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

The entire bustling main road is all plain, if the people on the street didn't know that this was the movement made by the Zhou family, they might think it was a national funeral.

Yu Zhuo saw Xia Houzhan at a glance in the crowd: he was really eye-catching, tall and elegant, with a stone blue robe and a black mink fur cloak.

This whole body and appearance is nothing more than telling passers-by that I am rich and that I am of noble birth.

"Your Majesty, why did you leave the palace?" Yu Zhuo glanced at Su Shixue who was dressed in ordinary clothes.

"It's hard to see such a scene of 'the world is plain' without leaving the palace."

After seeing him, Xia Houzhan said, Zai took a closer look, and his expression became strange. This person is actually wearing a jade-colored running water pattern Taoist robe, even the hair style belongs to a Taoist priest, and his right hand...is really a whisk.

"It's just a grand burial, why is your majesty so fussy?" Yu Zhuo said with a smile, he was the only one who dared to put "haggle" on Xia Houzhan.

Seeing his outfit, Xia Houzhan didn't care about so much insinuation, and asked, "What is Hengqing doing?"

"Your Majesty, you don't know that life is not easy for me. For such a house, the manpower to take care of it is a big expense, plus it is a festival to show the friendship of colleagues. No, this year there are so many openings in the mansion. It's hard for me to make ends meet even if I have simple food and drink every day."

Hearing this, the indifference on Xia Houzhan's face was almost uncontrollable. "You lied to me, why..."

"Why didn't Xia Yubing tell you—but this sentence?" Yu Zhuo had already guessed what he was thinking, "Your Majesty doesn't know something. In the past, ministers made a living by selling calligraphy and painting, and at worst they wrote scripts, but today is different. gone."

"Why is it different?" Xia Houzhan silently recorded an account for the people he sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion, not only did not report truthfully, but also ate rice and grain from Zuo Xiang's Mansion for free.

"Of course, after the passing of General Zhou, I'm going to attend the funeral, but I'm so poor, how can I do it? Your Majesty, forgive me, I have to go home and change my dress."

"Gifts are required for funerals?" Xia Houzhan was puzzled. "You don't know the customs of the capital at all." Yu Zhuo's voice faded away.

Thinking about it carefully, Xia Houzhan couldn't help but think that this was a trap set up by Yu Zhuo for him, it was too coincidental...but after leaving the palace, even Eunuch Zhao didn't know his whereabouts.Could it be that Yu Hengqing can really count?

Leaving aside whether Yu Zhuo could be clever and clever, let’s not talk about it for the time being. After he returned to the Zuoxiang’s mansion and changed his clothes, he went to the Youxiang’s mansion with gifts. To die of a joke.

The purpose of Xia Houzhan's trip this time is obviously also for this funeral.

There was a mistake when Zhou Zhao's body was transported to the suburbs of Beijing, and he couldn't find it anyway. The old right minister always thought there was a conspiracy theory, so he urged others to read him.

Yu Zhuo exclaimed, if I knew this earlier, why bother to return the body shrouded in horse leather.

Logically speaking, Prime Minister Zuo and Prime Minister Right have the same official position, and the person who greets him should be respectable, but as soon as he entered the door, a servant with a pockmarked face said mournfully, "Master Zuo Xiang is here, sit inside."

Looking at the busy servants, Yu Zhuo smiled secretly, and only the Right Prime Minister was the first to give gifts at the funeral.

The butler hurried inside and shouted: "Master, something has happened. There is an unknown Mr. Xia who insists on coming in. The guards around this person are so powerful that they can't stop him at all."

Mr. Xia?That was undoubtedly Xia Houzhan.Making a fuss about the funeral of his ministers, if it gets out, his face will be lost.Xia Houzhan also regarded himself as "General Yan".

Yu Zhuo stood up and said, "Lord Zhou, I forgot. This Mr. Xia is an old friend of the truth. He just came to the capital, so he doesn't understand anything."

