"The King Xiang deliberately said this to Luo Bingzhong, but in fact it was to me, but he never expected that Luo Bingzhong would not spread the news to him." Zhu Qiyu looked at King Xiang's memorial.

He, the legitimate uncle, is really good.

"Your Majesty, is there such a possibility that Your Highness Xiang wants to deliberately anger Your Majesty so that those guards, those who are divided into legitimate and illegitimate illegitimate sects who are holding the five-charity Dalun, jump out of the water and let Your Majesty let His Majesty jump out of the water with the help of the five-charity Dalun, and let His Majesty jump out of the water

Do you see this court more clearly?" Xing'an thought of a possibility.

The purpose of King Xiang doing this is not only self-deprecation, but also fishing.

After all, during the Jingtai period, I didn’t know how to fish, so how could I get involved in the court?

People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and Zhu Qiyu doesn't know what King Xiang wants to do, but one thing is clear: King Xiang is not seeking death.

"Prepare the magic card. This is the second magic card for the emperor. No matter what he wants to do or be lazy, it is impossible..."

"Tomorrow, Fengtian Palace will meet King Xiang and prepare the imperial edict." Zhu Qiyu also wanted to send King Xiang to Daningwei to manage the Tatar tribes, and he had to continue working.

As for the issue of no reward, Zhu Qiyu was not worried at all. At worst, he would split the land and divide the feudalism. He would pick one from Japan, Champa, and Borneo, and actually give it to King Xiang.

"Your Majesty, go to the queen today? I heard that the queen has not had a good meal these days, and she has lost a lot of weight." Xing'an brought a plate with a few jade plaques on it, and the titles of several concubines were engraved on it.

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Flipping the brand is also one of Zhu Qiyu's obligations as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Qiyu looked around and finally waved his hand and said, "I'm a little tired today, forget it."

Xing'an put down the plate and his eyes turned.

He bowed and said, "Will you go and call the maid with a foot warmer?"

All of them are familiar faces, and if there is no freshness, they will naturally become distracted.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Qiyu was about to wash and went to rest. There will be a grand ceremony tomorrow and we will meet King Xiang.

Xing'an bowed his head and said, "Foot-warming maid."

Zhu Qiyu was interested and asked, "Da Yi, what new tricks are you trying to mess with me?"

Xing'an hurriedly said, "I dare not deceive Your Majesty. Since Your Majesty ascended the throne, Your Majesty has worked hard to scatter and ban extravagance. I led the Dongchang and the Silijian. I have never learned these enjoyable things. I haven't learned some time ago.

I have studied hard."

Xing'an explained what this foot-warming maid is.

In fact, in order to prevent the feet from being frozen, the high-ranking families specially arranged for maids to get into bed to warm the master's feet.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said, "Tsk, what else do I think of? I can wear clothes and put my feet on my stomach, which is more effective than Tang Pozi?"

"Your Majesty, of course, you don't wear clothes or put them on your stomach. I can't explain clearly. Why don't you call someone in?"

Zhu Qiyu realized that how could he wear clothes and how could he put them on his stomach?

As for where to place it specifically, it is naturally a matter of opinion. It is a matter of place where you like it.

He thought about that position and said in a strange way: "Wait a minute, let me sort it out, two girls warm my feet, then wouldn't I want to warm my four feet?"

"The maid is sitting." Xing'an also looked at it from the documents. How could he know what he looked like?

"When they fall asleep, can they still sit? You still put your feet on my face? Xing'an, you are so brave!" Zhu Qiyu lifted up the quilt and said jokingly.

"The maid naturally doesn't sleep..." Xing'an hurriedly explained.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said, "Don't mess around with these troubles. In such a cold day, you throw two 17 or 18-year-old women at the end of my bed, without any wisps, warm my feet, can I sleep?"

"I can really sleep, and the people of Ming Dynasty should not be able to sleep."

“Where did you learn so many messy things?”

Zhu Qiyu turned over and said, "Get me a basin of hot water."

"Ran Siniang told me that the blood is sent by the heart, and this foot is the farthest from the heart, and warming the foot is the way to maintain health."

The Xing'an police brought a basin of hot water and tried the water temperature. It was a little hot before putting it under the bed.

Zhu Qiyu reached in, and a warm feeling rose from the soles of his feet. Then he spoke, "This is enjoyment, something like a foot warmer maid, that's not enjoyment, that's tormenting."

"It's just that I have nothing to do, and I'll figure out how to torture people."

"Xing'an, where did you learn these things?"

"Report to Your Majesty, I just read the question book that I served King Jili and saw it." Xing'an hurriedly replied.

"What else have you learned in this way?" Zhu Qiyu asked curiously.

To be honest, Zhu Qiyu has been emperor for seven years, and he has never seen these things.

Xing'an spread his fingers and said, "In addition to those who warm their feet, there are also those who open their faces. They are used to accumulate experience for King Ji Li before they got married."

