Queen Fang looked unhappy and said, "Didn't you hear the words of Concubine Du Kang? Your Majesty has the time to go to Xiyuan to Song and Song. Your Majesty has the final say on whom you don't take. It's useless for you to beg for this palace. Please come back. Recommended: "The new work of "The Sword Comes" by the great master of Fenghuo Opera and the Princes http://www./0_1/"

As she said that, she raised her hand, the palace maid on the side stepped forward, gently held her arm, and walked towards the inner hall.

Concubine Cao Duan chased forward and knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound. Qiqi Aiai said in a vain: "Empress, poor concubine..."

Before he could finish his words, several palace maids and internal supervisors came forward.

"Empress Duan, go back. The Empress is going back and resting. Don't make things difficult for us servants. If the Empress is angry, you will be gloomy on your face."

"You dog slave dare..."

Halfway through, Wang Ningpin was already trembling all over. She grabbed Cao Duan Concubine Cao and smiled with her, "I have a dog and a concubine whom I have said, "You like it, let's go back to my palace to see."

After saying that, he pulled her out with all his strength.

Wang Ningpin regrets it. Why did she come to Kunning Palace with such an impulsive and brainless woman? She has not gained the benefits of being looked down upon by those slaves? Isn’t this asking for help?

Concubine Cao Duan, Princess Ning, parted in dissatisfaction. After midday that day, someone came to Kunning Palace to send a message, asking Concubine Du Kang and his son to pack their clothes and accompany them to the West Garden together.

When Du Kang heard about this, he kowtowed and thanked him in joy. He also sealed a lot of red envelopes to the eunuch who was sent away. He returned to the pavilion with an embroidery needle and threaded the needle with a calm expression.

Zhu Zaiye sat with her, holding a pen in her hand, practicing writing, but she felt a little surprised: "Mother, you were not very happy just now, why are you unhappy again?"

Concubine Du Kang slimly slapped her embroidery needle, gently scratched her temples, and then put on the needle on the pattern, slowly said: "Is it happy or not, that is only available to ordinary people. People who live in the palace should not have their own happiness or unhappiness."

"Why"

Concubine Du Kang smiled and said, "Silly child, to live."

"To be alive" Zhu Zaiye still didn't understand.

Concubine Du Kang looked up at him, and her eyebrows showed a hint of compassion: "Only cowardly people can be influenced by emotions. Mom really hopes that you will never understand in your life, but if you don't understand, how can you have a bright future? Here, even the highest-ranking person dare not let people see emotions. You have to be the highest-ranking person, protect yourself and protect your mother."

When Concubine Du Kang said this, her voice was very soft and her tone was very heavy. Her eyes flashed slightly. This scene was something that the young King Yu would never forget.

He felt very cold all over his body, only the mother around him emitted a hint of heat. It was the light and heat emitted by a mother burning herself.

Zhu Zaiye blinked his clear eyes and nodded, "Wan is the highest-ranking person, protecting his mother."

"Good boy." Concubine Du Kang smiled, touching the soft hair on his head, and said with a smile: "Then let's practice writing very well."

Can you be the highest-ranking person by practicing calligraphy?

Zhu Zai'er didn't know, but he obediently held the pen in his hand and wrote carefully.

Because the previous dynasty was delayed by inquiring about the salt administration, the Xiyuan and his party were delayed until July.

Xia Yan was impartial in handling the matters of the Yanzheng government. In addition to dealing with the officials involved, only two officials mentioned sending money to Shuntian Prefecture. After asking a few more questions, the two refused to obey.

Until the end, Zhao Wenhua, the head of the Ministry of Justice, had met the two of them privately, and there was no further information.

As the head of the Ministry of Justice, Zhao Wenhua only said one thing about the crime. I asked here that no one could tell anything wrong, but Gao Nu could not let go of these details.

Through the ability of the Jinyiwei, he privately painted what he knew and knew on paper and passed it to Zhu Houguan.

Zhao Wenhua is Yan Song's adopted son. Although he failed to catch Yan Song's braid in this matter, Zhu Houcan no longer trusts them.

After mid-July, Yan Song had not been able to see Zhu Houguan for more than a month. On that day, the imperial court was about to come to the lecture, and ministers from the court gathered to give lectures.

This time, it was Yan Song's turn to be the main speaker.

Although Yan Song was in his sixties, he was still energetic and spoke fluently and beautifully, especially his loud voice and talented talent made him stand out in the lectures.

How can people not cherish their talents like this?

Zhu Houcan looked at Yan Song on the forum and couldn't help but read the green words he racked his brains to write for himself in the past.

He sighed slightly, stood up, and said to Huang Jin beside him: "When the sutra is over, let Yan Song come to see me."

Huang Jinxin was surprised, but he had to admire Yan Song's talent and style, and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

As Zhu Houcan left, the ministers stood up to see him off, and a huge wave broke out in Yan Song's heart.

He tried hard to stabilize his mind, as if nothing had happened, and he insisted on finishing this lecture and followed Huang Jin to the imperial study room.

A thread of incense in the imperial study rose in the jade-like incense burner, and the smoke circled in the air and slowly disappeared.

In the empty hall, Zhu Houtong sat alone in front of the desk, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, covering half of his cheeks, making it difficult to see what his expression was.

Yan Song felt very cold, which made him tremble. He said that throughout history, there were only three people he admired. The first was Confucius, the first was Wang Yangming, the second was the master of the mind, and the third was Zhu Hougui, the emperor in front of him who dominated his life and death.

One taught Confucian scholars of all generations through his words and deeds, and the study of mind was promoted through research on things and theory, and Zhu Hougui, who was in front of him, was a complete conspirator.

Yan Song often asks himself what kind of person will make him admire him

Finally, we came to a conclusion that cannot be compared, cannot be reached, cannot be defeated. Zhu Houcan is a person who combines three into one.

He bowed respectfully, knelt on his knees and kowtowed: "Long live the old minister."

Zhu Houcong seemed to find him in front of him, put down the book, and smiled and said, "Get up, come with me."

"Yes." Yan Song stood up and realized that at some point, his hands and feet were already cold, and he was inevitably stiff when he moved.

Huang Jin's eyes gently swept over him and thought to himself that Yan Song was a capable man, and he could not be underestimated in the future.

"His Majesty."

"Yeah." Zhu Houcan pointed to the book and asked, "Tell me about Shang Junce."

Yan Song turned his eyes and thought, Your Majesty was asking the treasury again, how should he answer? He glanced at the book in Zhu Houguan's hand and saw a sentence: The sage knows the key to governing the country, so he makes the people's hearts return to agriculture.

Yan Song frowned slightly, and his heart sank. This article talks about the importance of farming to the country. There are a few of the most important sentences, saying that in a country, one of a hundred people is idle and the other people go to farm, then the country will become an unparalleled power.

If a country has nine farming people and only one person is idle, then the country can be prosperous and strong. But if only one person is idle and nine people are idle, how can the country be poor and poor?

Oh my God.
Chapter completed!