Chongzhen Undergraduates

Qian Qian got out of bed in a jiffy, and he didn't need anyone's help anymore, even his hands and feet became agile.Even when going out, the footsteps carry the wind.

"Hurry up and prepare the carriage, old man, I want to enter the palace." Liu Rushi found that Qian Qianyi's words were sharp, his saliva was gone, and his face was flushed.

Liu Rushi glanced at his own man who hurried out, he didn't even say hello to him.

Slowly, the comb ran across her hair, and she thought of the man in the restaurant just now, and felt for the first time in her life: There are countless men, but this man himself can't see through.

Qian Qianyi was happy, but Hou Fangyu was depressed.Li Xiangjun returned home, sat down at the table angrily, and poured several bowls of tea.

"What's the matter, lady? Is things not going well?" Hou Fangyu continued to open the folding fan, shook it a few times quickly, and then closed it again.Although his tone sounded like a woman who cared about him, the movements in his hands still couldn't conceal his anxious original intention.

"It's all because of that fool, and that Liu Rushi."

"What fool? Are you and Liu Ru sisters?"

"Hmph, I'm still a sister. I only care about my own man, and I haven't thought about it for us."

"What's the matter with the fool?"

Li Xiangjun was very straightforward, and told Hou Fangyu the details of the party.Hou Fangyu was naturally not stupid, and he knew that this so-called fool was probably Emperor Chongzhen when he heard it.

But Hou Fangyu didn't tell Li Xiangjun his guess. On the contrary, he was very satisfied that he could grasp Li Xiangjun's mind.Only women who cannot be controlled by him will make him lose interest.

"In this way, we have to find another way to become an official." Hou Fangyu opened the folding fan again, and the frequency of shaking was faster than before.

A seemingly ordinary gathering affected the hearts of the entire scholar community in Nanjing, and the ripples did not calm down for several days, and the entire Fushe Society was undercurrents.

Chapter 97: Father and Son

Nanjing Forbidden City, Zhu Youjian still has no plans to live in it.

After sending Chen Yuanyuan back, Zhu Youjian only visited the crown prince and prince.

The recent situation of the two cheap sons is completely opposite. The prince is a little tired and has lost his original perseverance. He seems a little tired and sad.The third prince Zhu Cijiong looked excited and clamored to go to Jiangjun Mountain with Zhu Youjian.

"Why are you going?" Zhu Youjian squatted down curiously, looking at this little guy who seemed to have grown a lot taller.

"Where does Sister Huang study, I want to learn too." Zhu Cijiong flashed his big eyes, looking like a little adult.

"But you are still young, and no one will take care of you in Jiangjunshan." Zhu Youjian could allow some servants to be raised in the palace, but he didn't want to do that in Jiangjunshan.

"I can do it, Father. Now I get up by myself, dress by myself, and do things by myself. I will also do my own laundry."

"Oh, is it?" This made Zhu Youjian strange. You must know that this kid was raised in the palace, and if he endured hardships, it was only a few days when the capital fell. Why did he change in a few months? ?

"Father, please allow me, I have grown up." The little guy made an adult posture, holding his arms tightly on his chest, which made Zhu Youjian laugh.

"Okay! I can allow you to go, but if you can't insist, you are not allowed to mess around in the future."

After listening to the third prince, he ran away in a hurry. He was going to prepare his own salute.However, before Zhu Youjian recovered, Zhu Cijiong ran back with a small burden.

"This is you?" Zhu Cijiong's luggage was too small, it seemed that he couldn't even fit two sets of clothes.

"This is my stuff, we'll leave right away." The little guy was about to drag Zhu Youjian away after finishing speaking.

"Ah!" Zhu Youjian had no choice but to let him get into the carriage ahead of time: "Wait for me in the car, I will take you with me, good boy."

"Father, I..." the prince's words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

After going south, if you want to find someone who pays the most, Zhu Youjian will definitely start with the prince Zhu Cihong.

Thinking about it, I was quite shameless. Even though he was just my own cheap son, I still pushed him to the front of public opinion, while I hid behind.

Zhu Youjian didn't even think that what he set up was a puppet. This person can't have his own thoughts, can't have his own life, and can't even say no.This person is only 16 years old!

If the other emperors were also puppets when they ascended the throne when they were young, then Zhu Cihong was a completely different matter. He was not an emperor, he was just a superintendent in name.

To put it bluntly, he is a statue erected by Zhu Youjian in Nanjing.It's just a pure appearance!

"Is the emperor seventeen next year?"

"Ah."

"How about looking for a marriage for you next year?"

Zhu Youjian doesn't know how long the prince will be the supervisor of the country. From the current point of view, he is still not suitable to appear directly.

He, Zhu Youjian, is a big boss who attracts artillery fire. Once he shows up, he will inevitably be attacked by all forces.

"Father, my son doesn't want to get married yet." The prince glanced enviously at his younger brother who had gone away, that was also his dream.

When you have a father in front of you, you are always the little bird hiding under your father's wings, and he can protect you from the wind and rain.

But what can you say if you have a dad who pushes you over the edge?

Zhu Youjian's heart is hard, at least when he treats the prince.Zhu Youjian didn't answer anything, but simply patted Pai Zhu Cihong on the shoulder, and then left without looking back.

"Father!" Zhu Cihong knelt under the eaves of the main hall and cried loudly. The autumn rain in Nanjing did not change anything. Some cold rain hit the 16-year-old boy's face, mixed with tears flowing into his mouth.

Such a scene did not move Zhu Youjian, or the current Zhu Youjian.The previous Zhu Youjian has slowly disappeared from this body, and most of what is left now is the current Zhu Youjian.

Don't say anything like the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country.Failure is failure, I didn't let him die, I just came to reverse the failure.

If you die, you are actually a coward!Failure requires someone to bear the responsibility. In the north of Ming Dynasty, tens of millions of people are bearing the consequences.

As a member of the royal family, Zhu Youjian only sacrificed the prince for a few years, and he didn't think he was too much.

"Huanger, what do you want to learn when you go to Jiangjun Mountain? Do you want to learn skills from craftsmen, or learn arithmetic from sister Huang?"

In the carriage, Zhu Youjian stroked Zhu Cijiong's head and came back from his thoughts.

"I don't even want to learn it. I have secretly listened to Father's lecture. I want to learn what Father said, which can glow without lighting a candle, like lightning."

"Haha." Zhu Youjian was also taken aback when he laughed, he never thought that the little thing he revealed casually in Shandong had been remembered by this little guy until now.

Since interest is the best teacher, can we arrange it?

In Jiangjunshan, Zhu Cijiong would not be able to be arranged in the too noisy institute of technology. This little guy can only be arranged in Jiu'er first, and there is only there, which is relatively quiet.

"Sister Huang, I'm coming!" As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Zhu Cijiong jumped out of the carriage and ran around, searching for Jiu'er.

People cannot be kept in cages for a long time, especially lively children.All teenagers have ADHD, let alone a boy.Zhu Youjian remembered that when he was in his teens, he almost dismantled all the household belongings.

Jiu'er is no longer studying abacus. The course she is currently taking is an introduction to the taxation system of the Ming Dynasty taught by a small official from the Ministry of Household Affairs.

When Zhu Cijiong found his sister, Jiu'er was buried in a pile of ledgers.

"Little San, why are you here?" Jiu'er didn't know who to call his younger brother, which made Zhu Youjian smile.