"The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty took the first class today."

"I feel that I am standing on the wind, and the next time the wind is blown away, the so-called chief assistant..."

The sun is very warm and the temperature is very suitable, making people feel cool.

This is the best time of the year to be tied with autumn.

But autumn is so slaughtering, so for the 61-year-old Yang Rong, he prefers the vibrant spring.

Yang Shiqi is waiting for her son’s reply. She has been a little sad recently, so she is not in good spirits.

"Who knows what he taught? I guess it's boasting about science?"

Yang Shiqi lost his past calmness. Yang Pu glanced at him and said, "It must be that he needs to let His Highness remember the goodness of science, and then... if it doesn't work out, it will belittle Confucianism."

Huang Huai shook his head and said, "That is the foundation of the shaking Ming Dynasty. How will he follow when His Highness grows up? Your Majesty will not allow Fang Xing to make trouble."

Yang Rong looked at the sunshine outside and said, "Youzi still didn't come."

The Political Affairs Hall gradually became quiet again, leaving only the sound of flipping paper.

Zhu Zhanji was also busy until he saw a memorial.

The memorial was from the clan's house, and mentioned the issue of the good things that the King of Han was away. Although it was long-winded and obscure, Zhu Zhanji still knew their thoughts.

"Tell them that the King of Han is very good in Huazhou, and there is a memorial to follow Xing and Bo back to Beijing and copy it to the vassal kings in various places."

The fact that the Ming Dynasty is still having a headache is the vassal kings.

After the privileges of the gentry were abolished, the locals were not very polite to the vassal kings. What you deserve was yours. If you are not yours, don't be domineering, otherwise I will impeach you.

From the beginning of Zhu Zhanji's ascendance to the throne, the good days of the vassal kings ended.

Zhu Gaosui came to memorial last month, saying that he had suffered all kinds of suffering in the fiefdom, and that local officials did not respect it, etc.

The vassal kings were not satisfied, but the Ming Dynasty had great martial arts and no one dared to rebel, so they couldn't help but complain.

So Zhu Gaoxu's trip to sea attracted a lot of attention.

Some vassal kings felt that if they didn’t stay here, they would have to stay at home. At worst, they could find a place overseas. Although the conditions were a little worse, they didn’t have to pretend to be grandson in Central China.

Most of the vassal kings are very entangled.

After getting used to wealth and comfort, letting them go to the wilderness and start over again is no different from exile.

So they looked at the capital and the emperor.

Do you really want to exile us?

So he quickly left the city and ran to all sides.

Zhu Zhanji was still dealing with political affairs until it was dark.

"Your Majesty, have a meal."

Yu Jia brought people in and lit the candle, Zhu Zhanji put down his brush, and then rubbed his eyes.

"Where is the prince?"

"Your Highness has returned to Kunning Palace long ago and said he is very happy."

Yu Jia thought Du Qian was really a fool. She taught the prince for so long, but she could not compare to Fang Xing who had only been in class for half a day.

"Let's have hot pot tonight."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little cold, and the air conditioning gradually overflowed from the cracks of the bones made him frown slightly.

After dinner, Zhu Zhanji went to the harem.

He rarely goes to Kunning Palace now, and if he goes there, he just takes a look at his two children.

The relationship between the emperor and the empress has turned into ice.

The outside world has many speculations about this, but as the dust of the position of prince settled, it slowly faded away.

Unless Hu Shanxiang suddenly goes, Concubine Sun's son will not have a chance.

Therefore, the more reason why those talents used various means and even knocked on the verge was that Fang Xing occupied the position of the Prince's teacher.

In the eyes of many people, anyone can do this position, but science cannot do it, and only then can it not wake up.

After seeing the familiar woman, Zhu Zhanji felt a little relieved and then smiled slightly under the lights.

Sun also smiled slightly, and the two gradually approached, then walked in side by side, and then the children cheered.

Yu Jia stood outside and watched the scene and whispered: "Where does equality come from? Even the queen can only be cold."

He glanced at the direction of Kunning Palace and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He knew that he could not serve the next emperor, that is, after the emperor passed away, he would either go with him and be praised as a loyal servant; or he could only learn from Sun Xiang and guard the tomb.

Sun Xiang's ending was very dull. An Lun came out to collect his corpse, and then quietly begged the emperor, asking only to let Sun Xiang be buried in a place in Tianshou Mountain.

But this request was not approved, so Anlun found another place.

After a lot of trouble, many people in the palace envied Sun Xiang's encounter.

An Lun's image has improved a lot after this time, but it has become more and more silent.

Yu Jia didn't know what her future would be like, but she was very worried.

He is no longer young, and his body reacts every winter, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Looking at the young eunuchs and palace maids, he would always stay for a moment and then sigh.

But then he will be full of fighting spirit.

In the dark night, his eyes were bright and he was not tired of being busy for the day.

Yu Jia can only rest after the emperor goes to bed.

When he returned to his residence, a palace maid had already made water and then served him to wash his face and feet.

The water is slightly hot, and it is very comfortable to soak your feet.

When the water gradually became cold, the palace maid who had been massaging his feet looked up and said, "Damn it, do you dry it?"

Yu Jia nodded, and the palace maid raised his feet and wiped them dry with a towel.

“Slightly cold.”

Yu Jia closed her eyes.

The palace maid hesitated for a moment, and finally took off her clothes and put her big feet in her warm arms.

Half an hour later, Yu Jia, who woke up from a nap, drove away the palace maid and then fell asleep in the bed.

He could only sleep for two hours and then woke up.

After washing up, he hurried to Sun's bedroom and waited.

The eunuchs and palace maids had already changed shifts, and they smiled flatteringly when they saw him coming.

After the emperor comes out, the day in the palace will officially begin.

And the potato holiday is over.

He had enough time to go back and take off the leave, but Fang Xing drove him away after he had breakfast.

After leaving the Fang family, he rode his horse into the city and headed all the way to Feng Lin's house.

When he arrived at Feng's house, he knocked on the door with a small bag.

"What are you doing?"

The one who opened the door was Feng Lin's sister-in-law Yang. As the daughter of a "big family", she had to show up in public after getting married, which made her very bad mood.

When she saw that it was potatoes, she said impatiently: "I haven't seen anyone running to other people's houses all day long. I'll ask others to open the door next time I come."

Tudou smiled and endured it for a moment in Feng Lin's face.

Yang's anger came from Feng Xiang's failure in the provincial examination last year, which made her feel that she was not married, and even her parents' eyes were suspected.

After entering, Tudou whispered outside the house: "Boy Fang Han, please see sir."

"Xiao Fang is here? Come in and see how I'm doing this painting."

Feng Youwei's voice came from the study room on the side.

When Tudou entered, Yang muttered outside for a while. Later, Feng Lin came back from buying vegetables, Yang just forced a smile.

"Sister-in-law, is my brother still studying?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile, Yang nodded reluctantly, and his sister-in-law separated.

"Okay! This bird is smart, sir, this painting can be regarded as a family heirloom."

Feng Lin heard the sound of potatoes and said outside: "You don't know how to draw, so you're just messing with my dad."

Her voice was crisp, and she was silent for a moment, then Feng Youwei smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you this painting."

"Thank you, sir, please come again next time I rest."
Chapter completed!