"No rudeness!"
Wang Chaoluan shouted angrily, but it was his own prince Li Yuanxu who charged.
This is the first time for Li Yuanxu to see his concubine mother protecting others like this, and besides, she is an insignificant and humble person. He couldn't save face for a while. Just as he was about to reply, he saw her dignified and depressed face, with a preoccupied look on her face After all, he didn't dare to touch the concubine's Ni Lin at this moment, so he could only hold back and glared at Li Yuanmin viciously.
Wang Chaoluan took a deep breath, looked Li Yuanlang up and down, and said with a half-smile: "The Second Highness is really good at provoking."
Li Yuen Long was startled, and hurriedly cupped his hands: "Yuen Long dare not."
He secretly regretted the provocative move just now. If it is private, forgive that barbarian Li Yuanxu who can only be manipulated by himself. However, in front of Wang Chaoluan, a master who has been in the harem for more than ten years, how can he not see him? Think about it.
He was hiding it very deeply, but he was born to make him lose his temper when he met that bastard. I don't know if Wang Chaoluan will hold on to this matter, if...
He was breathing heavily for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Wang Chaoluan turned away and told him that he couldn't interrupt for a while, and his heart became more and more uneasy, so he could only retreat to the side with his hands down.
Today, Wang Chaoluan is very well-dressed, every detail is delicate, but she is exhausted after days of hard work and dreamy at night. Even though she is meticulously groomed with rouge and powder, she can still see some dark shadows. Even though Qing He was dexterous, she still couldn't hide the look of fatigue on her face, and there was a ray of dryness between her brows that she felt restless.
She is not a mediocre person. These days, she has been devastated to fill the silver hole for disaster relief in western Zhejiang. Coupled with the matter of the autumn election, she has almost exhausted her efforts.
But the North Marquis Mansion of Keqi Town is still tight-lipped, and there is no rumor at all. Not to mention them, the First Prince's side has also been shut down, as if the autumn election, which Tianhuang nobles attach great importance to, has nothing to do with him, Sima Ji .
Seeing that the two princes are growing up gradually, some things... have to speed up the process. In the matter of fighting for the Zhenbeihoufu, although the eldest prince did not have the first chance, but who can tell someone to have a good uncle? The left minister of the Zhao family, Zhao Gou, has many disciples, even if he can't win over the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, he still controls almost half of the court power, how can she survive.
What is the plan of this old fox, Sima Ji
She didn't believe that Sima Ji was sincerely willing to be this pure minister, but she was afraid that if he wanted to be, the Zhenbei Hou family behind him would not make him do what he wanted—which honorable family can stand alone in the party struggle? With the succession of new emperors in successive dynasties, the forces in the dynasties are all ebb and flow. If he does not fight, he will be someone else. A century-old family cannot tolerate indifference.
It's meaningless to speculate now. It will be known after noon today. Fortunately, Sima Ji and Zhao Zuoxiang have always had a gap. Their chances of winning today are not insignificant. It's just that it's not the end. Her harem experience taught her to understand one thing-never count anything until it falls into the bag.
I was worried about sleepiness, and saw my own son so stupid early in the morning. He said Li Yuen Lang's simple way two or three times. He was so stupid that he became someone's sword and gun. He didn't know anything in his life, and he was really annoyed. , this Li Yuen Long... After all, he has grown up, but his mind is more than a little bit more.
He felt a little jealous, but at this moment, she naturally wouldn't find any trouble with him. She just wanted to beat him after today's business was over, lest he forget his duty!
Pieces and piles of things together made her feel furious, but Wang Chaoluan was an extraordinary person, but immediately suppressed it with all his strength, pulled Li Yuanmin to say some words of comfort, and scolded Li Yuanxu at the same time.
She doesn't fully believe in Li Yuanmin's ability to understand the oracle, but if she is completely unafraid, it is impossible for her to do whatever she wants like before. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to worry about moving around to make up for it during this period of time. don't need to spend all kinds of efforts to win them over.
Yesterday, she gave Li Yuanxu all kinds of instructions, so that he would not wantonly abuse Li Yuanmin like in the past. Although she didn't explain the reason to her, she spoke cautiously. Presumably he also understood the importance of it, but he didn't want to—this dear son, what should he do? When will she be responsible
It was a few false accusations at first, but when I got angry, I started cursing and cursing. Li Yuanxu was already angry in his heart, but he was filial and didn't dare to contradict him face to face. Li Yuanxu was angry and gritted his teeth In my heart, Li Yuanmin had calculated several more accounts.
It seemed that he had done enough, so Wang Chaoluan stepped forward to comfort Li Yuanmin.
Li Yuanmin looked very grateful, so, the turmoil in the morning seemed to be so easily exposed in everyone's various thoughts.
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Compared with the past, today's Taiyuan Academy is extraordinarily solemn and solemn.
Since the founding of the country, the Bei'an Dynasty followed the previous dynasty and set up three provinces and six ministries. In addition, the Ministry of Rites set up a special supervisor for the autumn election, which shows its grandeur.
After the three rounds of bells and drums, Emperor Mingde led all the officials in the harem to pay homage to Confucius and sacrifice to heaven and earth.
