Chapter 417 Let General Ma be the father-in-law of the vassal king
After the summer heat has dissipated, at night in the capital, when people are wrapped in thin quilts and neither cold nor dry, their desires arise as soon as they feel comfortable.
In the Yikun Palace, the middle-aged Zhu Changluo had just finished breathing and his eyelids were slightly open after having a relatively pleasant experience.
He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Concubine Li who stood up and brought him a lotus seed and red date soup. The embroidery on the bellyband wrapped around her snow-skinned skin was not an ordinary flower or bird. It was actually a man and woman, half-dressed, embracing each other gracefully under the plantains in the courtyard.
A murmur of appeal.
When Li Guifei was Li Xuan's attendant, she was very courageous and secretly hid several volumes of erotic pictures.
She would occasionally take it out secretly to tease Zhu Changxun, who was still the prince, so that her husband, who was always frightened at the time, could get a short burst of joy.
Nowadays, Concubine Li is only one step away from her mother, the empress of the world. However, because of the attitude of the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, it seems that it is more difficult than reaching the sky.
Concubine Li was not a lady by nature, so she was too lazy to pretend to be dignified, and showed a bit of indulgence when sleeping with her.
It is most beneficial to be able to keep the emperor's husband's appetite all the time.
Zhu Changluo actually said that in private, as long as Li Guifei continued to carry forward her romantic style in the depths of Yikun Palace and did not disturb the Sixth Palace over trivial matters, she would still be his favorite concubine.
The emperor was in a good mood tonight, so he stared at his bellyband and joked: "As you get older, you like to play this kind of trick with me more. Where did this thing come from?"
Concubine Li simply climbed onto the couch again, holding the bowl in one hand and lifting the bellyband with the other: "Long live my lord, this is said to be the handiwork of Tang Yin, the fourth member of the Wu family. Someone asked a skilled craftsman to embroider the bag. Guess who that person is?"
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Zhu Changluo sucked a red date and said vaguely: "I'm too lazy to guess, you tell me."
Concubine Li pursed her lips: "It's the minister Zheng who was held in the palm of Long Live Lord's hand. He presented it to me when he entered the palace a few days ago. Lord Long Live never thought that such a serious person on weekdays would have a lot of things in his business.
The piles are small handkerchiefs embroidered with erotic pictures, sold across the sea to the Europeans."
Zhu Changluo spit out the date pits on Concubine Li's hand and said: "Oh, that doesn't matter. I just want to exchange money, pay some taxes to the Ministry of Household Affairs, give her so many mouths in Chongming, and get some food."
, no matter whether the embroidery on the cloth is a human or an animal. Besides, Mrs. Zheng is very careful. Very early this year, she handed over the business to her godforsaken brother, and also moved out of the capital shop to avoid being exposed.
The imperial censor jumped out and said that she is both an official and a businesswoman, so what kind of dignity does she have?"
Zhu Changluo's words were spoken indifferently. Concubine Li listened, but she was suspicious that her husband always looked down upon Mrs. Zheng in his heart.
Concubine Li Guifei has such a small mind. No matter how good her relationship with Zheng Haizhu is now, she is still afraid of her having an affair with the emperor.
The emperor doted on his concubine, so he pretended to be casual and said: "It's true that we, the officials of the Ming Dynasty, don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. The matter of the Zheng family and the musicians of the Nalu Mansion, they also reported it to Long Live Lord.
? I also told Mr. Zheng several times that if I really can’t keep an empty bed, why not just get married to a musician? I have to live with it without knowing what I am doing.”
Li Guifei's original intention was to prick Zheng Haizhu, portraying Zheng Haizhu as a woman with extremely immoral morals. The emperor could use her as a hawk in state affairs, but he must not touch her in private.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Changluo's face turned serious when he heard this section.
"If you try to persuade her, what will she say?"
"She's like a knife, she's not stingy, she says she just doesn't want to get married."
"Oh, then if she gets pregnant, she won't marry the musician?"
Concubine Li gave a light "scoff": "Speaking of this matter, it is even more interesting. Zheng Shi asked concubine eagerly if there were any prescriptions in the imperial hospital to avoid having children. She did not want to have children. The medicines prescribed by folk doctors were not good for her. I don’t believe it. This Mrs. Zheng is so strange. How can a woman not want to have a baby? Is her heart like stone? Long live my Lord, I don’t know how much I want to give birth to more princes and princesses for you..."
Concubine Li was chattering endlessly, and Zhu Changluo no longer listened to her subsequent words, but had some concerns in his heart.
