Seeing that he changed the subject again, Mu Hanzhang frowned, and slowly fiddled with the tip of his tail with his thumb: "To see the champion, after the parade is the Qionglin Banquet, why bother to watch it in the aftertaste?"
"Isn't that different?" Jing Shao took Mao Tai from his hand and replaced his fingers.
Mu Hanzhang was amused by his childish behavior, pinched his finger and shook it: "I don't let you touch it on weekdays, so why bother with it every time I take a break? When you are young, you are greedy for pleasure, and when you are old, you will suffer. "
"It's not bad for me, who made you always so attractive..." Jing Shao leaned on his princess' pillow and whispered.
Mu Hanzhang opened his hand and pushed the steaming head away: "Speak well, what do you want to do to raise those people?"
"Wow!" When Xiao Huang saw the master's movements, he followed Jing Shao's face with his claws. The soft flesh pad slapped his face, and the fur in his claws pressed against his nose, causing Jing Shao to sneeze again.
Jing Shao grabbed the fur tiger, stuffed it into the bed, and pressed the horn with his arm to prevent it from getting out: "It's just a preparation, and I won't use it unless I have to."
"What are you preparing?" Mu Hanzhang didn't intend to let him go so vaguely, this private army is a hidden danger, and it costs a lot of money. It's not a last resort, there's really no need to take this risk.
Jing Shao lowered his eyes and sighed: "I have fought so many battles over the years, from the northwest to the southeast, without losing a single battle, not losing a city, and expanding the territory for Dachen for thousands of miles. You are the father, what do you think?"
Mu Hanzhang was stunned: "You mean..."
The death of the cunning rabbit, the cooking of the running dog, the death of all the birds, the possession of the good bow, the monarchs of the past dynasties, and the generals who are the most powerful, are rarely tolerant, but Jing Shao is the prince, can't he escape suspicion
"In order for my brother to ascend to the throne, I must hold a part of the military power, preferably the part of Jiangnan. I don't know how many years this matter will drag on, and I don't know what changes will happen during this period. I have to leave a note for the two of us. Road." Jing Shao sighed, the kind of thing in the last life that handed over the military power and was slaughtered by others must never happen again, even if the worst step is reached, Junqing must be protected comprehensively.
Mu Hanzhang looked up at him, with the temperament of Emperor Hongzheng, even if he favored Jing Shao now, once there was a move that threatened the imperial power, I believed that the Ming Jun would abolish this son without hesitation. Born in the emperor's family, and lost the protection of his mother, there is no room for turning around with his father, so Jing Shao's heart is always restless.
Seeing the worry on his princess' face, Jing Shao squeezed his face with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm just just in case, and now I've been careful, I won't go to that step."
Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly, leaned in slowly, and put a light kiss on the corner of his smiling mouth: "Don't worry, I will watch you."
A simple sentence is worth a thousand words of comfort. Jing Shao was stunned for a while before he realized that his own princess actually gave him a kiss. Just a light kiss, how can he express the joy in his heart? So, he rushed over to give his princess a kiss back, "Wow!" Xiao Huang, who had fought with the quilt for 300 rounds, finally got out, and Jing Shao, who was overjoyed, gnawed at the hair.
After the list was released, there was the palace test. The Ministry of Rites, in charge of Jingchen, made all arrangements flawlessly without any mistakes. By February 23, the palace test was on time, and then one top three jinshi rode high-headed horses with hairpins on the street. Beijing was very lively for a while.
"I heard that the Jinshi and Di are young talents this time. It's really rare!" The aftertaste building is located on the main street of the capital. You can see that the seats on the street have been booked early, and there is a lot of noise in the morning. I can't stop talking.
"You're wrong. I heard that the second place is an old man, while the champion and the third flower are young." Another person retorted.
Jing Shao booked the best seat early and took his princess to watch the fun.
"You have to rush to the Qionglin Banquet in a while, why are you bothering?" Mu Hanzhang helplessly looked at Jingshao, who was looking out the window excitedly, only to think that he was very similar to Xiao Huang who was looking out of the car window.
"I haven't seen the champion parade yet! It's rare to be in Beijing, but you have to take a good look." There were only two of them in this private room, and Jing Shao didn't pay attention to anything, and still looked around with great interest.
Not long after, someone beating gongs and drums opened the way, and three people in red robes and crowned with hairpins and safflowers rode high-headed horses from the Royal Street.
"Junqing, look, isn't that Tanhua the one surnamed Ma that I met in Yiweilou that day?" Jing Shao pointed it out to his own princess. Junqing's remarks that day made the group of sour scholars speechless. , the first one surnamed Ma stood up and cheered, so Jing Shao had some impression of him.
Only then did Mu Hanzhang approach him. Seeing that the beautiful Tanhua Lang was really familiar, he nodded and turned to look at the Zhuang Yuan Lang. He felt that the profile face was also very familiar. Coincidentally, the champion who was walking in the front seemed to notice the sight upstairs and raised his head, just meeting Mu Hanzhang's sight.
How is he? Mu Hanzhang was a little surprised.
