I'm really not the carpenter emperor

A servant came running in a panic, bringing the last news he wanted to hear.

"My lord, it's not good, the border tax bureau intercepted all the property shipped to Mongolia!" The servant cried and threw himself on his back, "It's Dongchang, and the people of Dongchang have set up checkpoints at all the gates!"

Qu Jingxin stood up with an expression of disbelief, and said in astonishment:

"what?!"

"Didn't I send money to Mr. Zhang in Datong, Mr. Zheng in Xuanfu, and the border tax department? Why was it still intercepted?"

The servant continued: "Master, Dongchang seems to have known for a long time that we will transfer the family property in advance, and there are their Tiqi at every gate!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Qu Jingxin sat back on the chair, was in a trance, suddenly there was a commotion outside the shop, it was a Jin Yiwei Qianhu who led twenty or so captains to surround Sanjinyuan.

The Qianhu who entered the door was not ordinary, wearing a well-fitting and gorgeous flying fish suit, it was Tian Ergeng.

Tian Ergeng had handled cases so many times, and for the first time he pulled out the Xiuchun knife that cut iron like mud in front of everyone.

The shining blade directly hit the hearts of everyone in his family, so that Qu Jingxin couldn't even sit on his chair and fell to the ground.

Tian Ergeng gently pressed the tip of the Xiuchun Knife against Qu Jingxin's face, blood drops immediately fell down the sharp blade, he sneered and said:

"The Qu family had an affair with the Zhangjiakou Fan family who went against the party, and helped Fan Yongdou and Fan's family die for the rebellious party. This is an unforgivable crime."

"Beizhen Fusi acted according to the order, confiscated Sanjinyuan and all of the Qu family's property, confiscated the men of Qu's family, and confiscated the women into the Jiaofang Division as prostitutes!"

Chapter 599 Zhu Youxiao Taught His Son

On the execution ground in Taiyuan City, Tian Ergeng personally chopped off the head of Qu Jingxin, the richest merchant in Jinzhong at that time, with the Xiuchun knife bestowed by the emperor.

Sanjinyuan, a business name that used to flow continuously during the day, has since been affixed with two seals, and no one is seen anymore.

It's just that no one has any sympathy for Qu's family. All kinds of things show that Qu's family is not a good thing.

When Qu Jingxin's head was hurriedly sent to the capital, Zhu Youxiao had just dealt with government affairs for a day, and walked out of Xinuang Pavilion with ease.

Looking up, he found that the sun was approaching the mid-heaven, Zhu Youxiao smiled, and continued to move forward accompanied by Wang Chaofu.

"Master, even though it's midsummer, it's still cold at noon, you don't want to catch a cold..." Wang Chaofu said.

After hearing this, Zhu Youxiao gave a soft "hmm" and walked along the tree-lined path in the palace.

The current climate is becoming more and more abnormal, and it seems to imply the full arrival of the Little Ice Age. This era is really too difficult.

"The concubine Wanwang pays attention to her body." After leaving the Palace of Compassion and Ning, Zhu Youxiao looked back again and again, and told the surrounding palaces:

"The time is getting colder, the palace bureau, don't forget to add more cotton clothes for the Compassion Palace."

Concubine Liu bowed to the Buddha with one hand, without turning her head, she said softly:

"The emperor has a heart."

Zhu Youxiao smiled faintly, then turned around and left.

Going to the Palace of Compassion and Peace to greet Concubine Liu, although this is a daily etiquette, Zhu Youxiao never found it cumbersome or even boring.

Every time he left the Compassionate Ning Palace, he tried his best to tell himself that if he was filial to this concubine, his mother would be able to live well in future generations.

The mother of future generations is no longer seen, and this dignified and kind concubine is more like a sustenance to the parents of future generations to Zhu Youxiao.

Respecting Concubine Liu means a lot to Zhu Youxiao.

When he came to the gazebo and sat down, Zhu Youxiao suddenly asked, "How long have you been by my side?"

Wang Chaofu was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously said:

"Back to Your Majesty, it's been four years..."

"It's been four years, how fast it has passed." Zhu Youxiao chuckled, "In the matter of surrogate death, do you think it's right for me to implicate the whole Qu family?"

