After receiving the eunuch's reply, Zhu Jinghong entered Qianqing Palace and then came to Nuange.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the scroll next to him.
He originally came to report on the peace talks, but at this moment he temporarily changed his mind and went to the scroll on his own.
"Dad...this painting..."
"The painting is so good!"
Knowing that he couldn't hold back any good words, Zhu Xianming asked : "What's good about it?"
"Everything is good!" Zhu Jinghong turned around and replied.
The scene in the painting, which is called a loving father and a filial son, was an opportunity for Zhu Jinghong to use the theme.
So before the emperor could ask questions, he continued: "Hunting is still interesting. If you go again when you have time, my son will lead the horse and rein for you!"
After saying this After a sentence, Zhu Jinghong turned around and asked: "Dad, has the lion that was shot that day been skinned and made into a robe?"
The lion was only shot in the eye, and the whole body was covered with fur. It is complete and perfect for making a robe.
"Then you have to ask Shang Gongju!"
Zhu Xianming responded, and then asked: "How was the discussion?"
Speaking of business, Zhu Jinghong Then he came to the emperor, bent his waist and replied: "We haven't reached a conclusion yet, and the Junggar people are still threatening us..."
Then Zhu Jinghong talked about the negotiation process.
In fact, Zhu Xianming already knew the result before he came. He also knew how Zhu Jinghong suppressed the two ministers before the negotiations began.
As a monarch, you don’t have to understand specific matters, but you must be able to use the right people and suppress them.
Now it seems that Zhu Jinghong makes no mistakes in hiring people, and the ministers of civil and military affairs can suppress him. This is indeed a very excellent quality.
Zhu Jinghong had no idea that when he was talking about the pros and cons, the emperor was becoming more and more satisfied with him.
"So my son thought that they came here just to paralyze the court!"
"When they catch their breath, they will definitely start a war with our court, but then they will Let's be passive!"
Picking up the teacup, Zhu Xianming asked: "So what do you think should be done?"
Zhu Jinghong replied: "It depends on what you think. To quell the Junggars, we just have to fight the rebellion step by step. In order to paralyze the Junggars, it is not impossible to negotiate with them!"
"If I feel that fighting the rebellion is a waste of people and money, of course it is okay to negotiate with them! !”
As for the counter-insurgency war in the northwest, there are actually many objections, including from military generals.
After all, fighting costs money and lives, so it is normal to be disliked by others.
Zhu Xianming said in a deep voice: "The Junggars are ambitious and collude with the Rakshasa people. Of course they must be completely pacified!"
Zhu Jinghong replied: "Then the matter is simple, nothing more than Tactically adapt to changes!"
"So..."
Zhu Jinghong repliedSaid: "If we can get him to withdraw from Turpan, it is not impossible for us to temporarily stop the troops!"
"As for the conditions we have set, my son seems to be too harsh, and it is impossible for the Junggar people to agree!"
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After nodding slightly, Zhu Xianming said no more, but said: "Then you go back to your home!"
"Yes!"
Zhu Jinghong paid his respects After that, when he was about to go out, he was stopped by the emperor again.
"If you like the painting just now... you can take it back!"
The emperor suddenly said this, which was completely beyond Zhu Jinghong's expectations. < /p>
Zhu Xianming said with a smile: "In the final analysis, it is just a painting. You have made a lot of contributions in the past two years, so giving you a painting is nothing!"
" I was beaten yesterday, and today I will give you paintings...sticks and carrots?" Zhu Jinghong thought to himself.
"This..."
"Mother-in-law, don't you think so?" Zhu Xianming asked with a frown.
"My son dare not!"
So Zhu Jinghong took the scroll, but he was very confused because he was not sure of the emperor's new ideas.
Being at a loss for advancement and retreat, being stuck on both sides, this is what he is experiencing now.
Just when he was about to thank him, he heard the emperor say: "It's just that this painting is missing a poem. You go back and think about it!"
"Dad...you asked your son to write a poem." ?" Zhu Jinghong asked uncertainly.
"What? No?"
Zhu Jinghong looked embarrassed and said: "You know, my son can do well in marching and fighting, but he knows nothing about learning. It is really difficult for him to write poems. !"
Picking up the tea cup, Zhu Xianming said in a dissatisfied tone: "I'm not asking you to take the Jinshi exam, how difficult can it be?"
"I'm not asking you to play in the house as a punishment. You have been a woman for a few months, and Wang Pei'an has also returned to Beijing, so you can let him give you lessons!"
These words made Zhu Jinghong dumbfounded. He thought he could rest for a few months, but he didn't know that the emperor had already given him a lesson! Prepare to give him some strength.
"This..."
"Are you going to resist the order again?" Zhu Xianming put down the tea cup and looked up at his son in front of him.
