First Prince of Ming Dynasty Chapter 562

  Chapter 562 Ministry of Rites

  What kind of waves can a mere 200 riders make in the capital? People dare to send their eldest son to Beijing. The Ming Dynasty naturally has to show its due bearing. A great country has its own majestic spirit.

   Besides, if Chahan was not stupid, he would naturally go to Beijing alone. At least it would be nicer to say it, and it would greatly ease the conflict. After all, it was they who were in a weak position, not Daming.

  Otherwise, it would not be Chahan who entered Beijing but Zhu Biao who went to Liaodong. So at this time, Daming had to show his open mind, while Liaodong had to show weakness and obedience.

  Jiang Yu backed out as promised, and Zhu Biao got up and walked towards Zuoshunmen after calculating the time. All the officials who were going to the morning court should have arrived. Rather than waiting here, it is better to go over there to chat.

  As soon as I left the Wenhua Palace, I saw Liu Jin and Liu An kneeling by the roadside: "Slaves wait to see you."

  Zhu Biao looked at Liu Jin whose head was wrapped around his head and said, "Go back and rest, there is no shortage of people to serve you here in this Palace."

  Liu Jin accepted the promise with a smile on her face as usual, and then bowed down to show respect, but the expressions of Liu An and Zhao Huai'an beside her changed drastically, and they were a little panicked.

  Zhu Biao seemed to suddenly recall something and said casually: "The princess said yesterday that Li Shufei seems to be short of a maidservant who sweeps in front of the palace. Liu An, go there."

   Liu An turned pale and called out: "Your Highness, slave..."

  Zhu Biao frowned and left without paying attention, Fugui hurriedly followed. He always brought only one **** with him when he went to court, and Fuduo stayed behind to take care of the Wenhua Palace.

  The crown prince went away, and all the servants stood up. Liu Jin couldn't help but coughed a few times in pain. He was caught by the wind last night and got typhoid fever. Even if the imperial doctor prescribes medicine for a while, it probably won't get better.

Liu An, who was kneeling beside him, came back to his senses and helped him. Liu Jin slapped his hand, and the crisp sound made the hearts of the other court ladies and eunuchs tremble. Wei years, not this night can be eliminated.

   "Godfather..."

  When the prince left, Liu Jinqiang's spirits instantly became sluggish. After slapping Liu An, he was fine, but he couldn't help coughing again and again.

  Liu Jin gasped for a while before saying: "When will it be your turn to answer what the Lord ordered? As a slave, the only thing to do is to be called to promise, even if you are told to die, you should be willing to die with a smile!"

  Liu An was stunned for a moment, and then bowed to Liu Jin who was still kneeling: "Godfather, take care, my son will go to Concubine Shu to serve her."

   Immediately, Liu An got up and cheered up and saluted the former companions with different expressions around him, then Yang bowed with a slightly humble smiling face and walked towards the harem.

Several young eunuchs who were previously bullied and suppressed by Liu An gloated at Liu An's back with vicious eyes. Concubine Li Shu's grand maid had long complained about Liu An, and this time he was relegated to be the most humble **** , Some are hard days.

There was an eerie silence in front of the Wenhua Palace. At this time, only Liu Jin was still kneeling on the ground and unable to get up. Some people wanted to go up to help him. Such a total disempowerment.

  If you want to burn a cold stove, you need to be able to burn a fire yourself. Ordinary people don't have the qualifications. Besides, in this big crowd, everyone knows that the rafters in the early years will rot first.

   Fuduo, who is a little rich, is now on the rise. There are not many people who can stand and drink tea with His Royal Highness, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "The spring is cold and the ground is cold, I will help you up."

   Liu Jin got up with a pale complexion and smiled, "I made Eunuch Fu laugh."

  Fuduo bowed his body and said in a low voice: "You are slapping a slave in the face. What is your status? Your Highness Kuan Ren is the most nostalgic. When you recover from your injury and come back to serve you, you will still be you."

  Liu Jin shook his head and didn't say anything, just saluted: "Then let's go back. I'm going to count on Mr. Fu to serve you. If you need to pay attention, you can ask Huai'an. No matter what happens, you can serve His Highness well."

After saying that, Liu Jin turned around and left. Zhao Huaian, who had been standing silently for a long time without looking at him from the beginning to the end, had a few godsons and grandsons who hurried to follow, but Liu Jin waved them all away. Still coughing, walking alone towards his little house.

