After many days, Zhu Yunxi finally walked out of the Xicheng project site.

Outside is Yingtian City, which is immersed in the lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

By this time, there were already many people on the street.

In order to enrich the Spring Festival atmosphere and stimulate Yingtian's economic growth, Yingtian Mansion has begun to organize targeted activities in every festival in the past few years to create a festive atmosphere.

Just like the current Spring Festival.

The streets are full of red lanterns, and the walls on the street are covered with blessing characters.

The parades organized by Yingtian Prefecture and Two Counties also performed various performances.

It’s just that the busiest part has to wait until night.

At that time, Yingtian City is the most lively during the festival.

Under the promotion of Zou Xueyu, the then prefect of Yingtian, the Ming Dynasty had already canceled the curfew policy on most festivals.

But when Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Ping out of the Xicheng project site and walked on the street leading to the Imperial City, the people along the street avoided them.

Except for the blood stains on Zhu Ping's body, the group of soldiers he brought with him were nowhere to be seen.

Every one of them was murderous.

Looking at every person on the street, everyone wants to be beheaded.

However, no one in the court said a word to Zhu Xi as he walked through the city with such murderous intent.

Ever since Zhu Ping was working locally two years ago and was almost injured because he was ambushed by gangsters, he has always been followed by a group of soldiers.

This matter was arranged by the old man himself.

Who dares to say a word?

After all, he is an accomplice of the villain and traitor.

Zhu Yunxi's journey was uneventful, passing by Taisun's Mansion and entering the imperial city.

As he said, Zhu Xi did not take Zhu Yunxi to the palace, but went directly to the Ancestral Temple in the south of the imperial city.

Upon entering the Ancestral Temple.

Only then did the soldiers around Zhu Xi retreat and disappear.

I thought I was going to wash up and rest.

As usual, Zhu Xi went to the side hall next to the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple to wash up.

This place has now become his permanent residence in Yingtian.

Even though the imperial court had built a palace for the Prince of Qin in Beijing for him early on, Zhu Xi would never go there and stay for one night. On the contrary, he was particularly keen to stay in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Xiang.

He moved a chair and sat down.

Then he watched Zhu Xi take off his outer robe, roll up his sleeves and start washing randomly.

After half a ring.

Zhu Xi finally got himself clean and put on a clean Tuanlong uniform.

Zhu Yunxi stepped forward and handed a cup of freshly brewed tea to Zhu Xi.

Zhu Xi took the tea cup and took a sip, making a happy sound in his mouth.

Then he looked at Zhu Yunxi and said: "Every time I come back, I always go to the main hall to kneel down and worship in front of my ancestors and offer incense. You happen to be here, so come with me."

Zhu Yunxi nodded and followed Zhu Xiang.

The uncle and nephew entered the main hall of the Ancestral Temple.

Shangfang is the ancestor of the old Zhu family who was named after the old man founded the country.

God's statue, portrait, confession, everything is complete.

Zhu Xi took two portions of incense from the side, one for each of him and Zhu Yunxi.

The two used incense candles in front of the crime to light incense and offer incense.

Stand in front of the temple and bow to the ancestors in front of you, then burn incense and kneel down.

During the whole process, neither of them said a word.

Until Zhu Xi raised his head on the futon, straightened his upper body, and looked deeply at the statues and portraits above.

"You said that the ancestors of our family, when they were alive, never thought that one day they would be crowned emperors and empresses, and receive endless tributes from future generations."

It is a common practice to take exams before pursuing a title.

Zhu Yunxi smiled: "Perhaps this is to let us descendants understand that it is not easy for our ancestors to start a business."

Zhu Xi just chuckled.

"One day in the future, you will also have to go to the wall."

He meant that in the future Zhu Yunxi would ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, and after his death he would be enshrined in this Ancestral Temple.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple has always had rules.

For example, how many emperors should be hung and which emperors should be hung on the wall.

These are all particular.

Zhu Yunxi smiled and said nothing.

If that day comes, it will be after his death.

He still hasn't realized yet, who cares what he will do after death.

Zhu Xi added: "I asked you to come here because I actually wanted to have a few words with you. You, sometimes you are too scheming and lose the vitality that young people should have. This is not good."

Without waiting for Zhu Yunxi to explain.

Zhu Xi put his hand on Zhu Yunxi's shoulder in front of his ancestors, and then pulled him out of the hall.

And he continued: "Don't worry so much. What's there to worry about? What's there to be afraid of? If someone really makes you unhappy, you can talk to your second uncle.

You don't even have to come, just ask someone to send you a note.

If you find it difficult to handle it yourself, your old uncle will do it for you.

Regardless of whether it’s beheading or ransacking homes? My second uncle is good at it!”

This man is as reckless as ever.

Zhu Yunxi finally laughed.

Seeing his eldest nephew's reaction, Zhu Xi burst into laughter.

"Think about it, is this what my second uncle said? Leave it alone, if it makes us uncomfortable, then we'll be done with it.

Can it be any tougher than the knife in our hands? It made the men unhappy, so they killed all the men and threw all the women into the Jiaofang Department."

With a smile on his face, Zhu Yunxi put his backhand on his second uncle's shoulder.

The two of them were arm-in-arm for a moment. Now, at the entrance of the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, behind were the statues and portraits of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, and the two of them were laughing unbridled.

When Zhu Yunxi left the Ancestral Temple, he already smelled of alcohol and the sky was getting dark.

The second uncle is a little unreasonable.

When he couldn't drink enough, he started driving people away.

It's completely shameless to act shameless.

He walked out of the palace gate, and in front of him was the Jiaofang Secretary.

In fact, according to what Zhu Ping said just now in the Ancestral Temple, it does make sense.

A woman who can be in the Jiaofang Department.

Except for those bought by Jiaofangsi himself from the private sector, most of them are women from criminal officials and gentry families.

Such a woman is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Only then can it be considered superior.

He understands people's hearts and understands what the guests he welcomes really want.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even the top courtesan on the Qinhuai River side is just bought by the master, trained since childhood, and selected from thousands of miles away.

As for the Jiaofang Division, there are many of them.

It's just that now Zhu Yunxi has no interest in going to Jiaofang Sibai for prostitution.

Stroll on the streets.

Zhang Hui arrived at his side quietly.

"Your Highness, happy New Year!"

Zhang Hui has undergone many changes now.
To be continued...