Emperor Jing Xie Yan was also a wise man. From his name, he knew that his road to the throne was quite bumpy. Naturally, he could understand better than anyone else how a grandson of a royal family who lacked careful education would behave.
The more Yin Minglu behaves like a stubborn child from the countryside, the more he can connect with his former self, the more subtle emotions appear in his heart.
Therefore, although the young emperor's expression was calm, he was much gentler to the group of people who came here, "Minglu, you are the first time in the imperial city, and you are tired from the car all the way, you can go with me to see where you want to live. The courtyard, I will immediately send someone to clean it up and let you rest."
The people in Yun Mansion who thought they would be casually dismissed were flattered, they quickly bowed their heads and thanked him, thinking that everyone in the world called Emperor Jing a gracious and merciful one, and his name was indeed well-deserved, and he was so graceful to the queens with different surnames who came to fight the autumn wind.
Yin Minglu's face was also a little surprised, but he immediately thanked him, his body arched slightly, and he gave a small bow: "Brother Xie Huang."
This sentence of the emperor's brother was exchanged for a yard. They really took advantage of it. No wonder the image of the emperor's cousin in the original owner's memory was so splendid. Yin Minglu was very happy, and he couldn't help but bring a smile on his face.
This emotion was so obvious that Xie Yan couldn't ignore it, his eyes were slightly deep, and a casual smile flashed on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, this child seems to be very easy to satisfy, and he doesn't know whether it is because he is too young and inexperienced in the world, or the previous growth environment has not cultivated his ambition.
Royal people like to measure and measure, but everyone in Yunfu, from master to slave, is really careless. People from small border towns may have never seen the world, but they are simple and honest and happy. But it is precious. At this moment, everyone is thinking, the new emperor is really good, even better than the previous emperor.
Nanny Yin was also overjoyed. She had already made a plan to return to Yuncheng, but now that the yard is bigger, she can live here and serve the little master closely.
The young emperor glanced at her casually, and quickly judged the identity of the other party from the clothes that bound his chest, and then smiled at Yin Minglu: "It turns out that Minglu still has the habit of drinking milk." Otherwise, why would he not forget it with him? Take a nanny.
It's really an immature child.
The ancients believed that breast milk was nutritious, and weaning was generally late. There were many rich people or children of the royal family who still drank breast milk when they were ten years old, but Yin Minglu was definitely not among them. He was so misunderstood that he blinked his eyes and wrinkled his face into a small bitter gourd. .
After all, how should he explain to the emperor, who grew up in the deep palace, that the other party really underestimated how the poor family maximized the role of slaves. Some people have plump breasts, and their superficial occupation is a nanny. In fact, they are also part-time embroiderers, burning fires, cooking, etc. They are all-around pragmatic talents.
But he couldn't say that the emperor was wrong. The little head went through it once, but could not find any good words, so Yin Minglu had no choice but to give up.
The young emperor personally led Yin Minglu, he did not take the imperial carriage, but walked around the palaces as if he were visiting the back garden. He walked straight ahead, and introduced the courtyards in a calm tone. The speed was unhurried and slow. Wherever he went, the palace maids and eunuchs all knelt down and kowtowed, fully demonstrating the power of power.
And Yin Minglu and his party, like Grandma Liu, looked left and right in front of the towers, halls, and high pavilions, and their small mouths bent into an "O" shape from time to time. How to describe their attitude at the moment? It is almost the same as when later generations visited the Forbidden City under the guidance of a tour guide.
Except that the current tour guide is very honorable, and he is the most powerful and powerful person in the world.
However, after walking a few distances, Yin Minglu was out of breath and wanted to sit down with his knees and his short legs.
"Is Minglu tired?" Emperor Jing stopped and asked knowingly.
I thought that when the emperor asked such a question, the little head would shake like a rattle, but I never thought that the child would let out a milky voice: "Well."
The answer was not polite at all, so that the eunuch chief maharaja behind the emperor almost slipped and fell. He supported the brim of his hat, thinking that this Prince Yun was really young and lacked that tendon, otherwise would a normal person answer the emperor like this
Emperor Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "It is I who have not thought about it carefully. This palace is big and you are small. Next time, you should come with me in a chariot."
Is this emperor's chariot that people can sit in casually? Even the future favorite concubine and the courtier most valued by the emperor may not be eligible.
If it was a different person, at this moment, he would definitely kneel down in fear and refuse, or say that this move was not in line with the rules, but who is Yin Minglu? His body is pampered, and he doesn't want to be exhausted by himself. When he is about to play stupid and continue to play to the end, he hastily nodded his little head happily, continued to bow skillfully, and said in a tender voice, "Brother Xie Huang."
Anyway, if he got in the car, don't even think about him getting out.
I don't know if it's because of fatigue, the child's voice is full of slight hoarseness. Looking closely, the white forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat, which complements the boundless delicacy of the eyebrows, which is always the favorite of Emperor Jing. indigo color. The originally bright red mouth also turned a bit white, but at this moment, the small hand resting on the knee, breathing slightly, the appearance is pitiful and cute.
