At the entrance of the courtyard, several guards were already waiting on horseback.
When I took Zhu Ying out, I saw that he was still an old acquaintance, Song Zhong, the envoy of Jinyi Guards.
"Song Zhenfu, why bother you to come over for this matter?" Zhu Ying asked with a smile.
When Song Zhong saw Zhu Ying, he didn't dare to sit on the horse. He quickly turned over and dismounted, and replied: "Master Zhu, you're welcome. I happen to have nothing to do."
"I saw this errand yesterday, and it happens to be related to Mr. Zhu. I think we are acquaintances. I am afraid that my subordinates will offend Mr. Zhu because they don't know the rules."
Zhu Ying had no idea that in Song Zhong's eyes, this job was a big deal.
As Jiang Wei's confidant, Song Zhong also knew some secret things.
Although there are too many doubts about Zhu Ying's identity, these are not what he needs to consider.
The current Jin Yiwei, except His Majesty, have a bad relationship with his grandson Zhu Yunwen.
During the exchange with Jiang Wei, Song Zhong felt that the future Jin Yiwei might be tied to Zhu Ying.
If it weren't for Jiang Yu's frequent visits to teahouses with His Majesty.
This job is not Song Zhong's turn at all.
It was currently a little dark, but Zhu Ying could clearly see Song Zhong's respect for him, with a somewhat humble smile on his face.
Why is the old man so powerful?
This idea flashed through Zhu Ying's mind.
He is a businessman.
Today's businessmen, especially those in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, have an extremely underground status.
But he didn't feel anything.
Maybe it has something to do with King Yan. After all, the teahouse industry belongs to King Yan.
In the eyes of many people, he should be under the command of King Yan and someone with some foundation in the capital. Who dares to offend King Yan?
Even so, it was smooth sailing for him when he opened a teahouse in the capital.
I have never encountered any inspections from the Five Cities Troops and Horses Division.
Life for other merchants was not as easy as his.
Including some honorable people who provide early delivery, nothing difficult happened.
However, in Zhu Ying's opinion, Jin Yiwei's main concern is the old man.
"Master Zhu, we have to leave early, please come in."
After being polite, Song Zhong pointed to the carriage beside him and said with a smile.
Zhu Ying looked at the carriage and replied: "Song Zhenfu, do you have any extra horses? I haven't ridden a horse for a long time and my hands are itchy."
Zhu Ying doesn't really like riding horse-drawn carriages. The feeling of galloping on horseback is what makes him feel most comfortable.
Earlier on the grassland, he particularly liked the feeling of thousands of horses galloping.
When Song Zhong heard this, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand.
The Jin Yiwei from behind immediately brought over a tall, white horse with no stray hairs.
As a confidant of Jiang Wei, Song Zhong naturally knew a lot about Zhu Ying's background.
So when I came, I had my horses ready.
Sure enough, it came into use at this time.
Zhu Ying took the reins, and having had many interactions with horses, he understood that this was a high-quality war horse that had been carefully raised and tamed very well.
Feeling the stranger approaching, the white horse moved slightly.
Song Zhong was still a little nervous, but Zhu Ying just stepped forward to comfort him twice and immediately calmed down.
As Zhu Ying got on his horse, many imperial guards set off.
Went to the teahouse to get breakfast and then headed directly towards Xiaoling.
Xiaoling, where the tomb of King Yuhuai is located.
The sacrifices in the imperial tombs are all held in separate high temples and are under the responsibility of the shrine supervisor.
In the courtyard of the temple, the incense table has been set up.
Liu Rixin was waiting with several Qin Tian Jian personnel.
"I wonder who your Majesty has arranged to come over." Liu Rixin asked with some confusion.
Yesterday, after waiting for a long time, there was an order to suspend the sacrifice.
The edict arranged for someone to come to participate in the sacrifice today, but strangely, the name of the person who came was not mentioned.
In Liu Rixin's opinion, it must be a member of the royal family.
Although not as good as His Majesty, it should have some effect.
"We don't know," the officials at the Qintian Prison said, shaking their heads.
Qin Tianjian did not participate in government affairs. Apart from studying astronomy and geography, he basically knew nothing about other matters.
"I hope everything goes well." Liu Rixin sighed.
Liu Rixin knew that he didn't have much time left, so during this period he went out for exploration and calculation.
If I have time in the evening, I will write hard.
Officials from the Qin Tian Jian and Liu Rixin were considered colleagues.
Liu Rixin, who came from the inheritance earlier, actually did not have much communication with his peers.
After all, in today's Ming Dynasty, it is normal for people to cherish their brooms.
But Liu Rixin was surprised to find that such a situation did not occur in Qintian Prison.
After just a few days of brief exchanges, he was greatly touched by the good learning atmosphere in Qintian Prison.
Under the cultivation of Zhu Yuanzhang, Qin Tianjian's sectarianism almost disappeared.
Many schools began to integrate and develop, and metaphysical knowledge collided with many sparks here.
Even Liu Rixin has a long heritage and has been touched by many new ideas.
Now Liu Rixin suddenly doesn't want to die that much.
Metaphysical arithmetic has been his lifelong study. He has been studying with his father since he was sensible.
He has been gifted with intelligence since he was a child, and his understanding is extremely high. He was already known as a semi-immortal before he was forty.
But there is no end to learning.
This is especially true in the area of metaphysics.
The more proficient you become, the more profound it becomes.
Liu Rixin was touched and did not want to take this skill underground.
Therefore, he thought of writing a book, passing down all he had learned and thought, and sending it to Qin Tianjian for further promotion.
"I hope you can give me a little more time so that I can write more."
Liu Rixin sighed in a daze.
Writing a book can never be completed in a few days or more than ten days.
Even if it is editing, he feels that it will take at least several years to pass on this skill completely.
Because of Zhu Yuanzhang's influence, he had never had this plan before.
Even his own son did not teach him.
Working in such a hurry seems like there is not enough time.
"I can only write as much as I want."
Just as Liu Rixin was sighing, a sound came from the front yard, which brought Liu Rixin back to his senses.
"The person appointed by His Majesty has arrived at that time. Let me go to greet him." said the official from Qintian Prison next to him.
in front of the temple,
Zhu Ying was a little embarrassed. He thought these people might have mistaken him.
When he came out, a eunuch wearing the costume of a palace supervisor came to greet him.
Seeing Zhu Ying hesitated, then seeing Song Zhong, he bowed and said, "I have met Your Highness. Now that the incense table in the temple has been properly placed, I wonder if we can start offering sacrifices."
Zhu Ying quickly explained: "I am not Your Highness, I am just a businessman, but my father-in-law admitted his mistake. I came here to deliver sacrifices."
Zhu Ying pointed to the breakfast brought by the boys behind and said.
This eunuch of the shrine is a bit older, about sixty years old.
Hearing this, he looked at Zhu Ying doubtfully, a little puzzled.
Zhu Ying's face looked very familiar to him. He must have seen it in his memory when he was in the palace.
If not the emperor’s grandson, who else could he be?
At this moment, Liu Rixin and officials from Qintian Prison happened to come out to greet him.