The Way of the Consort

Ji Zhao came to Ji's mansion at an untimely time.

The old man was in the academy, and the cheap father had gone somewhere, and he was not at home. The steward sent him to Mrs. Lin's yard, and he saw several concubines of the cheap father, including Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was like the eldest lady, when she saw him, she was so frightened that she grabbed the handkerchief and stepped back a few steps, almost knocking over the teacup on the table.

Because of this movement, Ji Zhao took a look at her and recognized her as Xiao Wu.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale. Ji Zhao didn't know what to do. Was he going to kill someone?

Mrs. Lin frowned first: "What do you look like! How dare you be so rude in front of your son-in-law!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Wu shed tears and was about to kneel. Mrs. Lin waved her hand impatiently: "Everyone go down! Mrs. Wu goes to the Buddha Hall to kneel for an hour!"

The concubines secretly glanced at Ji Zhao, and then gloated at Xiao Wu, and retreated one after another, and Xiao Wu also left sobbing.

Mrs. Lin looked at Ji Zhao and said, "Please sit down, son-in-law. Yesterday, Mama Wei came back to talk to me, because it was too late, and it was too late for me to go out again. I wanted to go there in person today, but my son-in-law came first. "

Ji Zhao had never been alone with Mrs. Lin, and he had absolutely no feelings for Mrs. Lin, and he didn't need to have any feelings.

Mrs. Lin was actually very beautiful, otherwise the cheap father probably wouldn't have liked her, but Mrs. Lin's appearance, in modern times, is like that of the cold and beautiful Yujie, which doesn't mean sweet at all, and she is also tall, Ji Zhao reckons I'm afraid it's at least 1.7 meters.Mrs. Lin spoke bluntly, without intentionally flattering or getting close to her, but Ji Zhao felt quite comfortable listening to her.

Ji Zhao took the opportunity to sit down, and said with a smile, "I was in a hurry yesterday and lost my manners, Madam, don't blame me."

"Your son-in-law is polite..." Mrs. Lin said without delay, "It's just that I heard from Mama Wei that the Hou's mansion repaired the front yard. Why should the son-in-law rush to move there? Jiashutang was originally your yard and was not born yet. At that time, the old lady built it for you personally, the concubine might as well stay in the mansion for a few more days, if there is something in the courtyard that we don’t like, let’s change it immediately, or it’s not too late to move there after everything is repaired there?”

Ji Zhao likes happy people, so he also said, "Thank you Ma'am, I thought so too. It's just that His Majesty personally rewarded the Hou Mansion, and since I can live in it, it's cheaper for me to move there earlier."

Madam Lin naturally understood what was said on the scene, knowing that he simply didn't want to live in Ji's Mansion, she could understand.

Mrs. Lin didn't try to persuade her any further, she thought for a moment, and then said: "Well, this is the first time for the son-in-law to build a mansion. His Majesty personally gifted it, and the palace will definitely arrange it properly, but we as family members are always a little worried. I have prepared it for the son-in-law. There are a lot of things, I hope the son-in-law will not dislike them, and bring them back together later."

Ji Zhao didn't refuse, but thanked a few times, anyway, he will return in the future.

Ji Zhao also said politely: "After the Hou's mansion is repaired, please invite grandfather, father, wife, brothers and sisters to the mansion for a gathering."

"We'll just wait." Mrs. Lin finally smiled.

There was nothing to say, Madam Lin served tea happily, and Ji Zhao also got up happily, said goodbye and left.

Unexpectedly, before Ji Zhao left Mrs. Lin's yard, he saw a few strong men coming in around Ji Chongyuan. Ji Chongyuan walked crookedly and struggled: "Let me go! Be bold! My master cut you off! Let go!" Me! You—" He looked up and saw Ji Zhao, and he froze in place.

Ji Zhao saw that his face was flushed, and there was another smell of alcohol. Was he drunk?

"Ji Zhao!" Ji Chongyuan shouted his name.

Ji Zhao didn't bother to argue with him at all, and now he was drunk, and he didn't even want to say anything.Ji Zhao nodded to him, and walked away. Ji Chongyuan was drunk and wanted to rush towards him, but was caught by the strong men, who greeted Ji Zhao.

