Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 67 Festival!

"Emperor, Chang Luo is your eldest son. He is already two years old, but how many times have you visited him?"

Queen Mother Li's tone was not very good. She finally had a meal with her son and grandson, but her son turned out to be so indifferent.

Zhu Yijun gently put down his chopsticks and replied respectfully: "My son has been busy with government affairs recently and really has no time. Please calm down my mother."

"Busy with government affairs?" Empress Dowager Li smiled and said straight away: "If you are busy with government affairs, why do you often have time to see Concubine Zheng?"

Facing his mother's question, Zhu Yijun remained calm. Instead, he asked: "Concubine Zheng is pregnant. I should visit her more. When Concubine Gong was pregnant, didn't you often ask me to visit Concubine Gong?" Really? You can't change when you get to Concubine Zheng, right?"

Zhu Yijun's answer was obviously filled with anger and anger. While Queen Mother Li was speechless, she was also more chilled.

Her son, who used to be obedient and obedient to her, now dared to be rude to her, an old mother, which really made her feel sad and uncomfortable.

Queen Mother Li didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere became colder and colder.

Sensing something was wrong, Concubine Gong Wang had already begun to tremble, but Zhu Changluo, who was only two years old, was still unaware of this.

The little doll even stretched out his hands full of snot, laughing and trying to pull Zhu Yijun's sleeve, shouting "Ah...ah...".

"Tsk..." Zhu Yijun dodged away with some disgust. He looked at Concubine Wang Gong and scolded: "Why do you know how to eat by yourself? Chang Luo's hands are full of runny nose and you don't wipe it for him. How did you become a mother?" !”

Concubine Wang Gong was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl she was holding. She hurriedly put down the bowl and chopsticks. After hugging her son, she wiped Zhu Changluo's hands with her sleeves. While wiping her hands, she panicked and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me." , It’s all my concubine’s fault… It’s all my concubine’s fault…”

Zhu Yijun's roar not only frightened Concubine Wang Gong, but Zhu Changluo was also frightened. He immediately cried "Wow" loudly!

"You're so stupid!" Zhu Yijun scolded Concubine Wang Gong mercilessly, and even said, "The wet nurse is right next to you, do you need me to wipe it myself? Now it's better, Chang Luo was scared to tears by you!"

"Your Majesty, forgive me! It's all my fault for being stupid!" Concubine Wang Gong was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, and hurriedly handed the child to the wet nurse.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Changluo actually cried louder. He clutched Concubine Wang Gong's collar tightly and refused to let go, as if if he let go, he would never see his mother again.

For a moment, the whole hall echoed with the child's high-pitched cry, which made people's eardrums tremble.

The scene became increasingly chaotic, and Empress Dowager Li couldn't bear it any longer. She said, "Concubine Gong, take Chang Luo back first."

Concubine Wang Gong hurriedly thanked her as if grasping a life-saving straw, then hugged her son tightly and left in a hurry.

After Concubine Wang Gong left, Empress Dowager Li dismissed the palace people again, leaving only her and Zhu Yijun in the palace.

At this point, I can no longer eat this meal.

How could Queen Mother Li not know that Zhu Yijun seemed to be scolding Concubine Wang Gong every sentence, but in fact, every sentence was mocking her as her biological mother!
  "Jun'er, are you blaming my mother?" Queen Mother Li asked directly.

Zhu Yijun pretended to smile and said: "What are you kidding, mother? How dare your son blame you? Even if there is a mistake, it is the son's fault. Just like the emperor's brother, if I hadn't asked him to go to Jiangling, he wouldn't have been sick for so long. Oh, it’s all my fault.”

Empress Dowager Li heard the strangeness in her son's words, and she confessed directly: "Yes, I sent your brother to Jiangling to cause trouble. I taught him to pretend to be sick in Jiangling now. If you have any dissatisfaction, just tell him." Well, if you continue to be arrogant, then I will..."

"Then what do you want?" Zhu Yijun interrupted Queen Mother Li's words. The original fake smile was no longer there. At this moment, he asked seriously:
  "Do you still want to depose me as the emperor? Do you still want to force me to commit crimes?"

Queen Mother Li was stunned. She didn't expect that her son would dare to question her like this. Before she could defend herself, Zhu Yijun said again with a cold face:

"Mother, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty can only be me, Zhu Yijun! Zhang Juzheng is dead! No one can destroy me! No one can make me sin again!

I'm very unhappy that you asked King Lu to intervene in the investigation of the Zhang family! But filial piety comes first. You are my mother. I don’t blame you. I won’t argue with you about this matter! " "Presumptuous!" "Empress Dowager Li was angry. She swept the bowl and spoon in front of her to the ground. The sound of crackling and breaking suddenly resounded through the hall, accompanied by Empress Dowager Li's angry voice:

"Kneel down!"

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Qianqing Palace.

Zhang Jing secretly wiped his tears while applying ointment to Zhu Yijun's red and swollen knees.

"Why are you crying?" Zhu Yijun was not in a good mood at first, but when he saw Zhang Jing's ugly face crying, he felt an inexplicable joy that made him want to laugh.

"I said to you, Your Majesty, that I didn't cry." Zhang Jing looked like he was afraid of the Emperor's worry. He lowered his head awkwardly and said, "I just feel sorry for you, Your Majesty. You are already so tired from working on state affairs, and you still have to worry about the emperor's worries." The queen mother punished her for kneeling down for so long for some trivial matters, slave..."

"Don't talk about the Queen Mother." Zhu Yijun interrupted Zhang Jing coldly, but it could be seen that he was not really angry.

"It's all my fault for talking too much! It's all my fault for being too talkative!" Zhang Jing immediately confessed, and slapped himself while admitting his mistake.

"Oh, okay, okay." Zhu Yijun stopped impatiently, and at the same time, he felt much better.

Looking at his red and swollen knees, Zhu Yijun suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

Although he still knelt down obediently, he had never dared to disobey any of Queen Mother Li's orders before, let alone talk back.

Now he not only dared to talk back, he even dared to vent his dissatisfaction directly in front of Queen Mother Li!

Zhu Yijun felt that he had made great progress this time! Given time, maybe we can fight against the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty on our own!
  "By the way, Zhang Jing." Zhu Yijun suddenly remembered something, and he ordered hastily:

"Today is the birthday of the emperor's eldest son. Please ask someone to pick out a few treasures from the warehouse and send them to Concubine Gong."

Zhu Yijun has never been very fond of this son brought about by "an absurdity".

But no matter how much he disliked him, Zhu Changluo was still his eldest son and his own flesh and blood.

Zhu Yijun thought about it and decided to send a few random gifts to his son on his birthday, so as not to make a fuss about it by the trouble-loving ministers in the court.

"Your Majesty..." Zhang Jing said with great embarrassment and anxiety: "Today... is not the birthday of the eldest son of the emperor... the birthday of the eldest son of the emperor has not come yet..."

"What?" Zhu Yijun looked unbelieving: "Isn't today June 20th? Last time I asked you when the emperor's eldest son was born, you told me June 20th!"

"This..." Zhang Jing was speechless. He really obeyed His Majesty the Emperor's memory, but he had no choice but to explain again: "Your Majesty, the eldest son of the Emperor was born on August 11th."

"Really? Then what day is today?" Zhu Yijun still didn't believe it.

Today, Empress Dowager Li inexplicably invited Concubine Gong and her son to have a meal together. Isn't it just to celebrate the birthday of his son Zhu Changluo?
  Just when Zhu Yijun was puzzled, Zhang Jing answered him with a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty... today... is Zhang Juzheng's memorial day..."

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