First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 509
Zhu Biao breathed out and stepped into the hall, Wang Rui bowed and followed behind, the hall had already been covered with red silk ribbons, candles with dragon patterns were burning inside the lampshades around, and the center was full of wine and food.

Liu Jin, who was at the back, suddenly turned her head and glanced coldly at the maids and eunuchs behind her. Living in the inner courtyard of the palace, it is basically instinct to hold high and step low. The more you are at the bottom, the more realistic it is, isn't it? Situations that the high-ranking Kanren can resolve.

But in this East Palace, as long as His Highness doesn't signal, then he Liu Jin will not allow anyone to dare to offend the superior, and the dignity and dignity must not be messed up!

After meeting Liu Jin's gaze, everyone bowed their heads and stood in silence. The crown prince and concubine were lenient, but Liu Jin and Yunjin, the two big housekeepers, were stern and selfless. Anyone who made a mistake would be punished and would never be tolerated. As for those who refused to change after repeated admonition...

With a cold snort, Liu Jin ordered a few maids to follow him in to serve, and the rest of the maids and eunuchs who were not ordered all stood motionless in the cold wind whistling by the stars and moon.

The hall was as warm as spring, Zhu Biao took a look at the decorations in the hall, and then took his seat. It was a bit late for reviewing the memorials today, and he was really hungry. After sitting down, he didn't say anything and started to move his chopsticks.

Wang Rui was on the sidelines doing the work of the maids, and her movements were skillful and just right. Seeing that Liu Jin and the maids who entered the palace to serve couldn't get in their hands, and His Highness didn't intend to stop them, they just stood in the corner of the palace with their hands down like statues.

The red candle shed tears, and besides Zhu Biao's subtle chewing sound in the hall, there was also the crackling sound from time to time after the candle burned, and finally Zhu Biao put down his chopsticks casually.

There was a crisp sound when the bamboo chopsticks collided with the porcelain plate, which activated the maids at the side, as if they had suddenly appeared. After a flash of red and green figures, the dishes and soup on the dining table disappeared without a trace. , only the steaming fragrant tea remained.

Zhu Biao looked at Wang Rui and said, "Princess, do you feel a little wronged by being married as a concubine?"

Wang Rui showed her face and said with a smile: "I have been lonely and helpless since I was a child. This is the fate of the old royal court. It is rare that God blesses me to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. I dare not have any extravagant demands. I am willing to ask for benevolence."

Zhu Biao squinted his eyes and smiled, but he was a little vigilant in his heart. Everyone has a heart to judge others by oneself. Zhu Biao has already sent someone to inquire about Wang Rui's experience in the Korean palace. It can be said that he has tasted all the sufferings of the world.

The means by which the current king of Koryo ascended the throne is not glorious, and the death of the previous king of Koryo, that is, Wang Rui's father, is also very strange. If it weren't for the current king of Koryo who has some problems in his mind, it would have been eradicated long ago.

Although I don't know why Wang Rui was allowed to survive, Wang Rui has never enjoyed the treatment that a clan girl should enjoy. In the palace, she has always been raised as an ordinary court lady. Not protected.

In this way, although there is no deliberate oppression from the upper class, but like a little swan born among ducks, the court ladies and eunuchs silently used her as a punching bag, and when they were punished and insulted by their concubines, they came back to find a reason to vent their anger on Wang Rui. If the real nobleman can't afford to offend, can't he also offend you, a fake nobleman?

It is normal for people who grew up in such an environment to have a darker heart, and it is understandable to plot revenge after gaining power. Understood.

Either it is really a natural compassionate heart, or it is a far-reaching plan...

Zhu Biao picked up the teacup and handed it to her, saying, "King Gaoli was assassinated and died. Please mourn the princess."

Wang Rui bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness."

The hall gradually fell silent. Zhu Biao watched the flickering candlelight not far in front of him, while Wang Rui lowered his eyebrows and remained silent. After nearly half an hour, Zhu Biao got up and walked into the inner hall. , Wang Rui followed suit, and after taking a bath, the quilt tossed...

After a long time, Liu Jin led the maid to knock on the door, and then waved for the maid to go in and invite Wang Cairen to sleep in a side hall. This is not an explicit rule, but there are precedents to follow. The woman sleeps on the same couch.

The most vulnerable time is when a person is asleep, even a king, Zhu Biao fell into deep thought as he looked at the back of the person who endured the pain and left with a smile on his face...