"Of course not...I dare not lie to you. My son actually likes to study, but he has never met a famous teacher before!"
"Especially when the princess is having a banquet with the ladies in the house. , reciting poems, writing poems, talking about the past and the present, always makes my son yearn for it, so..."
"Okay, okay, it's true!" Zhu Xianming interrupted impatiently.
"Nothing, just go back!"
"Yes!"
With the painting in his arms, Zhu Jinghong turned and left.
After leaving Qianqing Palace, he did not go back directly to the palace, but went to Kunning Palace to visit the queen.
The queen fell ill in the past two days, so even if he was unhappy with the emperor, Zhu Jinghong never went to complain to his old mother.
After entering Kunning Palace, he realized that the queen had just fallen asleep, so Zhu Jinghong only glanced outside the bedroom, waited for almost half an hour, and then left.
The queen is still haggard, how can he bear to upset her again.
After leaving the palace, Zhu Jinghong went straight back to the palace, where Baochai was comforting the child.
Looking at his son who had already fallen asleep, Zhu Jinghong realized that he seemed to have spent too little time with him, and of course this included his daughter.
By staying at home during this time, he is also fulfilling his father's duties.
After putting the child back in the cradle, Baochai and Zhu Jinghong went to the front hall, and then she discovered Yuci's painting.
"This is it?"
"The old man rewarded it!" Zhu Jinghong replied.
"What are you painting?"
"The scene when I was hunting before!"
Nodding, Baochai Fang said: "Open it and take a look! ”
All the maids in the room were dismissed, so they could only unfold the scroll in person.
Looking at the scene depicted in the painting: "Father, didn't you say anything?"
"Let me be grounded in the mansion for a few months!"
"What else?" Baochai raised his head.
Sitting on a chair nearby, Zhu Jinghong said sadly: "You asked me to study hard and write a poem for this painting!"
As soon as he finished sighing, he heard that Baochai was dissatisfied. Said: "Oh... lift it up, the painting is wrinkled!"
So Zhu Jinghong had no choice but to straighten the scroll again, and at the same time began to think about the emperor's intention.
Of course the painting is not just a painting, it definitely represents the emperor's attitude, but you have to understand what it is specifically.
He originally thought that the reward represented comfort, but when he calmed down to write, and then observed the content on the scroll, he gradually changed his mind.
Is the first theme on the scroll the emperor’s bravery? Zhu Jinghong didn't think that was the case at the moment.
At this time, Baochai had already spoken: "What a scene of a loving father and a filial son!"
Facing Baochai's gaze, Zhu Jinghong said: "Do you think the painting is about a loving father and a filial son?" ?"
"What else?"
"So this is a warning to me to be filial?"
Baochai nodded and took care of himself. He took the scroll, walked to the desk in the side hall and said, "It should have this meaning!"
Zhu Jinghong stood up and followed him, asking, "What else does it mean?"
The painting was spread on the desk, and Baochai observed the details carefully, and then said: "Maybe it's nostalgia!"
"Nostalgia?" Zhu Jinghong was surprised. The word seemed to him to be inconsistent.
Turning to look at her husband, Baochai pointed at the father and son in the painting and said, "Don't you think...this moment is beautiful?"
Zhu Jinghong did not look at the painting. RatherDirectly recalling the memory in his mind, he admitted that it was indeed a harmonious day, and the father and son were just like ordinary people.
"Yes!" Zhu Jinghong nodded slightly, but he was actually reluctant to admit it.
Baochai sat on the chair and said more and more firmly: "So... His Majesty should hope that your father and son will get back together!"
Zhu Jinghong continued to think deeply about what he just analyzed. , if he were a bystander, he would also be able to tell that he was in the middle of the game, so it was difficult for him to look at himself.
"What do you really mean?" Zhu Jinghong asked uncertainly.
Baochai then replied: "Whether it is true or not, if you follow this idea, at least you won't make a big mistake!"
"Yes!"
Zhu Jinghong just responded when he heard Baochai say: "Help me grind the ink!"
"What to do?" Zhu Jinghong asked subconsciously.
"I'll help you compose a poem... Is it possible for you to come?" Baochai asked angrily.
"Your handwriting is more beautiful after all, I'm afraid..."
"I'll write it down and you can just copy it!"
" That's fine!"
So, Zhu Jinghong started doing the boy's work, while Baochai picked up his pen and frowned in thought.
After Zhu Jinghong finished polishing the ink, Baochai dipped it in the ink and started writing on white paper. He actually wrote three poems in a row.
After a cursory reading, Zhu Jinghong was amazed at Baochai's talent. He could write the father's kindness and son's filial piety so deeply that he could adapt the rhythm of chanting the saints.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Baochai snatched the paper directly, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.
"What are you doing? It's very good!" Zhu Jinghong asked.
