Chapter 151 The officials of the Ming Dynasty are all good officials
Qianqing Palace.
Li Qing treated Queen Ma as usual. After finishing the treatment, he went to the square of the front hall to watch the monks chanting sutras. The bald heads were illuminated by the early morning sun, which was quite ornamental.
Zhu Xi and Zhu Fan were not there, only Zhu Di and Zhu Xi brothers patiently listened to the scriptures. Judging from their expressions, they were suffering.
Li Qing stepped forward to say hello, and sat down to listen for a while, feeling quite bored.
He raised his head and glanced at Dao Yan. Seeing that he behaved well and was far away from Zhu Di, he gave up his doubts.
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Royal study room.
Zhu Biao was reviewing the memorial when he heard the eunuch report that Li Qing asked for an audience. He immediately said, "Xuan."
"Your Majesty, Li Qing, please see..."
"You haven't recovered yet, so there's no need to salute." Zhu Biao waved his hand, "Sit down."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Li Qing sat down, looked at Zhu Biao, whose eyes were red and his face was haggard, and sighed to himself: The pressure on this prince is really too much.
These days, Zhu Yuanzhang's morning court affairs were just a formality, and almost all matters in the court, both large and small, fell on Zhu Biao.
Logically speaking, supervising a country is not a big deal, but without a prime minister and a cabinet to share the burden, the burden would be too heavy.
Lao Zhu is a workaholic, like an iron man, but Zhu Biao is obviously not as good as him and not as resistant to pressure.
"How is the queen's health?" Zhu Biao put down the memorial and leaned back on the chair, the fatigue on his face difficult to conceal.
"Your Majesty, you are doing well."
"Well, that's good."
Zhu Biao nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes slowly, and gently pinched the center of his eyebrows with his right hand. After a long time, he opened it again, picked up a memorial, and continued to review.
"Why did you come to Gu Gu?" Zhu Biao was preoccupied with two things.
"Your Highness, you don't look well. Could you please let me take your pulse?"
"I'm not feeling unwell, I'm just a little tired." Zhu Biao laughed, "Is this why you came here?"
Li Qing nodded, chuckled and said, "Nip it in the bud."
"Yeah...that's fine." Zhu Biao stretched out his arm.
Li Qing stepped forward and put his hand on his wrist, feeling his pulse attentively.
"Are you sick?" Zhu Biao felt a little panicked when he saw his frown getting deeper and deeper, "I can eat and drink, but I have worked too hard and am a little tired, so there is nothing else to do."
Li Qing retracted his hand, nodded and said: "Your Highness is in good health and has no symptoms."
You're not sick. Why are you frowning? You scared me... Zhu Biao glanced at him angrily, "I still have official duties to attend to. If you have nothing else to do, please step aside."
"...I retire."
After returning home, Li Qing was lying on the bed, feeling restless.
Zhu Biao is indeed not sick, and his body meets the indicators for his age group, but judging from his workload and pressure before tomorrow...
Overwork will lead to illness!
But he can't dictate this matter. Zhu Biao is the crown prince and his position is unbreakable. Lao Zhu has high hopes for him. It is reasonable and reasonable for him to take over the government in advance. What can he say as a royal governor?
"Oh... it's so difficult!" Li Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head, whispering to himself: "Is it really impossible to change?"
If possible, he still wanted to protect Zhu Biao.
Although Zhu Biao was destined to be Emperor Wen, and his achievements could hardly match those of Yongle, but if he had not died, Zhu Yuanzhang would not have had a major purge, nor would there have been a years-long battle of Jingnan.
He liked Emperor Yongle, but the Yongle lineage produced too many weird emperors.
They are called the emperor Zhu Qizhen, the playful emperor Zhu Houzhao, the devoted emperor Zhu Houcong, the otaku emperor Zhu Yijun, and the carpenter emperor Zhu Youxiao.
In the end, Chongzhen hanged Meishan.
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"gentlemen."
Lianxiang's voice outside the door brought Li Qing back to reality.
"Come in."
Lianxiang pushed the door open and came in, closing the door behind her, "Sir, are you feeling better?"
"Okay, won't you know if you try it?" Li Qing patted his thigh, "Come and sit."
Lianxiang's little face turned red, and she sat on his lap gently and skillfully, so as not to press him down, with only her buttocks touching him.
With Nuan Yu in his arms, Li Qing is not Liu Xiahui, so he naturally has to do what needs to be done.
Lianxiang saw that he was serious and said quickly: "Sir has not recovered yet, can I use other methods?"
As he spoke, he shook his snow-white feet.
Lee Sin hadn't visited in a long time, and he still wanted to hit the home run, but there was nothing wrong with having an appetizer first.
