First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Lao Zhu made his grandson cry, and then he took the child into his arms and coaxed him in a low voice. Empress Ma's heart also fell back, this old thing, the older he gets, the more stubborn he gets.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the child's arm and asked, Hey? We still have a grandson, sister, where did you hide?

Empress Ma sat down on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, Let the boss carry you back.

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped talking, just stared at the eldest grandson in his arms earnestly, and said after a while: Then see you tomorrow, and let the elders carry us back.

Seeing you today and seeing you tomorrow in the palace is completely different from the eyes of the government and the public. The few traces of tenderness that flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were instantly discarded, leaving only the firmness as always.

Empress Ma didn't respond anymore, the palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh, but the more so, the sooner she would make a decision, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

Yang'er gradually got used to the smell of the visitor, and since she was close by blood, she stopped crying and grabbed the button ribbon on the emperor's robe with her small hands, carefully pulling it apart.

Empress Ma saw that it was getting late, so she summoned the nanny to come in to feed her milk, and rushed the emperor to take a bath and change clothes to prepare for bed on the couch.

It's a pity that Lao Zhu still failed to fulfill his wish in the end. Empress Ma didn't trust him at all, and placed the child on the inner side of the bed, she slept next to it, and poor Emperor Zhu could only sleep on the outermost side.

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Today's morning was extremely early, civil and military officials lined up in front of the palace gate, some of them were even hungover, so they could only huddle together shoulder to shoulder, and were stopped by the picket censor, but they were also shoved to the ground.

After the three strict drums, the whip sounded suddenly, and the palace gate was opened wide, and all civil and military personnel entered. The bands of bell and drum divisions were on the left and right, and there were burly generals in the middle of the gate of the palace. extraordinary.

Since Zhu Biao came to accompany his father to have breakfast in Huagai Hall in the morning, he did not enter with all the officials, but waited early in the reserve seat of Fengtian Hall.

As the emperor's first early court after returning from Beijing, every move is solemn and solemn, and every move has its own rules. The Ministry of Rites and the Yushitai are extremely strict. Naturally, he was also impeached by the censor, but Lao Zhu gave him extra tolerance, which also gave the Wu Xuns a boost.

Seeing the more and more reckless warriors, Zhu Biao, who was standing above Dan Bi, couldn't help pursing his lips. Some people just don't understand that it's not necessarily bad to be strict with you, and it doesn't necessarily mean to be lenient to you. Treating you well, the way of the king's mercy and preservation lies in this.

I drank a lot last night, but Er and others slept all night as a drunken and unhappy person, and it is really difficult to stand still, and it is difficult to pretend to be human?

It's nothing more than a test. After all, the banquet was bestowed by the emperor, and no matter what, the punishment will not be severe. Why don't we take this opportunity to see if the superior's attitude towards us is the same as before.

But I really forgot what it means to drink with you from a golden cup, and you will not be spared with a white knife!

The morning court lasted for nearly two hours, and all the government offices and temples of the Six Departments of the Central Book took turns to report, and the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion also detailed the military situation of the Beijing camp frontier army and the local guards.

Zhu Biaosu didn't say a word, and it also represented all the authority of the imperial court. The transfer from the prince of Jianguo to the emperor's hand was more symbolic than practical.

After retreating from the court, the father and son returned to the Jinshen Palace. The Empress of Kunning Palace and the Crown Princess of the East Palace both sent pastries.

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In Liyang County, in a rather grand mansion, Li Gao, the county magistrate, was walking anxiously in the hall, like ants on a hot pot.

The housekeeper who led the tea-serving maid came up persuaded: Xianzun, don't worry, sit and drink tea, my uncle will come out soon.

Drinking tea? My head is about to fall, what kind of tea are you drinking? Call Pan Fu out!

The butler showed disdain in his eyes, but he still respected him: Master County, it's not like you don't know my uncle's temper. I've already sent messages for you several times.

Li Gao stopped in his tracks, and said with a gloomy expression: Then Huang Lu has filed a court case, and the imperial envoys who came to apprehend me may have already entered Liyang. I can't escape, but your family can escape?

My Pan family was born in Liyang, so naturally I can't get away. Please calm down, my lord, the county lord.

A tall and strong man walked in from the outside, dressed in brocade clothes and with a calm demeanor, with a huge gold ring around his neck and a jade pendant around his waist, he looked very wealthy.

Li Gao looked at the person with hatred on his face, and suddenly a few drops of muddy tears flowed from his eyes: I really regret that, my innocent body was tainted by you and other scoundrels out of thin air.

Pan Fu smiled and grabbed the county magistrate's collar, and sneered with him face to face: Oh? Is it the little one who forced you to have sex with that Li family day and night? It was the little one who forced you How many large trucks are there to transport gold, silver and jewelry to your hometown? Or are the small ones forcing you to extort and extort money and kill countless good people?

The butler at the side straightened his waist, took the teacup held by the maid, and poured the hot tea in the cup onto the county magistrate's trouser legs. Fu's thick and powerful arms.

My county lord, you are doomed. Who told you not to stop Huang Lu!

I'll drag you guys to death, no one can run away!

After a moment of hardening, Li Gao broke down again in a flash and burst into tears. Instead of struggling, he hugged Pan Fu's arm with all his strength: I know that you have contacts with Mr. Xiang, so think of a way to escape this catastrophe. , I will be your leader in the future.

Pan Fu's expression also changed and he said with a sad face: My lord, you look down on me too much. I'm just an official in the county government. I don't have the ability to talk to the Prime Minister.

Before Li Gao could speak harsh words again, Pan Fu helped him to sit down. The butler beside him bent down again and lowered his eyebrows to prepare melon and fruit tea. Shi Shiran sat on the magistrate's lap in public, wiped his tears with an embroidered handkerchief, leaned over his chest and sobbed mournfully.

My lord, if you leave, what will the servants do?

The beauty of her daughter, no matter where in the world, she would not be indistinguishable from the public, listening to her sobbing and crying, even a man whose heart is as hard as iron may turn into soft fingers.

Li Gao couldn't restrain his grief, he hugged the little woman and cried, Pan Fu would comfort him in a low voice from time to time, after a while Pan Fufu smiled and left, only listening to the coquettishness of the dress being torn to pieces.

Master, why do you want to make this old thing cheap again?

Pan Fu smiled casually: It's a piece of junk, so what a pity this time, with him as the county magistrate taking care of everything, we'll be better off.

Pan Fu went to the study room of the back house and saluted the old father who was writing big characters: Father, the son has already made arrangements, I guess Li Gao would not dare to think of killing and breaking the net again.

Hmph! It's been arranged. If you really arranged it, why did today's incident happen!

Father Pan threw down the Langhao brush and glared at his son: Our Pan family has worked here for generations, and from Song to Yuan Dynasty, we have been deeply rooted officials in the county, but you also remember that our family is also a family of officials. It's not difficult to be a county magistrate, but you can handle things that Shang Datian listens to?

Pan Fu picked up the Langhao pen and returned it to the table respectfully: Son, isn't this also because he wants our Pan family to climb up the ladder? I want to follow the way of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the Prime Minister's Mansion is deep, and if I don't search for gold and silver, how can I get through?

Father Pan sighed and stopped teaching his son: You must let Li Gao bite the bullet, I have already discussed with Mr. Jiang and your elder brother Zhao, and the people below have also been beaten and beaten to death. That's Li Gao's idea.

Yes, what kind of thing is a son? It's nothing more than a small county government official. The imperial envoy who came from above has no time to stare at his son to investigate.

It's best to be like this, but just in case, you should go to Guangde County to avoid the limelight.

Listen to dad.

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