November 19th.

There are still two days until the winter solstice.

Zhu Yijun surrounded Xiyuan, sometimes holding his waist and walking slowly, sometimes swinging his forearms and running.

The three or five eunuchs were pretending to be out of breath and were a few steps behind - in principle, they could outrun the emperor, but the principle was in the emperor's hands.

Zhu Yijun has been used to this kind of thing for decades and doesn't feel anything at all.

He was running and thinking about things.

After inviting Zhang Juzheng back a few days ago, this man not only did not think of himself, but after hearing that he had used it for his own use in the court meeting, he joined Gao Yi and said that the renovation of Ciqing Palace has been completed, and Xiyuan is finally located. Being remote, now that the time has come, it’s time to move to Qianqing Palace.

This made Zhu Yijun a little embarrassed.

Yes, he originally said that he would hide in Xiyuan for a year and then go back when Ciqing Palace was repaired.

Not only because the Ciqing Palace was burned and I felt resentful, but also to clean up the inner court and dismiss or relocate all the eunuchs, maids, and craftsmen.

Now that the anger has dissipated and the palace has been cleaned, it should be safe.

It's time to go back.

But... Zhu Yijun is already used to staying in Xiyuan!

When he goes back to Qianqing Palace, where can he run all day and fish easily?

Working indoors all day long, and often relaxing outdoors, the mental state of a person is completely different.

But there was nothing I could do, who made me say that my time was short in the first place.

Therefore, Zhu Yijun had no choice but to reluctantly express his position, saying that it was too cold in winter to move house, and that he would move back when spring came.

In addition to compromise, there is also the intention of procrastination.

He remembered that historically, in November of this year, Cining Palace was supposed to be burned down—this was the palace of the Ming Dynasty. It was hot in summer and dry in winter, and there was always a fire every year.

I wanted to use this as an excuse to continue wandering around Xiyuan.

But I don’t know if it’s because after the Qing Dynasty, the eunuchs and maids had all been washed, so I never saw Xing Xingzi.

In addition to this matter, matters in the harem have also occupied Chang Zhu Yijun's mind from time to time recently.

Two days later it is not only the Winter Solstice, but also Queen Mother Li's Christmas Day.

Since the late emperor died less than three years ago, and the inner court wanted to set an example for diligence and economy, it was natural that it was not prepared to be extravagant and wasteful.

However, one yard must be one yard, and it would be hard to afford not to be extravagant, but as a son, he always wanted to express his feelings.

The fixed program of copying Buddhist scriptures is indispensable. Even if I choose a scripture with a smaller number of words, I have copied it for several days, and I am still missing one or two pages.

Of course, these are nothing.

What troubles Zhu Yijun the most is the use of excuses by the two queen mothers...

When Zhu Yijun thought of this, he had just completed two laps and returned to the pavilion beside Taiye Pool, whereupon he stopped thinking.

Outside the pavilion, Zhang Hong was waiting here with a hot towel in his hand.

Zhu Yijun supported his knees with his hands, leaned over and looked at the ground, breathing in and out with concentration. While recovering his strength, he also waited for Zhang Hong to wipe the sweat from his forehead and back of his neck.

After the sweat on my body was wiped off, I immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

Just as Zhu Yijun was thinking about it, he felt that his movements were much gentler and did not seem like Zhang Hong's technique.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw a pair of slender, white hands on his neck, wiping his sweat.

Zhu Yijun stepped back quietly and took the hot towel from Li Baiyang's hand: "I'll do it myself."

Upon hearing this, Li Baiyang obediently took a new hot towel and handed it to the emperor.

Then he stood aside with his hands tied and didn't say much.

Zhu Yijun secretly thought it was troublesome.

This is the use of the two palaces!

I don’t know which loyal minister who realized the Sacred Heart reported it to the two palaces.

It's the Queen Mother's Day, so we might as well take advantage of this auspicious day to give advance instructions for the emperor's draft - the emperor's draft requires state and county auditions and knockout rounds in Beijing, which is a long time. Now, let's give the instructions in advance and choose for a year and a half.