Early the next morning, Zhu Biao went to the Chengqian Palace to talk to Chang Luohua through the closed door of the Chengqian Palace after eating breakfast in the Chunhe Palace. of.

Then went to another inner hall, also looked at the two children from a distance, happened to meet them changing their diapers, Zhu Biao's eyes focused on the birthmarks on their arms.

I complained silently in my heart, saying that this birthmark is the sun and the moon is really a bit reluctant, it is just two birthmarks with different shapes, one is rounder and the other is flatter, it is really difficult to empress Ma's love for her grandson.

These two children don't have names yet, but there's no rush, even their little uncles and aunts who were born in the past few years don't have serious names yet.

However, Empress Ma has two nicknames, one is Yang'er and the other is Liang'er, both of which are easy to pronounce, probably based on the birthmark, Zhu Biao is quite satisfied, it is better than the younger ones being called Yin'er or Yue'er .

Lao Zhu was not very satisfied, saying that it was better to have a cheap nickname, but after all, he never said goodbye to Empress Ma, and only won the right to give his grandson a nickname.

It has been two years since the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Academy were ordered to compile the "Ancestral Precepts", but at present, it seems that it will not be completed in two or three years. My father attaches great importance to this book, thinking that he and the founding prince trained by himself They are all top talents, but future generations may not necessarily be.

Therefore, I have been striving for perfection, and I want to set a complete set of rules and regulations for my descendants. Even if I am not smart, I can be a Taiping Emperor as long as I follow the instructions in the training.

There should be the naming rules for the clan's children in this training record, but Zhu Biao has not heard the news yet, and the order of generations should not be determined yet, but the last character of the third generation of the Zhu family should be next to the word Huo, so it can't be changed up.

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the five elements are born together. Lao Zhu's own zhang character represents the meaning of gold and Ge. It is a sharp weapon for killing the Yuan Dynasty. Zhu Biao and his brothers are all next to the wooden characters. It is for gold to generate water and water to generate wood. However, water is impermanent, and the next agent should be next to the word fire.

But now in this situation, it is reasonable for Lao Zhu to make his eldest grandson special. Zhu Biao is too lazy to guess. After all, he was born in the royal family. To be honest, his name is not very important. It's all kinds of honorifics.

After seeing the children, Zhu Biao got up and went to court. After Zhu Biao's persuasion, Lao Zhu finally agreed to postpone the early court after autumn and winter, so that civil and military officials could finally enjoy a little more time in the warm bedding.

It has been five years since the founding of the country, and the officials are desperate. Every day, they go to the early court with stars and moons. Spring and summer are just fine. Winter and autumn are difficult, especially the officials at the Yushitai of the Imperial Academy. They are noble, but poverty is also true. The poor army, who couldn't even take care of a donkey cart in the morning, came tremblingly staring at the wind and snow every day.

Zhu Biao’s move moved the officials of the Imperial Academy to hold a special poetry meeting to sing the benevolence of His Highness the Prince. This can only be said that if the oppression is tighter, a little bit looser is a great kindness...

Walking into the warm class room, which was not available before, Lao Zhu has always been frugal, even reluctant to use charcoal fires for himself, how could he burn so much charcoal for officials to warm their hands, that is, after the appearance of civilian charcoal, charcoal fires widely used everywhere.

Zhu Biao walked to the innermost side and sat down in the crowd's standing up and greeting. Zhao Wenjing, Minister of the Household Department, poured a cup of hot tea himself. Zhu Biao took it with a smile and said, "The Household Department will not be short of food again, right?"

Zhao Wenjing chuckled and said, "Where is your Highness, the taxes from all over the country have been collected and stored in Taicang. If you tell Your Highness that it is gone now, I am afraid that His Highness will throw hot tea all over your face."

Zhu Biao still admired the Minister of the Ministry of Households. Although this person was quite close to Hu Weiyong, it did not hinder him.

Zhu Biao took a sip of hot tea and asked, "Has the Ministry of Household Statistics calculated the number of acres of land this year?"

Zhao Wenjing is short, fat and handsome, holding his bulging belly and smiling like a Maitreya Buddha: "I am going to report to the Holy Majesty and His Highness this morning, this year the counties and counties in the world have cultivated 620 hectares and 42 acres...

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(End of this chapter)