"Yeah, that's fine."
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The dragon and emerald dotted into the phoenix as the head, setting off the double jade ditch of lotus;
Walk through the flower path and go up to the small building, where jade butterflies are everywhere and relieve people's worries...
Lian Xiangchai, with messy sideburns, pouted and said, "Sir, really...if Sister Hongxiu knew about it, she would definitely tell me something."
"Don't you already know whether I'm okay or not?" Li Qing stretched out, "I'm going to take a nap, do you want to join me?"
"No more."
Lianxiang was afraid that he would no longer be able to control herself, so she quickly put on her clothes and ran away.
When he reached the door, he turned back and stopped talking.
"What's the matter?"
"Sir, I have something to say, but I don't know whether to say it or not."
"Tell me." Li Qing looked at her with a smile.
Lianxiang pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Why don't you, sir... let Wanling wait on you?"
"She's still young."
"Still young?" Lianxiang asked in confusion, "She's almost sixteen!"
Li Qing smiled and said, "Is almost sixteen considered old?"
"Isn't that right?" Lianxiang said, "A girl can get married when she comes to Kuishui at the age of fourteen. Rich families marry their girls later, but generally they will not be more than sixteen, that is...
Even princesses choose their consorts at the age of sixteen."
Lianxiang advised: "Wanling is really not young anymore. My husband has been neglecting her, and she feels uncomfortable and is under great psychological pressure."
Li Qing: "..."
Seeing that Lianxiang was serious, he thought for a moment and said, "I understand. I'll talk to her after lunch."
"Yes." Lianxiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Then sir, take a rest."
With that said, he turned around and closed the door gently.
Li Qing laughed dumbly and said to himself: "It was so early for the ancients to marry off their daughters!"
After sleeping for most of the time, Li Qing was full of energy. He had not had a good night's sleep these days.
In the middle of the night, the master transferred his true energy to him, and in the early morning he transferred his true energy to Queen Ma. His sleep time was greatly reduced.
Despite this, he could still feel that Queen Ma's body was getting worse day by day and she could not support her for much longer.
Sighing, Li Qing got dressed and went to the courtyard to wash his face.
After a while, the royal meal was delivered on time. Steamed fish, braised pigeon, roast duck, roast chicken...it was so rich.
Li Qing's mouth was full of oil after eating.
After dinner, he pulled up a chair and sat under the fruit tree, picked up a book, and drank tea, relaxing and comfortable.
Lianxiang and Hongxiu returned to the house after cleaning up. Wanling pressed her shoulders behind him.
"What are you looking at, sir?"
"The Law of the Ming Dynasty." Li Qing said casually.
Suddenly he remembered that there was still something important to do, so he patted her little hand gently and said, "No need to press, bring a chair, I have something to tell you."
"Well, okay."
Wan Ling was overjoyed and quickly made a chair and sat in front of Li Qing, "Sir, please speak."
"Lianxiang told me that you actually think too much." Li Qing said, "The reason why I don't touch you is not because you are bad, but because you are different from them."
Wan Ling lowered her head and looked down, feeling a little inferior. It was indeed different.
"They are the prostitutes, you are the pure ones, and you are still young." Li Qing muttered, "You are innocent, and you can marry like an ordinary woman after you leave your lowly status.
I don’t touch you because I have this consideration.”
"Wan Ling doesn't want to get married, she just wants to serve her husband for the rest of her life." Wan Ling was about to cry, "Sir, don't drive me away."
Li Qing was startled and nodded slightly, "I'm just giving you one more choice, I don't mean to drive you away."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "Isn't he already very big before he is even sixteen?
Not necessarily, in my opinion Lianxiang Hongxiu and the others are not old, they are just in their early twenties."
"Yes, sir, that's what he said." Wan Ling didn't know what he wanted to express, so she had to agree.
Li Qing thought for a moment and finally made a promise, "Wait until after the New Year."
After the New Year... Wan Ling understood the subtext, feeling ashamed and happy at the same time, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "My maid... you all listen to your husband."
"Well, you all have the habit of taking a nap, so go and have a rest."
"Yes, sir."
Wanling Yingying bowed and walked back to the house briskly.
Li Qing sighed softly, "Sleeping Lianxiang and Hongxiu, he has no burden at all, because they are red shepherds, even if they are separated from him, they will be the same."
And, at least here, he won't be sent around.
But Wan Ling is different. Sleeping with her will be somewhat psychologically burdensome.
Immediately, Li Qing felt that he was too pretentious. Even a little girl would do it. Why would he, a grown man, do ink?
Wan Ling was so lovely, so he was a little reluctant to give her away.