Your Majesty is almost fourteen years old. He will get married at that time and is at the right age.

Wonderful political speculation.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to know the emperor's connections. The emperor personally asked for a memorial from the two palaces, and he was quietly admitted.

However, the speculations of courtiers could easily be suppressed at this time, and the idea of ​​the two palaces was unexpected by the emperor.

The next day, Li Baiyang, who had tutored Princess Yanqing in her enlightenment, was sent to the emperor, saying that it was the intention of the two palaces to take care of the emperor's daily life.

Queen Mother Li once even hinted that she had passed the test - her wrists were not short, her feet were not big, her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and there were no scars all over her body, everything was in compliance with the standards.

Empress Dowager Chen's statement was even more direct, saying that if Zhu Yijun wanted to pick it, he only had to pay attention to moderation.

What a sin.

Zhu Yijun glanced at the girl in front of him who was three years older than him.

She has a beautiful face, her cheeks are round, white and tender, and her cheeks are not open, making her look extremely green.

Even though her facial features are exquisite, due to her age, she can only be called cute.

He then recalled the scene he saw without warning when he was taking a bath yesterday, the tall figure, the long and plump legs, covered in smoke...

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but trembled.

He coughed lightly and searched for words at random: "I heard that Princess Yanqing has started to learn to read?"

Li Baiyang nodded briskly, with a smile on his face: "The princess is smart and learns quickly."

Zhu Yijun hummed absently: "If you have time, you can also learn logic."

Princesses always have to get married, so it's okay not to learn arithmetic or anything like that, but at least learn logic and combine it with the Four Books and Five Classics, and you can be a more understanding person.

After saying that, he almost calmed down and waved his hand: "You are no longer needed here, just go back and take care of the Holy Mother."

Li Baiyang bowed and stepped back in a very sensible manner.

Zhu Yijun looked at the woman's back and shook his head with a complicated expression.

It's good-looking, but it's a pity that I married a man from the Ming Dynasty.

It is not a good thing to marry too early.

What if the first child is a son?

Is there any prince in the world who has lived for fifty years?

Political life does not end at the moment of death, but at the moment when the successor fully matures.

This is also the reason why ancient emperors often had fathers and sons killing each other.

Since he is still young, of course he cannot sow hidden dangers for his future business just because of his impulse.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yijun patted Zhang Hong inexplicably and said with emotion: "It's better to run!"

You still have to run! Run more to avoid being accidentally plotted by the queen of the two palaces!

Zhang Hong entered the palace early and had no idea what the little emperor was talking about.

He had no choice but to pretend that he had not heard the words and turned to the business: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wang Ge and Ma Ziqiang, the Minister of Rites, have been waiting for an audience outside Chengguang Hall for a long time."

Zhu Yijun frowned, why are people looking for him every day?

That's all for the past, today he has to inspect the military situation of the inner court.

This was all said half a month in advance.

When it comes to sight reading, it must be agreed in advance and people are prepared - sight reading is not about recruiting people, but about using minimal investment to get things back on track.

If you go without saying a word, you are called a supervisor, and you are rushing to recover losses, which is not the same thing.

Zhu Yijun asked: "What is it?"

If it doesn't matter, then postpone it for a while, which is reasonable.

Secretary Zhang never loses track of his duties.

He bowed and said: "Shang Shu Ma said that it involves military matters, so he went to the cabinet to discuss it with Mr. Wang Ge early this morning."

"But the two opinions could not be unified for a while, and they were unwilling to go to court to discuss the issue, so they joined hands to find your Majesty."

When Zhu Yijun heard this, his brows could not help but frown even more.

The two of them were from the same party and did not want to argue at court meetings and make outsiders laugh, but Zhu Yijun understood.

But if you, Ma Ziqiang, are the Minister of Rites, what kind of military affairs can you be involved in?

Is the clan in rebellion? The prince's students are parading in the streets? Or is there some divination in the winter solstice offering sacrifices to heaven?

Zhu Yijun couldn't figure out the reason for the moment.

But since it involves military matters, it obviously cannot be avoided.
To be continued...