The king is not the king, the minister is not the minister

Following Jiang Yue's visit to Huijiang Mansion, Yu Zhuo's mood at this time was not as clear as that of the early Spring Festival.The wedding date was set by Xia Houzhan, and the 22nd of this month is a good day. When the Spring Festival begins in March, he will be busy.It was originally planned to take the exam once every three years, but the previous dynasty had destroyed the scholars, and now the new emperor is on the throne, so Enke was opened.

I hope the epidemic in Beijing will not be too serious.

Doesn't he know Jiang Yue, he is not a senior official, he is quite principled, he was at odds with Zhou Xi before, and after Zhou Xi's downfall, he was also counted as a member of the "neutral faction".

This is also the name in Beijing for those who are unwilling to be flattered by ministers. Although this type of people is often easily valued by the emperor, they can also offend others.Either they are in an unassailable position like Zuo Xiang and Yushi Dafu, or they are people on the fringes of the civil official group like Jiang Yue.

Although he does not form a party for private interests, Yu Zhuo is very clear about the affairs of the court.One side is hereditary meritorious service, the important ministers of the former dynasty; the other side is the Jinshi who came from the first emperor's reign.

After Yuan'er and Dr. Li left, only the mother and wife were left in the house. Mrs. Jiang said solemnly: "Yuli, tell mother the truth, have you ever gone out?"

"Mother, I'm afraid of the cold. It's freezing cold after the beginning of spring. How could I go out? The ordinary servants and maids in the house have never said anything about it."

Mrs. Jiang knows her daughter's character, and she will not lie at this juncture. This is strange. No one in Jiang's family is infected with the epidemic. How could it suddenly...

"Mother, you have met Lord Yu, what do you think?"

"He is good-looking, and he is kind, without any airs."

Jiang Yuli immediately said with a bitter face: "Mother, did my daughter die like this without even looking at Mr. Ruyi, what should I do?"

"Young girl, what nonsense are you talking about!" Mrs. Jiang scolded, not daring to be too serious, "Yuli, it won't happen, mother assures you, it will be fine."

Before lunch, Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Yuli came out.

"Sister, why are you covering your face?" Jiang Yuxiao, who was less than ten years old, asked. Jiang Yue, Mrs. Jiang, and two younger brothers were sitting at the family banquet. The second young lady did not attend.

After Jiang Yuli sat down, Mrs. Jiang quickly explained: "Yuli was caught in the wind and cold, so I asked her to come to pay my respects to the adults, so I didn't have dinner with everyone, so as not to get sick."

Yu Zhuo has never been infected with any disease since he was a child, which is really the reason for his deep internal strength.

"It's just that I was negligent." Yu Zhuo looked at Jiang Yuli's eyes, which could be called Qiushui Jiantong, and she must be an extremely gentle woman.

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Yuli lowered her head, her face flushed, but fortunately she was covered by a white veil.

"My lord, the servants have stepped back." Jiang Yuli's voice was mellow and charming, delicate but not greasy, and it was extremely comfortable to hear.

Yu Zhuo sighed in his heart, if he failed such a woman like water, he would be punished by heaven.After she left, she said: "Gentle and charming, as quiet as the moon, Your Majesty has bestowed a good marriage on your behalf."

"My lord, don't say that. Yuli doesn't have a stunning appearance, nor is she full of talent and learning. I hope my lord doesn't dislike her."

After leaving the Jiang family's gate, Yu Zhuo asked, "Zhu Lan, what do you think of Miss Jiang's family?"

"I haven't met, so I can't see her face clearly, but the second young lady of the Jiang family is well-born and lively, not as well-behaved as the eldest lady."

Yu Zhuo smiled: "You are good at making judgments."

"It's a petty thing to say to grown-ups."

"Being famous before leaving the boudoir, but being a concubine's daughter but being famous over a concubine's daughter, with less etiquette, it is really not suitable to be the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion. I didn't understand it before, but after thinking about it, His Majesty is thoughtful."

Zhu Lan let out a "Hey Hey" and said, "Your Majesty really never leaves His Majesty's words."

"Stop arguing with me." Yu Zhuo knocked him on the head with a folding fan, Zhu Lan suddenly felt aggrieved, and bluntly said that he was going to be knocked stupid.

Passing by a pharmacy, Yu Zhuo originally planned to buy some mugwort for fumigation, but after asking the shopkeeper of the pharmacy, not only his shop was sold out, but other shops were also gone.

Zhulan didn't believe this evil, and said: "Sir, let's go to another house to have a look, maybe this old man is very bad and wants to blackmail us."

"Hey you little brat, what are you talking about?" The pharmacy shopkeeper suddenly became furious, "You just go and look, you can buy mugwort at a regular price here, and you can take whatever you want from the pharmacy."