Before Wang Chaofu could reply, he heard an angry and coquettish voice trembling from behind:

"Little bastard, get out of here!"

"Tell me to find out where you have been hiding, if I hand you over to Mr., I will beat you twenty rulers, so that you can have a long memory!"

The quiet imperial garden was awakened by the anger of this life. A young woman in palace clothes opened a flower bush and looked at the two in front of her in surprise.

The woman was at a loss, looked at the clothes of the two people, and then realized that she had caused a catastrophe, she quickly bowed her body and confessed:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—!"

Zhu Youxiao saw that it was Xu Shi, the female official of Kunning Palace, and comforted him:

"What's 'little brat' messing with you early in the morning?"

Just finished speaking, Zhu Youxiao suddenly felt his back clothes being torn, and looked back, also stunned.

The little Zhu Ciran hid here at some point.

Zhu Ciran felt that the emperor's father was looking at him with ghosts in his heart, as if he was choking his breath in his throat, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, his face flushed red.

This scene attracted three or two little eunuchs passing by to watch, and Xu Shi also stood there, smiling without saying a word, staring at him fiercely.

It seems to be saying, little Tai Sui, tell you to run, run to the emperor!

We can't cure you, someone can!

Looking at Xu's eyes, Zhu Youxiao suddenly understood, and asked tentatively, "Is it Ran'er?"

"Except for this little ancestor, who else can have this ability, and make the Maoqin Palace fly like a dog!" When Xu mentioned this, he got angry.

Thinking about it, since the eldest son of the emperor came out of the cabinet, he, the father, has been busy with state affairs, so it seems that he hasn't done much.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao felt ashamed, soothed his expression, and asked, "What trouble did Ran'er make in the harem?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, when this little ancestor was studying in the Maoqin Hall, somehow he hid a cricket, which made the master collapse three feet high in fright."

"Also ask my husband and us to help him find crickets, otherwise we will make him look good..." Mrs. Xu said respectfully, but when she looked at Zhu Ciran, she didn't have a good look.

Zhu Youxiao was dumbfounded, turned his head with a solemn expression, and said:

"Is there such a thing?"

Zhu Ciran stuck out his tongue, "Father... learning to write is too boring, Mr. that's boring, can I go out and play?"

Zhu Youxiao had no choice but to stare at him closely, noticing that the boy's expression was not right, and deliberately hid his left hand, staring at him and saying:

"take it out."

Zhu Ciran was startled, frowned and replied: "What are you taking out?"

Zhu Youxiao pointed to the hand hidden behind him, "Pretending to be innocent? What are you hiding in your hand, probably the cricket?"

"How did the father find out..." Zhu Ciran obediently spread out his hands, but at this time, the cricket had already been suffocated to death.

"Ah, I'm dead!" Seeing the limp cricket, Zhu Ciran burst into a commotion, blushing and yelling at Mrs. Xu and the eunuchs:

"Master's cricket, you return my master's cricket!"

The emperor's eldest son's stern reprimand, in the eyes of Xu's palace officials, was actually no different from a child's mischief.

But after all, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority. The eldest son of the emperor was still in front of them. They still looked panic-stricken and quickly knelt down.

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, he thought to himself that this is okay, he is so domineering at such a young age, in front of my eyes, he even called out the title "Xiao Ye".

Young master, that's what I said when I went out to pretend to be coercive. How can you learn from me at a young age? Why do you want to learn this?

If you don't strictly discipline, how can you get it in the future?

If there is another Zhu Qizhen, I'm fine, Da Ming can't stand it...

Immediately, Zhu Youxiao's expression turned cold, and he suddenly got up and knocked the cricket into the soil of the garden, stepped into the soil, and said:

"If you don't learn well at a young age, what are you playing with crickets?"

"Go back and find my husband, I will check your homework tonight, if my husband tells me that you haven't finished, let's see how I will deal with you!"

"Not only tonight, but tomorrow night, I will also check my homework. If I can't finish it on time, I will catch all the crickets in the Imperial Garden and trample them to death!"

After all, Zhu Ciran was still young, Zhu Youxiao pretended to be strict, it was not a joke, and he was immediately overwhelmed.

