Palace Full of Delicacies

"Just like this, if you don't hand in the name card, I'm afraid you will be punished." Zhao's eyes were full of surprise, and he thought that people depend on clothes and horses.

Su Yu's skin is fair, and his facial features can't be said to be particularly outstanding, but they are put together just right. If it is more than one point, it will be too strong, and if it is one point less, it will appear weak.Normally covered by coarse clothes, he looked a bit disheveled, but now that he changed his clothes, he showed that pair of gentle eyebrows and eyes. If he had a handful of books in his hand, he would definitely be recognized as a Jiangnan talent.

"Being boarded?" Su Yu was taken aback, why did he still say that, but no one ever told him!

Mrs. Zhao nodded, with smiles in her eyes, "Aunt Tong was a famous beauty back then, you really look like her." Aunt Tong refers to Su Yu's biological mother, who passed away early, and this is Su Yu's mother. It was the first time Yu heard about her from his aunt. Before, he only knew that she was a Jiangnan woman from a good family.

"Is that so..." But Su Yu is not in the mood to listen to this right now. What he cares about is that he will be punished for failing to submit a name card!

Throughout the ages, dynasties have different requirements for drafts, and it all depends on the mood of the emperor.The folk customs of Da'an Dynasty were relatively open. Su Yu always thought that this place was similar to Song and Tang Dynasties, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Could it be that the emperor is Tang Xuanzong, and if there are beauties in his family who refuse to donate, they will be beheaded?

Su Yu found that every time he came to see his aunt, he would discover a new continent, either pleasantly surprised or frightened.

I went back and looked through the law. There is indeed a clear record in it that the children of honorable nobles must participate in the election, but there is no punishment for not participating.Su Yu was very distressed. It would be fine if he was fined with money and not allowed to marry, but if he had to be beaten and whipped, as a modern person who has never suffered, he really couldn't bear it.

Xianmantang is open all day, and sells snacks and tea when it is not a meal.The snacks are seafood barbecue, the tea is mainly sour plum soup and ginger candy drink, the varieties are simple, and they are all ready-made things, the shopkeeper and Su Yu are relatively free at this time.

The shopkeeper is actually Mr. Yuan, because Su Yu's business philosophy is too advanced, and Mr. Yuan is afraid that those old shopkeepers will not be able to accept it, so he simply takes over by himself first. In addition, King Zhao has not assigned him any new tasks recently, so he shows up on time every day. behind the counter.

Throwing a counselor who is almost qualified to be the prime minister into the restaurant as the shopkeeper, Su Yu always has a feeling of recklessness. Watching Mr. Yuan put the change rewarded by the guests into his sleeve with a smile on his face, his tooth hurts. Sure enough, no one is perfect. , Mr. Yuan actually has this strange habit of being a shopkeeper.

Taking advantage of the spare time, Su Yu invited Mr. Yuan to rest in the backyard and try his new dishes.

"What should I think?" Mr. Yuan laughed when he heard Su Yu's distress, "Master Su was right to ask me."

About the draft, Su Yu could only ask Mr. Yuan after much deliberation. The other people he knew were either not honorable, or younger than him, and they knew little about the rules of royal concubine selection.

"The rules for choosing a concubine were established during the reign of Taizu. The name post is to review the list for Zong Zhengsi. In the early years, there were not so many Xungui's children, so there was no need for name posts. Zong Zhengsi directly submitted the list. Now Xun There are many noble children, good and bad in appearance and character, Zongzhengsi does not have so many people, which makes each family take the initiative to submit famous invitations..." Mr. Yuan seems to understand everything, and he speaks clearly, detailing the process of royal concubine selection. I explained it once, and even implicitly analyzed all the political factors implied in it.

According to Mr. Yuan, because of the strange rules of the Daan royal family, most of the noble children are willing to participate in the general election. After all, once they are elected into the palace, the title of the family will be his. Those who are going to be released, if they are lucky enough to be sealed in the palace, they will be promoted to the title when they come out.Not to participate in the general election is to give up the opportunity to show face in front of the royal family, that is, to give up inheriting the title in disguise.

Generally speaking, every honorable woman of the right age will participate in the election, while the man is the family's preferred heir, usually one or two are enough, not everyone goes.

Therefore, Zong Zhengsi mostly reviewed the list based on the name post, and those who did not submit the name post would be ignored when there was no shortage of candidates.

