Back in the house, Chang Luohua was sleeping soundly. Zhu Benn originally wanted to take her out for a walk, but he got lazy for no reason. Going to court was hard. He had to get up at four or five o'clock every day. This was because he lived in the palace.
inside, otherwise it would have to be an hour earlier.
To be honest, the effect of the morning court was actually not great. Zhu Biao seriously suspected that Comrade Zhu was just to torment his ministers and did not want them to sleep comfortably with their lovely wives and concubines. He was so energetic that he felt uncomfortable when he was not working.
In fact, according to Zhu Biao's observation, the emperor only needed to meet with a few officials from the Zhongshu Province or the six ministers for daily government affairs. The system of the court's operation was quite complete. If there were no emergencies, he would go to court every ten or eight days to summarize everything.
Just work. Anyway, the main government affairs are not discussed in the morning. Memorials to and from each other are the key.
Zhu Biao lay gently next to his princess, and picked up a small fan on the side to fan her. It was hot in summer, so he should have put an ice mirror in the room, but he didn't put it up because he was afraid that Chang Luohua would catch a cold.
She didn't like the maid waiting around when she was sleeping, so she was sweating a little while sleeping.
Zhu Biao fell asleep unknowingly, and the sun gradually set in the west. The young couple in the palace were sleeping soundly, but there was indeed a chill outside the palace. The guards in Dali Temple and the Duwei Mansion were like jackals, tigers and leopards.
Suddenly, all that was left of the original home of dignitaries was the sealed door.
The original masters and ladies were wailing and mourning, and the noble sons and young ladies were reduced to prisoners. No matter how noble they looked after taking off their royal robes, it turned out that they were just mediocre people when they fell into the mortal world...
Zhu Biao woke up early the next morning, sat up and rubbed his eyes. He originally planned to squint for a while, but unexpectedly he fell asleep at this time. He got up, washed and ate, and prepared to go to the morning. He had just finished half a bowl of porridge when he came in to report:
"Sir, the Holy Father has decreed that you don't need to go to the morning court these days."
Liu Jin's face was a little heavy. Something happened yesterday and His Highness will not be allowed to go to court today. This is not good news. Liu Jin's ears seemed to be ringing with the ridicule of a group of people. Didn't the Crown Prince just rely on the favor of the Holy Emperor? What's wrong now?
Like?
Zhu Biao nodded happily. It would be better not to go to court. There is nothing better than being a pillar there. Besides, he has really had more things to do recently, so it would be great to have more time.
Wu Sizang must be comforted when the former Emperor Regent of the Yuan Dynasty meets him. In two days, Fu Youde will have to send Mingsheng to the capital. He will also have to handle matters such as leaving the city to accept surrender and canonization, and other miscellaneous matters.
There are more things.
Zhu Biao put down his chopsticks, looked at Liu Jin's face, and said with a smile: "What situation is unclear to outsiders but not to you?"
Liu Jin quickly raised a smile, and there was no reason to spoil her master's mood so early in the morning: "Sir, I just don't want outsiders to talk. They don't know, but they are very talkative. They are all a bunch of people, and they don't deserve to talk about me."
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Zhu Biao shook his head with a smile. Some people are not unclear, but they are just trying to fool themselves. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the emperor did this just because he did not want the prince to have anything to do with the events of the past few days. After all, killing too much is harmful.
He, or maybe he was afraid that the prince would intercede on behalf of the prisoner again, but in short, he would not do it just to beat the prince.
This is the attitude that Zhu Yuanzhang spent more than ten years expressing. The eldest son Zhu Biao must be the successor of this country. This is already known to the world. How can the little things yesterday shake the foundation of the country.
Zhu Biao stood up and walked towards the Wenhua Hall: "After this time, there should be a lot of vacant houses in Beijing. I remember that many of them were given by the imperial court. You go and pick three good ones."
Liu Jin bowed and agreed, and then said behind Zhu Biao: "Is it prepared for the three princes? Is it a little too small? After all, most of them are the residences of civil servants..."
Unless he is a civil servant from a wealthy family, no one in Beijing dares to live in a big house. The emperor is keeping a close eye on him. In the past two years, a minister of the Ministry of Industry moved into a large house with three entrances and three exits.
, the next day, Lao Zhu called him into the palace and asked him where he got the money. Naturally, the guy couldn't answer, and then he was beaten to death with a cane.
At that time, Lao Zhu liked to visit privately in the city. He often went to the house of a certain minister unexpectedly. If he was really poor, he would be rewarded with money, food, rice, and even big houses. For example, the minister of the Ministry of Industry contributed it.
That one.
If it were taken down by the arrogant and extravagant people, the consequences would be needless to say. Therefore, most of the civil servants lived in poor houses and it was not suitable for the three princes to live there.
You know, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Rites, the prince's residence must be built on the fiefdom, with a width of 150 feet, two inches and a half from east to west, and a length of 197 feet, two inches and a half from north to south, plus some facade construction, Zhu Biao calculated
, covering an area of almost 330,000 square meters. As for the specifications of the internal buildings, which are generally similar to those of the imperial palace, this was of course decided by Comrade Lao Zhu himself.
Zhu Biao actually felt that it was a bit too big. Even the Forbidden City in Beijing in later generations only covered an area of 720,000 square meters. This was not the Prince's Mansion, it was clearly a palace. But Lao Zhu was quite firm on this, and Zhu Biao was not good either.
What else can I say? After all, I am willing to build a palace for my son, how can he just wallow in it?
However, the imperial court must not be built now. It is estimated that they will have to wait for them to start in the first two years of the feudal dynasty. Now they will either live in the palace honestly, or they will have to make do in Beijing. Zhu Biao does not have the money to build one for them.
It's a big yard.
After arriving at the Wenhua Palace, Zhu Biao opened the newly sent letters. The first one was from Tang Ding. He had officially become a pirate and was currently wandering around the South China Sea Islands, recruiting many people from other countries. With the help of Jinghaihou Wu
Zhen's cooperation made him somewhat famous, and many Japanese pirates contacted him, hoping to join hands in plundering the coast.
Zhu Biao watched it for a while and found it quite interesting. If he were reincarnated into an ordinary family, he would definitely not dare to serve as an official for Old Zhu. He would probably go to sea and become a pirate. Perhaps every boy longs for the freedom of the sea.
Looting wantonly on the boundless sea.
It's just that Zhu Biao's current status, let alone becoming the Pirate King, is not even possible for him to sail on the sea normally, and he can't do anything even remotely risky. His life is related to too many things, and it is no longer his own.
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Zhu Biao wrote some comforting words. Tang Ding changed from the son of a prince to a pirate. This sacrifice was not small, and Zhu Biao was not stingy with words of praise. People like this who are wandering need the most peace of mind and bonds.
If they always think that they may become abandoned, then what else do they have to do?
Zhu Biao wrote a full three pages of letter paper before he stopped writing. He had never been so stupid when writing a letter to his princess. Liu Jin took it and sealed it. It would probably take two months to get the letter to Tang Ding. After all, they are now