After the champion waiter saw Mu Hanzhang's face clearly, he stared blankly for a while, until the horse passed the aftertaste building and was still looking back.
Jing Shao suddenly felt something was wrong and frowned, "You know that champion?"
Mu Hanzhang nodded. Although he hadn't seen each other for several years, he should not be wrong looking at the person's reaction.
"Who is he?" Jing Shao held his princess' face in dissatisfaction, forcing him to turn his head and stop looking at the champion.
"It's a classmate of mine when I was young." Mu Hanzhang explained, pulling his hand away from his cheek. That person's name is Qin Zhaoran, a distant relative of the Beiwei Hou family. He was able to study in the Mu family school. He took the exam together with Mu Hanzhang. Later, he returned to his hometown to continue his studies. In the champion.
"If you didn't marry me, which round would this champion get to him?" It's fine if it wasn't an old lover, Jing Shao muttered in his heart, and then resumed his smile, pulling his princess downstairs, "Let's go, it's time for a while. late."
The First Class Scholars were going to the Qionglin Banquet, and all the princes and princes of the royal family had to be present, so both of them had to go. Mu Hanzhang was very helpless about the wayward behavior of his prince, so he could only follow him.
The avenues were surrounded by people, and the two of them rode Xiao Hei, quickly got out of the alley, and went straight to Qionglin Garden.
In the middle of Qionglin Garden is a vast small pavilion called Huating, where the emperors and princes all sit, and three of the first-class scholars have to sit with the emperor.
When the two arrived at Huating, except for Emperor Hongzheng, several princes and princes were already waiting there. Jingchen glared at his brother and told them to stand up quickly.
Not long after, Emperor Hongzheng came, and everyone took their seats in order of status after salute.
Because Qionglin Banquet is extremely important to scholars, the rules are also very cumbersome, which is comparable to worshipping the heavens and the earth in marriage. Jingshao secretly yawned boredly, and was kicked by Jingchen covertly, so he had to sit up honestly, and gave his own princess a pitiful look a few people away.
Mu Hanzhang gave him a look of "I can't help you", and continued to sit gracefully.
The only interesting thing about the Qionglin feast was that Tanhua Lang presented flowers, and asked Tanhua Lang to pick the most beautiful flower in the garden while reading a poem and present it to the emperor.
Tanhua Lang's name is Ma Zhuo, and he has a pair of smiling eyes. Emperor Hongzheng asked him to be a Tanhua. He must have thought that he was lovable, and he was better than the old man who was second in the list of flowers at the Qionglin Banquet.
"Every year's flowers are given to me. This year's Tanhualang is rarely so young, so it's better to dedicate the flowers to my prince." Emperor Hongzheng smiled and stopped Ma Zhuo from handing over the flowers and asked him to dedicate it to one of the princes.
The flower pavilion suddenly fell silent, and the originally festive atmosphere became cold and solemn.
Jing Shao, who was about to fall asleep, sat up straight, and looked at Jing Chen without a trace. Jing Chen obviously didn't know why Emperor Hongzheng suddenly made such a request. His hand hidden in his sleeve clenched quietly. Fu slowly spread it out again, watching the Tanhua Lang's response.
The Fourth Prince was also taken aback, and looked at Duke Mao, who was opposite him, both at a loss.
Ma Zhuo's forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat. This flower was not offered casually. Now that the storage location is undecided, it is wrong to give it to any one. It is reasonable to say that it is the safest for King Cheng, who has no right to inherit. become king...
Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes, thinking about the emperor's purpose for doing this. Could it be that someone recently made a case for asking for the establishment of the crown prince and made Emperor Hongzheng unhappy, so he used this to beat some people? Just as he was thinking about it, a brightly blooming flower was handed to him.
"Caomin admires Marquis Wenyuan's talent for a long time, and this flower should be dedicated to Marquis." Ma Zhuo said with a smile.
It is reasonable to say that Princess Cheng is also half a prince, and she is indeed the only literati among a group of princes.
Jingchen looked at the quick-responding Tanhualang, and nodded secretly. The fourth prince breathed a sigh of relief, but Jingshao looked at his princess nervously, and didn't understand how the fire would burn on Junqing. And looking at Mu Hanzhang also worriedly, there was Qin Zhaoran, the champion of the new division, who was sitting on the side.
"Tanhualang's good intentions are disrespectful." Mu Hanzhang stood up and took the pink peony flower gracefully and calmly.
"Hanzhang's talent is indeed as good as Tanhua Lang," Emperor Hongzheng's deep eyes gradually turned into a smile, and he motioned the waiter to hand the cup to Mu Hanzhang, "This Tanhua toast, you should drink it for me too."
"Yes, Royal Father." Mu Hanzhang did not refuse, he respectfully bowed to Emperor Hongzheng, took the cup handed over by Ma Zhuo, and drank it.
Emperor Hongzheng's remarks raised the status of Mu Hanzhang again. Everyone's hearts were different, but they all showed smiles on their faces, and the cold and solemn atmosphere just now became warm again.
Ma Zhuo stepped aside and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his palms.
Qin Zhaoran looked at Mu Hanzhang who was full of splendor, and a sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.