The Submissive Emperor - Chapter 76

The two of them were stunned, Xiao Chengjun endured and endured, “Puff” laughed out.

Lou Jing wiped his nose, stained his hand with blood, jumped up quickly, and went to wash it in the basin.

Xiao Chengjun followed and wiped his face with a damp cloth towel, “Just tell you to eat less lychees and be disobedient.”

Lychee is hot, and if he eats too much, he will get angry. In the afternoon, he will tell him not to eat one plate. This guy, however, does not listen to one plate after another.

Lou Jing’s face was bulging, and the charming atmosphere just now was taken away by the nosebleed. It made him very dissatisfied. He grabbed Xiao Chengjun’s wrist and squeezed him against the wall, “Don’t laugh.”

“Okay, I don’t laugh…” Xiao Chengjun said without smiling, but still pursed his lips, grinning uncontrollably, “Um…”

Lou Jing angrily circled the person between his arm and the wall, and blocked his mouth for the joke.

Three hundred lychees are eaten every day, but they can’t match the temptation of the beauty of the golden bell in the thin shirt.

The lips and teeth were filled with the sweetness of lychee, which made the kiss also smell of lychee, as if tasting the heat of midsummer, making the bodies of the two people hot and hot.

“Your back…there are still injuries…” Xiao Chengjun pushed against the guy he couldn’t help but linger.

“Maybe something.” Lou Jing gnawed a small bean through the thin cloth, and the water stains quickly soaked a piece of it. The snow-colored thin shirt was tucked into his body, revealing the pink color loomingly.

Xiao Chengjun tilted his head, one hand still pressed against the wall, like a fish nailed to a chopping board. The stolen cat licked it from head to tail, and repeatedly licked a few more mouthfuls where it tasted good.

The place where the taste is good is naturally the most tender place. The cat’s tongue licked it, causing the helpless fish to tremble and bounce on the cutting board. Finally, the more and more greedy the cat took out the ink lacquer small box. , Spread evenly, and eat the delicious fish.

He put the long leg with the golden bell around his waist, and the bell made a regular “jingle” sound with the movement. Xiao Chengjun felt embarrassed and covered his eyes with his arm.

The golden bell rang, accompanied by the panting sound that coincided with the bell, Lou Jing felt that the scene in front of him was covered with a beautiful mist.

“Ding-dong…ding-dong…ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong…” The golden bell rang faster and faster, and finally almost became a piece.

Lexian outside the door is full of confusion, the prince and the son, how did the prince and the son play the bell tonight, shaking it around like this, what’s so fun?

Yun Wu and Yun Si, who were squatting in the dark to watch the night, glanced at the curious little eunuch, and continued to wave to drive the mosquitoes.

The next day, the prince failed to get up, Lou Jing got up lightly, and told Lexian to inform the official of Minzhou that today’s discussion was changed to the afternoon.

When Le Xian was in Beijing, he was used to his Royal Highness Min Wang being misled by beauty from time to time and went to the front yard obediently.

Since Xiao Chengjun took over Minzhou, he discussed matters early in the morning every day, punctually, and never late, which made the originally unsophisticated local officials complain. Holding the salaries of the local officials and doing the hard work of the Jingzhong officials, there is no other feudal lord fief in the world that suffers more than them.

But after holding on for nearly two months, everyone has adapted to it, and suddenly heard that His Royal Highness, the diligent King of Fujian, postponed the discussion, and felt a little weird.

“Wang Ye is sick?” Xing Bu Shangshu asked tentatively.

Le Xian still had a festive smile on his face, “My lord is worried.” After speaking, he left with a smile.

Bingbu Shangshu patted the upright Xingbu Shangshu, and reminded in a low voice: “The prince is accompanied by a beautiful woman nowadays. It’s normal to get up late occasionally, why don’t you be so ignorant.”

Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry patted his forehead, “Bad words, bad words.”

Lou Jing propped his head with one hand, lying on his side on the big bed covered with jade mats, holding a fan, gently fanning the sleeping people, thinking of the delicacy of last night, and he couldn’t help showing a satisfying smile on his face. Yi, slowly leaned in, and touched the red and swollen lips lightly.

The tired Xiao Chengjun didn’t even feel it, and still slept soundly.

The dazzling sunlight in Minzhou leaped in from the window, Lou Jing moved forward, blocked the sunlight with his body, covered the sleeping people in a shadow, and continued to shake the fan again and again.

In the capital, Emperor Chunde did not have such a good life.

In the early dynasty, courtiers once again mentioned the matter of the reserve.

“Now the only one who can hold the position is the three princes,” an official said, “the East Palace is vacant, and people are already in panic. In the opinion of the minister, it is better to have a prince in the morning.”

Many people came out to talk about this matter, both inside and outside the words, the prince is still undecided, and the princes will fight endlessly.

“The three princes have been raised by Concubine Chen since they were young, and have never been taught by the queen for a day, so they are not qualified to inherit.” The official secretary Yang Youting has always been outspoken. As soon as this statement came out, the ambiguous words of the original dynasty suddenly stagnated.

The left minister Zhao Duan glanced at the upright official secretary, his mouth in his beard slightly raised. The reason why he promoted this smelly and hard Yang Youting to the position of official secretary was in large part because he wanted to use him. Come to choke right.

“The emperor is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, and there is no rush for the establishment of the reserve.” Zhao Duan went out at the right time and bowed.