Standing there for a while, looking at Zhu Youxiao's frightening appearance, Zhu Ciran burst into tears and ran to Kunning Palace.

Obviously, this is to complain to his mother, Zhang Yan.

This scene amused the eunuchs and Mrs. Xu even more.

Zhu Youxiao saw that his son was scared to cry by him, and he was thinking at the time, is he pretending too much?

Originally, I was busy with government affairs, so I didn't have any good relationship with Zhu Ciran. After today's incident, I'm afraid it turned into hatred.

But after thinking about it, Zhu Youxiao also felt that this should be done.

Children just can't be used to it, especially my own son, who is not the child of ordinary people, and the entire Daming country will be handed over to him in the future.

If he is spoiled like Zhu Qizhen, if he goes west by himself in the future, it will be hard to say how Daming will go.

Hate it, hate it, take care of it or take care of it.

Chapter 600 What is a villain?

Zhu Ciran ran back to Kunning Palace and cried to Zhang Yan.

Seeing the child crying and running in, the latter was startled at first, and quickly knelt down to tidy up his scattered clothes, looking at Zhu Ciran with a sulky face, but couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Yan knew in her heart that the emperor might be too strict in disciplining the children, but he wanted to do it for his own good, so he didn't say anything about making decisions for him, and it was justified.

After all, Zhu Ciran was young, so when this anger passed, nothing happened.

It was the panting gentleman who came to Kunning Palace with a few attendants at this moment, and took away the playful little prince.

At dusk, Zhu Ciran's desk was covered with a large knife of paper.

In one afternoon, I practiced [-] characters. Even my husband kept nodding his head when he read it, wondering why this little ancestor is so honest today.

At Zhu Youxiao's request, the inner court changed the old practice of teaching the prince's ancestors, and formulated an education plan according to the prince's age group.

The gentleman invited here is a great calligrapher, mostly good at Yan style, so he specializes in calligraphy. As for the content of daily copying, it is nothing more than famous posts such as "Yan Qinli Stele".

Although Zhu Ciran practiced for an entire afternoon, he only got a taste of it, he was familiar with its shape, familiar with its sound, but he didn't know its meaning.

He looked out of the house along the eaves of the window, licked the ink with his brush, his thoughts had already flown outside the house, and the remaining twenty or so characters had also turned into cursive script, wishing he could write it in one go, just deal with it.

Since he was motivated to play, Zhu Ciran also had a crooked mind.

For the last twenty or so characters, if he could write the character "big", he would not be able to write the side characters. If he copied more "one" characters, he would definitely not follow the "two" characters.

After a while, a large sheet was filled.

After finishing writing, Zhu Ciran lowered his eyes and saw that even he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. This last post was full of "big" and "one" and it was too fake.

So, he picked up the brush again, and added a few seemingly complicated characters in it.

When the work was done, Zhu Ciran took the copybook and looked it up and down, feeling that it was in order, and then handed it to the husband with confidence.

The husband was startled half of his life by the cricket disturbance at noon, and he was also very tired at this time, so he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and let him go.

After fooling around with homework, Zhu Ciran didn't even bother to clean up his pen and ink, and jumped off the stool to run out to play.

I didn't want to bump into Zhu Youxiao who had just returned from Xinuange just after arriving at the door.

"So anxious, where are you going?"

Zhu Ciran raised his head in a daze, and when he saw the face of his own emperor's father, he subconsciously put his hands behind his back, frightened and flattered:

"No, not going anywhere..."

Zhu Youxiao looked down at the youngest son and saw that the boy's face was stained with a lot of ink. He not only frowned, but opened his mouth and said:

"How about your homework in the afternoon, let me see."

Just now he thought that he would be foolproof in front of his husband, but in the blink of an eye, he became an ironclad proof that the emperor's father punished him.

Zhu Ciran didn't expect this little trick to escape the eyes of the emperor's father, secretly recalling the scribbled strokes, the more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Before he could react, Zhu Youxiao went straight to the table, picked up his copybook and flipped through it.

Zhu Ciran peeked fearfully, seeing the emperor's father's complexion getting more and more serious, and his heart fell into the ice cave together.

After reading the copybook, Zhu Youxiao let out a long sigh, sat upright on the chair, and told the eunuch next to him:

"Bring a ruler."