When the Tumi flowers bloom again, it will be the Tumi Festival in a blink of an eye.
Since the royal family had the Luli vein, the status of the Southern Territory has not been so obtrusive. But each family has to rely on Zhu Yan to change it to make spiritual weapons, and Zhu's family is the emperor's teacher, so it must be sealed and respected. Today's Yi Nian Palace is still full of people.
On the Tea Festival, the princes from all over the world will send tea wine to the southern regions. Lin Xin brought a bag of dried fish, and didn't bring any expensive gifts beside him.
"The emperor asked me to take care of the deer glass mine, and I don't dare to spend money recklessly. A few days ago, there was a luxurious ginseng and deer habitat, so I was so scared that I could only live in Huanxinghai." Lin Xin lay on the soft couch in Qingliang Hall, Madam Jing stepped on him.
Zhu Yangai glanced at him, raised her hand and clinked glasses with Shen Lou: "Join you? Huh."
The feudal princes who were killed by Lin Xin in the early years joined forces last year to punish Xun Luhou who killed innocent people indiscriminately. At that time, Feng Chong had just ascended the throne, and it was time to show the justice of the emperor, so it was not easy to shield his close ministers. So Feng Zhong directly spread out the memorial at the court meeting, breaking down the events of the year one by one, and finally found out that they assassinated Lin Xin first, but they were the ones to blame. The sentence "I have just ascended the throne, let's make an exception for the time being" has beaten several people, and those who were originally wronged have to thank the emperor and thank the emperor for letting go.
After this, all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew that Lin Xin was not to be messed with.
"No loss, come over and have a game with me." Lin Qu, who was sitting on the side playing with Luli chess pieces, waved to Lin Xin.
"I won't go." Lin Xin shook his head like a rattle. He has never won a game of chess with his cousin, and he doesn't know what Lin Shujing's hobby is, but he prefers to play against him.
According to Shen Lou's analysis, Lin Xin's reaction when he lost was too cute. Of course, the love words of his own man can't be taken seriously, Lin Xin still doesn't know what his cousin is thinking, and he is very grateful for his invitation.
While talking, the guard came to report that the royal tea and wine had arrived.
"Who sent it?" Zhu Yangai asked casually.
"Yes..." before the guard finished speaking, the wine delivery man had already walked in.
"Do you have iced sour plum soup? Come and have a bowl," Feng Zhong was dressed like an ordinary young man, and he held a folding fan in his hand, fanning the wind in an inelegant way. "It's too hot in the southern region."
"Your Majesty!" Everyone stood up and saluted.
"Hush—don't be too polite, I'm here pretending to be an imperial envoy, so don't make any noise." Feng Zhong took the jade bowl from the maid's hand, sat on the soft couch and squeezed together with Lin Xin, drank it down, and then enjoyed himself happily. Sighed.
"Meow?" Mrs. Jing tilted her head to look at him, leaned over to smell him, and found that it was someone she knew, so she hooked the brocade belt around Feng Chong's waist and sharpened her claws.
Feng Zhong fished Mrs. Jing into his arms: "Aunt Shi, is the Dongying fish that I gave you last time delicious?"
Mrs. Jing said that the taste was not bad, and gave the emperor a slap.
"It's probably inappropriate for the emperor to leave Beijing like this." Shen Lou pulled Lin Xin up from the soft couch, not letting him rub against Feng Chong.
"Enke's done. It's nothing serious. There are Du Huang and the others in Beijing to worry about." Feng Zhong waved his hands, and lay down on the soft couch with Mrs. Jing in his arms. "I'm here to take a breath."
Because of the suspension of the discretionary deer order, a group of officials specially selected by the DPRK and China for this purpose are useless. These people were more extreme in their work, and Feng Zhong didn't want to reuse them, so they all sent them out to be parents' officials. Jingzhong was in urgent need of talents, so Enke was opened in the second year of enthronement.
For the past year, Feng Zhong has been so busy that he hits the back of his head with his heels every day, and there is not a day when he is free. Recently, he finally settled down temporarily, and ran out of the capital in a flash, leaving Prime Minister Du stomping in the palace.
Mrs. Jing stepped on His Majesty's face and jumped away, and ran back to Zhu Yangai with her flagpole-like tail, and knelt down on her knees to ask for dried fish. The maid had already cut the dried fish brought by Lin Xin into small pieces and put them on the jade plate.
Zhu Yangai twirled a piece and fed it to the cat, and said flatly, "It's okay to play, but after the tea festival, get out of here." With so many people crowded into Qingliang Hall, it's not cool at all. Mrs. Jing didn't want to be hugged because she thought it was too hot, so she twisted and ran away after eating the dried fish.
"We planned to leave after the Tumi Festival," Lin Xin lay on Shen Lou's shoulder and flirted with Mrs. Jing, "Has Master come back recently?"