Su Yu heaved a sigh of relief after filtering out those politics-related things that Mr. Yuan said. It seems that Mrs. Zhao was just joking.

"However..." Mr. Yuan seemed to suddenly think of something, and changed the topic, "If Zong Zhengsi suddenly became serious, and he didn't deliver the post that should have been delivered, he would be punished twenty times."

Su Yu: "..."

Back and forth, things are back to square one.

Back home, Su Yu searched for a while, but couldn't find his lost name card, and was very distressed.If I had known it earlier, I would have submitted the post. Anyway, I couldn’t get selected if I fooled around. It’s better than being found out and beaten up.

Da'an Imperial Palace, red pillars and dragons in the golden hall, carved beams and painted buildings.

On the throne of Kowloon, the young emperor of Da'an Dynasty, dressed in bright yellow gown, resting his forehead with one hand, absently listening to the performance of the ministers below.

"Reporting to the emperor, Zong Zhengsi has completed the review of the honorary children's name posts, and the Ministry of Household Affairs has also submitted the roster of the officials' children. The first round of the general election is scheduled for the third day of September." The official of the Ministry of Rites said holding two rosters.

The beautiful eyes that seemed to be closed but not closed opened slightly, paused for a moment, then said casually: "Show it up."

The roster of officials' children is obviously much thicker than that of Xungui's children. An Hongche frowned slightly, opened Xungui's book, glanced at it, then closed it, then looked at the other book, and clicked it with two fingers. Click on it without flipping through it.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

"Your Majesty, there have been no general elections in the palace for three years. The minister thought that concubines should be recruited to fill the harem this time, so he made the decision without authorization and allowed the children of officials below the third rank outside Beijing to be included in the register." The person standing at the top of the civil servants came out and said.

This person is the prime minister of the current dynasty, the crown prince Taifu Lu Maogong, and also the queen mother's cousin.

There are so many officials outside of Beijing that it would be a waste of money and people to let the children of these officials stand for election.Everyone understands this truth, but there is no one in the court to refute it.

An Hongche picked up the booklet and glanced at everyone in the hall.

All the civil servants lowered their heads and did not dare to say much. A few generals seemed a little angry but no one spoke.

"Pricking——" There was a crisp sound, which was extremely harsh in the hall where the needles could be heard, and the thick booklet was instantly torn to pieces.

"So many words, I can't understand it!" An Hongche said coldly, "What are you waiting for in September? There will be a general election on the third day of next month, and the new roster will be presented tomorrow." After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he got up and left go.

Silence, long silence.

The civil and military ministers were all stunned on the spot, and the prime minister was even more frozen in place.

"Are you all planning to have lunch here?" The person standing above the prime minister, that is, under the imperial steps, yawned. It was His Royal Highness King Zhao who had not yet woken up.

Only then did the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs come to his senses, and bowed to the empty throne and retreated.

"Brother Huang is not self-willed for a day or two, uncle should take more care of him." An Hongxi moved to Lu Maogong's side and said cheerfully.

Lu Maogong glanced at the chubby King Zhao with a smile on his face, "Your Majesty's words are serious, and the Holy One is dissatisfied with the minister's incomplete actions."

The general election will be held on the third day of next month, and the children of officials outside Beijing will not have time to enter Beijing.The Ministry of Rites had no choice but to rush to make a new roster overnight, Zong Zhengsi was also in a hurry to increase the number of candidates, so as not to have too few people in the general election.

The turmoil in the court affected Su Yu's peaceful life, and within a few days, Zong Zhengsi's list came down.

Su Yu was inviting King Zhao to taste new dishes in the backyard, when the only servant of the Su family stumbled in, "Second Young Master, the family asked you to go back quickly, Zong Zhengsi sent someone to the house to announce the list, and asked you to go back and announce it by name!"

"Boom!" The dish in Su Yu's hand fell to the ground, and he turned his head stiffly to look at An Hongxi, "My lord, can you find a way to make up the name card for me?"

"Ah?" King Zhao who was eating happily raised his head in a daze.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Brother: Why do you make up the name post?

Meow Gong: Hmph, it’s really not a shame to want to marry me so impatiently

Brother: Why do I think this is not the case (⊙_⊙)

Meow Gong: (silently presses his brother's tail) Really?

Brother: He must be impatient... QAQ