The next day, after the Chang Dynasty, Zhu Changluo returned to Qianqing Palace for lunch. He was about to go to Ciqing Palace to see the prince and the two brothers, King Xin, when Cao Huachun suddenly ran over in a hurry. As soon as he entered Xinuang Pavilion, he knelt down and began to wipe his tears.
"Wan, long live my lord, my lord, he may not be able to survive anymore."
Zhu Changluo stood up in a hurry: "I'll go and have a look!"
For Zhu Changluo, eunuch Wang An is no longer a domestic slave in the simple sense, but a caring companion in his childhood, a guidance attendant in his youth, a dangerous expeler in his youth, and a staged helmsman after he ascends to the throne in middle age. people.
When the death of the person closest to him finally came, Zhu Changluo forgot that he was an emperor, and he naturally wanted to see Wang Banban right away.
Cao Huachun hurriedly got up and helped Zhu Changluo, and reported: "Bless me, Lord Long Live. No matter how weak the prince is, he still remembers the etiquette of his ancestors. He ordered his slaves to carry him to Qianqing Palace to see Lord Long Live for the last time."
While he was talking, sounds of singing and reporting could be heard from the outside to the inside of Qianqing Palace.
"What are you waiting for? Carry it into the pavilion quickly!" Zhu Changluo ordered.
When the carriage entered the room, the two little firemen hurriedly knelt down on one knee so that the emperor could visit the dying person on the carriage from the most appropriate angle.
Zhu Changluo stepped forward: "Wang Banban, Wang Banban..."
He only shouted twice before his eye circles turned red.
Wang An has been tortured by illness for more than half a year and is as thin as firewood, but there is still the last trace of light like a lamp in his eyes that are struggling to open wide.
"Long live my lord, my slave is old and in poor health, so I have to take the first step. Long live my lord, please forgive me."
Zhu Changluo said in a trembling voice: "Banban, my hospital has a bunch of trash!"
Wang An changed the title to a more intimate one: "Brother, God is going to take slaves. Brother, please don't anger the imperial doctors, and don't be sad. Now I can go to see the late emperor, and the queen, so I can explain it. But , but this slave is still thinking about something and wants to report it to my brother."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhu Changluo said without hesitation: "Banban, I know, you can only trust Cao Huachun, and I also believe in him. I will give him the seal of the Supervisor of Ceremonies when I turn around." .”
Wang An, however, tried his best to shake his hands, gasped for a while, and then said: "It is not the matter of the Supervisor of Ceremonies. Mrs. Zheng, Zheng Haizhu, came to see the slave at the beginning of the month and said that she had an idea and did not dare to mention it to the Long Live Master right away.
First, ask your servant if it is suitable for you. She wants to propose that she trusts the king and makes the daughter of Ma Xianglin and Zhang Fengyi his royal concubine."
Zhu Changluo was stunned.
Wang An, however, was breathing less out than in. After saying the above words, he lost the energy and could only turn his eyes to Cao Huachun.
Cao Huachun understood and hurriedly bowed to Zhu Changluo and said: "On the day Mrs. Zheng went to visit the prince, her servants were with her. She spoke very eloquently. It meant that over in Daning Town, General Ma began to train the clan members sent there on behalf of the vassal.
No matter how close she is to General Ma, she also feels that Minister Xiong of the Ministry of War’s doubts are reasonable. So, she came up with this idea."
When Zhu Changluo heard this, his sad expression was replaced by a thoughtful expression.
During the reign of Emperor Taizu, most of the generals who assisted the emperor in conquering the world became royal in-laws. For example, Xu Da had two daughters, one of whom was married to the King of Yan, Zhu Di, and the other to the King of Dai, Zhu Gui.
However, after the Tumubao Incident of Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, the status of military generals became lower and lower. Princes rarely married the daughters of border generals. At most, they chose concubines from among the emperor's twenty-four personal guards.
"Brother," Wang An's hoarse voice sounded again, "Mrs. Zheng, like the slave, has no blood. She is more like a pure minister than many ministers. What she said makes sense to the slave."
"Okay, companion, I listen to you, I listen to you." Zhu Changluo coaxed softly.
Wang An's eyelids drooped, his fingers shook weakly, and he murmured: "Carry it away, hurry up, carry it away."
Cao Huachun understood that his godfather was afraid that he would die in Qianqing Palace, which would be very unlucky, so he said to Zhu Changluo: "Long live my Lord, I will go and see the prince on his last journey."
As Zhu Changluo nodded, he ordered: "After you have made the arrangements, come back to me and I will discuss the matter with you in detail."
