Five-year enthronement three-year simulation

Outside the palace, the Duke's Mansion.

"A mere girl, dare to influence the affairs of the officialdom—hmph! Has the hand of the Ninth Princess stretched so long?"

After the huanghuali wood case, Cheng Guogong laughed back in anger, and slammed the letter paper in his hand on the table, making a loud "bang".

"At the court today, His Majesty appointed Zhong He as an imperial envoy, and the court issued an edict ordering him to leave for Yuanzhou immediately..." Cheng Guogong gritted his teeth involuntarily, and said in a hateful voice, "It's all the fault of the Ninth Princess for fanning the flames! It's really bad Big deal for the old man!"

Beside him, a middle-aged man stroked his long beard thoughtfully, pondered for a while, and then comforted him: "Don't be angry, the Duke. It is clearly written in the imperial decree. His Majesty sealed it The two imperial envoys... besides Mr. Zhong, don't they have a worthy Wen Dynasty?"

"Wen Chao?" Cheng Guogong sneered, "How can a waste from a poor family win against old Zhong He? ——He was able to gnaw off the hot potato of the Ministry of Finance in just a few years He is a character!" He flicked his sleeves in disdain, and snorted, "Even if Wen Chao has great abilities, he can't think of doing anything under Zhong He's nose!"

Thinking that the matter was irreversible, Cheng Guogong couldn't help talking more and more angry. With a flick of his long sleeves, the decorations and cups on the table and case smashed all over the ground. Kneel down quickly, not even daring to breathe.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man sighed, stepped forward to help up the smashed red sandalwood incense burner next to the case, and said in a gentle tone, "It's a done deal, the imperial envoy will leave soon, why do you continue to be angry with yourself?"

"The old man is not angry with himself!" Cheng Guogong said angrily, "Things have come to this point, isn't that incompetent kid Minghui holding back?"

Both inside and outside the words are full of resentment.

"Oh, the Duke shouldn't think like this."

The middle-aged man frowned, and said in a low voice: "His Highness the Second Prince is your grandson, the flesh and blood of Concubine Wan, and they are all on your side. It's nothing more than petty profit for disaster relief. You can't break away from the Second Prince just because of this little thing, and instead let others benefit from it..."

"Hmph! If he was really on my grandfather's side, he wouldn't just see that Wen Chao was recommended, and then give up easily and stop fighting with the Ninth Princess!"

Although the other party was sincerely persuading, Cheng Guogong obviously didn't listen to his words, he just waved his hands and sighed, "And my daughter, I always ask you for all kinds of medicines on weekdays, and everything I say is my own." People, blood is thicker than water, should help, but in fact, there is no such thing as a father in my eyes, and what I said is all nonsense!"

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, his eyes became a little more desolate, and he murmured: "—In the end, it's not even worse than you, Mr. Zhuli, who has been loyal to this old man for decades, and has never been more than half Be careful..."

At this moment, Mr. Zhuli was also a little moved when he heard Cheng Guogong mention this point, and his tone was more regrettable than before.

"Many years ago, after I betrayed Baicao Valley with my sister, if it hadn't been for the promotion of the Duke, how could we be stable today?" Mr. Zhuli said firmly, "I will always keep this kindness in my heart. How can I not be loyal to you if I go through fire and water to repay you?"

Seeing the sincerity of his subordinates, Duke Cheng's anger could not help but dissipate most of it.He hesitated for a moment, then patted the other person on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the old man has sent people to investigate all these years, but they have never found your sister's whereabouts..."

"You don't have to worry about it, my lord, A-mei has her own destiny."

Mr. Zhuli took a deep breath, and didn't dwell on the past, but brought the topic back to Minghui.

"Let's not mention the other things for the time being, let's go back to the second prince, Lord Guo. In my opinion, not only should you not be angry about this, but you need to take the initiative to show goodwill to Chongle Palace before you can win Move back."

"Later move?" Cheng Guogong frowned frequently when he heard him let him take the initiative to show his favor. "The matter has come to this, what else can we do later?"

"If nothing happens, there will always be another good opportunity."

