[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

The cold wind was blowing at the gate of the city, Zhao Mingyu wrapped his head out of the carriage wrapped into a ball, and was startled when he saw a group of shivering old men in official uniforms.

He is just moving, there is no need for such a big scene, he should work and go to work, don't care about him, a good-for-nothing prince who doesn't understand anything, just treat him as a transparent person.

The magistrate with his lips turned purple from the cold was terrified, how dare he treat the young prince as a transparent person, if he accidentally leaked any serious news, the entire Jiangnan officialdom would be shaken.

But dare not ignore the people from the capital, and be careful when sailing for thousands of years. In their position, you can only be more careful.

Zhao Mingyu looked suspiciously at the officials who blocked the front and refused to leave, not knowing what was going on, "Yuanbao, this is to see that we are newcomers, come here together and give us a big blow?"

"Probably so." The chubby servant replied hesitantly. He didn't know anything about official affairs. As the little master's personal servant, all he had to worry about was how to serve the little master well, and other things were none of his business. within the scope of thinking.

The little prince squinted his eyes, ignored the word "probably", and firmly believed that his guess was correct.

What age is this, why are you still playing this game, uncles, look at the forbidden army behind the young master, and they are still showing off, can you scare the young master?

Those who respect others, people will always respect them, and those who do not respect others, they should use their own ways to deal with their own bodies. These wise adages must be carried forward.

Zhao Mingyu put the stove in the carriage, took off the thick cloak that was wrapped outside to reveal the prince's clothes inside, opened the curtain and went out and said expressionlessly, "My lords are staying here, are you finished with the affairs of the yamen?"

The magistrate raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but felt relieved, and said that the king of Changle could not be an idler, and it was normal for him to start making troubles when he first arrived.

The new officials took office three fires. As the master of the fiefdom, the king of Changle must show his authority to these officials when they first met.

No matter what ideas they have in their hearts, on the surface, they must not let this ancestor notice the abnormality. The Jiangnan officialdom affects the whole body. The big guys have supported each other for so many years, regardless of who the master behind it is. If you are on the border, you have to abide by their Jiangnan rules.

Whether King Changle is deep in his thoughts or trying to break the situation, it has nothing to do with these small fish and shrimps. As long as the people behind them do not fall, this pool of water will never be turbulent.

The cold-faced little prince looks like the emperor who is far away in the capital. Officials of sufficient grade will be summoned by the emperor when they return to Beijing to report on their duties. Get out of the way.

The emperor sent his own younger brother to clean up the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River. Judging by King Changle's reaction, is the first step going to take their Suzhou mansion?

Zhao Mingyu looked coldly at the officials returning to the city with their heads down, frowning and shaking their hands back to the carriage, the frightening aura disappeared in an instant, and after revealing his true face, he was still that silly little prince.

It's cool to be handsome for a while, and it's not worth your life to freeze to death.

Zhao Mingyu was wrapped in a cloak and hugged the hand stove, and he recovered after warming for a while, "Yuanbao, do you think they have some kind of illness, and they are so nice that they don't want to move when they go back, so they have to swear a few words?"

He couldn't figure it out, it could be said that it was a special case for one person to rush to scold, but there are so many officials in Suzhou Mansion, all of them are rushing to scold, isn't Suzhou Mansion a bit evil?

Yuan Bao handed over a cup of hot tea, knowing that their little master didn't intend to hear a response from him, so he let him talk to himself. This kind of thing has to be discussed after the gold ingots and silver tickets come back. He is stupid. Not suitable for pondering such complicated things.

The emperor asked him to follow his master and stay with him as the chief steward after a few years of experience. Is this a bit difficult for others? No one in the palace would embarrass him, but not necessarily in Suzhou. I don’t know who the current steward is in the palace. The emperor himself Picked out, it shouldn't be bad.

The palace is located in the east of Suzhou City, covering a very large area. At the beginning, the person who supervised the construction of the palace was selected by the emperor himself. All the wood, brick and stone passed through the Ministry of Industry, leaving no room for Suzhou local officials to intervene.

If local officials are allowed to supervise the construction, the Changle Palace may be even larger than it is now. Not only the area, but also the buildings and furnishings inside are estimated to be out of specification. The emperor is far away, the owner of the palace is still the emperor's younger brother, and he must turn a blind eye when seeing objects that violate the regulations.

They are also kind-hearted, they just want King Changle to live comfortably in the fief. No matter how magnificent the palace is, it can’t compare with the palace. King Changle has lived in the palace for more than ten years. good?

In this way, the house must be built as well as possible.

The emperor was on guard against them playing this game at the beginning, so he didn't let others intervene from the site selection to the start of construction. He prepared the palace for his precious brother himself. Even if it didn't exceed the specifications, it must be beautiful and comfortable for him to live in.

Zhao Mingyu looked at the endless palace, rubbed his stiff face, walked into the gate with heavy steps, and then said earnestly to Jin Yuanbao who was walking behind, "Yuanbao, I'll give you two days to put Write down the road in the palace, can you do it?"

Jin Yuanbao scratched his head, "Master, it only takes two days to walk around the mansion. Don't worry, I have a good memory and I won't lose my way."

The little prince clutched his chest, feeling that he had been hit ten thousand points.

His memory is not bad, and he should get lost in the palace, and it has nothing to do with whether his memory is good or not.

The prince's mansion cannot have private soldiers, and can only recruit guards based on their titles. Changle Palace is currently the highest-standard palace in the Song Dynasty, and the number of guards cannot exceed five hundred. Of course, Zhao Mingyu does not need to worry about recruiting manpower. Half of the imperial guards who came were the bodyguards that his brother told him to stay to protect the safety of the palace, and the remaining half had to return to the capital after two days of recuperation outside the city.

