"Shut up!" Jing Shao walked in with a cold face.
Standing in the center of the study, Song Lingxin, who pinched his waist with one hand, swallowed the breath he had mentioned about his chest.
Sitting at the desk, Mu Hanzhang frowned slightly. When he saw Jing Shao coming in, his expression softened a little. He stood up and gave him a salute: "Your Highness is back."
Jing Shao walked over to Mu Hanzhang and glanced at Song Lingxin and the two maids behind her: "Song Lingxin, what is your attitude towards the princess?"
"Your Majesty~" Song Ling cried out in grievance, took a deep breath and said, "The concubine is for the peace of the palace, the princess he..."
"Shut up!" Jing Shao felt a headache when he heard Song Lingxin's shrill voice, turned to look at the people around him, and asked in a slow tone, "Jun Qing, what's going on?"
Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "The nanny is in poor health and has no one to take care of in the farm. I want to take her and her son to the servant's room in the palace for a while, until Zhou Da's leg is injured. Okay, let them go back." The warm and pleasant voice spoke in a leisurely manner, and it was very comfortable to listen to.
"My lord, the palace has never been allowed to enter outsiders. This is the rule. Once the princess opens this up, whoever wants to put people here will be fine?" Song Ling argued with reason. In her opinion, members of the royal family are the most taboo. The only thing is that there are other people's fine works in the mansion. As long as you keep this in mind, you don't believe that the prince will stand on Mu Hanzhang's side.
Jing Shao frowned.
Seeing that he had come up with an idea, Song Ling felt a little smug in his heart: "The concubine is in charge of the internal affairs of the inner house, so she has to be responsible for the inner house, and the servant's room is behind the Xiyuan. , I can't tell if something happened."
The concubine's family lives in Xiyuan, and the so-called accident naturally means something unpleasant... Mu Hanzhang clenched his fists slowly, Song Lingxin's words were clearly insulting him.
"Crack!" Before Mu Hanzhang could speak, Jing Shao's slap slapped Song Lingxin's face.
Song shi's eyes widened, looking at Jing Shao in disbelief.
"Since you can't manage your inner house, hand over all the account books to the princess today." Jing Shao said coldly.
"Your Highness!" Song Lingxin covered her face, not understanding how she was suddenly beaten and her right to be the mistress of the house was taken away on the spot. You can treat the concubine like this! The princess can't manage the palace at all! The flower book has set the rules, and the concubine will sleep in the nine days, and the prince will not go for a day! Who will listen to such a person who is in the middle!"
"Enough! Mrs. Side will be suspended for a month from today!" Jing Shao rubbed his sore forehead, looked at Song Shi who was still struggling and screaming under the persuasion of his servants, waved his hand and said, "Pull it out! With the permission of the king, you are not allowed to step out of the courtyard."
The guards outside the door came in, and the two maids persuaded Song Lingxin to pull out.
The room finally quieted down, Jing Shao sighed, picked up half of the tea Mu Hanzhang had drank on the table and swallowed.
"I was a little anxious when I received the news this morning, and I didn't think about it for a while." Mu Hanzhang saw that he was drinking from his own cup. He didn't rush to stop him, so he didn't say much. It was just about picking up the nanny to the palace. It's his ill-consideration.
"You're the princess in this mansion, what you say can't be questioned by others," Jing Shao smiled and hugged him gently, "I haven't been to Xiyuan these few days, Song Lingxin is just using the topic to play."
Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips: "I can take the nanny to the village where I dowry..."
"No," Jing Shao stroked his long soft and smooth hair, "just take them to the mansion. If you want them to live forever, you can go to the Beiweihou mansion to discuss and count them as yours. The dowry includes not only property, but also some servants. Jing Shao knows that Junqing has very few escorts. Since his nanny's family is trustworthy, it is better to stay in the house for him to use. a good thing.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him steadily, slowly leaned in and put his chin on Jing Shao's shoulder: "Xiaoshao, thank you." The support of her husband is very important for the status of the wife and the management of the inner house. Jing Shao is completely on his side, even obviously partial. No one knows better than him how rare such treatment is in the family of a prince.
Jing Shao was very excited about Mu Hanzhang's initiative to approach him. He only felt itchy and itchy on the shoulders where he touched him. If you want to thank me, just give me a kiss." The original provocative words turned into seriousness later.
Hearing this, Mu Hanzhang pushed him away gently: "Your Highness just said that you don't need to thank him." After speaking, he turned around to get the account book, completely ignoring Jing Shao who was stunned in place.
My own princess, really, it's getting worse and worse!
After having dinner at the palace at noon, Jing Shaohuang went to the military department where he was temporarily serving.
To resist the return of the Xiongnu, several of his brothers served in the six departments, and Emperor Hongzheng asked Jing Shao to come to the military department he liked. The eldest prince is in charge of various construction matters in the Ministry of Works, his brother is in charge of various major ceremonies and banquets in the Ministry of Rites, and the fourth prince is in charge of tribute to Fanbang in Honglu Temple.
And he is in the Ministry of War, saying that he is a post, but he has no real power, just hangs there. The people of the Ministry of War do not like a prince pointing his finger at the head. He used to be very tired of these paperwork, and he would go around every day to deal with it. Two things just go.
