Lord, I will write novels to support you

The queen mother turned a cold face and glanced at the emperor, "Emperor! Don't yell at him! It's rare for Xiang'er to go back to the palace, and you will scare him away again!" She waved her hand at Zhu Wenzhen with a smile, "If Xiang'er doesn't want to sit here, then don't Sit down, go down and find a seat you like." He looked at the prince again, "Ze'er, come and sit with your sister Mu?"

The prince saluted respectfully, "Yes."

Zhu Wenzhen thanked the emperor's grandmother, glanced at the emperor quietly, and turned silently to the seat at the bottom corner.

Seeing a false alarm, everyone started talking and laughing again.

The emperor looked at the eldest son's back, and shook his head helplessly: "Mother, Mr. Xiang, this stinky brat was spoiled by you and his mother, and now you still want to let him mess around like this."

The queen mother shook her head: "It's just a seat, he can sit wherever he likes, the emperor shouldn't make a big fuss about it."

Although the emperor was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to quarrel with the queen mother, so he had to give up, thinking that he would deal with his son later.

Before Zhu Wenzhen could sit still, Zhang Ling, the son of the Marquis of Ding'an, came over and said, "Mr. Xiang, where have you been these days? I went to the palace to look for you several times but I couldn't find you. I sent you a batch of actresses." You don't even want to go, did you hide Xiaojiaoniang in Zhuangzi and get stuck in Ruanrou?"

Zhu Wenzhen turned to look at him: "No. Don't push people towards me from now on. It's boring to watch a play. I don't like it anymore."

Zhang Ling wondered: "You didn't like to listen to operas before, why did you change your mind? What new fun did you find, tell me about it?"

Zhu Wenzhen will not share this with Zhang Ling, but he is the only one, and no one else can touch it or listen to it.

Zhang Ling waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, hey, I'll invite someone to listen to the music in Tianqingyuan in two days, will you go?"

"No." Zhu Wenzhen replied simply.

"It's really strange, why don't you go to listen to the music?"

Zhang Ling looked at Zhu Wenzhen suspiciously, seeing that the other party ignored him, thought of another topic, and said mysteriously: "Mr. Xiang, do you know that Qifeng Bookstore has a new set of novels?"

Mentioning this incident, Zhu Wenzhen immediately became alert, and opened a pair of almond eyes to look at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling thought, sure enough, he heard about it, so he didn't mince words with him, "Although the background of the year was covered up and many plots were deleted, some people heard that the novel was originally hand-copied behind your palace. It is sold in the form of a book, but who and what it is actually written about, do you know?"

Zhu Wenzhen narrowed his eyes, and his voice was very cold, "What are you doing?"

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhang Ling wondered, "You know? Did you also read the version peddled by the palace?"

Zhu Wenzhen didn't answer, but frowned and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Zhang Ling got closer again, and said in a low voice, "I made an appointment to go to Tianqingyuan. Apart from listening to the music, there is also a reading seminar, and we will discuss the handwritten books sold behind King Jing's Mansion."

"You, how dare you!" Zhu Wenzhen said angrily.

What was written in that article, he could see it, he could discuss it with Xiao Ke, but he absolutely didn’t want others to see it, sitting around openly for some reading seminars, and they were all people he knew, That's even worse.

"Withdraw that seminar to me! Don't hold it!"

Zhu Wenzhen put on the airs of a prince, but Zhang Ling played with him since he was a child, so he naturally didn't accept his tricks, "I don't withdraw, I have sent out all the posts, and there is no way to backtrack. If you feel dissatisfied, wait I invite you to go to Tianqingyuan and talk about it yourself."

"You..." Zhu Wenzhen was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Ling's nose but had no choice but to ask, "When is your banquet?"

"The sixteenth of this month," Zhang Ling saw that Zhu Wenzhen let go, and hurriedly said to death, "I will still be the same as before, ordering someone to pick you up outside the palace in advance, you just have to wait, don't worry about the rest."

Zhu Wenzhen reluctantly said hello.