Ji Zhao smiled and walked straight away. Just after leaving the gate of the yard, he heard Ji Chongyuan howling in the room: "Mother! I don't have it! It hurts! Ah—mother—"

For the rest, Ji Zhao didn't listen too much.

He went back to Jiashutang again to see if something important had been left behind.

He wanted to take away a few peonies and orchids under the window. He heard that they were all excellent seedlings, and they would bloom well next spring. He watched someone digging for him, and Dust Xing gloated over and whispered in his ear: "Lang Jun, Mrs. Lin slapped Ji Chongyuan on the palm of his hand, and punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall! Mrs. Lin also said that he is not allowed to give him food, and he will starve him for a day!"

"Why?"

"It seems that Ji Chongyuan was drinking outside and didn't return at night. He was caught straight, haha!"

Ji Zhao thought for a while, then asked, "How old is Ji Chongyuan now?"

"twelve?"

Ji Zhao is speechless, no wonder he has to be punished to kneel, even if the ancient people knew him early, Ji Chongyuan inherited his mother and grew tall, but he is just a 12-year-old kid, what is wrong with learning, imitating others to drink blindly .

After the peonies and orchids were dug, Ji Zhao took the people away together.

Ji Chongjin rushed back from the academy in a hurry, and as soon as he got off the carriage, his servant stepped forward, bowed his head and said: "Mr. Sanlang, he has already left..."

"what……"

Ji Chongjin showed regret, "Didn't catch up after all."

"Lang Jun, if you want to see him, go to Pingyang Hou Mansion in the future."

Ji Chongjin smiled wryly. He felt that Ji Zhao didn't want to see him. It was hard to see him in the mansion. How could he see him when he was out of the mansion?

"Forget it, oh..."

"Is Lang Jun still going to the academy?"

"Now that I'm back, I won't go. There are newly bought books in the car. Please help me to carry them down together. Be careful, don't damage them."

"Yes……"

Ji Chongjin was watching people carrying books, and a servant suddenly rushed out, knelt down and hugged Ji Chongjin's leg and cried: "Mr. Da Lang, you are back! Hurry up and save us, Mr. Lang!"

Ji Chongjin took a closer look and saw that this was the servant next to Ji Chongyuan. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What trouble did the fourth brother cause?"

"Lang Jun, he..." The servant cried until tears and snot came out of his nose. After explaining the reason, Ji Chongjin sighed and followed him into Mrs. Lin's yard.

Ji Zhao met Fanta who came back on the way, and Fanta smiled and said, "My son-in-law, the princess said she knows, and the gift son-in-law just keeps it!"

Now that Princess Fuchen knew about it, Ji Zhao had no more thoughts.

Now he is relaxed again, the Hou Mansion has not been completed yet, and there is nothing to see in the scenery.After thinking about it, Ji Zhao didn't go back to Hou's Mansion, he took Chen Xing and the others to Qinhuai River.The Qinhuai River is beautiful at night, with countless painted boats and flower girls.But he didn't go to Qinhuai River to see the painted boats and flower girls.

Ji Zhao was ill for a long time in his previous life, and he didn't get enlightened until his death, and he didn't have a basic physiological reaction.

This life began at the age of 16. Although he is married, he still has the thinking of modern people, and he feels that he is very small, and he has no charming thoughts in this regard.

He thought of the miscellaneous books he read a few days ago saying that there was a loquat alley near the Qinhuai River, where he could find many interesting gadgets and books.The famous study rooms in the city mostly sell history books and imperial examination books, and at most print a few books suitable for all ages.

As the name of Loquat Alley suggests, there are many loquat trees planted in the alley. Since it is already autumn, the leaves are almost fallen, but just by looking at the branches stretching, you can know the luxuriance in summer.Ji Zhao stood at the entrance of the alley, admired it for a while, and then led people in.

Business people in Loquat Alley have all kinds of temperaments, weird old men, beautiful women, and old beggars who hold a broken bowl and throw copper coins to tell fortunes.No one knew that he was a son-in-law, but the conversation was very interesting. Ji Zhao even bargained, which was very funny.The old beggar even followed Ji Zhao, trying to tell his fortune to him, saying that he was a nobleman, and finally got rid of the old beggar.

