In the quiet and scary hall, occasionally there would be the sound of flipping papers, mixed with a few light coughs. Right now, the tallest person in Jingguo put down a memorial from the northern border, with a calm expression on his face. , showing a little fatigue.
"The disaster year has just passed, the floods in the south are beginning to appear, and the banditry in the northwest is still pending. Qi is ready to move, and wants to invade the border of our country... Could it be that I am really not a good emperor? Why does God let the people of our country suffer so much? suffering?"
After reading several memorials in succession, they were all such disturbing things, the man muttered a few words, but for a moment he didn't know whether to continue reading.
At this moment, the door of the palace opened quietly, and a hunched figure walked in without a sound.
This is a wrinkled old man with a clean white face, wearing an ordinary gray robe, walked up the steps, stood still in front of the large table, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yan is visiting relatives today. Returning, waiting outside the palace."
There was a trace of femininity in the old voice, but no emotion could be heard.
"It's very late, go and tell her, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow." Hearing this, the man waved his hand and said.
He was restless at this moment, he didn't want to see anyone, not even his favorite empress, and naturally he didn't want to see Concubine Yan either.
The old man nodded, then quietly retreated.
After a while, he walked in again, presented something in his hand, and replied: "Return to Your Majesty, Concubine Yan has already returned to the palace, and I sent this old slave to present this thing to Your Majesty. This thing is called Ruyilu. It was brought back by the mother-in-law, and it is said that it has the effect of dispelling fatigue."
"Oh?" Emperor Jing took the small porcelain bottle from him, and was about to open it, when the old man said again: "Your Majesty, the origin of this thing is unknown, should we let the Imperial Medical Office inspect it first, and then..."
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's all her wish, and Concubine Yan won't harm me... By the way, how should I use this thing?"
"Concubine Yan said, just drop this on your hand." The old man said.
He had personally tested it just now, and when this substance was dripped on his body, it would indeed emit a peculiar smell, which could make people's spirits tremble slightly, and it could be regarded as having the effect of dispelling fatigue.
Judging from his decades of experience, this substance is not a poison. Of course, if this substance needs to be taken to take effect, no matter whether Concubine Yan is kind or not, he will not let His Majesty put herself in danger.
The man opened the lid of the porcelain bottle, and a burst of fragrant smell wafted out from it.
After hearing that some students used Ruyilu to help with their studies, Li Yi added a little more mint to Ruyilu. Since they want to refresh themselves, let them add enough at once.
Before dropping this thing on the hand according to the method Yan Fei said, he already felt that his mind was so clear. A strange color flashed in Emperor Jing's eyes, and he murmured: "This thing is also strange... the hometown of Yan Fei. If it is in Qing'an Prefecture, then add this item to Qing'an Prefecture's tribute, and send a batch every month."
Now that it had the effect of relieving fatigue, he put the porcelain bottle aside, reached out and took the next memorial, after opening it, he smiled and said: "What a coincidence, this memorial was handed over by the prefect of Qing'an. "
The memorial was very long, with more than a thousand words in it, and it took him a quarter of an hour to read it.
After reading it, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he said: ""Disciple Regulations"..., it is really a top-notch Mongolian training article. Such articles are actually written by a scholar. When the old guys see it, I’m afraid they will be ashamed to face others.”
He picked up a pen and wrote the word "Zhun", which means that Dong Zhifu wants to implement this Mongolian training in Qing'an Mansion, and he has approved it.
Although compared with the things he was troubled with, this was nothing more than a trivial matter, but it was one of the few good news, which made the haze in his heart slightly dissipate.
Of course, he just glanced at the scholar's name and didn't take it seriously.
If this article is really carried out, then the scholar can be regarded as a meritorious person, but a scholar is not worthy of the emperor to personally reward him, and the local government will naturally do these things.
Seeing the man, he seemed to feel a little better, and the old eunuch's cold expression eased, he stepped forward again, and said, "Your Majesty, Princess Yongle has sent you a letter."
"Oh, girl Yongle, did you finally think of her father?" Emperor Jing showed a smile on his face. Hearing this news, he threw all the troubles behind him and said, "Where is the letter? Let me see."
The old eunuch took out a letter from his sleeve, and he didn't know how many things could be hidden in his sleeve. When he poked it out for the second time, he actually took out a small wine jar and said, "Your Majesty, this is also a letter." It was sent by Princess Yongle."
Emperor Jing was slightly taken aback when he saw this, took the wine jar, and after opening, a strong aroma of wine spread over the surface.
Just by smelling it, he knew that the wine was definitely not bad, and the throat of the old eunuch beside him couldn't help but twitched.
When checking the wine just now, he didn't even hold back and took a sip secretly, and he still has a strong aftertaste of the strong taste.
"Good wine!" After taking a sip of strong wine, Emperor Jing's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "That girl in Yongle knows what I like!"
Can't wait to open the letter, part of the content of the letter is about the official situation of Qing'an Mansion, Emperor Jing smiled, with her there, there is no need to send a censor.
After that, it was the greetings between father and daughter. Yongle's temper became a bit more stubborn, but he was sensible since he was a child, and he loved him the most. Even though he was in the royal family, the relationship between father and daughter was still very deep.
When he saw the ending, the expression on Emperor Jing's face froze, showing a little astonishment, and murmured: "Anxi county captain... Li Yi?"
Seeing this name, there was a trace of doubt on his face. The next moment, he seemed to think of something, and opened the memorial again. After a while, his face showed a look of surprise.
"Yong Le actually admires this person so much... Forget it, just do it as she pleases." Emperor Jing muttered a few words, then suddenly said: "Changde."
"The old slave is here." The old eunuch said in a low voice.
"Designation."
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"Tomorrow, someone will send this decree to Qing'an Mansion."
Emperor Jing was in a good mood tonight, after finishing writing a decree, he looked at the unfinished memorials on the table and waved his hand: "I will approve these tomorrow."
The old lady overheard what he meant, and asked, "Where is Your Majesty resting tonight?"
Emperor Jing thought for a while and said, "Let's go to Xuanning Palace."
Xuanning Palace, the residence of Concubine Yan.