"Your Highness!" Bingshu Shangshu saw the big Buddha coming, and greeted him with a smile.
"Master Sun, let's get busy, this king is here to order a Mao." Jing Shao waved his hand and said, walking to his place and picking up a few documents at will.
Sun Shangshu was also accustomed to his appearance, so he went to his own business after a few polite words.
After a long time, there were not many documents piled up on Jing Shao's table. The news that came up below has been dealt with urgently by Sun Shangshu, and only the less urgent ones will be dealt with by Jing Shao, who has not been in the army for a long time. He hasn't come for so many days, and most of Sun Shangshu will approve it for him.
Picking up a booklet on the table, this is the military salary that the Ministry of War is formulating this year. There are also two memorials, one requesting the dismissal of troops, believing that the Huns have been defeated and that they will not need too many soldiers in recent years;
The first one was okay, but the second one seemed quite urgent and was also on his table, indicating that someone wanted him to make up his mind as soon as possible.
"My lord, this memorial only arrived today, and the situation seems to be more serious than at the beginning of the month." Song An, Minister of War, came over and said.
Jing Shao nodded slightly and began to look at the military pay account book.
"As far as the minister knows, these barbarians are just rogues. It is only because the governor of Yunnan and Tibet is incompetent that they will retreat." Song An leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Your Highness can ask you to lead troops to hang the bandits, this is an easy meritorious deed. good chance."
Jing Shao raised his head and frowned at him. Song An is Song Lingxin's father, and he is the closest to Jing Shao in the Ministry of War. This was also the case in the previous life. When he received the first memorial a month ago, this person persuaded him to lead his troops there. At that time, he was in a bad mood. He led the army on the fourth day of his wedding, leaving Mu Hanzhang, who had just passed the door and was still ill, alone in the palace. Now it seems that Song An's persuading him to go on the expedition is not all for him to make meritorious deeds, but mostly to want him to snub the princess in order to preserve her daughter's status as the mistress of the house.
"The governor of Yunnan and Tibet does not eat dry rice, how can there be military merits that can be easily obtained in this world?" Jing Shao let out a haha, not only to continue discussing this issue with him.
This expedition to Yunnan and Tibet seems to be an easy task, but it is not. Back then, he led troops there, but he suffered a big loss as soon as he went there. Miasmas and poisonous insects were all deadly enemies, and he almost died there himself. The so-called small bandits made him fight for three years, and he couldn't help being reprimanded by his father. He also missed the best time to fight three times. The real contribution was not thankful.
Song An smiled embarrassingly: "I heard that Ling Xin made the prince angry today. This daughter is spoiled by me. The prince should not have the same knowledge as her."
"Humph!" Jing Shao threw the account book in his hand onto the table and made a bang, causing the people around him to look sideways, and quickly avoided their eyes, "It's just a small matter in the house, why should Master Song say it here." This Song Lingxin It's really quick. What happened in the morning was passed on to her parents' house after noon. Thinking of this, I feel a little tired in my heart.
Seeing Jing Shao's impatience, Song An said a few words with a smile, and then walked away in despair.
After dismissing the long-winded Song An, Jing Shao picked up the memorial again and looked at it. He would never take this chore this time. It would be better to stay at home with his wife if he had time. Such a good opportunity should be given to the eldest brother. Or the Fourth Emperor's younger brother.
After spending an afternoon in the Ministry of War, Jing Shao still left early according to the habit of his previous life, so as not to attract attention. I walked to the south of the city to buy some Luwei snacks, and went to the alley to pick up a bottle of green plum wine. When I returned to the palace, it was just in time for dinner.
"Where's the princess?" Back in Dongyuan's bedroom, the meal was ready, but Mu Hanzhang was nowhere to be seen.
"Go back to the prince, the princess is still the director of the small study room, Mengxi has already gone to invite him." Zhixi replied while helping Jing Shao change clothes.
"Your Highness has been waiting for a long time, and this minister is late." Mu Hanzhang said apologetically.
Jing Shao frowned, squeezed his chin and kissed: "Let's eat."
Mu Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, before he realized that it was "a polite punishment", but now that the house is full of people, this person doesn't even care about it! A handsome face quickly turned red, and he waved his hands to let the maids retreat.
"What are you busy with?" Jing Shao pushed the lo-mei he bought to Mu Hanzhang for him to taste, while he poured a glass of green plum wine for each of them.
"Suddenly taking over the affairs of the inner house, you must be busy." Mu Hanzhang picked up a piece of braised chicken wing and took a bite. Although he said that, his tone was very confident. Jing Shao heard that he could solve it by himself, so he didn't plan to intervene.
After dinner, Mu Hanzhang pushed Jing Shao, who climbed onto the bed, and said, "It's time to go to Xiyuan tonight. You have heard what Mrs. Side said today. If you have been staying in Dongyuan, this inner house is probably not. Be uneasy."
Jing Shao sat up reluctantly, dragged his own princess, who was chattering and pushing him to others, onto the bed, and pressed him neatly under him: "I drank too much tonight, I don't have the strength to move the nest." After speaking, Just lay on his chest and didn't move.
Mu Hanzhang rolled his eyes, a person who can drink two pounds of burning knives will be drunk by a small bottle of green plum wine that is as pale as white water? Find a reason and find a plausible one!