Ji Zhao picked out some interesting things, including silk flowers for the princess, and a seismograph for himself to play with. Mother Wei, Yin Ming, Chen Xing, and the four sons of the drinks all had a share.

Chen Xing excitedly pointed forward: "Lang Jun Lang Jun! That bookstore looks interesting!"

"Okay, let's go and have a look!" Ji Zhao said as he was about to step forward.

"Attachment—Mr. Saburo."

When Ji Zhao heard someone calling him, he turned his head immediately. The person in front of him looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The other party bowed to him: "Mr. Sanlang, we met at Bailu Academy that day, the fifth son of Prince Zheng's Mansion..."

Ji Zhao remembered, it was the guard!

Ji Zhao remembered that he even gave him a hand, he was very nice, so Ji Zhao smiled: "I remember..."

The other party also smiled: "My honor..." Without waiting for Ji Zhao to speak again, he asked again, "Did Mr. Sanlang come here to look for good things?"

"Yeah, you're here to shop too?"

"I'll help Fifth Young Master come here to find some interesting books."

As soon as the Fifth Young Master gave him a gift, Ji Zhao asked with great interest, "Then do you know where the books are interesting?"

"What kind of book does Saburo want to read?"

"Miscellaneous books, travel notes and the like."

The other party smiled again: "Then I really know, does Mr. Saburo know Xiaoyaozi?"

"Xiaoyaozi?" Ji Zhao shook his head, "I don't know, who is he?"

"He is famous for his travel notes."

"I haven't read..."

"Because he has no fame, has a dissolute personality, indulges in mountains and rivers, and his travel notes are not elegant. Larger studies are not allowed to be sold, and only small workshops dare to help print dozens of volumes. It is fine to circulate privately. Mr. Sanlang has a high status. , the people below would not dare to show Lord San Lang to read such a book."

Ji Zhao understands that in this era, "traveling" is an extremely luxurious thing. There are indeed many businessmen and soldiers traveling back and forth, and they have been to many places. Time to write a travelogue?Most of the travel notes come from officials. Many officials will record the customs and customs along the way.

However, officials and literati are very popular, and writing a travel note has to be held, just like writing an imperial examination or official document, it seems that it always feels a little less.

This is also the reason why Ji Zhao came to look for travel notes today. He wanted to read some real words that were close to the lives of the people and this era.

Immediately, Ji Zhao excitedly ran away following the five young master's guards.

The guard really knew, he led him to a study at the end of the alley, announced Xiaoyaozi's name, and the shopkeeper brought a stack of books.Ji Zhao opened the page and was attracted after reading a page.

This is the real travel journal. He will record the weather, even a steamed bun he ate, and a dog he met, as long as he finds it interesting, he will write it down.Ji Zhao could even imagine what kind of person it was to write these words with a smile on his face.

Ji Zhao bought the stack of books, and he didn't think of the Fifth Young Master until Chen Xing settled the accounts.

He looked at the guard, feeling a little heartbroken, so he had no choice but to say, "Fifth Young Master and I are half of each other." As he spoke, he stared at the stack of books, his eyes full of reluctance.

The guard laughed out loud, and Ji Zhao looked at him wonderingly.

The guard said: "Our fifth son doesn't like travel notes, Mr. Sanlang should take them all back."

Ji Zhao found it again, and immediately hugged the book tightly happily, and said with a smile: "Then I will not be polite!"

Zong Mi watched Ji Zhao and his party leave, and stood under the loquat tree, his smile still did not fade.

The carriage drove away for a while, but backed away again. He stepped forward. Ji Zhao lifted the curtain, handed him a box of crispy peanut candies through the window, and said with a smile, "I'll eat it for you! Thank you for taking me to buy books today!" If you five sons still come to my mansion, you come too!"

Zong Mi hugged the box of peanut brittle candies and saw their carriage disappear.

He smiled and shook his head, thinking, the prince really dotes on Fu Chen's younger sister, so that he can find such a perfect husband for Fu Chen in terms of mind, appearance, and family background.No wonder Fuchen didn't get married until he was eighteen, even if Ji Zhao was two years younger than her, it was true, such a good young gentleman, if you miss it, where can you find him.