Looks really tired.
Xie Yan, who was just talking casually, no longer had the idea of taking back the words. Anyway, when the emperor opened his mouth, it was a golden mouth. Rao is that many people in the harem are surprised, but they have not changed.
"Minglu, along the way, which yard did you like? You can tell me."
Wang Gonggong also listened to this, he changed Fuchen's posture, thinking about how to answer if he was the prince of Yun Wang, he answered, "His Majesty's palace is beautiful everywhere, and the ministers are overwhelmed, I don't know what to do. The choice is entirely up to Your Majesty."
Or answer, "Wherever you go, the palaces and palaces are all in line with the hearts of the ministers, and no matter where they are, the ministers and others are at ease."
Unexpectedly, Prince Yun's son was different. He kept his small head down and picked melon seeds seriously, with a bit of adult-like contemplation on his face.
After a long while, I chose a yard that was farthest from the emperor's palace, but closer to the harem. The yard wasn't a big hit all the way.
Unexpectedly, this choice, the emperor raised his eyebrows.
Yin Minglu naturally has his own considerations. After passing through that gate, it is the harem.
Now it's deserted and quiet inside, except for the maids who swept away, there are almost no female dependents, so Yin Minglu's choice of that yard is not considered a taboo. When the original new emperor succeeded to the throne, he should have attracted many beautiful women, so as not to be reduced to two or three little flowers, but it was a coincidence that the Taishanghuang died first, because of the great achievements of the former emperor, the national mourning was celebrated for three years. Finally, after waiting for the courtiers to survive these three years, the empress dowager and the high-ranking concubines of the late emperor followed closely and died hand in hand.
Year after year of funerals, everyone in the harem was almost numb from eating vegetarian food. It was not easy to be liberated until this year, and the first general election since the emperor ascended the throne is scheduled for the spring of the following year.
When the general election comes next year, the closer the courtyard he chooses is to the harem, the closer he will be to Qin Manman, the heroine of the mission.
The prince's choice for Yin Minglu is that iron is not steel. You must know that the closer the mansion and courtyard are to the emperor, the greater the blessings that can be radiated, and the greater the favors that can be obtained. No matter what, the flattery is also close! This Prince Yun's heir is really unreasonable, and in the face of the emperor's gift, he has wasted a good opportunity in vain.
And Emperor Jing Xie Yan looked at the person in front of him, his body was thin and small, his pupils were black, and he was looking up at him with a small face, as if he was a good emperor who would care for his subjects and would definitely satisfy his little one. Xie Yan couldn't tell what he felt in his heart because of his complete trust, but he just subconsciously wanted to tease him and didn't want to meet the requirements of the person in front of him.
So he pondered for a while, turned a corner, and rejected Yin Minglu's request on the grounds that "your body is weak and the harem is too yin and qi is too heavy, and the location here is not appropriate".
Another courtyard was placed, and by coincidence, it was next to the place where the emperor's office rested. Ignoring the little guy's expression like a thunderbolt from the blue, it was decided.
Yin Minglu wanted to complain, since Emperor Jing made such a decision on his own, why did he drag him to see the room in the first place, seeing that he couldn't choose in the end.
The environment of the yard is naturally the best. It is full of four seasons flowers, and there is a crystal clear pond and rockery in the middle. Except that it is next to the emperor, there is nothing bad.
Xiaoman even exclaimed, murmured in his ear: "Prince, Shizi, you usually eat flower cakes the most. There are a lot of petals here. We can make them ourselves." You know, they are from Yuncheng. People, they were afraid that they would not be used to the sweets here when they came to the capital. Now that there are raw materials in the yard, they can make it.
But Yin Minglu's face was still gloomy, and he sighed while carrying his burden, feeling that he had to do it all over again for the original owner, but he still did not get rid of the original owner's fate, and was still "supervised".
At this time, Qin Manman, who was outside the palace, was also dressed in men's clothing and walked in and out of the poetry conference where all kinds of talents gathered. Jun Xuji, the brightest time of orange, yellow, orange and green, has made her gain a basket of talents.
Even if there is no complete poem, a few casual couplets are still amazing.
Looking at Qin Manman, who is admired by the stars and the moon, there are many officials and young ladies who are interested and questioning, similar to how a person's inspiration and talent can be so abundantly exposed, a poem a day, like a street product ? The style has also gone from graceful boudoir grievances to heroic frontier poems. Isn't this style too far
But in this regard, Qin Manman smiled and said that it was because of her temperament. If she really found the gunman, which song in this poetry banquet is not a stunning and brilliant song, can the gunman know its value? Why didn't one or two stand up, but let a young woman take the lead
Therefore, it is concluded that these are all created by her own hands.
Some people don't believe it, but most people believe it anyway.