Lord, I will write novels to support you

Zhu Houxue looked at his son for a while, then laughed, "You really like that writer so much? What's so good about him, is it worth doing this for him?"

Zhu Wenzhen lowered his eyes and became silent.

He doesn't know what is good about Xiao Ke, but he just likes him and thinks about him day and night. There is no one in this world who can touch his emotions like this.

Seeing his son like this, Zhu Houxue sighed and shook his head. Seeing that it was almost dawn and the morning time was approaching, he knew that there would be no conclusion in today's conversation, so he said, "Think about what I said to you when you go back."

"Mu'er is still young, and the marriage is not in a hurry. I will also save your title of King Jing for the time being. Come and talk to me after you think it over."

Zhu Wenzhen raised his head and called "Father", wanting to tell him that he had thought clearly and would not change again, but Zhu Houxue raised his hand to interrupt him and asked Hong Rong to call the imperial physician, "Go and clean up the wound. , apply some medicine, change clothes and go to your mother's place to rest." After saying that, he called people in and prepared to go to court.

Zhu Wenzhen watched his father leave, and then let the imperial physician and palace staff clean the wound and change his clothes. He walked out slowly, and saw Guan Zhong and Geng Xiaobo standing side by side outside, as if they had something urgent to report to him.

Zhu Wenzhen took a step forward and looked at Geng Xiaobo first.

Geng Xiaobo glanced around to make sure that no one was approaching, and then he stuck to Zhu Wenzhen's ear and said, "My lord, there is news about the dark dart you asked to check earlier. It is... a hidden weapon from the prison factory."

My lord has enough troubles now, Geng Xiaobo didn't want to bother him with the dark dart, but Zhu Wenzhen said before, whenever there is news about the dark dart, he must report it immediately, Geng Xiaobo Xiaobo had no choice but to obey.

Zhu Wenzhen nodded calmly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

Geng Xiaobo wondered: "Your Highness already knew?"

Zhu Wenzhen shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether you know it or not."

His father has been eyeing Xiao Ke for a long time. Now that he knows who set up the ambush, what's the use of it? Can he still want his father's head?

Geng Xiaobo didn't dare to say anything more, he took a step back and gave up his seat to Guan Zhong.

Guan Zhong stepped forward and said: "My lord, the crabapple you urged has been brought here for you, and it's just outside the palace gate."

Zhu Wenzhen nodded, "Send it directly to Shoufu Palace, I will go to Shoufu Palace and wait."

The hanging silk crabapple was planted by Zhu Wenzhen himself.

It was the Empress Dowager's favorite flower, but it was extremely difficult to survive in the palace because it was not resistant to cold. Zhu Wenzhen searched for a long time before he found a recipe cultivated in the north. When she was at her most beautiful, she was going to give it as a birthday gift, but unexpectedly, the Queen Mother moved her birthday forward by a whole month...

When she arrived at the Shoufu Palace, the Queen Mother still smiled from ear to ear when she saw the half-opened crabapple flowers. She liked everything her grandson gave her.

Zhu Wenzhen leaned obediently on the Empress Dowager's shoulder, and said with a smile, "As long as the imperial grandmother likes it."

The queen mother smiled and nodded, stroking his temples, noticing the wound, her face suddenly turned cold, "What's going on? Who is so courageous?"

Zhu Wenzhen shook the Queen Mother's hand in a panic, and said with a smile, "I didn't notice it at night."

The Empress Dowager's complexion did not improve at all when she heard the words, "Your father made things difficult for you? It's unreasonable, how can he do it?" As she spoke, she wanted to ask for an explanation for her grandson.

Zhu Wenzhen was afraid that the Empress Dowager would call someone over after the emperor came down, so he hurriedly looked around and changed the subject, "Grandmother, why don't you see Sister Mu?"

Originally, Zhu Wenzhen's resistance to the proposed marriage last night made the queen mother a little bit chilly, but seeing him take the initiative to ask about Zhu Mu, her expression eased a lot, "She was called out by Ze'er early in the morning, Ze'er should go now It's early, she must be back later, you wait here with me."

