"Don't sleep, get up and work."
Zhang Sloppy grabbed Li Qing's ear and said, "The old man didn't come here just for fun."
"It's midnight..." Li Qing said helplessly, "Then what are you doing here?"
"I stole "Yongle Dadian" to play." Zhang Slutty said.
Li Qing: "..."
However, the middle of the night is a good opportunity to make a move.
Li Qing's sleepiness gradually disappeared, he rubbed his hands and said, "Master, have you brought the counterfeit?"
"It's all in the yard." Zhang said sloppily, "Time is tight and the task is heavy, so hurry up."
"okay."
Arriving in the courtyard, Zhang Sloppy opened a box, took out the top night clothes, and said, "Put this on."
"Master, you are so well prepared." Li Qing said as he put on his clothes.
"That's right." Zhang Sloppy was quite proud, "When the old man was young, he was also very wild, and he could easily steal from the rich and give to the poor."
"Wow, wow, wow..." Li Qing flattered him perfunctorily, quickly changed his clothes, and then started to pack books in a sack.
…
The night is silent.
There are only a dozen or so teams of eunuchs on duty in the huge palace, carrying lanterns and patrolling back and forth. They are evenly divided, so it is not easy to encounter them.
In the palace, the patrolling eunuchs were not very vigilant and were just going through the motions.
The master and the apprentice are one over a hundred years old and the other over two hundred years old. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have participated in the good fortune. With the blessing of the true energy and the night, it is almost as if they are in a deserted place.
Soon, the two of them jumped out of the window and entered Wenyuan Pavilion.
Zhang Sloppy was wandering around the library contentedly. He was here to have fun and be excited, so the swearing and tiring work naturally fell on Li Qing.
Half an hour later, Li Qing completed the exchange of civet cats for princes, put the fakes back into their original places by categories, and made a secret note to make it easier to steal next time.
"Master, everything has been changed. Let's go."
Zhang Slutty touched his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry. Let's go to the imperial dining room."
"..." Li Qing, with his head as big as a bucket, advised: "This is the palace after all. If it is discovered, ten thousand mouths will not be able to explain it clearly."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Master, we are thieves." Li Qing raised his head and said: A thief must have the consciousness of a thief. You really don't know what it means to be afraid?
Seeing that Zhang Sloppy was unmoved and even eager to give it a try, Li Qing hurriedly said: "In this way, if the master wants to eat whatever he wants to eat when he goes back, and the disciples will cook it for you, it will be a feast for both Manchu and Han Dynasties?"
"What seat?"
"Uh..." Li Qing gave himself a slap: If the Manchu army is still allowed to enter the pass, then he, as a time traveler, should stop messing around and hang himself with Chongzhen.
"It's nothing, just whatever the master wants to eat, the disciple can do it." Li Qing felt guilty as a thief and didn't want to stay for a moment longer.
Zhang Sloppy nodded reluctantly: "Okay, when I open my eyes tomorrow, I will see something delicious."
"Don't worry, it will definitely taste delicious." Li Qing quickly assured.
~
Back home.
Li Qing stored the stolen books separately, and it was almost five o'clock when he finished his work.
Zhang Sloppy slept soundly, but he didn't dare to sleep. If the old man woke up and didn't see anything delicious, he would be the one to eat.
Li Qing was very busy in the East Kitchen. In this era, there was no natural gas or induction cooker. It was not easy to stir-fry and boil the pot at the same time.
The sky was slightly bright, Li Qing took off his apron and finally made breakfast.
Seeing that the master was still sleeping soundly, he left a note and took the donkey to the market entrance to buy vegetables and prepare for lunch.
Zhang Sloppy has no other hobbies, he is just greedy and likes to eat delicious food. As a disciple, Li Qing naturally has to fulfill his filial piety.
This is the only relative I have in this world.
After picking vegetables, buying groceries, and buying a lock, when Li Qing came back, it was already bright.
Zhang Sulu is practicing boxing, and his Tai Chi movements are natural and smooth, which makes people feel peaceful just looking at him.
Li Qing waited quietly on the side until the little old man withdrew his fist, then stepped forward and said, "Master, have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet." Zhang Sloppy flexed his muscles, "It's not fun to eat alone. Hey, I bought a lot of vegetables."
Li Qing said with a smile: "Butcher Wang's cow fell to death. I bought two kilograms of it, as well as mutton and carp. Let's have fish and mutton soup at noon today."
"That's good." Zhang Sloppy said, "By the way, you won't go to court?"
Li Qing said proudly, "I am relatively free. I want to get promoted, but I don't want to be unable to get promoted. I only have so little money a month, so there is no need to work hard."
"That's true." Zhang Sloppy said in relief.
Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, soft steamed buns, crunchy pickles, fried Chinese cypress, Longjing tea eggs... The portions are not large, but there are many varieties, and they are very exquisite.
"I've never noticed before that you are so dexterous with your hands?" Zhang Sloppy said with a huge appetite.
At that time, you were crazy three times a day, how could you remember this... Li Qing smiled and said: "If master wants to eat it, my disciple will make it for you every day from now on."
Zhang Sloppy shook his head: "I can't stay here for too long. I also have to take care of your junior brother. He's not like you. He's older and not as worry-free as you."
Li Qing's face darkened and he nodded slightly.
After dinner.
Li Qing put away the dishes and chopsticks, while Zhang Sloppy leaned on the lounge chair under the shade of the tree, holding the stolen "Yongle Dadian" in his hand, reading it with gusto.
The sun is just right, and the donkey is lying lazily on the ground, chewing fine grass. This small yard is full of fireworks.