  Zhao Huaian took a deep breath, and then bowed respectfully to Fuduo: "From now on, the little ones will have to rely on Eunuch Fu to take care of them."

   "Everywhere, it's all to serve His Highness."

  Zhu Biao and his entourage soon arrived at the class room. Except for some old ministers who were quite lethargic, the rest of the civil and military were chatting energetically, with government affairs and romance.

   "The ministers and others welcome His Royal Highness, Your Highness may live forever."

   "Okay, all lovers are welcome."

Zhu Biao smoothly integrated into this big group, and all the dignified officials who felt that he had such a dignity surrounded him and wanted to say a few words with the prince. .

   Or realizing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in a good mood today, Wu Xun couldn't help it anymore, and a few majestic bodies leaned in, and several servants, Yu Shi, had their eyes darkened and staggered inexplicably and were knocked back.

  Recovering his senses, His Royal Highness, who was in front of him, was gone, replaced by a few buttocks that kept bumping into each other, and looking at the decorations on the court clothes, it was clear that they were a group of vulgar warriors.

  The faces of a few people turned red and they were about to squeeze back again. They had important officials from the court discussing with His Highness the Crown Prince, and they were talking happily, so how could they be disturbed by these Qiuba.

  Wang Yushi pushed the two strong men in front of him, and squeezed into the middle relying on his thin physique. When he finally vaguely saw the figure of His Royal Highness, the two strong and strong buttocks collided tacitly.

There was a clear sound from Wang Yushi's thin waist, and he fell backwards as if he had lost his bones. He was supported by his colleagues behind him. I can't even say it.

   "Hold on quickly, Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?"

   "It was fine just now, help me to the back and sit down first."

   A group of Wu Xun with loud voices around Zhu Biao naturally didn't know what happened there, but just looked at the big mouth in front of him and said, "Have you caused trouble recently?"

  General Dingguo, the captain of Qingche, opened his mouth and said righteously: "Then how can it be, the general mentioned it a few days ago, and we all remember it!"

  Shang Qingche Duwei is a third-rank military officer, and Dingguo General is a second-rank military officer. These are actually false titles. Whether to lead the army depends on the arrangement of the Metropolitan Governor's Office, but there is a salary in any case.

Zhu Biao glanced at the silly smiling figures in front of him and said, "Don't think about eating, drinking and having fun all day long. Gongchang Hou, Nanxiong Hou, Dongping Hou, Dongping Hou, Xuanning Hou and others have all been ordered to run errands. You guys are now in charge of the drills in the Beijing camp. Not to be neglected."

   Several people promised with a serious face, and they opened their mouths to promise: "General, don't worry, our old Zhang will live in the camp before the Marquis come back!"

   Zhang Dazui said there was no one to guard the door, and the rest of the people were very upset and beat him to death, but they could only keep up with their mouths, and they all promised to do their best to guard the Beijing camp.

  Zhu Biao nodded happily, and then waved his hand to let these people go. Then the Minister of the Ministry of Rites squeezed in panting: "Your Highness, the son of Nahachu from Liaodong should enter Beijing today. I don't know what standard the Ministry of Rites should receive and arrange."

This kind of thing is not big or small. At present, Liaodong and Daming are still in a state of hostility, but the meaning of Nahachu's son's coming to Beijing is understood by everyone. The standard is too low, it is definitely not good, but the standard is too high It doesn't seem right, after all, Naha has no grievances with the Holy Spirit, and he doesn't know what the Holy Spirit is thinking now.

  The Ministry of Rites didn't have the guts to speculate on the holy will, so they had to wait for the order, but they waited and waited, so they arranged everything in advance, and it's not too late to use that arrangement now.

Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he really didn't pay attention to such trivial matters, he glanced at the Minister of Rites and said: "After the next dynasty, Aiqing will lead the officials of the Ministry of Rites to welcome Kaiyuan King's son Chahan on behalf of the father and the palace, so as to welcome the country. Make it a courtesy reception, let's place it in the garden outside the palace."

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites naturally heard His Royal Highness's intention of beating, but beating is much better than pursuing responsibility after breaking a taboo. If Liaodong can be attached smoothly, it will save a lot of trouble. No matter how big or small this matter is, it is not just a yamen of the Ministry of Rites Can afford it.

  (end of this chapter)

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