After Emperor Wen's death, the crisis continued until Zhu Zhanji succeeded to the throne, and those crises were slowly suppressed and gradually disappeared.

No, it seems to be eliminated!

Crisis mostly comes from people, and these people in front of us are one of the sources of the crisis.

The struggle between the monarch and his subjects is gradually changing!

Quiet!

Zhu Zhanji was feeling and enjoying this silence.

Then he smiled and said, "Some people in Shandong colluded with Hejian Mansion. I have asked Liu Guan to do things cheaply... All the people are separated."

After the ministers went out, the eunuchs outside the door dared to come in and report to the empress dowager.

"I'll go now after the political affairs are handled."

Hu Shanxiang had already returned to Ningshou Palace. Seeing him, the Empress Dowager said frowningly: "I have seen many people in Wanwan's affairs, but they are not as good as the three in the previous ones, but after all, you have to know the truth!"

Zhu Zhanji comforted: "Don't worry, my mother, my son has already asked someone to go and investigate."

The Queen Mother asked, "Who?"

"Xinghe Bo..."

The Queen Mother nodded and said, "He is calm in his work, hey! Wanwan is eighteen years old. According to the rules, it is time to pick people. If you can't bear to leave, then stay for a few more years..."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and admitted this.

But the most reluctant person is the queen mother!

...

The most difficult place in this world to keep secrets is probably the palace.

The Empress Dowager was organizing Wanwan's marriage, and keeping the news was just wishful thinking.

"Princess, the Queen Mother is picking people."

Wanwan stood under the tree, wearing a long skirt, frowned slightly between her eyebrows.

Qingye whispered: "There are small officials, warriors, and Jinshi Juren, who said they wanted to choose a good one."

She felt that she would definitely follow Wanwan out of the palace. If the prince consort was not good, her life would be difficult.

The Ming Dynasty did not need a princess to marry. Starting from Zhu Di, there was no need to treat the princess as a bargaining chip to balance the government's affairs.

This style brings a change: most princesses' son-in-laws are from ordinary backgrounds, and being able to marry a grandfather is considered burning incense.

By the time Zhu Zhanji, several waves of Xunqin's proposal to Wanwan had been blocked.

This is the signal!

Wanwan was deeply favored by the emperors of three generations, and her dowry when she got married must be the first in this dynasty.

The chosen prince consort is probably from ordinary origins, and now it is developed!

Moreover, the outside world has long been talking about Wanwan's temperament and appearance. Perhaps once she becomes her son-in-law, she will gain both wealth and wealth.

Wanwan looked at the sky.

The sky is cloudless and blue.

She was a little depressed and confused.

As a princess, she had no room for choice. At most, after the queen mother confirmed the final candidate, she simply told her about the situation.

So she became a little depressed and didn't even eat supper.

Qingye quietly asked someone to go to the Empress Dowager's side to talk. But the Empress Dowager just sighed and then sent someone to send some snacks.

As parents and elders, of course, I feel that I have a good vision and that the person I choose for my children and grandchildren will never be wrong.

That's what the Queen Mother thought.

So Wanwan was silent. Every day, she locked herself in the room except for going to the Queen Mother and the Queen.

The girl was copying the green smoke and misty, and there were already many copied scriptures in the small box next to her.

When the death of Emperor Wen and Emperor Ren, who loved her the most, these scriptures would be burned, just to ask for their happiness in another world.

...

Wanwan's son-in-law is naturally coveting countless crazy bees, waves and butterflies.

"I know that the news cannot be saved, those people... will not be seen!"

Many people have focused on Wanwan's fat piece, especially the Xunqi family, who want to use their children to marry the royal family and then continue their glory and wealth.

Even civil servants with many sons in their family were inevitably a little moved, but they could not learn from the directness of honor and relatives. So when the autumn wind blows, people gathered in the capital every few days.

Of course, there must be wine for parties, and there must be vegetables and good dishes.

Shenxianju took an order today and the entire lobby was booked.

"Everyone is expensive, but I can't bear to go to the private room upstairs. What are these scholars doing?"

The two guys were muttering, and Yaodi, who came back early, looked unwilling.

These scholars seem graceful, but they are fake.

In addition, they were blocked in the lobby and were recognized by people as some of them were children of officials, so some old guests bowed and left without eating.

Mo Chou also came out. She was worried about the body of Huanhuan who followed Fang Xing, so she was a little restless these days.

"Miss, do you want to drive them away?"

Yaodi felt that she could not ride a horse, so she was thrown back by Fang Xing. In addition, the person she liked was not in the capital, so she was very angry.

"...The desert is lonely smoke, the long river is setting sun, but unfortunately the sword has never been in hand today, otherwise I would definitely sing a song..."

"There is no external troubles in the country, and from then on it will be a good opportunity for us to serve us. It's okay to sing, but don't forget to learn!"

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My brother watched for a long time, listened for a long time, and finally concluded: "Miss, these people remind me of the things at home."

Mo Chou comforted, "It's past, it's past. Now you're doing well, you'll forget what happened before."

The brother of the sarcasm shook his head and said, "Miss, I didn't think of homework! Just looking at them, I thought of those male dogs in heat..."

Mo Chou frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

She was worried that she would cause trouble for Fang Xing, so she asked her brother to go to the second floor to take a look.

When I asked me to walk down the stairs, a neigh came from outside, and then a friend went out to welcome the guests.

"Brother...Young Master!"

Suddenly, a cheerful shout from a friend came from outside. Mo Chou hurriedly left the counter and saw Fang Xing and Huanhuan.

Fang Xing led Huanhuan slowly in. When he saw Mo Chou coming out, he said, "It's okay, it's okay, I haven't had any disease."

"mother!"

When the mother and son are separated, they naturally have to be much closer when they meet again.

The three of them entered the lobby and woke up and saw that the table of scholars had a good atmosphere. Some were chanting poems, some were smiling, and they were smiling reserved.

"How come these people seem to be silly and show them to others..."

Fang Xing asked Mochou casually, but Mochou lowered his head and said nothing. Seeing Huanhuan looking at Fang Xing from time to time, he felt very happy.

Once we went out, the father and son became much more intimate!

But my brother couldn't bear it and said, "Master, it was said that the palace was recruiting a son-in-law for the princess, and these people were showing off."

Fang Xing's expression suddenly became muscular, and then he said, "It's all slutty. Sooner or later, he will cause trouble for his family!"

My brother praised: "The master said this is right. They look like a group of dogs in heat."

Someone among the people at that table suddenly sat upright, then said softly with a stern face, and then the people at the table were silent.

"Dad! Dad!"

Fang Xing was about to leave, but Huanhuan couldn't bear it. The father and son had a separation scene. In the end, Fang Xing asked Mo Chou to take Huanhuan back and stay for a few days before it ended.

After Fang woke up, the table exhaled with relief.

That was Fang Xing, who had a close relationship with the royal family. If he had something bad to say, he would not think about the prince-consort.
Chapter completed!