Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 48

Zhu Youjian watched through the window.

The high-spirited three hadn't walked a few steps.

He Xin blew his whistle.

It was four or five capable soldiers of the Son of Heaven who suddenly appeared.

And directly used the technique of grabbing to hold the arms of the three people, making them unable to move.

And Zhu Youjian didn't look any more, walked into the room, and sat on the wooden chair.

But at this time the sound of the pipa also stopped.

Zhu Youjian picked up the Jin Ping Mei on the bookshelf and flipped through it casually, and suddenly slapped it on the table:

"Keep playing!"

From behind the screen came a voice of "Zunzhi!"

Then I heard the sound of pipa that suddenly became tense and unnatural.

Zhu Youjian noticed that this woman might be acquainted with the few people who were arrested below, otherwise she wouldn't suddenly become nervous at this moment.

At this time, the woman's maid came up from downstairs with a cup of fragrant tea.

The 14-year-old girl hadn't plucked her fetal hair yet, her lips were tightly pursed, and she looked a little shy. She knelt down in front of Zhu Youjian and raised the tray: "Your Majesty, please have some tea."

He Xin, the imperial horse inspector, came over, took the fragrant tea, lifted the lid, took a sip, and handed it to Zhu Youjian after a while: "Your Majesty, please use it."

"I won't drink what you've drank."

Zhu Youjian pushed away the fragrant tea He Xin handed over, got up and sat down by the brocade bed, and lifted a tin pot with the words "Suzhou Rice Wine" in the couch, which was still stained with water, presumably It was the luminous cup used by the hostess of the pavilion who brought it over, poured a glass of cloudy rice wine, and began to taste:
"Mellow and delicious, fragrant and delicious."

……

"be honest!"

At this time, there was the sound of kicking upstairs.

When Zhu Youjian looked back, he saw the three people caught by his own officers and soldiers brought up.

All three of them are handsome, but they look weak at first sight.

One of them wears a square scarf, presumably a scholar who has entered the pan.

One person was wearing a Confucian gown with a regimental collar and a black horn belt around his waist. At first glance, he was a seventh-rank official, and he was probably the editor of the Imperial Academy who fell into the water and died.

There is another person who is wearing a brocade robe with a copper coin pattern and a watermelon hat. He is gorgeous but seems to have no fame.

When the three of them saw the demeanor of Zhu Youjian and his party, they already felt that something was wrong, and their faces showed surprise.

Among them, the one surnamed Hou was even more excited: "May I ask who you are, why you appeared in my Li Ji's boudoir, and why you sat on her brocade bed!"

At this time, the woman who had been avoiding behind the screen also came out with her pipa in her arms: "My lord, he is the emperor."

The woman only said this one sentence, and she didn't dare to speak nonsense, and even took a step forward.

Because the samurai under He Xin's command had already held the Japanese sword around her neck.

"What, he is the emperor?"

The three of them asked in unison, all with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

The one surnamed Hou became even more serious, and asked the woman:
"Since he is the emperor, why is he here? Tell me why he suddenly appeared here!"

The woman was about to explain.

Zhu Youjian opened his mouth first, and said to the woman with a smile: "The girl is so beautiful, I can't compare you to you."

Zhu Youjian pointed to Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan showed embarrassment, lowered her head, but then raised her head again, she also felt wonderful about everything in front of her.

She never imagined that she would witness such a thing.

Someone actually wanted to harm His Majesty the Emperor, and he happened to be caught by His Majesty the Emperor. It can be seen that he is a scholar who is useless.

"Excuse me for the name of the girl. I came here uninvited today. If you disturb me a lot, I will reward you generously."

Since Zhu Youjian was a prodigal son in the previous life, even if he has become an emperor today, although he can't help being deliberately cold, but seeing the beauty, it is naturally difficult to hide his romantic nature, so he began to flirt with the hostess of the building in front of him.

Naturally, this woman dared not refuse, after all, the person in front of her was the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Li Xiangjun, my servant, is so loved by His Majesty that I dare not accept the reward." After Li Xiangjun finished speaking, I looked at the young master surnamed Hou pitifully.

Zhu Youjian didn't expect that this woman turned out to be Li Xiangjun, the head of Qinhuai's eight beauties, so he thought about it for a while: "How about I reward you for sleeping for a night?"

The woman couldn't help but blushed pretty, and her face was full of anger, if it wasn't for Zhu Youjian being the current emperor, she would have already called Zhu Youjian a prodigal son.

Zhu Youjian laughed loudly first: "Girl, don't be angry, I was just joking for a while. The current state affairs are difficult and the Huns are still alive. As an emperor, how dare I indulge in beauty."

When Zhu Youjian said this, the woman couldn't help but turn from cloudy to sunny, and she smiled at Zhu Youjian, her heart is still a wise king with a heart for the country.

Chen Yuanyuan also felt a slight wave of emotion in her heart, thinking to herself that His Majesty is sometimes humorous, not as serious and rigid as in the past.

Empress Zhou smiled contemptuously, she was quite contemptuous in her heart, her husband is just like a man in the world, he can't move his legs when he sees a beauty, his speech is out of shape, and even dare to kill his own father-in-law when he is cruel , but behaved so politely in front of a commoner woman.

Concubine Yuan Gui covered her mouth and smiled, secretly said: "Maybe this person doesn't know the pleasure of sleeping with His Majesty, but his body is soft and crisp, which makes people have endless aftertaste."

Although Zhu Youjian was only joking for a while, he made fun of Li Xiangjun.

And that Hou Fangyu's face was already ugly, furious and jealous: "How dare you have an affair with the royal family and betray me Hou Fangyu, the name of my Hou Fangyu I was ruined by you bastard! It's my fault! You are a confidant!"

Zhu Youjian didn't have time to interrogate this person, so he knew that this person turned out to be the hero of "Peach Blossom Fan", a well-known member of Fushe in the late Ming Dynasty, and a student Hou Fangyu who finally surrendered to the Qing Dynasty as a traitor.

"My lord, why do you say that about me!" Li Xiangjun asked aggrievedly, already in tears.

Zhu Youjian pushed Li Xiangjun away, and walked in front of Hou Fangyu and others:
"You three are so courageous, tell me, why did you harm me, and who is the Lord Qian you are talking about?"

Hou Fangyu raised his head, did not answer Zhu Youjian, still turned his face away, and spat at Li Xiangjun: "Bitch!"

"Presumptuous!" Zhu Youjian couldn't help roaring angrily: "How dare you ignore me, give me thirty slaps!"

He Xin came over and slapped Hou Fangyu directly, one slap after another, until Hou Fangyu's face was distorted, and his nose and mouth were covered with blood.

Only then did Hou Fangyu quiet down.

"For the sake of this Miss Li's innocence, let me explain first. This Miss Li Xiangjun did not have an affair with me, and I broke in rashly. But Hou Fangyu, Hou Fangyu, you are quite capable and dare to fight against me. , Don’t you really know how to write the word dead? You’d better tell me who that Qian is, why you want to murder me, how you planned it, and who else is involved.”

Hou Fangyu raised his head and looked at Zhu Youjian: "I, I don't know."

Zhu Youjian couldn't help smiling, and didn't continue to ask, but walked up to the Hanlin official: "Why, can I ask you who you are in person?"

"My minister Wu Weiye, editor of the Nanjing Imperial Academy, has met His Majesty the Emperor." This Wu Weiye lowered his head, trembling non-stop.

But at this time, the well-dressed man did not wait for Zhu You to interrogate him, but also spoke first: "Craftsman Dong Zuyuan, my father is Dong Wenmin (Dong Qichang), Minister of Rites."

(End of this chapter)