Chapter 2523 Where Is the Equality? (Thanks to the Book Friend: "Qin Leaf" Becomes the New Leader of This Book)

"The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty had his first class today."

"I feel like I'm standing in the wind. The next strong wind might blow me away. The so-called Prime Minister..."

The sun is warm and the temperature is suitable, making people feel cool.

This is the best time of the year, on par with autumn.

But autumn is cold and harsh, so for the 61-year-old Yang Rong, he prefers the vibrant spring.

Yang Shiqi is waiting for a reply from his son in his hometown. He has been a little melancholy recently, so he is not in a good mood.

"Who knows what he taught? I guess he was bragging about science?"

Yang Shiqi lost his usual composure. Yang Pu glanced at him and said, "It must be. He needs to let His Highness remember the benefits of science, and then... maybe he will belittle Confucianism."

Huang Huai shook his head and said, "That is shaking the foundation of the Ming Dynasty. When His Highness grows up, how will he adapt? His Majesty will not allow Fang Xing to make trouble."

Yang Rong looked at the sunshine outside and said, "Youzi still hasn't come."

The Political Affairs Hall gradually became quiet again, leaving only the sound of flipping papers.

Zhu Zhanji was also busy until he saw a memorial.

The memorial was from the Imperial Clan Court, and mentioned questions such as whether the King of Han was doing well outside. Although it was long-winded and obscure, Zhu Zhanji still knew what they were thinking.

"Tell them that the King of Han is doing well in Huazhou. If there is a memorial, follow Xinghe Bo back to Beijing and copy it to the vassal kings in various places."

The thing that Daming is still a headache for is the vassal kings.

After the privileges of the gentry were abolished, the localities were not very polite to the vassal kings. What belongs to you is yours, and if it is not yours, don't be domineering, otherwise I will impeach you.

Since Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne, the good days of the vassal kings have ended.

Zhu Gaosui sent a memorial last month, saying that he was suffering in his fiefdom, and the local officials did not respect him, etc.

The vassal kings were not satisfied, but the martial arts of Daming were at their peak, and no one dared to rebel, so they were inevitably full of complaints.

So Zhu Gaoxu's voyage attracted a lot of attention.

Some of the princes thought that if they were not welcome here, they could find other places to stay. At worst, they could go overseas to find a place. Although the conditions were a little worse, they didn't have to pretend to be grandsons in the Central Plains.

Most of the princes were very conflicted.

After getting used to the wealth and comfort, asking them to start over in the wild areas was no different from exile.

So they looked at the capital and the emperor.

Are you really going to exile us?

So they rode out of the city and rushed to all directions.

Zhu Zhanji was still handling government affairs until it was slightly dark.

"Your Majesty, let's have dinner."

Yu Jia brought people in and lit the candles. Zhu Zhanji put down his brush and rubbed his eyes.

"Where is the prince?"

"His Highness has returned to Kunning Palace a long time ago and said he was very happy."

Yu Jia felt that Du Qian was really a fool. He taught the prince for so long, but he was not as good as Fang Xing who only took half a day of class.

"Let's have hot pot tonight."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little cold, and the cold air gradually overflowing from his bones made him frown slightly.

After dinner, Zhu Zhanji went to the harem.

He rarely went to Kunning Palace now, and when he did, he only went to see the two children.

The relationship between the emperor and the empress had turned into ice.

There were many speculations about this in the outside world, but they gradually faded away as the dust settled on the position of the crown prince.

Unless Hu Shanxiang suddenly went there, Concubine Sun's son would have no chance.

So those people used various means, and even knocked on the palace gate. The more reason was that Fang Xing occupied the position of the crown prince's teacher.

In the eyes of many people, anyone can take this position, but not Ke Xue and Fang Xing.

After seeing the familiar woman, Zhu Zhanji felt a little relieved, and then smiled slightly under the lights.

Sun also smiled slightly, and the two gradually approached, and then walked in side by side, and the cheers of children came from inside.

Yu Jia stood outside and watched this scene, whispering: "Where is the equality, even the queen can only be cold."

He glanced in the direction of Kunning Palace, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He knew that he could not serve the next emperor.

That is to say, after the emperor passed away, he would either go with him and be praised as a loyal servant, or he could only learn from Sun Xiang and guard the tomb.

Sun Xiang's ending was very dull. An Lun went to collect his remains, and then quietly begged the emperor to let Sun Xiang be buried somewhere in Tianshou Mountain.

But this request was not agreed, so An Lun found another place.

After all the trouble, many people in the palace envied Sun Xiang's fate.

And An Lun's image has improved a lot after this, but he has become more silent.

Yu Jia didn't know what his future would be like, but he was very worried.

He was not young anymore, and his body would react every winter, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Looking at those young eunuchs and palace maids, he would always stay for a moment longer, and then sigh.

But then he would be full of fighting spirit.

In the dark night, his eyes were bright, without any fatigue from a busy day.

Yu Jia could only rest after the emperor fell asleep.

When he returned to his residence, a maid had already drawn water and helped him wash his face and feet.

The water was slightly hot, and it was very comfortable to soak his feet.

When the water gradually cooled down, the maid who had been massaging his feet looked up and said, "Eunuch, dry them?"

Yu Jia nodded, and the maid took his feet out and wiped them dry with a towel.

"It's a bit cold."

Yu Jia closed his eyes.

The maid hesitated for a moment, but finally took off her clothes and put the big feet in her warm arms.

Half an hour later, Yu Jia, who woke up from a nap, drove away the maid and fell asleep on the bed.

He could only sleep for two hours, and then woke up.

After washing, he hurried to wait outside Sun's bedroom.

The eunuchs and maids had already changed shifts, and they all smiled flatteringly when they saw him coming.

After the emperor came out, the day in the palace was officially started.

And Potato's vacation was over.

He had enough time to go back and cancel his vacation, but Fang Xing drove him away after he had breakfast.

After leaving Fang's house, he rode into the city and went all the way to Feng Lin's house.

When he arrived at Feng's house, he knocked on the door with a small bundle.

"What are you doing here?"

The one who opened the door was Feng Lin's sister-in-law Yang. As the daughter of a "rich" family, she had to show up and do things after marrying in, which made her very upset.

When she saw that it was Potato, she said impatiently: "I have never seen anyone running to other people's houses all day long. Next time you come, ask others to open the door."

Potato smiled and endured it for Feng Lin's sake.

Yang's anger came from Feng Xiang's failure in the provincial examination last year, which made her feel that she married the wrong person, and even doubted her parents' eyes.

After entering, Potato said loudly outside the house: "Boy Fang Han, please meet the gentleman."

"Xiao Fang is here? Come in and see how this old man's painting looks."

Feng Youwei's voice came from the study on the side.

Potato went in, and Yang muttered outside for a while. Later, Feng Lin came back from buying vegetables, and Yang just smiled reluctantly.

"Sister-in-law, my brother is still studying?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile, and Yang nodded reluctantly, and the sister-in-law and the aunt separated.

"Good! This bird is very lively, sir. This painting can be used as a family heirloom."

Feng Lin heard Potato's voice and said outside: "You don't understand painting, and you are just fooling my father."

Her voice was crisp, and there was silence inside for a moment, then Feng Youwei smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I'll give you this painting."

"Thank you, sir. I'll come to ask for advice next time I have a day off."