Chapter five hundred and thirty second county reclamation
Zhu Biao exhaled and stepped into the hall, while Wang Rui bowed and followed behind. The hall had already been covered with red silk ribbons, with dragon-patterned wedding candles burning in the surrounding lampshades, and all the wine and food were available in the center.
Liu Jin, who was at the back, suddenly turned around and glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs behind him with cold eyes. Living in this deep palace courtyard, it is basically instinct to flatter others and suppress others. The more you are at the bottom, the more realistic it is. This is not
A situation that can be solved by a superior and lenient person.
However, in the East Palace, as long as His Highness does not give a signal, Liu Jin will not allow anyone to dare to do anything wrong, and the dignity and dignity must not be messed up!
Everyone bowed their heads and stood in awe after meeting Liu Jin's gaze. The prince and the princess were merciful, but the two housekeepers Liu Jin and Yunjin were unselfish. Anyone who made a mistake would be punished and would never tolerate it. As for those who refused to change despite repeated admonitions...
Liu Jin snorted and ordered several maids to follow him inside to wait. The rest of the palace maids and eunuchs who were not ordered stood motionless in the cold wind howling with stars and moon.
The hall was as warm as spring. Zhu Biao took a look at the furnishings in the hall, and then sat down. He was a little late reviewing memorials today, and he was really hungry. After he sat down, he started to use chopsticks without saying anything.
Wang Rui served on the side and did the work of a palace maid. Her movements were skillful and perfect. Liu Jin and the palace ladies who entered the palace to serve were unable to intervene, and His Highness had no intention of stopping him. He just stood in the corner of the palace with his hands down like a statue.
The red candle shed tears. In addition to Zhu Biao's subtle chewing sound, there was also the crackling sound from time to time after the candle burned. Finally, Zhu Biao put down his chopsticks casually.
The bamboo chopsticks collided with the porcelain plates and made a crisp sound. This sound activated the palace ladies on the side, as if they suddenly appeared. After a flash of red and green figures, the dishes and dishes of vegetables and soup on the dinner table disappeared without a trace.
, only the steaming fragrant tea is left.
Zhu Biao looked at Wang Rui and said, "Princess, you feel a little aggrieved by being married as a concubine?"
Wang Rui smiled and said: "I have been alone and helpless since I was a child. It is the destiny of the royal court to live forever. It is rare for God to bless me and I am lucky enough to escape from the sea of suffering. I dare not ask for any more. I am willing to ask for mercy and be benevolent."
Zhu Biao squinted his eyes and smiled, but he was a little wary in his heart. Everyone has the desire to save others by himself. Zhu Biao had already sent people to inquire about Wang Rui's experience in the Goryeo Palace. This woman has been in the past ten years.
It can be said that he has tasted all the sufferings in the world.
The method used by the current King of Korea to ascend to the throne is not glorious, and the death of the previous King of Korea, Wang Rui's father, was also very strange. If the current King of Korea had not had some mental problems, he would have been eradicated long ago.
Although Wang Rui was allowed to survive for some unknown reason, Wang Rui never enjoyed the treatment that a clan daughter should enjoy. She was always treated like an ordinary palace maid in the palace. The senior officials in the palace regarded her as someone who did not exist and did not exclude or suppress her.
Not protected.
In this way, although there was no deliberate oppression from the upper class, just like a little swan born in a heap of ducks, the palace maids and eunuchs silently used her as a punching bag. After being punished and insulted by the concubines, they came back to find a reason to vent their anger on Wang Rui.
If a true nobleman can't afford to offend him, why can't he afford to offend you, a fake nobleman?
It is normal for people who grew up in such an environment to have dark minds. It is understandable to plan for revenge after gaining power. It is reasonable if they are cautious and timid after being rubbed, but this extra free and easy attitude is a bit difficult to understand.
Got it.
Either he is born with compassion, or he has great ambitions...
Zhu Biao picked up the tea cup and put it in her hand and said: "The King of Goryeo was assassinated. Please forgive me and accept the change."
Wang Rui bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."
The hall gradually became silent. Zhu Biao looked at the flickering candlelight burning not far away in front of him, while Wang Rui lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. After nearly half an hour, Zhu Biao stood up and walked into the inner hall.
, Wang Rui followed suit, and after taking a bath, the sheets were tumbling...
After a long time, Liu Jin led the palace maid to knock on the door, and then waved the palace maid in to invite the king to sleep in the side hall. This was not an overt or secret rule, but there were precedents to follow. Today, the emperor never interacts with the vassal state.
The woman slept on the same bed.