Considering the Empress Dowager's physical problems, the birthday banquet didn't last very late, and everyone finally toasted and drank to wish the Empress Dowager a long life, and then they took their leave one after another and prepared to leave the palace.

Zhu Wenzhen originally sat in the outermost seat for the convenience of withdrawing, but now he shrank his head and prepared to blend in with the crowd and leave.

"Mr. Xiang, come here."

The emperor's thick voice sounded from the other end.

Zhu Wenzhen clenched his fists bitterly, and could only turn around and go back.

The emperor personally helped the queen mother get up and went to the side hall, Zhu Wenzhen followed all the way with her head down.

Zhu Wenqi followed Zhu Wenzhen, smiled slightly at his brother, and signaled him not to worry with his eyes.

That look made Zhu Wenzhen even more worried.

In the side hall, the emperor withdrew all the eunuchs and maids, only the empress dowager, the empress, the king of Zhenbei Zhu Changcun, Zhu Wenzhen and Zhu Wenqi, and Princess Mu.

The queen mother took Princess Mu's hand and asked her to sit on the couch beside her, and the queen stood beside the queen mother.

The emperor and King Zhenbei sat on the other side of the Taishi chair, with Zhu Wenzhen and Zhu Wenqi standing beside them.

The emperor looked at Zhu Wenzhen, "Your uncle is going back to the camp in the north tonight. You don't know what you are doing outside all day, and you can't go back to the palace even if you shout. Come here now and have a good chat with your uncle." Talk, do you hear me?"

Zhu Wenzhen obediently stepped forward and called "Uncle Emperor".

Zhu Changcun is three years younger than the emperor, but because he has been in the battlefield for many years, he has been bathed in wind, sand, frost and snow all year round, his skin is dark and rough, and his face is full of grooves, so he looks much older than the emperor in appearance.

But Zhu Changcun's spirit is very good, his eyes are as bright as a falcon, completely different from the emperor's eyes that seem to hide a bottomless lake.

His straight back when he was sitting also showed that he was not inferior to the emperor's aura. It was the aura of fearlessness of life and death that a veteran can only experience in fighting on the front line all year round.

Zhu Wenzhen respected his uncle very much in his heart.

It was he and his soldiers who fought bloody battles that brought peace to Chang'an in the capital.

But respect is one thing, but he can't do it if he wants to force Zhu Wenzhen to play with the emperor's uncle.

The two don't see each other all year round, and they don't know each other well at all, so what can they talk about?

Zhu Wenzhen has never been a flatterer. When he doesn't know what to say, he won't speak.

So only Zhu Changcun unilaterally asked him some lukewarm questions, such as whether he is used to living alone, what books he has read recently, and whether he is still practicing riding and archery.

Zhu Wenzhen answered mechanically, without any further explanation, and his perfunctory thoughts were all written on his face.

The emperor looked very dissatisfied, and drank him a few more words, but was stopped by the queen mother.

Seeing that it was getting late and the queen mother was not in good spirits, Zhu Changcun wanted to make a long story short and cut to the point, "Mu'er will stay with the queen mother for a while, she is not familiar with the personnel affairs in this palace, if Mr. Xiang has time, she can help her." Show her around, okay?"

When it came to Princess Mu, Zhu Wenzhen was stubborn again, "Why don't you let the prince or other princes take over, I don't live in this palace now, how can I take over?"

In the middle of Zhu Wenzhen's speech, the emperor interrupted him coldly: "Why are you talking to your uncle?"

Zhu Wenzhen only felt that this conversation is really tormenting now, and it is better to give him a good time than to cut his flesh with a blunt knife, so he said directly: "Father, uncle, I am not a child anymore, so there is no need to coax me like this. I also understand that the boy would like to thank the elders for their love."

"But I don't like Zhu Mu. If you want to marry him, find another prince."

Before Zhu Wenzhen finished speaking, the emperor threw the teacup towards him with a slap, the porcelain shattered to the ground, and the tea splashed half of Zhu Wenzhen's clothes.

Seeing the emperor's trembling hands, Zhu Wenzhen panicked and knelt down with a plop.