Baochai stood up, walked to a chair nearby and sat down, and said, "It's just because the writing was okay, so I threw it away!"
"Why?" Zhu Jinghong asked in confusion .
Baochai replied casually: "You don't want to take the imperial examination, so why do you write so well?"
Although it was a joke, it also revealed the reason.
When he walked in front of Baochai, Zhu Jinghong stretched out his hand to pull her up, and at the same time said: "Then you should rewrite it!"
Baochai tried his best to slap his hand away, but Baochai Said: "Why are you in a hurry? You have to be grounded for a while anyway, so why not write again after a while?"
"Okay, okay... that's up to you!" Zhu Jinghong said with a smile.
"There is something. I am extremely anxious. Please help me, Princess!"
"What's the matter?"
Looking up at Zhu Jinghong, only From the evil smile on the other person's face, Baochai realized what was going on.
Looking at Zhu Jinghong who had already rushed towards him, Baochai dodged and said: "It's broad daylight, you are shameless and I want you again!"
"You and I, husband and wife, who are you?" Dare you talk nonsense?"
After saying this, Zhu Jinghong picked Baochai up by the waist and walked towards the bedroom without waiting for her explanation.
There is no need to elaborate on the matter of turning one against another.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhu Jinghong just stayed in the house, listening to Wang Pei'an's daily lessons with him.
In the past few days, several major events occurred in the court.
The first one is the generals involved in the case. Their results were determined. Seven of the more than 30 people were dismissed, 13 were demoted and appointed, and the remaining 13 were demoted. Put it outside the capital.
Such a punishment, compared to Zhang Rulin's conviction, was the result of Zhu Xianming's forgiveness, but it actually gained him a wave of hearts.
As for Zhang Rulin, he was impeached by the Donggong clique and was accused of taking advantage of others. In the end, with the efforts of the Ruiwang clique, he was released to the county magistrate.
Not two days after this incident, the emperor issued another edict to commend King Rui for the rapid progress of the ceremony, and the reward was extremely generous
What made the East Palace uncomfortable the most However, all of the dozen or so officials recommended by Zhu Jingyuan for the national election of "virtuous" received the emperor's approval.
For a time, the momentum in Prince Rui’s Mansion soared, and it actually overshadowed the East Palace.
On the first day of March, in the evening, East Palace.
"Your Highness, what Mr. Chen Ge means is that our list must be changed so that he can report it to the Holy One!"
In a side hall of the East Palace, a bachelor Explaining carefully.
After Shen Jinxun and others had the results, Wang Peian set off for Jinling. After all, his mission was still there.
Looking at the revised list, Zhu Jingyuan could only agree to everything until he saw the last change.
To be precise, it is not a change, but the word "Jia She" has been crossed out.
Zhu Jingyuan knew very well how important it was to control the army, so he thought of relying on the Jia family, and then he thought of the mighty general Jia She.
Jia She has a first-grade San rank title. In theory, he can be the governor, but Zhu Jingyuan knows that this is unrealistic.
In order to reduce the emperor's suspicion as much as possible, Zhu Jingyuan did not let Jia She serve in the pro-army and Beijing camps, but planned to release him to Guangxi as the commander of the capital.
The remoteness of Guangxi did not make the emperor wary, and he had the task of pacifying South Vietnam to gain military glory. The most important thing was that the position of the commander-in-chief was vacant years ago, so it was the most suitable person to place Jia She. Location.
However, Zhu Jingyuan’s brilliant idea was rejected by his second assistant, Chen Jinyun.
As a cabinet minister, Chen Jinyun has always kept a distance from the three direct princes, but the situation has changed recently.
For example, right now, the bachelor actually took the initiative to give advice to the prince.
After folding the list, Zhu Jingyuan said slowly: "Tell Mr. Chen Ge that I agree with everything else, except that Jia She must be appointed as a military official!"
He has changed his statement here. , only requires a military position but no specific position.
"Yes!" The bachelor replied helplessly.
After this man retreated, another eunuch entered the palace, but he came to report Zhu Jing to him.Hong's situation.
He naturally had an informant in Prince Xiang’s Mansion and knew some basic information.
The content of today’s report was basically the same as in the past. Zhu Jingyuan asked the eunuch after asking a few questions.
"Father, do you really want to refrigerate Old Thirteen?" Zhu Jingyuan murmured in a low voice, still unsure.
This is Yuan Chun walking in. She heard what she just said, so she said: "Your Highness, let's just do our own thing well!"
Zhu Jingyuan raised his head and saw that he had arrived. The wife in front of me stood up with a smile: "You are right, as long as we are getting stronger, we are not afraid of threats from others!"
"Old Thirteen broke a taboo, had his salary cut and was grounded. The threat is not that big now..."
Hearing this, Zhu Jingyuan shook his head and said: "As long as he is not eliminated, the threat will not be small!"
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