After a while, the bells and drums closed, Emperor Mingde sat in the main seat, and then set up curtains, and Empress Sima and all the concubines sat in the middle according to their positions.
On the high cloud platform, Emperor Mingde stretched out his hands to the worshiping officials: "All loves, please rise up."
Baiguanshan call long live.
Zhao Gou, the prime minister of the left, has the oldest qualifications and is over the age of ears. The emperor gave him the special gift to sit alone at the bottom, and the rest of the officials were seated according to their ranks. , his son Sima Yu, who was sixteen years old, sat on his left side. The father and son sat with their eyebrows folded. They generally had a good bearing and appearance, but Sima Ji was born in the army. Not to be underestimated.
The autumn election first shows the favor of the heavenly family, and the second is to select close ministers for the prince. After all the officials are seated, the ceremonial supervisor unfolds the file, praises the kindness of the heavenly family, and summons the heavenly grace. In this way, it is the hour of Chen.
The four princes entered from the south gate. The eldest prince Li Yuanqian walked first, followed by the fourth prince Li Yuanxu, followed by the second prince Li Yuanlang and third prince Li Yuanmin who were born to daughter Ji.
The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of which is different, but the last one... is a bit weaker, not like a royal son.
The presence of officials are so emotional.
Li Yuanqian took his seat with a golden sword on a horse. Last month, he turned sixteen. He already looked like an adult. It's not thin, he was allowed to open his teeth and build a mansion early on, and the prince's mansion was given to him, and the house was supervised by the House of Internal Affairs, which was quite grand.
Master Zuo looked at his heroic nephew from afar, and couldn't help stroking his beard, showing love and appreciation.
Concubine Wang hides behind the bead curtain, looking at Li Yuanqian, who is more than one head taller than her son, with a calm demeanor, she can't help but feel jealous, and seeing Li Yuanxu yawning quietly behind her, she feels in her heart It was even a fire.
Empress Sima also saw it, smiled lightly, and Chu Guiren behind her understood, raised her eyebrows and said: "It seems that the Fourth Highness has been quite hard these days, and our imperial concubine has worked hard."
Wang Chaoluan didn't know the insinuating meaning of the queen's dog leg, and replied with a sneer: "This child in the palace is stupid, so I have to work harder. How can my younger sister understand the suffering here, empress, don't you think so? "
The meaning is very clear—you two are not qualified to suffer from teaching the prince.
Chu Guiren's complexion tightened, and he turned his head away with a soft snort. Empress Sima didn't show any expression, but said: "Watching the ceremony, don't make any noise."
The rest of the concubines had various expressions on their faces. Some watched the battle gleefully, some felt self-pity after hearing the words, and some endured hatred... Only Concubine Zhao Shu, the biological mother of the eldest prince, did not participate in the tide. Looking at a certain figure under the cloud platform with infatuation.
Behind the curtain is a big battlefield, even more so in front of the curtain.
The Autumn Selection assesses the princes separately according to four parts: poems, fus, current essays, and theories. Although it is said that the proposition will be announced on the same day, but like the four princes, they have naturally obtained it from the Imperial Academy in advance through various means. The proposition, and the essays for the exam were drafted by the shogunate, and they were embellished with embellishments. The end is brilliant.
The sun gradually shifted to the center, and when it was three o'clock, the ceremonial supervisor rang the bell, and the princes on the cloud platform put down their pens and papers. It was inevitable that the handwriting was recognized, and several eunuchs who wrote the pens collected the files in the curtain Later, it was transcribed, placed in four secret boxes, and presented to the emperor.
Emperor Mingde casually opened a secret box, flipped through two volumes, smiled on his face, said hello repeatedly, and ordered the ritual officer to hang the scrolls on the wooden girder of the cloud platform for all officials to judge and divide them into four grades. Zhu Bixiang and Xuan Xuan four-color jade slips were placed according to their merits.
But today's focus is obviously not on how the princes did in the exam, but on how the marquises of these aristocratic families make their choices. Of course, most of them are fixed, and the biggest variable today is Zhenbei Hou Sima Ji.
Although everyone is pretending to be appreciative of works, their eyes can't help but gather on Lord Zhenbei. However, he seems to have not paid attention, and he walks calmly. Compiled, chatted and laughed happily, and occasionally pointed out articles, poems and Fu on the wooden beam.
After Wang Chaoluan sat anxiously under the curtain, she waited for half a day but did not see Sima Ji put down the jade slips. Her heart was almost hanging in her throat, and she secretly scolded the old fox for being too ostentatious.
The cloud platform was flowing secretly, and everyone paid attention to the number of four-color jade slips. Only Li Yuanmin was not here. He just stared at the table in front of him in a daze. It slowly seeped through, staining the table with an indelible stain.
Looking at the ink color, his heart felt strangely peaceful.
When we met again, he thought he couldn't even hold a pen.
Since stepping into the cloud platform, that gaze has always been on his face.
He slowly raised his head and met a pair of warm and elegant eyes.
In his previous life, under such gaze, he walked towards an irreversible end step by step.