A person is most vulnerable when he is sleeping, even a king. Zhu Biao fell into deep thought as he looked at the figure who endured the pain and left with a smile and obeyed...
Early the next morning, after having breakfast in Chunhe Hall, Zhu Biao went to Chengqian Hall and said a few words to Chang Luohua through the closed door. Naturally, he did not dare to ventilate when the temperature dropped during confinement.
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Then he went to another inner hall and looked at the two children from a distance. He happened to see them changing their swaddling diapers. Zhu Biao's eyes focused on the birthmarks on their arms.
She silently complained in her heart that it was a bit reluctant to say that these birthmarks were the sun and the moon. They were just two birthmarks with different shapes, one was rounder and the other was flatter. It was really difficult for Empress Ma to love her grandchildren.
These two children don't have names yet, but there's no rush. Even their uncles and aunts who were born in the past few years don't have serious names yet.
However, Empress Ma had two nicknames, one was Yang'er and the other was Liang'er, both of which were quite easy to pronounce. They probably came from the birthmark. Zhu Biao was quite satisfied with it. It was better than calling the younger one Yin'er or Yue'er.
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Lao Zhu was not very satisfied, saying that it would have been better to give him a cheap nickname, but in the end he never left Queen Ma and only won the right to name his grandson.
It has been two years since the Ministry of Rites and the Hanlin Academy were ordered to compile "The Records of Ancestors", but currently it seems that it may not be completed in another two or three years. His father attaches great importance to this book and believes that he and the founding prince whom he personally trained
They are all top-notch people, but the same cannot be said for their future descendants.
Therefore, I have been striving for perfection and wanted to set up a complete set of rules and regulations for my descendants. Even if they are not smart, they can still be emperors of peace as long as they follow the training policies.
This training record should contain the naming rules for the clan's children, but Zhu Biao hasn't heard about it yet, and the order of generation should not be determined yet. However, the last character of the third generation descendant of the Zhu family should be "fire" and it cannot be changed.
Already.
The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are in harmony with each other. Lao Zhu's own character "Zhang" represents the meaning of Jin Ge, which is a sharp weapon to kill the Yuan Dynasty. Zhu Biao and his brothers are all next to the character "wood", which means metal produces wood, and wood produces fire.
The next agent should be next to the character fire.
But in this situation, it is reasonable for Lao Zhu to specially make his eldest grandson special. Zhu Biao didn't bother to guess. After all, he was born in the royal family. To be honest, the name is not very important. There are not many times when the name is really used. It has always been
It's all kinds of honorifics.
After seeing the children, Zhu Biao got up and went to court. After Zhu Biao's persuasion, Lao Zhu finally agreed that after autumn and winter, the morning court session would be postponed, and the civil and military officials could finally enjoy more time in warm bedding.
Almost five years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the officials were desperate. They went to court every day under the stars and the moon. Spring and summer were just fine, but winter and autumn were the hard times. Especially the officials at the Yushitai of the Hanlin Academy. They were noble, but they were also really poor.
The poor army couldn't even take care of a donkey cart in the morning, and came here shivering while staring at the wind and snow every day.
Zhu Biao's move moved the officials of the Hanlin Academy to hold a poetry meeting to sing about the benevolence of His Royal Highness. This can only be said that the oppression is tight, and it would be a great kindness to loosen it a little...
Walking into a warm class room, this has never happened before. Lao Zhu has always been thrifty and is reluctant to even use charcoal fire for himself. How could he burn so much charcoal for officials to warm their hands before going to court? That is to say, after the appearance of civilian charcoal, charcoal fire
It is widely used everywhere.
Zhu Biao walked to the back and sat down as everyone stood up to greet him. Zhao Wenjing, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, personally poured a cup of hot tea. Zhu Biao took it with a smile and said, "The Ministry of Revenue will not be short of food again, right?"
Zhao Wenjing chuckled and said: "Your Highness, where are you? All the taxes from various places have been collected and deposited in Taicang. If I tell Your Highness now that I don't want to, I'm afraid I will have hot tea thrown in my face."
Zhu Biao still admired this Hubu Shangshu. Although this person was quite close to Hu Weiyong, it did not hinder him. After all, the Prime Minister led the Zhongshu Province and governed the six yamen.
Zhu Biao took a sip of hot tea and asked: "Has the Ministry of Household Statistics calculated the acres of land this year?"
Zhao Wenjing was short and fat, holding his bulging belly and smiling like Maitreya Buddha: "I was about to report to the Holy One and His Highness this morning that this year, 106,622 hectares and 40 hectares of land were cultivated in all counties and counties in the world.
