizhen's eyes were dizzy, and the physical torture was far greater than the psychological pain.
After all, I am still a child, sad but not unforgettable.
"Prince!"
"Ah?" The little guy woke up from his drowsiness, "Teacher, are you not sleepy?"
Yu Qian was speechless and didn't know whether to scold him for being ignorant or to comfort him not to be sad. After a while, he said: "The late Emperor is watching you, so you should behave well."
The little guy's body trembled, and he couldn't help but think of his father's words before his death: Father will never leave, and will watch you in the sky.
He was sad, but not that sad. Somehow, his depressed mood suddenly became cheerful.
At this time, Queen Sun walked over and saw that Yu Qian was also there. She frowned and said, "Yu Qian, we don't need you here. Our mother and son are enough."
"The late emperor asked his ministers to stay with the prince." Yu Qian said, "The prince is young and is easily influenced by villains."
"You can rest assured that I am here." Sun said displeasedly, "You are a foreign minister, how can you stay in the palace overnight?"
It is you, my empress, who the late emperor asked to guard against... Yu Qian cupped his hands and said: "I'm sorry to obey the late emperor's will."
It is natural and necessary for the empress to keep vigil for the emperor. Yu Qian couldn't say anything, but he didn't leave either.
Zhu Zhanji did say this.
Mrs. Sun had just suffered a lot from her mother-in-law, and now she was being yawned by a foreign minister. How could she bear it? She said with a stern face:
"Yu Qian, don't think that just one sentence from the late emperor's will can send me away." Empress Sun snorted, "Either you come up with the edict, or you leave immediately."
Yu Qian frowned, the palace was locked, where could he go?
But he is a minister, and Sun is the queen, and will soon become the queen mother, so it is really hard to stand firm.
And he really didn't have this edict, so he couldn't help but remain silent.
At this time, Xiao Zhu Qizhen came to the rescue and said, "Mother, my father has said this, and I can testify to this."
Yu Qian: The prince is of noble character!
Sun: Was this born to me?
Her son has said so, and if she continues to mess around, she will lose the dignity of a queen.
But Yu Qian was a man after all, so it was somehow inappropriate, so she called a few more eunuchs and maids to watch the funeral together.
midnight.
The little guy couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep on the futon.
Mrs. Sun felt sorry for her son, so she asked her son to bring him blankets and make a bed on the floor.
Yu Qian pretended to be deaf and dumb, and he felt that there was no need to be too harsh. The night of the first lunar month in Peking was very cold, the prince was young, and he had already done his best.
…
The next day, it was bright and clear.
Sun wanted to take her son back to the harem, but Yu Qian refused. The reason was simple: the prince's studies were the most important thing.
In the mourning hall, both of them were relatively restrained, and Ms. Sun did not make a big fuss. She just looked at her son, "Zhen'er, who are you going with?"
The little guy was very confused. He hated doing such multiple-choice questions, but his mother always asked him to choose.
"Wang Daban is also in the harem." Sun added.
Yu Qian frowned and instinctively wanted to spray, but then he realized that this was the mourning hall of the late emperor, so he suppressed it.
He said seriously: "I hope His Highness the Prince will consider it seriously."
Xiao Zhu Qizhen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Sun, "Mother, my father is watching over my son in heaven. I can't be playful."
Mrs. Sun had nothing to say and forced out a smile: "My son is sensible now, so you can go ahead."
"Thank you, Queen Mother." The little guy finally relaxed when he saw that the Queen Mother was not angry.
The two of them walked out of the main hall and rushed to the East Palace.
Not long after walking, he encountered a group of ministers wearing sackcloth and mourning, who came to mourn.
Seeing Yu Qian leading the prince out with bloodshot eyes, the officials were shocked. Yang Shiqi asked: "Yu Qian, did you stay in the palace all night?"
Yu Qian nodded.
Yang Shiqi's face was complicated. He couldn't figure out why he was favored by the naughty Yu Qian when he clearly had a higher official position and stronger abilities.
"You are so tired, can you still teach the prince?" Yang Rong continued, "How about you rest first and wait..."
"Grandmaster Yang has good intentions, but no need." Yu Qian cupped his hands and said, "I can handle it."
Guo Jing continued: "This is not a question of whether you can bear it or not. The key point is the prince's teachings."
Yu Qian frowned and glanced at Guo Jing, the newly promoted minister of the Ministry of Personnel, in surprise.
Zhang Fu made it clear that Guo Jing was one of his own, but he did not expect that in just one day, Guo Jing would get mixed up with the cabinet.
"Don't worry, Shangshu Guo. No matter how tired the subordinate is, it will not delay the prince's studies." Yu Qian retorted without being soft or hard.
Just one day after the death of the late emperor, the signs of factionalism were so serious. We can foresee what will happen after the prince ascends the throne.
His power is already weak, so he can only deal with it with a tough attitude, otherwise he will retreat step by step.
"Your Highness, let's go to the East Palace."
"okay."
Big hands holding small hands, walking all the way forward.
Yang Pu couldn't help shouting: "Why does Yu Shilang occupy the prince like this?"
Yu Qian stopped, turned around and said, "I was entrusted by the late emperor to act according to the order. If Grand Scholar Yang is not convinced, he can report it to the Queen Mother."
Yu Qian has also been an official for more than ten years, and can even be called a veteran of three dynasties. Naturally, he is not just blindly reckless.
The reason why he behaved so intimately with the prince was to put on a show for the officials to see, in order to attract people to join him.
Forming a party is inevitable, and you can't survive without forming a party. Yu Qian is not a person who doesn't know how to adapt, not to mention... he formed a party under orders!
The teacher and student left gracefully, but a group of people who came to mourn had different expressions on their faces.
Start weighing the pros and cons.
Leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade is an unwritten shortcut in officialdom.
Who doesn’t want to be an official more easily and be promoted faster?
The so-called integrity... is just used to package one's own means.
Even no matter which party they vote for, they can still stabilize their reputation and maintain their moral integrity.
Sanyang looked at each other and frowned. Yu Qian had such a big change that they were not expecting.
In their impression, Yu Qian is just a stupid young man, with more attributes, he is a talker who can defy the sky, the earth, and the air.
Who would have thought that this guy could strike faster than them?
This time I really made a mistake!
But right now, the most important thing was to mourn first, so they had no choice but to suppress their depression for the time being.
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Small Taoist temple.
Li Qing was cooking, adding firewood and reading "Spring and Autumn" in his hand.
He read the classic "Spring and Autumn".
The imperial examination questions of the Ming Dynasty came from the "Four Books", "Spring and Autumn", "Five Classics", etc.
Li Qing is making two preparations.
In emergencies, use the larger number, and in normal situations, practice the new number.
It’s not that he did it. He doesn’t have to practice the trumpet when playing the tuba, but it’s that his tuba is too old.
If there is an emergency, he can act recklessly, but after all, the trumpet will not last long. After all, age is there, unless he wants everyone in the world to know that he is immortal.
Of course, it won't be too slow to practice the trumpet, because he has a save file.
If that doesn't work, just read the file directly.
Furthermore, there is also the trick that Zhu Zhanji gave him. Although the specific trick is unclear, Li Qing has great confidence in him.
Among the emperors Li Qing knew, there was no one smarter and wiser than Zhu Zhanji.
"The imperial examination!" Li Qing complained, "This is more difficult than when I took the college entrance examination. I suffered a huge disadvantage due to my Jinling household registration. Damn it, is this what you deserve?"
He had no choice but to use Zhu Yunwen's method and naturalize as Zhu Yunwen's cousin.
Yesterday Zhu Yunwen was his cousin, and tomorrow he will be Zhu Yunwen's cousin. Is there any problem?
no problem!
This is not a matryoshka doll, cousins are cousins to each other, it makes perfect sense.
The only bad thing is that Jinling is a super wealthy place, and wealthy places have no shortage of scholars because there are too many people with good family conditions.
It's hell difficulty up here... Li Qing shook his head and sighed.
In addition to taking care of his master in the past few years, he has been studying, much harder than before the college entrance examination.
I often read at night while my master is asleep.
I don’t know if I can pass the exam after studying for more than ten years... Li Qing sighed with emotion.
"呲呲呲……"
The sound of steam escaping from the edge of the pot interrupted his imperial examination efforts.
Li Qing put the book on the stool aside, washed the handle, opened the lid of the pot and put down the dumplings.
After a few years, he has become very good at cooking and will no longer turn it into porridge.
He also learned how to make dumplings and steam buns.
Sometimes when we meet in dreams, he will show off his skills and the pillow will not be wet when he wakes up.
It was no longer a regret, but a beauty. He cherished those beautiful memories and recalled them very much. They were no longer bitter, but very sweet. They smiled very sweetly, and his heart was also very sweet.
"Gududu..."
The dumplings rolled up and down. After the boiling water rolled several times, the dumplings floated on the surface of the boiling water.
"It's done!" Li Qing put the dumplings into a basin and used half a ladle of cold water to cool them down so that they would not be too hot or cold when eaten.
The master was in a hurry to eat, and Li Qing was afraid of burning him.
Dividing it into two large bowls, Li Qing took off his apron made of old clothes and shouted: "Master, dinner is ready!"
After a while, Zhang Xiuhuo rushed in anxiously and was about to start construction.
Li Qing stood in front, "Master, wash your hands."
The little old man was a little aggrieved, but he got used to it. He washed his hands obediently, then picked up the bowl and ate happily.
"Master, does it taste good or not? Is it salty or bland?" Li Qing took a bite of the dumpling, and the taste was moderate.
But he still wanted to seek his master's opinion.
All I got was silence.
The master was completely demented and did not recognize him at all. He just instinctively got close to him and listened to his words.
Li Qing was very worried. He was afraid that his master had been silent for too long and lost the ability to speak.
Therefore, he was like a chatterbox, talking to his master all day long. The little old man was not annoyed, he just listened quietly, and sometimes laughed out loud.
The little old man ate very quickly. Li Qing had just eaten a third of it and he was done.
He stared blankly at the bowl Li Qing was holding.
"We can't eat any more." Li Qing shook his head and refused: "This disciple will steam buns for you tonight."
The little old man was a bit ignorant of hunger and satiety. One time, Li Qing steamed a large pot of steamed buns, but accidentally, the little old man finished making them in one go.
The belly is so bulging that it scares Li Qing very much.
Since then, he has controlled the quantity every time he cooks.
After finishing the meal, Li Qing quickly put on his apron, put away the dishes, and washed the pots and dishes.
After finishing his work, Li Qing moved a low stool to the foot of the wall facing the sun, sat with his master, basking in the warm sun, squinting and telling stories about the past.
As he was talking, he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of 'Gaba Gaba...'.
Turning around, Li Qing's expression changed drastically. His master was smiling at him, a very strange smile.
"Isn't it once every three days? This is not the end yet!" Li Qing yelled and ran away.
In the past six months, the little old man has gone crazy once every three days, and every time he goes crazy, he has to be beaten. The pain usually lasts for three days.
Although the little old man was crazy, his force value was still online. Li Qing was no match at all and could only run around the Taoist temple.
"Master, please calm down. If you don't fight for three days, I won't go to the house to unveil the tiles...!"
In the lush green mountains, the cry echoes...
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ps: Four chapters, more than 12,300 words, I’m tired...!
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