Earlier, there was an envoy from Dongpu who came to pay tribute, Zhu Xingli said that he wanted to go to Dongpu to have a look, so he ran away, and there was no news. Speaking of his younger brother, Zhu Yangai's expression became even more uneasy, and he snorted coldly, picked up Mrs. Jing and went to the inner room.
It seems that there is no reply.
Lin Qu brought the chessboard to the soft couch, and La Fengzhong played chess with him. Feng Zhong half-lyed on the couch as if he had no bones, grabbed a chess piece and placed a random one: "Why don't you go to the palace to play, I am so boring in Beijing."
When I became emperor, I realized how hard this job is. Not to mention being greedy from morning to night, you can't even eat chicken legs casually.
"Hahahahaha..." This was not the first time Lin Xin heard Feng Zhong complain, and every time he heard it, he couldn't help laughing at him.
There are many rules in the royal family, and elegance is the most important thing. If you are hungry at night, there are only various soups and water. Feng Zhong endured it for half a month, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a swipe of a pen, he changed the rules of the imperial meal, and finally had chicken, duck and fish at night.
"Don't laugh, come and help me watch the chess." Feng Zhong raised his eyes and stared at him.
Lin Xin felt a headache when he saw the chess game, so he pulled Shen Lou out without any patience. Lin Qu's chess moves are treacherous, Feng Chong's chess moves are cunning, the two are evenly matched, so there is no need for him, a stinky chess basket, to give advice.
Bodhi City was very lively, and the flower sellers yelled the same words in a southern accent: "Spring is coming, the flowers are all blooming, and the gentleman intends to hold tea."
In a daze, it seemed that they had returned to a few years ago. At that time, the two of them did not know that the other party was reborn, and they wore a flower for each other with a little thought that was not humane.
"Do you remember, she promised to be my wife at that time." Lin Xin took one casually.
"How can you take what you said when you were young?" Shen Lou looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be a hypocrite, occupying the body of the slave family, but not giving the slave family a title." Lin Xin threw the flower on Shen Lou's body, and said with grief and indignation.
"Didn't you marry a daughter-in-law? Why are you a slave again?" Shen Lou was unmoved, and gave a few copper coins to the stunned peddler.
Lin Xin couldn't go on acting anymore, he buried his face on Shen Lou's shoulder to play tricks, and after a while he was so hot that he raised his head again.
"You two young masters, come to Great Immortal Fox to make a fortune." In the shade of the street, there is an inconspicuous hanging stall. On this hot day, the stall owner wore a fox fur scarf and a gaudy mask.
On the banner, it says "fox fairy counts marriage".
Lin Xin pulled Shen Lou over and knocked on the table: "What can you count?"
"It's just a marriage." The Great Immortal Hu's voice was rough, like the barking of a fox. The women passing by were a little scared, but some bold men came over to watch the fun.
Lin Xin lightly lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down: "Then show me."
Hu Daxian plucked a few furs from the scarf, put them in Lin Xin's palm and let him hold them, drew a rune with cinnabar methodically, and then took the fox furs and lit them together. The green smoke drifted away with the wind, Hu Daxian was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Your marriage is fixed, this marriage can't be said to be good or bad, but if you don't have the fate of children and grandchildren, I'm afraid you will die."
"This fortune teller, how do you talk?" Some people are not used to it. Ordinary fortune tellers, even if they see something wrong, they will say it euphemistically.
Shen Lou was a little surprised and squinted at the Great Immortal.
Lin Xin pretended to be surprised and asked, "Then is there any way to crack it?"
"Yes," Hu Daxian took out a black-painted pill from his cloth pocket, "I have a pill for sending children. If you take it, you will be blessed with many children. Seeing that you are a destined person, let me give you one hundred taels. "
Some people who were afraid of Great Immortal Hu at first were no longer afraid when they saw him start asking for money. After making trouble for a long time, he is a charlatan, pretending to be a ghost and cheating money.
Lin Xin took the pill with a look of surprise, and looked up at Shen Lou: "Lang Jun, we can have a child now."
Shen Lou's forehead twitched slightly.
"The Great Immortal still has a second one. My master also needs an heir, so go back and give him one." Lin Xin said sincerely.
Hu Daxian's hand that collected the money trembled, and he lifted off his mask, revealing Zhu Xingli's unserious handsome face: "Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Second Uncle Zhu..." Shen Lou was taken aback, and immediately pulled Lin Xin behind him to avoid Master's slap.
Zhu Xingli threw away his outfit and jumped up to beat his apprentice.
Shen Lou held back a smile and protected Lin Xin: "Is this fox mask something from Japan?"
"Hey, my mask." Being reminded like this, Zhu Xingli hurriedly turned around to pick it up.
Lin Xin took the opportunity to drag Shen Lou and ran away.
In the sunny days of the Tea Festival, it is destined to be impossible to cool off.
Mrs. Jing squatted on the roof, looking at the flying market in the distance, she stretched her legs and ears. It's so hot, meow.