The prince has always been kind and kind, I hope the prince can spare them this time for the sake of Fu Chen and his son-in-law.

This is also the purpose of his "chance encounter" with Ji Zhao today, the prince must have sent someone to keep an eye on their brothers.

No one knows what will happen in the future, but at this moment, Zong Zhen is still the prince, he is just the son of Prince Zheng.

In the study room of the East Palace, Zong Zhen was sitting behind the desk, looking at the memorial.

Before his death, he had succeeded to the throne for a few years, and thought he was a good emperor, but only after his death did he realize that neither he nor his father were qualified emperors, even extremely unqualified.They rarely go to court, and most of the government affairs are handed over to a few prime ministers. Although there are other supervisory departments to supervise each other, this is tantamount to completely decentralizing the imperial power. In the long run, it is a natural result that the emperor has no deterrent effect .

Furthermore, the emperor himself doesn't care about his own people, so how can he expect those officials?There are always people who are dereliction of duty, what if these people are colluding?

Zong Zhen's health is not yet well, he didn't go to the court, and he didn't formally appear in front of the officials. He was not in a hurry to go to the court, but he took the initiative to ask for the memorial.

Father is not in love with imperial power, they are father and son, so they won't be wary of him, and advise him to watch less, rest more, and stop watching if he doesn't like it.In the past, he really didn't like to watch, and he almost didn't.Once reborn, he only wants to be responsible to himself, to his father, to the Zong clan, and to the world.

Only now did he understand the importance of imperial power, and he loved watching it.

Zong Zhen read a memorial and wrote a reply.

Open another book, the whole story is full of flattery, it is Zhou Yu, the magistrate of Meizhou, the uncle of his Liangdi Zhou, and the younger brother of the Empress Dowager's natal family.

Zong Zhen sneered, this is something that has no ability at all. In his previous life, an epidemic broke out in Meizhou, Zhou Yu dragged it and never reported it, and more than 1 people died.His heart was soft, Zhou cried and begged several times, but in the end Zhou Yu was spared his life, not even his fame.

Zong Zhen closed the memorial and threw it aside, so he should get out of here earlier in this life!

Bao Qing stood by and waited, not daring to raise his head to look more, just hearing that His Royal Highness's memorial was thrown away one by one, looking very upset.

Strange to say, a few days before the princess's wedding, His Royal Highness was worried about the Princess' affairs, and suffered a serious illness. After the Princess got married successfully, their Highness's health gradually improved, but his temperament changed.

He could understand it, especially when His Highness talked about the affairs in Beijing. If His Highness didn't cheer up, how would he deal with those ghosts and monsters?

Bao Qing felt that the prince should have such a dignified manner, but occasionally he felt sorry for their highness, and he still missed the cold highness in the past, but the most soft-hearted highness, who was not willing to trample an ant to death.

Perhaps this is the price of the king's growth.

Baoqing felt emotional, Cheng Shen came in, and said outside the screen: "Your Highness, the little one is back."

Zong Zhen then put down the memorial: "Come in..."

Cheng Shen came in and put a scrolled scroll in front of Zongzhen.

"this one?"

"Yes……"

Zong Zhen didn't open it immediately, but asked, "What else did Ji Zhao do today?"

"Uh……"

"Say……"

"The son-in-law went to Ji's Mansion, and after returning, he went to Pipa Lane, where he met Prince Zheng's son..." Cheng Shen explained the matter in detail.

Zong Zhen sneered directly, these two people are very nice, knowing that he knows, there is no cover up at all?It's only been a few days, and we met for the second time?It took more than an hour to see each other?Are you really treating him as a blind fool?

good very good.

He was curious, what were they talking about for more than a hour?Talking about how to kill Zong Zhen earlier?

Bao Qing and Cheng Shen were laughed at by their Highness, that waist kept bending down, and bent a little more, wishing they could simply disappear into the ground.Cheng Shen originally wanted to say that the son-in-law gave the son a box of crisp candy, but he dared not say it now.

With a sneer, Zong Zhen tore off the blue silk ribbon on the scroll and spread it out.

Under the candlelight, Ji Zhao's seal was as bright red as blood on the white scroll, but Zong Zhen frowned as he looked at the portrait on the painting.