All the furnishings in the palace are new, they look exquisite, but they are actually not comfortable to live in. Even though there are more guards in the palace, Zhao Mingyu still feels that he lacks popularity.

Although he slept by himself when he was in the palace, he knew that his brother lived not far away, and he could go to torment his brother when he had nightmares at night. It's so big here, he can't harass gold ingots and silver tickets in the middle of the night, right? ?

The little prince tossed and turned on the big bed in the bedroom and had a headache for two nights. He couldn’t fall asleep after counting sheep and numbers. Early on the third day, the little prince got up from the bed with heavy dark circles under his eyes. Wrapped in a cloak like a wandering soul, without even a coat and outer robe, he hugged the pillow and went to Huamanlou's small building.

If he can't sleep anymore, he will die suddenly!

He found out that he didn't recognize the bed or the house, he simply recognized people when he slept.

There is no need for anyone to sleep in the same bed with him, as long as he knows that there is someone next to him. Such a simple request for a garbage palace is impossible. What is the use of such a big house?

Angry!

In the early morning, Hua Manlou went out as usual, but just as he opened the door, he found someone standing at the door. The gentle young man who couldn't see frowned, and said in disbelief, "Ming Yu?"

"It's me..." Zhao Mingyu replied without energy. The young man hugged the pillow and looked at Huamanlou. He really wanted to let this person see how heavy his dark circles were. After remembering that Huamanlou couldn't see it, he could only work hard. Describe your misery in words.

It was cold outside, so Huamanlou hurriedly asked people to enter the small building to warm up. Fortunately, he couldn't see that the little ancestor was only wearing an inner jacket under the cloak, otherwise he didn't know how frightened he would be.

Have you seen the prince who couldn't sleep after moving to a new house and had to run out to ask for help?There it is.

Fortunately, there are acquaintances here, if there are no acquaintances, wouldn't he have to endure until he adapts to the environment of the palace?

It's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible, thanks to the great brother who built the palace in Suzhou City, thanks to the outstanding people in Suzhou who gave birth to a flower mansion, and thanks to the gods, Buddhas, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, and Goddess Guanyin Bodhisattva, saving a life is better than creating a seven-level Futu, there is no way to repay the grace of life, so let's repay it in the next life.

The little prince wrapped up his cloak pitifully, and after laying the groundwork for a long time, he finally expressed his intention, "So, can you lend me your guest room for two days? I'm really sleepy QAQ~"

Hua Manlou couldn't laugh or cry and took him to the guest room. Fortunately, he had always prepared extra clean bedding here. Otherwise, the little ancestor would have come directly to the door without even saying hello. Is it not to your liking? Why can't I sleep well?"

"The palace is too deserted, it doesn't suit my temperament." Zhao Mingyu hugged the pillow and yawned. He lived in this room in the small building when he came to Suzhou last time. He knew where the bedding was placed without spending a lot of time on the building.

The bed was not very tidy, but for the little prince, as long as he could sleep, he didn't care if he was tidy or not. He greeted Hua Manlou, threw down the cloak and put down the pillow, wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled to the corner.

"Ming Yu?" Hua Manlou lowered his voice, and after waiting for a while, he only waited for the little ancestor's breathing on the bed to gradually stabilize, knowing that he really hadn't rested well in the palace, so he shook his head and left the room lightly.

Forget it, when he woke up and made the bed again, the little ancestor ran to him, and he had to ask someone to go to the palace to say something. After all, there are so many people guarding the palace, how did the little ancestor run out alone?

Hua Manlou was a little worried. He knew that the little ancestor had arrived at the Suzhou palace two days ago. He had a lot of things to do when he first arrived. There will be time to think about him.

But now it seems that his life in the palace is not good.

When Hua Manlou went downstairs again, he realized that there were a few more people at the door, and realized that Zhao Mingyu hadn't just quietly escaped from the palace, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the small building, gold ingots and silver tickets and gold ingots holding clothes stood cramped in a row. After struggling for a long time, they couldn't figure out how to explain it to Huamanlou.

This kind of situation has never happened to their little master before. Who knew that the little ancestor who can sleep peacefully in the carriage will not be able to sleep after arriving at the palace?

"It's okay, Xiaolou is very safe, let him rest here for two days before going back, he will just get used to it." Hua Manlou said in a good-tempered manner, insomnia is a big problem, and after a long time, he might even wear down his body. The little ancestor is young, so he can't break his body because of this.

"Hua Man Lou, do you have a guest today?" Lu Xiaofeng came in from the outside early, and heard the people before they arrived. After stepping over the threshold, he met the eyes of the four people, and almost fell off his feet when he slipped, "What's the matter?" What's the matter? What happened?"

Shouldn't the little ancestor be in the palace right now?Why are gold ingots, silver tickets, and this handsome brother Yuan Bao here?

Hua Manlou pondered for a moment, and suddenly had a better idea, "If Ming Yu agrees, we can let Lu Xiaofeng stay with him in the palace for a while."

Lu Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide in horror, "No, Hua Man Lou, what are you talking about?"

He is only in his 20s and really doesn't want to die young, what did he do wrong, why let him live in such a dangerous place?

"Ming Yu has just arrived at the palace, and the children are afraid that they won't be able to sleep well in the new environment, so they can't sleep every night." Hua Manlou "looked" at Lu Xiaofeng melancholy, his depressed expression made people subconsciously tense, "It's just that my eyes are not convenient. , if it is convenient, it is not impossible for me to accompany him for a few days."

"My little ancestor is still afraid of strangers? Can't tell!" Lu Daxia felt the call of his mission, and his willingness to help others came to life instantly. "Don't worry, leave this matter to me. Lu Daxia likes to help people solve problems the most."