"There are countless people who warm the quilt, comb their hair, and so on."

"There is also that meat spitpot..." Xing'an said this, but he stopped talking.

"What's the thing? Spicy?" Zhu Qiyu picked up the foot cloth, wiped it himself, and said with a frown.

Xing'an whispered, "It's just spitting, not spitting into the spittoon, but into the maid's mouth."

Zhu Qiyu was stunned. He said with disgust and sneer: "Disgusting!"

"Why didn't he find someone to pick up his grains and reincarnation stuff! This way, there is no need to get up at night! There is no need to go to the bathroom in person!"

Xing'an whispered: "There are really such people."

Zhu Qiyu suddenly thought of a scene in "Jin Ping Mei". Pan Jinlian would rather go to Ximen Qing's mansion and use her mouth to pickle Ximen Qing's pickled grains and reincarnation than live a poor life with Wu Dalang.

He thought it was the exaggeration of literati and poets, but when he thought about it carefully, perhaps, maybe, maybe, maybe, art comes from life.

"What else?" Zhu Qiyu asked with a frown when he got into the quilt this time.

Xing'an thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty and King Ji Li are very different. For example, King Ji Li never moves his own chopsticks and spoons when he eats. He always stretches out his hands and opens his mouth for food. Literally, when he eats, he is always fed by the maids.

To your mouth.”

Zhu Qiyu really opened his eyes and said, "Yeah, you don't even need to have a meal in person? Why is he alive? Forget it if he dies."

"Aren't you already dead?" Xing'an Hou replied.

Zhu Qiyu leaned against the edge of the bed and said, "Then the Queen Mother Sun doesn't care about it? That's her own son. If you raise him like this, you won't be able to become a talent. There is no other possibility except to raise waste."

"Mrs. Sun is a very smart person. Can't you understand this?"

Xing'an replied seriously: "Your Majesty, is it possible that you just do it on purpose. Whether it is the inner and outer courts, you actually hope that King Jili is a waste?"

Xing'an's words were something he prepared since he proposed the maid warming foot, so he said it very seriously.

"I understand, Xing'an, let the foot-warming maid come, I am also extravagant." Zhu Qiyu looked at Xing'an's expression and said eagerly.

Xing'an said with a tough bullet: "I... I'm not prepared at all."

"I know I will never use it, right?" Zhu Qiyu naturally said that because she knew Xing'an had not prepared those messy things.

Zhu Qiyu said in a daze: "I know what you want to say, don't you just want me to understand clearly what the emperor said?"

"Uncle Emperor has the will."

Zhu Zhanji's words seemed to have no point in mind, but in fact the meaning was very clear. It was because everyone was responsible for the inner and outer courts.

I have a mother born, no father teaches me, no mother cares.

King Ji Li was the person in the condom, Empress Dowager Sun, the palace maid in the palace, the eunuchs who were surrounded by the front and the hypocritical ministers in the court, were King Ji Li’s condom.

"It's better to go to the queen's place." Zhu Qiyu got up again, put on a cloak, and went to Queen Wang's palace.

Zhu Qiyu stopped the Xing'an news. He stopped sleeping when he screamed in the middle of the night. He walked into the bedroom.

He originally thought the queen had already slept, but the lights were still on.

Queen Wang has not yet rested. In the past, as long as the emperor was in Tai'an Palace, most of them spent the night in her Huacao Building, but His Majesty had no trivial matters these days, but he did not come.

How can Queen Wang sleep?

Of course she remembered that a few days ago, she actually told Your Majesty that she was unwell and could not serve her. Although Your Majesty did not blame her at that time, His Majesty never came to her again after that.

As the queen, she hopes that her son is the prince. What's wrong with this?

She was disheveled and she was writing quickly at the desk, and seemed to be unsatisfied, so she threw a few scrap manuscripts at the table.

"What are you writing?" Zhu Qiyu picked up a scrap manuscript and asked in a low voice.

"Husband?" Queen Wang raised her head, her eyes went from aggrieved, panic, and then to surprise, and finally to surprise. The emotions in her eyes were like a pool of spring water. When the wind blew, thousands of charms were filled with wind.

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Zhu Qiyu smiled and continued to look at the deprecated manuscript in her hand. Queen Wang had a very good idea, but she didn't know how to do it.

"I'm here to see Your Majesty." Empress Wang hurriedly stood up and saluted, but was held back by Zhu Qiyu and signaled her to sit down and talk.

Old husband and wife, goodbye in the boudoir, that's too boring.

"Why haven't you seen me for a few days? Isn't you even calling me?" Zhu Qiyu sat aside, continued to read what Queen Wang wrote, and nodded constantly.

The husband is respected in the court and the wife is honored in the room.

Queen Wang’s idea was very immature, but for the Ming Dynasty, it was beneficial to the future.
To be continued...