Back to Ming Dynasty as Zhu Biao

Chapter 340 Old Zhu, You Lost Your Shoes

Yu Yi came in lightly, and Empress Ma signaled him to speak softly so as not to wake Zhu Biao who was sleeping.

"My empress, Chen Di, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, has arranged for the marriage of His Royal Highness Qin Wang. But Qin Wang feels that it is too shabby. Your majesty asked the servants and empress to explain in detail."

Empress Ma took the gift list and the things needed for the wedding, and couldn't help scolding: "Xi'er is really getting more and more nonsense, it's really extravagant, and the etiquette of things that shouldn't be cut off."

While the two were talking, Zhu Biao stood up from the couch next to him, glanced at Yu Yi: "Just do what the queen mother said."

Yu Yi understood that His Royal Highness's words had the same effect as His Majesty's, so he took the gift slip and went back to report to Lao Zhu.

Zhu Biao took a look. Zhu Xi was going to marry Deng Yu's daughter, Deng Shaohua, next month. This woman was jealous and loved ostentation, and the etiquette was cut. Would the Deng family complain in their hearts?

Empress Ma's palms and backs are full of flesh. When it comes to the princes' weddings, she does not favor anyone, nor is she mean to anyone. She is used to frugality. The princes in the front are frugal in their big weddings. The princes in the back must not exceed this etiquette.

Looking at the time, Zhu Biao got up and went to the Ming Commercial Bureau. Last year's commercial tax books with problems were all put in a pile, and he needed to go there in person.

In particular, the Daming Post Office in the south of the Yangtze River has been built, and people have started to send letters and clothes at the post office one after another.

In order to encourage people to go to the post office, Zhu Biao specially set up letter writers for free at each post office to write good letters for every common people in need.

Under the eaves of the Ming Commercial Bureau, Zhu Biao was wearing a thick robe and a bright yellow jacket, except for the conspicuous bright yellow dragon pattern belt around his waist and the beads on his hairpin, which could show his supreme status.

The other robes and boots were the clothes of an ordinary gentry. He glanced at Sanbao who was dozing off beside him, knocked on him and said, "Why, you're sleepy."

"Your Highness."

Sanbao was startled, rubbed his eyes and was about to kneel down, and said: "Your servant, your servant should not take a nap."

Zhu Biao smiled resolutely, got up and went into the warm house of the Ming Shang Bureau, although his face was pale with blue in the cold, but he was full of energy, and signaled Sanbao to close the door of the Ming Shang Bureau: "Today, the orphans don't care about food, they go back After dinner, close the door and let's sleep for a while."

Sanbao woke up from the daze, and said in a panic: "You are His Highness the Crown Prince, this is really hard work, servants should not go to sleep."

Zhu Biao poked his stomach: "Bao'er, can you get something to eat, so that you can be loyal to Gu Que, I sat down all night last night, and I can't bear it."

"This place is no better than Changle Palace. Your Highness, you have to be wronged for a while. The food may not suit your taste."

"Okay, okay, usually it's just a different place to eat, who wants you to prepare big fish and meat, just a few simple dishes, just enough to fill your stomach."

The Ming Commercial Bureau is a little closer to Miyagi, so it is easier to go out of the palace to buy food in the streets. Sanbao felt that something was wrong outside, so he asked someone to roast a duck.

There are two chefs in the backyard. They are cooks from the Jianghuai area, and Zhu Biao asked people to come and prepare them.

Including the three courtyards behind the Ming Commercial Bureau, they also tidied up again, and told Sanbao to go outside to buy a set of furniture and things to make them look decent.

Royal study.

Lao Zhu put down the memorial in his hand and rubbed his dry and sore eyes.Yu Yi who stood below said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Deng Yu will be back soon, the matter of candidates..."

"Leave it alone, we need to discuss it with Biaoer." Lao Zhu got up, walked out of the imperial study, and took a deep breath.I felt much refreshed again.

He motioned for Yu Yi to follow, walked out of the royal study, and walked on the palace road, when the patrolling guards passed by him, they would stop to greet him respectfully.

Ming Commercial Bureau, greenhouse.

Zhu Biao had been waiting for a long time, lying on the bed in a daze, flipping through the account books that had been checked and the vouchers sent by the post office, already a little bored.

In the entire Ming and Commerce Bureau, except for the officials and academicians who come to work every day, the backyard is full of construction craftsmen, Sanbao, the cook and the two chefs are busy, and he is fine at the moment.

He was leaning on the bed and was about to fall asleep, with his eyes half-opened, at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the window outside.

The main door of the warm house of the Ming Shang Bureau was closed, and there was a figure swaying beside the window. Could it be an assassin.

"If you don't go through the front door or through the window, except for a thief, you are an assassin with evil intentions." Zhu Biao muttered a few words in his heart, then he picked up a yellow rosewood chair next to him, put it against the edge of the window, and lifted the chair up with his right hand,

The window was pushed open suddenly, and Zhu Biao saw Lao Zhu standing on the wooden porch.The father and son looked at each other for a while.

Old Zhu looked at him, then at Zhu Biao holding the chair in his hand, and asked, "Biaoer, what do you want to do?"

"Father, come in and step on it." Zhu Biao looked at Lao Zhu outside the window, and put the chair on the window for a moment, saying, "I'm afraid the window sill is high, so I brought you a chair."

Lao Zhu took a look, stepped on a chair and turned into the window, rubbed his hands together: "We were thinking of giving you a surprise, the guards who walk through the main entrance are too annoying."

Zhu Biao didn't know why old Zhu always liked to make surprise attacks, just like the modern sweepers, who didn't even have time to pull up their pants.

If he became an official under Lao Zhu, he would not dare to think about the consequences.

Zhu Biao looked at Yu Yihou who was holding the boots behind him, and couldn't help saying, "Father, your boots fell off."

I really don't understand, His Majesty the Emperor didn't go through the gate, but climbed through the window. I didn't expect Lao Zhu to have this habit.

With a roast duck in his arms, San Bao came in with some vegetables and tofu, closed the door cheerfully and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness, look at what delicious food this servant brought you."

Creak... Sanbao's smile froze. When did His Majesty come? If he saw that he was buying roast duck for the prince, would he clean himself up?

"My servant has seen Your Majesty." Sanbao saluted Lao Zhu holding the food box.

Seeing the food box and the roast duck wrapped in greased paper, Lao Zhu was startled suddenly: "Biaoer, you haven't eaten yet."

"Just about to eat."

"Exactly, we didn't eat either, let's eat together."

Zhu Biao nodded, and put the roast duck and sauce on the table, as well as several dishes of green vegetables.

Lao Zhu was not too polite, he tore a duck leg and gnawed on it, and said vaguely: "Go down."

There were only two people in the room, and Lao Zhu wiped his hands: "Deng Yu will come back in a few days, we don't plan to let him guard the Gansu area."

Huaixi military generals, except for Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu and Geng Bingwen, almost all others were sent out. Deng Yu never came back after the Northern Expedition and took the frontier army with him.

Zhu Biao understood what Lao Zhu meant, and without pretending to be confused, he said directly: "Then Gansu? Liu Hu is still younger, so I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

"What we mean is to let Chang Yuchun or Geng Bingwen choose one of them. Which one do you think is better to choose?"

Choosing one of the two, Zhu Biao tapped his fingers on the table, still thinking carefully for a while, which of the two should be chosen to guard the Mobei area in Gansu.

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