Zhu Wenzhen nodded in agreement.

He wanted to make it clear to Zhu Mu that no matter what the elders arranged, Zhu Mu must be as innocent as him, and they should stand in the same camp and oppose this marriage.

But Zhu Mu didn't come back as soon as the queen mother expected, and Zhu Wenzhen couldn't wait for her until the morning time passed.

The queen mother ordered people to go out to find people, and she was afraid that Zhu Wenzhen would be bored alone, so she brought out all the newly collected tributes from the warehouse as usual, and asked Zhu Wenzhen to pick and take away the ones he liked.

It is of no use for the old man to keep these tributes by his side. Instead, he gave them to his grandchildren. Seeing them happy makes her even more happy.

Zhu Wenzhen was not polite to the imperial grandmother, went up to pick them one by one, checked around, and finally took the outermost carton, very satisfied.

Zhu Wenzhen has always been unhappy since entering the palace this time, and this is the first time that he smiled from the bottom of his eyes. The queen mother couldn't help but also leaned over to look at it, "Let me see, what treasure did Xiang'er find so happy?"

Zhu Wenzhen opened the paper box and showed it to the old man. It was a box of pen and ink sets.

The queen mother wondered: "When did Xiang'er work so hard? Would he like this ink, paper and inkstone?"

While the two were talking, they heard that Zhu Mu and Zhu Wenqi came back together outside, talking and laughing along the way.

Zhu Wenzhen looked out and saw Zhu Wenqi lightly hugging Zhu Mu's shoulders from a distance, his brows furrowed.

Zhu Mu was originally smiling happily at Zhu Wenqi, but when he turned to see Zhu Wenzhen, his smile froze instantly. He saluted the Queen Mother first, and then called Zhu Wenzhen "Brother Xiangjun" with a sullen face.

Zhu Wenzhen bowed unexpectedly, looking at the queen mother, hesitant to speak.

The queen mother waved her hand, "Go out and play, I'll go inside and rest for a while."

After the Queen Mother left, Zhu Wenzhen turned his head and glanced at Zhu Wenqi, and then said to Zhu Mu: "Sister Mu, the matter of referring to the marriage—"

"—Brother Xiangjun, I didn't know about the marriage referral beforehand," Zhu Mu interrupted him, "I only heard about it when I came to the palace. I know you don't like me... I, I also I don't want...don't want to be with you..."

"That's good," Zhu Wenzhen continued for her. "With the two of us working together, we will definitely be able to persuade the elders. Uncle Huang, I hope that sister Mu can spend more time in persuading her."

Zhu Mu nodded vigorously in agreement, with a relieved smile on his face, and looked up at the prince beside him.

Zhu Wenqi also smiled at her and nodded slightly.

Zhu Wenzhen's brows and eyes became more and more cold, and he came to the prince's side, "Zechen, I have something to tell you."

Zhu Wenqi responded, and whispered in Zhu Mu's ear, "I'll come back to you later." Followed Zhu Wenzhen out.

As soon as he went out, Zhu Wenzhen said coldly: "What are you doing?!"

Zhu Wenqi was slightly stunned, "What are you talking about, brother?"

"You and Zhu Mu...are you seducing her?"

Zhu Wenqi put on a hurt look, "Brother Xiangjun, why did you say that? Sister Mu and I love each other, why not, why did it become so unbearable in my brother's mouth? What is seduction?"

"Zechen, there are only you and me here, you don't have to put on an act like this," Zhu Wenzhen frowned tightly, "You said to help me earlier, and that's how you helped me? I don't need your help like this."

"Zhu Mu is still young and pure-minded. It's too despicable for you to use her feelings like this."

Zhu Wenqi sneered, "Why does Brother Xiangjun say that I am taking advantage of her feelings? How do you know that I don't really like her?"

"How can you really like her?"

"Why is it impossible?" Zhu Wenqi raised his eyebrows lightly, "You can like that poor writer, why can't I like Zhu Mu?"