Squeezing Zhulan's face, Yu Zhuo said with a smile: "How old you are, you come here as soon as you open your mouth, you are ruining people's reputation."

Zhu Lan curled her lips and fled in a hurry.He really asked the shops in the capital one by one, and most of the shopkeepers heard that a half-year-old came to buy mugwort, and immediately let the shopkeepers throw them out.

Therefore, as soon as Yu Zhuo returned to Zuo Xiangfu, he saw Zhulan's mournful expression.

Originally, Yu Zhuo planned to stay until the evening, but the young lady of the Jiang family caught cold, so he had to come back early.Thinking about it this way, you can go to the palace for dinner.

"Where is Ah Bing, tell him to go to the palace with me."

"Okay." Zhu Lan responded immediately, and hurried to Xia Yubing's room, Zhu Lan and Ran Mo's movements and movements were just enough.

Seeing Yu Zhuo who was supposed to appear in Jiang's house suddenly went to eat in the palace, Xia Houzhan was helpless and at the same time felt a little relieved. "Xiao Dezi, go to the imperial dining room and say something."

"okay."

Taking advantage of the fact that only Xia Houzhan and Eunuch Zhao were the only people here, Yu Zhuo felt a little less restrained and said, "This little virtuous son is really blessed. It is said that servants follow the master. Looking at it today, he is still three points close to Longyan."

Eunuch Zhao said with a smile all over his face: "The old slave is not so lucky."

"After turning [-], her appearance hasn't changed much. How can I say I'm lucky or not."

"It's still early, Hengqing will accompany me to the Imperial Garden for a stroll, and the rest of you don't have to follow." Xia Houzhan said, walked into the cloakroom, and changed into ordinary clothes.

Yu Zhuo still had the fur coat entrusted to him by Eunuch Zhao in his hand, and told him to put it on for His Majesty when the wind blows.

"Hengqing, are you satisfied with seeing the young lady of the Jiang family?" Xia Houzhan originally wanted to ask why he came back early, but he was considered a half-forced marriage, so he could only make a twist.

Yu Zhuo said: "Unfortunately, Miss Jiang is ill today, so I just hid my face and didn't talk much about it."

At the end of this month, Yu Zhuo was going to tie the knot with Jiang Yuli, and he couldn't justify not forgetting Xia Houzhan by then.No matter how lost Yu Zhuo is, sometimes she has to face——

He is a king and he is a minister. Yu Zhuo asked himself how he could have such thoughts.

"I see that Hengqing has a lot of things on his mind today, so it's better to live together in the bedroom and talk at night with candles." Xia Houzhan can always meet Yu Zhuo's inadvertent absent-mindedness and loneliness, but it's so unreasonable.

Opening his mouth, Yu Zhuo found that he really couldn't think of objecting.

"Your Majesty will obey everything."

Across the rockery, a group of court ladies covered their mouths and noses, and hurried past with a roll of straw mats, looking flustered, so they didn't notice the pair of monarchs and ministers.

"This is the fifth one."

"I saw Concubine Lin is sick today, I'm afraid it's also..."

"Stop talking, how can you and I talk about the master's?" A slightly older court lady taught.

The little eunuch refused to accept her, and said in a sharp voice: "What kind of master is she? My son doesn't even know which deep mountain or forest he lives in."

"That's right, fortunately I thought she could become the queen mother." Another eunuch echoed.

Yu Zhuo grabbed Xia Houzhan's clothes and said in a low voice, "He died of the epidemic. Don't go there. Don't look at those people who are quick to talk and talk next to the corpse. They will definitely be infected with the epidemic in a few days."

After listening, Xia Houzhan frowned, but still grabbed Yu Zhuo's arm and walked out of the fake mountain forest.

"Where is Concubine Lin, should I also find an imperial doctor to see?" Xia Houzhan asked.

Concubine Lin is Xiahoujie's original partner, and also Xiahoufeng's biological mother, who single-handedly raised Xiahouqi.All these years, she has been contented, not much different from when she was a small family wife.

"About the matter in the harem, of course you have to ask the Empress Dowager."

Upon hearing the "Queen Mother", Xia Houzhan said with some ups and downs in his tone: "Hengqing, you are going to get married, so you should live less in the palace in the future, after all, you have to take care of your wife and children in the future."

It's one thing to think for yourself, but another thing to hear Xia Houzhan say it.

"Your Majesty, didn't you say..." Yu Zhuo closed his eyes, didn't he promise to live in the palace forever, and in the end he refused to even coax him.

"Hengqing?" Xia Houzhan stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch his eyes, Yu Zhuo opened his eyes.

The eyelashes lightly rubbed against the fingertips, leaving a slight itchiness.

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