"Since you're bored, just take those unimportant memorials to us and approve them!"

"ah?"

Zhu Yunxi was shocked when he heard this.

"Grandpa Emperor, do you ask me to appraise the memorial for you?"

When Lao Zhu heard this, he looked at the grandson a few times. Seeing that there was no surprise on his face, he secretly praised him in his heart.

"Um!"

"Anyway, it's all irrelevant little things. Some people just use an excuse to ask us for peace and make a familiar face in front of us, so you can just criticize us."

When Zhu Yunxiu saw Zhu Yuanzhang say this, he said hesitantly.

"Grandpa Emperor, this person who is not right, how can the grandson do this..."

When Lao Zhu heard this, he saw that the grandson was staring at the red sandalwood box on the imperial eucommia with big eyes.

Seeing this, Lao Zhu picked up the memorial in his hand and slapped it at his head.

….

"Get out with the memorial!"

"If you don't criticize it well, let's see how we deal with you!"

"oh oh……"

Zhu Yunqiu had no choice but to hold a thick stack of memorials and went to his small table to review it.

He has copied the memorials for so long and has some experience. He is very happy about the memorials that come up and greets you and chattering endlessly. He turned to the last page and saw that it was really a big deal.

For example, the memorial handed over by Shandong governor Zhao Ziliang in his hand was written with more than a thousand words, which was to say to the emperor that he would pay tribute to His Majesty a thousand baskets of apples to His Majesty for his taste. If His Majesty felt that the taste was good, he would pay tribute every year.

When Zhu Yunxiu saw that it was food, he instructed him on the spot.

"Accurate!"

"If it's not delicious, don't be your official next year. Go home and plant apples for us!"

"If it tastes delicious, you will enter the palace next year and plant apples for us!"

After Zhu Yunyu finished writing this sentence, he turned back a few pages, and then secretly wrote a line in small words.

"If we want to eat apples, wouldn't we buy them by ourselves? We have to send them from all the way to you?"

"In the future, spend less time on flattery and do more important things for the people!"

After Zhu Yunyu finished writing these, he saw that the emperor did not notice the movements on his side, so he closed the memorial and turned to the next one.

The next one is interesting. Zhang Tinglan, the Zhejiang Censor, submitted a report to the Emperor, saying that there is a local case that is difficult to deal with, so he asked His Majesty the Emperor to make a sage.

When Zhu Yunxi saw that even the verdict was inquiry, he had to look for the emperor's grandfather. Then the emperor's grandfather would be exhausted by these people every day?

He looked patiently and was so angry after only a few lines.

It turned out that there was a mother-killing case in the local area. A fourteen-year-old boy discovered that his stepmother had an affair with someone and secretly killed his father. In the spirit of avenging his father, he brutally killed his stepmother with a sickle.

If, according to the Ming Dynasty, killing your mother is a serious crime that is unforgivable, he should be executed by singchi. However, there are hidden information about this case, and the censor dared not be proficient, so he wrote to the Emperor and asked His Majesty the Emperor to make clear.

Zhu Yunyu's stepmother had been suffering for a long time, and he didn't even think about it when he saw this memorial and started to give instructions.

Zhang Tinglan only wrote a few hundred words, but his instructions actually wrote more than a thousand words.

Zhu Yunxiu felt that he was not satisfied with writing more than a thousand words, so he asked Wang De to find him some jujube and pasted a few pages of paper after the memorial, which finally vented all the anger in his heart.

After writing this memorial, Zhu Yunxiu's whole heart suddenly dissipated, and he leaned heavily on the back of the chair as if he had fallen apart.

He only had one thought in his mind now, how did Grandpa Huang handle hundreds of memorials every day, and he persisted for years and lasted for more than twenty years?

Lao Zhu looked at his eldest grandson who had just approved two copies, then leaned on the back of the chair and gasped, curling his lips disdainfully.

Just still have the face to remember the enthronement?

Ahhhh!

It seems that I deserve a beating!

While the old and young people in the Qianqing Palace worked hard to review the memorials, the prince who had just been beaten in the main hall, who had been beaten and read it, immediately, at the call of Zhu Zhi, put the canyon map again and put the hero crickets scattered on the ground into a jar.

….

Zhu Zhi himself took advantage of the absence of his husband and jumped to his husband's desk and delivered a passionate speech to the princes and grandchildren.

"Although the head coach Zhu Yunhao is gone, I decided to inherit Zhu Yunhao's will and hold the first Canyon King Cricket Competition!"

"Now, please ask the representatives of each team to come forward and draw lots to decide the order of tomorrow's appearance..."

As soon as Zhu Zhi finished speaking, every prince had a sense of perseverance on his face. He walked up to the podium and put his hands into a wooden box to draw lots.

At this moment, they were not fighting for themselves, but for Zhu Yunxiu's will and for the glory of crickets!

Zhu Yunhuang was excited to see it, but just as he rubbed his butt and was about to go forward to draw lots, he suddenly heard the Crown Princess's personal palace maid Dongmei run in.

"The Fourth Emperor Grandson, the Crown Princess ordered me to call you back!"

"ah?"

"Can you wait a while and leave after I finish drawing!"

"no!"

"The Crown Princess said that this matter is very urgent and I can't wait for a moment!"

"well……"

"Uncle Fifteen, please help me draw my sign. I recognize everything I win!"

"Okay!"

After Zhu Yunhui left, some disharmonious voices suddenly appeared in the main hall.

"By the way, the Crown Princess could have heard some news, afraid that her father would be furious again, so she would not let Zhu Yunhua play with us, right?"

Zhu Zhi waved his hands indifferently.

"Won't!"

"As long as our eldest nephew supports our father, even if we have a quarrel, our father will not take care of us!"

Everyone nodded when they heard this, but they quickly came to their senses.

Zhu Zhi’s words are too hurtful. Why do they say they are all princes? Are they just unwelcome to their father?

"Brother Fifteen, you said this very well, but can you stop talking in the future?"

"that is!"

"What do you hurt someone and say!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it anymore, hahaha..."

On the other hand, Zhu Yunhui followed Dongmei back to the prince's mansion. As soon as he paid tribute to his mother, he was taken to his bedroom by his mother.

"Zhu Yunhui, what happened today is not allowed to be told to anyone..."

As soon as Zhu Yunhuang heard what his mother said, he saw a strange palace maid walking in.

"Aunt, Zhu Yunhui is still young, so don't explain this to him."

Han Yushang said as he raised his slender hand and hit Zhu Yunhui's neck with a palm knife.

"you!"

Lu's

Seeing that his son was knocked down, he was in a bad mood. This is his own son. What if he had someone to say how could he live?

"You are too presumptuous!"

Han Yushang was exploring Zhu Yunhui's breathing. When he found that his breathing was normal, he carried it to the bed indifferently.

"Don't worry, aunt, my niece has very accurate hands and will never hurt Zhu Yunhua."

Seeing Han Yushang say this, Mrs. Lu finally let go of her heart.

"Can the method you said really work?"

"Of course it works!"

"What about the probability of failure?"

"One Thirty?"

"So high!"

When Mrs. Lu heard Han Yushang say one-thirty words, she threw herself on her son on the spot, unwilling to go to Han Yushang to plant acne for her son.

….

"Aunt, this is the safest way now!"

"Once my uncle brings the epidemic over, the entire capital will become a purgatory on earth, and the probability of survival will be only half to half!"
To be continued...