Li Qing wished that days like this could last longer and time could flow slower.
After clearing away the dishes, Li Qing went to change the lock. At the same time, he added wooden strips to the wide crack of the door to prevent the little old man from being naughty and reaching into the crack to break the lock.
You can easily jump over the courtyard wall, but if you have to destroy the door lock, there is no one else.
After changing the locks, Li Qing began to wash and select vegetables, and prepare for lunch. He would chat with his master from time to time, and the donkey would also make jokes like "Hmm~" from time to time, creating a warm atmosphere.
Compared with the warmth of the small courtyard, people inside and outside the imperial city were in panic.
The Sanfa Division took action, and so did the factory guards. Both sides were rushing towards the other's vital points, hoping to kill the other.
There was also unrest in the palace. Seeing that Wang Zhen could not die, Mrs. Sun was extremely unhappy, so she thought of finding compensation elsewhere.
Sun Zhong was like a mirror in her mind as to who killed Sun Zhong. In fact, anyone with any brain would know whose handiwork it was, but the problem was that no one dared or could tell.
Even the Sun family who hates her so much!
Who asked her to have just such a son? gōΠb.ōγg
But as Zhu Qizhen expected, Sun was not a good person.
Kunning Palace.
Mrs. Sun slowly sipped her tea and whispered softly: "How many years have Zhen'er been married?"
Zhu Qizhen said calmly without raising his eyelids: "Four years."
"Oh...it's been so long. When can I have a grandson?" Mrs. Sun's face was filled with regret.
Zhu Qizhen's eyes narrowed, and anger suddenly arose. Empress Qian quickly held down his hand to signal not to make the scene too ugly.
Then, he stood up and bowed, "It's all my concubines who failed to live up to expectations. I persuaded the emperor, and the emperor agreed. After this period of work is over, I will choose some more concubines."
She smiled and said: "The queen mother will hold her grandson in her arms."
"Well, this woman shouldn't be too jealous." Mrs. Sun snorted, "Otherwise, why would Zhen'er not have any heirs yet?"
Zhu Qizhen smiled: "Women really shouldn't be too jealous. By the way, I suddenly remembered that Queen Hu of the Xuande Dynasty had died of illness for several years, but she had not been granted the posthumous title;
What does the Queen Mother think is the appropriate way to issue a posthumous title? "
Sun's expression suddenly changed, and she hummed: "She was deposed during the Xuande Dynasty, what's the point of saying this now?"
"The late emperor regretted this incident before he died and laughed at himself, 'This happened to me in my youth'." Zhu Qizhen said.
"Your Majesty..." Qian tugged on his sleeve.
Zhu Qizhen was unmoved and insisted: "What title do you think the Queen Mother should give her?"
Sun looked at each other coldly: "The emperor really wants to pursue the title?"
"Women should be generous, what do you think?" Zhu Qizhen said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The conflict between the two parties has become irreconcilable. Sun poisoned Queen Qian, Zhu Qizhen killed Sun Zhong, and the great hatred of killing his son and his father. How can there be a solution?
Ironically, the relationship between the two is that of mother and son, and neither can do anything to the other.
You can only hurt each other by looking at each other's pain points!
"It's up to you." Mrs. Sun stood up with a flutter of sleeves, took two steps quickly, then suddenly turned around and said, "Since the emperor wants to choose a concubine, I have a suitable candidate."
Zhu Qizhen didn't answer.
Seeing that the atmosphere was too tense, Queen Qian asked, "Who is the queen mother talking about?"
"Zhen'er~" Mrs. Sun shouted loudly.
After a while, Zhen'er timidly walked into the hall.
Today's Zhen'er is no longer childish, she is twenty-eight years old, and her appearance and figure are both top-notch.
She is definitely qualified to be a concubine.
When the Ming Dynasty emperor chose his concubines, he never looked at their birth status. Zhen'er was born as a palace maid, and there were also examples of palace maids becoming concubines. Sun was originally a palace maid.
"My servants pay homage to the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, the Empress." Zhen'er knelt down and saluted, feeling extremely flustered.
She wasn't flattered, nor was she panicked. She was scared, terribly scared.
She was not stupid, she understood that the emperor probably knew about the drugging.
Although the empress dowager gave the order, she was the one who took action. The emperor could not do anything to his biological mother, but it was not easy to kill a palace maid.
After all, the emperor loved the queen so much.
Zhu Qizhen narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "How can I accept a palace maid as my concubine?"
After a pause, he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "A palace maid is a palace maid. Even if she really flies on a branch, she will never turn into a phoenix. How can she compare with the queen who is being married by the bright matchmaker?
A concubine is a concubine after all! "
Mrs. Sun couldn't hear the meaning behind her words, so she sneered and sarcastically said, "It's not a shame to be born in a humble family. It's better to be upright than a villain who picks up a bowl to eat and puts down his chopsticks to scold his mother."
"Haha." Zhu Qizhen sneered: "What an aboveboard person..."
"Your Majesty, I am a little uncomfortable." Queen Qian interrupted forcefully. If she continued, she was worried that mother and son would roll up their sleeves and have a fight.
The emperor and the empress dowager were fighting, and the empress dowager was the emperor's biological mother. If such a thing really happened, Zhu Qizhen would be despised by thousands of people immediately without waiting for eternity.
"Your Majesty..." Queen Qian's eyes were pleading.
Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath, and his rationality gradually gained the upper hand. He lowered his head and looked at Zhen'er: "It's too hard to be a concubine, but it's okay to be a maid who serves me."
He had murderous intentions.
