Chapter 108 The feeling of oppression from the people in the court

At this moment in Wang Qiong's house, Wang Qiong was still regretting: "That day you drank here first, and then you were still able to get away with it. Why should you hide your clumsiness like this? Your Majesty has high hopes, and you should not be imitating it today!"

"...This is the end of learning, how can we talk about showing off?" Wang Shouren replied helplessly, "I know the situation, how can I show my sharpness? With Jinxi Duke's pragmatism, is the purpose of today's debate not about learning? Your Majesty needs it.

It’s just a method, it’s just today’s debate itself. Although we won’t be able to debate at the sutra banquet next time, I don’t know how many more times we need to debate. You can’t fully demonstrate what you have learned the first time, right?”

Wang Qiong was stunned: "Don't His Majesty value your knowledge?"

Wang Shouren looked at him deeply, and he didn't know whether to say something or not: If the emperor really valued knowledge so much, how could he try every means to keep you, a capable and effective official who is guilty of the crime?

It was used as a tool to retain Yang Tinghe but make him less focused on staring at the emperor.

So this is not a real intellectual battle? This is just a court wrestling to prepare for the next step.

However, people in Neo-Confucianism must treat this as an intellectual dispute and try their best.

He is a target that no one can ignore.

That's okay, at least it will attract a lot of people's attention anyway.

As for the safety of my own target... Fortunately, I should be very strong now, and now I just need to sow seeds and hold my ground first.

The current king is really talented to come up with such a trick.

Wang Qiong said that it was not their idea to give the emperor, and the emperor had no urgency at all to get them to work together to accomplish anything quickly.

Just protect them first and let them perform their duties.

This is what Wang Shouren thought about, and the Qianqing Palace is very quiet today.

Zhu Houcong looked at the crescent moon in the sky in a daze.

I miss Lao Qin...but Lao Qin may not understand this either.

It's so professional. I'm still thinking about using their debates to try to understand their academic thoughts and then find ways to refine and improve them.

The results are touching.

Yang Ting and others felt that Zhu Houcong's idea of ​​Wang Shouren's lecture was very powerful, but they didn't know that the emperor was a little autistic and felt that he was still weak.

Otherwise, I don’t know what their expressions would be.

"...it's floating."

"Your Majesty, what's going on?" Huang Jin behind him suddenly stretched out his fat head and looked around cautiously.

Zhu Houcong shook his head. Half a bucket of water wanted to try to reform the ingrained ideas that have been used for many years. Isn't it drifting?

Use the right people, do things first and take your time.

Instead of thinking about changing your thoughts now, it is better to think about how to change your wording and writing style.

What if my ministers use such top-notch and difficult-to-understand words to make me confused next time? What if I have finally established a smart image?

Of course, this situation is likely to occur, so there is more to learn.

No matter how much time it takes to get started and understand what viewpoints they use and what their logic is, this must be done.

It just didn't go as smoothly as I expected.

In the imperial academician-level debate competition that he planned, Zhu Houcong was confused by the big bosses' knowledge. He adjusted his frustration and re-established his direction.

Returning to the palace, Zhu Qingping came up to her slowly and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. Can I give you a squeeze?"

After today's banquet, the emperor was silent for the first time in many days.

He neither continued to read the memorials nor allowed Yan Song and Liu Long to work in the Zhongyuan Hall or give lectures.

After returning to the palace, I kept flipping through the book, but couldn't read it.

Except for a trip to Renshou Palace and Weiyang Palace, the emperor did almost nothing else.

After dinner, I didn’t read the book at all, and just dazed or meditated more.

Zhu Qingping felt that it was really difficult to be the emperor, perhaps because of His Majesty's status as a vassal king.

After getting Zhu Houcong's approval, Zhu Qingping stood behind him and began to gently knead his forehead with her hands.

Zhu Houcong sat on a convenient soft stool with his eyes closed.

Zhang Zuo took all the reports from the factory guard today, and Yang Yiqing had already entered the city.

Is June a good time to let them all know about the eighteen chairs?

