Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 7 You seem to be using me

Tiangong Kaiwu is indeed a good book, which covers various crafts such as weaving, salt making, and Qu Jue.

Song Yingxing has dabbled in a lot of things, and every one of his articles can become a tool to make money.

But Chen Ce thought about it carefully and realized that any kind of handicraft would require a lot of time cost and initial financial investment cost.

Chen Ce could only sigh in despair, as if he was holding a huge fortune but didn't know how to develop it.

But there is no need to rush. After he finds his father-in-law, he can cooperate with him.

amount.

Chen Ce suddenly found this idea very funny. It was like asking the emperor whether he used a golden hoe. His father-in-law was most likely an official now. Would he still worry about money?
I don’t know whether my future wife is beautiful or ugly. It doesn’t matter. With my sick body, what kind of expectation can I have for beauty or ugliness? As long as she doesn’t dislike it, it’s enough.

Most likely, they would not despise him. After all, the other party's success in the imperial examination is inseparable from the support of his parents. If his parents did not support him, he would not even have the money for the provincial examination, let alone the imperial examination to become an official.

Chen Ce was reading in the study when he vaguely heard some noise coming from next door.

Wearing a cotton jacket, he opened the door of the courtyard and glanced sideways towards the next door. He found that Miss Wu was arguing with a middle-aged woman and a young man. When Chen Ce came out, the other party had already left. Miss Wu's eyes were red, and she wiped her tears after seeing Chen Ce.

Chen Ce thought for a moment and asked, "Does Madam Wu need my help?"

Miss Wu shook her head and said, "Thank you Mr. Chen for your concern. It's just a small matter. I'm fine."

Chen Ce has never been a nosy person. He is just a neighbor, and he will help to the best of his ability if the other party needs help.

Of course, this needs to be within your ability.

But since the other party had already said it was okay, Chen Ce nodded and walked into the courtyard.

After reading for a while, as the night grew darker, Chen Ce blew out the candle and went back to his room to sleep.

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The next morning, Chen Ce got up early, cooked porridge, steamed buns, ordered some pickled cucumbers, and sat quietly in the middle hall to eat breakfast.

The snowflakes are still floating outside. Men of letters and nobility will surely like this kind of weather, because it can add a bit of sadness, stimulate their feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and they will immediately compose a poem.

Poor people hate winter the most because it can kill them.

For example, Chen Ce doesn’t like winter very much.

At today's morning court session, a heated argument broke out in the Fengtian Hall of the Forbidden City. Several secretaries and censors wondered why Wang Yue had to stay in Hami since he was not going to lead the troops himself.
It would be better to transfer him away from the Northwest. Wouldn't it be better to replace him with any other head coach to guard the Northwest?

Yes, Emperor Hongzhi has already issued an order to the northwest, asking Wang Yue to stay in Hami and not to send troops personally, but to personally appoint a commander to go to the battlefield.

Although Emperor Hongzhi's approach seemed to please both sides, it actually went against the ideas of the civil servants.

When Chen Ce said this to Zhu Houzhao, he had already considered this result. It depended on whether Emperor Hongzhi could withstand the pressure from the civil servants.

The result was good, and Emperor Hongzhi managed to get away with it.

During the night, the Jinyiwei were still very efficient and handed a list to the Eastern Palace. Zhu Houzhao did not even have time to eat breakfast and walked towards Tongjiqu Hutong on Zhengyang Street with Liu Jin.

There was a knock on the door and Chen Ce went to open it.

Zhu Houzhao walked towards the central hall with a majestic horse and a golden sword, and said, "Chen Ce, right?"

Snapped!
He slapped a brochure on the table and said proudly, "Do you believe in my efficiency now?"

"It's just to investigate one person. Do you really think my Royal Guards can't do such a small thing?!"

"Not only have I found out for you, but three generations of my ancestors have also found out everything clearly for you!"

Zhu Houzhao's arrogant words only lasted for three seconds. As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach started to growl. Chen Ce glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "It's just a normal farmer's breakfast. If you don't mind, have some?"

Zhu Houzhao was delighted, as if he remembered something, and slapped Liu Jin in the face with his backhand: "Shut up!"

Liu Jin was stunned. He covered his face and stared at Zhu Houzhao blankly, saying, "Master, this old slave, this old slave... I didn't say a word."

Zhu Houzhao didn't care about all that and decided to prepare for the worst.

"What are you standing there for? Go to the kitchen and get me some porridge!"

Liu Jin hurriedly smiled and said flatteringly: "Hey, all right, I'll go get it right away."

Zhu Houzhao held the white rice porridge, blew on it with a hissing sound, slurped it mouthful by mouthful, and ate the white flour buns with pickled cucumbers.

Don't say it, don't say it!

This cucumber is very good!

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up and he ate the cucumber in big mouthfuls, enjoying it very much.

Chen Ce had a small appetite and was full after eating a steamed bun and drinking some porridge. The rest was eaten by Zhu Houzhao.

I felt a little sad because this cucumber could have been eaten by Zhu Houzhao for three meals, but he finished it in one meal.

I will never invite him to dinner again.

Chen Ce opened the booklet and began to carefully read the introduction about 'Ningcheng' in the booklet. There were merchants, farmers, craftsmen, and officials.

Just as Zhu Houzhao said, everything about Ningcheng's three generations of ancestors was investigated thoroughly.

Chen Ce couldn't help but sigh at the horror of the Jinyiwei organization.

Although their power was suppressed by civil servants, they were still able to achieve amazing efficiency, which was truly impressive.

If Emperor Hongzhi could make good use of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he would not be suppressed by the civil servants.

But there is always gain and loss. If you want to be an emperor with a good reputation, you will always lose something. This is fair.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but ask, "Why do I feel like you're investigating someone?"

Chen Ce did not hide it and said to Zhu Houzhao: "Well, my parents arranged a marriage for me when I was young."

"I came to Peking two years ago to look for my relatives, but I still have no clues after two years, so I asked you to check it out."

Zhu Houzhao widened his eyes in astonishment, touched his nose, and suddenly felt like a clown.

He was playing with me, oh my god, he was playing with me yesterday!

I was played by him!
The wise and brave crown prince of the Ming Dynasty was played by a consumptive man. Is there still justice? Is there still the law?
Zhu Houzhao said blankly: "You, you are so easy to tell me your purpose?"

Chen Ce asked suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Houzhao snorted, "How dare you! You deliberately provoked me yesterday, saying that my Jinyiwei was inefficient, in order to achieve your goal of finding someone! Is that right?"

Chen Ce shook his head and said, "No, I did suspect that your Jinyiwei was not efficient, but now you have proved that Jinyiwei is very capable."

"I also admire your Jinyiwei's methods."

"But at the same time you helped me find someone, so there is no conflict."

Zhu Houzhao felt confused. It seemed to make sense, but at the same time, something seemed wrong.

(End of this chapter)