This remark really caught the heart of the emperor. Emperor Chunde nodded slightly. In fact, he also understood that only the three princes can be established as princes, but to establish the three princes is against the ancestral system. He has not yet figured out how to do it.

Establishing the queen as the prince is the ancestral system of the Taizu, unless Ji Zhuo is abolished and the Chen clan is established as the queen…

“The emperor, the coffin of the four princes will enter Beijing tomorrow.” Yao Zhuli, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, stepped forward and talked about other things.

The four princes died in battle. Emperor Chunde ordered a thick burial with a prince’s ritual. They were pulled from Jinzhou. After the first seven, they can be buried after the first seven rituals.

Concubine Chen in the palace is in charge of the sixth palace, but he hasn’t come up with a charter until now. The Ministry of Ritual is very anxious. Yao Zhu even asked directly, “The Emperor Qizou, the charter of the palace has not yet been finalized. The etiquette of tomorrow How to do it?”

Emperor Chunde was unhappy, “What does the queen do?”

“The emperor, the queen is still ill, and now it is the phoenix seal of the noble concubine’s empress.” Huaizhong reminded in a low voice.

Since Sejong Linan, the royal wedding and funeral ceremonies have been placed under the jurisdiction of the queen, and the Ministry of Ritual must refer to the regulations of the Central Palace in order to act. But these external matters, how Chen Guifei, a deep palace lady, could figure out that Shan Yulin’s deployment made her feel devastated. In addition, the three princes had been condemned these days, she only wanted to please the emperor, and was not concerned about the ceremony, so that at this time, she did not even come out.

Emperor Chunde suddenly realized that a woman is in charge of the sixth house, and that it is not well managed. He is most afraid of trouble, and the thoughts of abandonment that had originally appeared, suddenly disappeared. After Sejong wanted his descendants to marry a man, it still made sense.

After the dynasty, Emperor Chunde immediately ordered the return of Feng Yin to the queen, and ordered Ji Zhuo to come out to organize the funeral of the four princes.

When Chen Guifei received the order, her eyes went dark for a while, and she watched Huaizhong take away her still hot Fengyin. When Huaizhong disappeared, she couldn’t help screaming, “What’s going on here? The regulations were clearly sent to the Ministry of Etiquette!”

She didn’t understand this. There were so many civil servants under the right hand, she certainly understood. As early as three days ago, Chen Guifei asked the Chen family to draw up a charter and sent it to the Ministry of Rites.

“The lower official didn’t see the regulations of the imperial concubine empress.” Yao Zhu said to the palace man who came to question with a blank expression.

The palace man couldn’t, so he turned and went back. Yao Zhu smiled contemptuously. At first glance, the regulations were written by the minister of war, and the Chen family was determined not to let him come out to confront him.

Sure enough, Chen Guifei received the news, except that her lungs were so angry, she did not dare to make any more calls for foreign ministers to interfere in the affairs of the inner palace, and she and the Chen family could not eat and walk around.

Ji Jue twisted the white jade carving’s phoenix seal, and a smile flashed in his cold eagle eyes. Although the position of the queen was not what he wanted, he would never let anyone **** it away and took it out of the box. The statutes drawn up a long time ago were handed over to the officials of the Ministry of Rites so that they could handle them, and at the same time, the Habayashi army was called to the left and right commanding generals to come and discuss.

The coffin of the four princes entered Beijing, and the Yulin army guarded the spirits. They moved into the mansion of the four princes.

Officials, honorable men, and women of life, both inside and outside, went to express their condolences in batches, orderly and rigorously.

In the past, due to Chen Guifei’s own destruction, the imperial concubine could not easily follow the rules of the Panlong Temple. After waiting for a few days, the concubines who were high-ranking or favored began to bring supplements and snacks to Panlong Temple. Emperor Chunde was too much trouble.

Now that the queen regained control of the sixth house, the concubines did not dare to repeat the rules. Emperor Chunde felt that the days were finally clean and comfortable, and he could not regenerate any thoughts of abandonment.

The four princes were buried, but Beijing did not come.

The princes were not allowed to enter Beijing without edicts, and the emperor did not make any decree. Xiao Chengjun could not go to Beijing to mourn. He could only set up a confession hall in the Mansion of the King of Min, and give the four emperors a scent of fragrance.

“He has been so straightforward since he was a child, and the queen father and I have maintained so much of him that he has developed this gluttonous temperament.” Xiao Chengjun looked at the light smoke, very sad.

The love of growing up together cannot be easily erased.

“King Jing will see him off for you.” Lou Jing put his arm around his husband, and patted him comfortingly on the back.

Xiao Chengjin often has letters in the mail. In the summer, his body has become more energetic, and now he can go out of the house and walk around.

In the middle of Beijing, the residence of the four princes was wrapped in Su Jing everywhere, and the ears were crying bitterly. The officials stepped forward one by one, each with plain clothes and white crowns, with grief on their faces.

“The King Jing is here–” the courtesy officer at the door sang aloud.

Everyone stood on both sides to greet each other, and only reacted after a while.

“King Jing!”

“The second prince?”

Many people couldn’t help exclaiming in a low voice, staring in the direction of the door for an instant.

Xiao Chengjin wore a snow-white dress made of soft silk. The fabric was light and thin. The outer cover was a wide-sleeved gauze. Without any ornaments, it was set against the handsome and pale face, and it looked like dust.