I feel that the time is not mature enough. The current cabinet ministers, Jiu Qing, are not yet stable due to the impact of the Qian Ning and Jiang Bin cases.

Revealing the matter of those eighteen chairs, is there anything that has not yet been fully thought out about the chain reaction that such a move would cause?

Zhu Houcong, who had already thought a lot about it, started to think about it again because of the frustration of "not being able to understand" today.

In Zhu Qingping's eyes, it was that although she was helping him soothe his meridians, the emperor was still frowning and worried.

Zhu Qingping had never heard of anyone whose fifteen-year-old husband didn't like to play, and basically spent all his time on business.

She thought of the lifespans of several generations of emperors before the Ming Dynasty.

So she winked at Huang Jin and asked him to speak to the emperor.

After dinner, when His Majesty was in a daze at the entrance of the palace, they quietly talked about their worries.

Huang Jin thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, you are more than a month old, and you are so worried every day, which really hurts your energy and energy. Qingping can also give you a massage, but the slaves are of no use.

."

It sounds like a competition for favor, but the point is wrong.

Zhu Houcong opened his eyes, looked at him and laughed: "Is it hurting your energy and spirit? What can you do?"

"I just don't know!" Huang Jin curled his lips, looking a little ashamed and aggrieved.

Zhu Qingping's fingers were slowly moving from the center of her eyebrows to her temples. Zhu Houcong felt his condition and said, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. Just rest early today."

That's all, Zhu Qingping felt helpless.

Soon after, the curtains on the dragon bed were lowered, and Zhu Qingping took turns keeping watch today.

In the dead of night, she didn't know for a moment whether she was lonelier, or whether the emperor on a certain dragon bed behind her was lonelier.

I heard that Mr. Yang Ge was still telling His Majesty today how to have few desires. In Zhu Qingping's opinion, His Majesty had almost no desires and just kept his head down on business.

The royal meal was always very simple, and I never saw the palace troupe.

If it is not appropriate to be in mourning for Emperor Daxing, it has been half a month since he was released from mourning.

Nothing has changed.

"Qingping? Hold the lamp!"

At some point, she suddenly heard Zhu Houcong's call, his voice full of energy and excitement.

Zhu Qingping hurriedly walked over with a lantern, and then called out to a palace maid who was dozing off to light up the lantern.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go to the official residence?"

This word refers to the corner of the toilet, where there is a royal bucket.

"No, light the lamp in Dongnuan Pavilion."

Zhu Qingping listened to the rustling sounds in the curtain, and it seemed that His Majesty was getting dressed.

After a while, the emperor was seen dressed and walked out happily and went straight to Dongnuan Pavilion.

"Help me grind ink." Zhu Houcong first took the key and opened the lock on a cabinet, and then took out the box he brought from Anlu.

Zhu Qingping didn't want to be dissuaded. After grinding out some ink, he went to get some clothes and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting colder at night. What do you want from the imperial kitchen?"

"Just make a cup of tea."

Zhu Qingping saw that he neatly added the clothes, then sat on the throne, concentrating on holding a pen with one hand and turning over the book with the other. She didn't know if he had fallen asleep before.

After making tea, she sat down not far away to wait. Zhu Qingping just looked at the emperor in the center of the bright candlelight, focusing on nothing else.

I'm afraid I'll go directly to Changchao until dawn, right?

The emperor didn't drink more tea, so she guessed that the tea had gone cold, so she silently went to make a new cup.

There were no words, only the sound of her waiting quietly, and the sound of the emperor turning the pages of the book.

There was a sense of peace in the quiet night, and Zhu Qingping gradually turned from worry to relaxation: it could be seen that the worries that had previously worried him were no longer there.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Houcong finally put down his pen, stretched out and stood up.

"Pass some snacks here?" Zhu Qingping stepped forward and asked.

Zhu Houcong looked at her and shook his head with a grin: "Let's talk about it later. Are you sleepy?"

Although there was a point, Zhu Qingping shook her head.

"come over."

Zhu Houcong stood there and waved to her. Zhu Qingping walked to the imperial case in confusion, and saw a slightly teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I want you to do something and spend some time on my behalf."
To be continued...