After hearing this, Zhou Xi's face darkened a lot.Yu Zhuo didn't explain any more, and hurried to the door, pulled Xia Houzhan and ran out to the secluded place, then took out a handkerchief and covered his face.

"Master Zuoxiang is here, this is..." Zhou Fengchang came over to greet him, with a smirk that had several folds on his face.

"My cousin, cousin, is ugly and doesn't want to meet people. After all, he is not from the prime minister's mansion, and he can welcome guests with a pockmarked face."

Xia Houzhan: "..."

Zhou Fengchang laughed dryly, and then said: "Oh, my eyesight is poor, this is Mr. Su's adopted son, isn't he working in the palace? Today's rotation - where is Mr. Su?"

Since Xia Houzhan sat down, Zhou Fengchang glanced at him from time to time, politely, why did Yu Zhuo cover his face?

Fortunately, every time Xia Houzhan showed his face in court, he was slightly covered, and Zhou Fengchang didn't think of the emperor for a while.

As early as when Yu Zhuo entered the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Qing watched from time to time. Seeing Xia Houzhan's familiar figure, she was startled, turned off the entertainment, and hurried over.

He heard Zhou Fengchang's words just now, and asked, "Shixue, are you here under orders to protect Prime Minister Zuo?"

Protecting the left minister - Zhou Fengchang looked a little unbelievable, the left minister was thankful that he didn't trouble others, but he heard that this person was very tricky, and he was hard to guard against. If he was not careful, he would not have sex in this life - really weird!

Both of them were at odds with Zhou Xi, and Zhou Fengchang didn't stay much.

"Your Majesty, you must not leave the palace at will!" Su Qing said

Xia Houzhan was speechless immediately, and asked in a low voice, "Is it that conspicuous?"

"..." Yu Zhuo helplessly supported his forehead, how could the emperor be so funny.

Because Yu Zhuo cried and complained about his poverty, after the funeral team left, Xia Houzhan asked to go to Zuo Xiangfu for a visit, Yu Zhuo dared not refuse, so he had to agree.

The Zuo Xiang Mansion was bestowed by the first emperor, and it was magnificent, but in Yu Zhuo's hands, the residences of the owners in the front yard were acceptable, and the rest of the vacant rooms were in dilapidated condition, which made Xia Houzhan feel uncomfortable.

I thought that there would be a dialogue between the monarch and his ministers that would be enough to be recorded in the annals of history and to warn future generations to be diligent and thrifty, but Xia Houzhan just went to Yu Zhuo's study and said, "If Prime Minister Zuo doesn't feel restrained, he can always live in the imperial study."

Yu Zhuo, who had even finished the draft of "The Book of Commandments", didn't say a similar sentence in a daze.

"What does it mean that Prime Minister Zuo didn't speak?"

"The minister has something to ask."

"Just say it."

"Can you even cover all three meals?" Yu Zhuo taught Xia Houzhan a profound lesson about what it means to give some color and open a dyeing workshop.

Xia Houzhan gave a rare smile and nodded in agreement.

Seeing him smiling like this, Yu Zhuo made a solemn expression and said, "Your Majesty, please make Concubine Yun the noble concubine."

"What do you mean?" Xia Houzhan's expression changed.

"The literal meaning." Yu Zhuo felt that it was not euphemistic enough, and added, "It is not necessary to rule the army to govern the country."

"Zhen—" the word was held up high, but lowered down again, "I will consider it."

The mighty long queue went all the way to the outskirts of Beijing, and Zhou Xi bought a cemetery directly. The scene was very grand, but even the servants who carried the coffin knew that it was just a tomb of clothes.

Clutching tightly the family letter written by Zhou Zhao many days ago, Zhou Xi's eyes turned red.

If the emperor hadn't blocked him, how could his younger brother have died in battle, and how could he not even have a chance to return to his hometown.

The beloved seeks to be married forever; the departed seeks to return to the old couch; the king seeks a piece of paper with picturesque mountains and rivers: even if the common people are cursing.

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