With a smile on his face, Mr. Zhuli said persuasively, "However, you should be more careful about the stone blocking the way in front of you, and it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Cheng Guogong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became enlightened again.

"Sir, you mean... Princess Nine?"

Mr. Zhuli smiled without saying a word.

The two have been masters and servants for many years, so there is no need to say more, Cheng Guogong has already understood the deep meaning behind his words.

——Indeed, what Mr. Zhuli said is not unreasonable.

No matter how much you blame Minghui in your mouth, in the final analysis, the blame should still be placed on the head of the nine princesses... Cheng Guogong groaned for a moment, his mind was spinning, but he was still afraid of Mingtan's identity and holy favor, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit discouraged.

"No, no, the nine princesses have won the emperor's heart now, and they are even more precious than when they were young. It is definitely not that easy to attack her."

Mentioning this point, as if he suddenly thought of something, a stern light flashed across his eyes, and he lowered his face again.

"Back then, after you pointed out Fujing, Concubine Ning used Manjusri to attack her. This was a seamless trick!" Cheng Guogong said angrily, "However, the surname Zhu didn't live up to his expectations. He couldn't kill her with one blow. Now that such a huge calamity has been buried, it really gives me a headache!"

Recalling this incident after so many years, he still felt very angry, and wished he could beat Zhu Zhishen's father and daughter to relieve his anger.

waste!It's all trash!

Seeing that he seemed to be a little angry, clutching his chest and gasping for air, Mr. Zhuli hastily handed over a cup of warm tea, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly: "If this plan fails, there is another plan—as long as you are willing to plan, Then you can always kick that blocking stone far away, so why bother yourself?"

This statement is ambiguous and very meaningful.

Cheng Guogong stopped drinking tea, threw the cup aside, and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart, "Sir, what do you mean..."

"The reason why I persuade the Duke of the State to show his friendship with Chongle Palace first is precisely for this reason."

Mr. Zhuli narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were dark, and every word he uttered was full of scheming.

"Now that the turn of summer and autumn is approaching, and the autumn hunting ceremony is approaching, the royal family, civil and military officials will all go to Dongfeng Paddock to participate in the hunting. There will be many people at that time, and it will be normal for something to happen..." He said slowly, "However, the Duke is a foreign minister after all, and it is inconvenient to do things in the palace; if the Second Highness and the Imperial Concubine can assist in it, wouldn't it be easy to do it again?"

This statement was subtle enough, but Cheng Guogong revealed it.

He pondered with his hands behind his back and weighed for a while, but finally the unwillingness and resentment in his heart prevailed.So, he nodded straightforwardly, looked at each other with the capable general, and laughed out loud.

"Not bad!"

Cheng Guogong's mood improved, he stretched out his hand and patted Mr. Zhuli's shoulder, and said happily: "This stone blocking the way, we should kick it away as soon as possible, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

……

When Concubine Wan received her father's letter, she was actually preparing for the autumn hunt.

She picked out two riding outfits that were similar in style but vastly different in usable details. While throwing the more ordinary ones to the court lady, she held the more luxurious one in her hand and looked at it for a while before she nodded in satisfaction. .

"Give the previous set to Yao'er." She touched the delicate embroidered pattern on the riding suit in her hand, and said happily, "When Hui'er comes back, I will hand over this set to him."

The maid answered yes in a low voice, and hurriedly withdrew while holding her clothes.

At this moment, Xinxue, the maid in charge of Chongle Palace, hurried to the door of the inner hall, saw her holding her clothes and was about to leave, she hurriedly reached out her hand to stop her, and asked with a frown, "What does your empress want you to do?"

The little palace maid peeked at the inner hall, seeing that no one was paying attention, she just whispered: "Your Majesty told me to send this set of clothes to His Highness the Fifth Highness."

"..."

Sure enough, it was like this again.

Xinxue frowned, a trace of unbearable flashed across her eyes.

When she went to the small kitchen of the Chongle Palace yesterday, she passed by the courtyard of His Highness the Fifth Prince, and just happened to see him hard at work reciting a book...

It's a pity that since His aptitude is slightly inferior and there is no hope of seizing the heir, His Highness Ming Yao is doomed to be unable to get the love of His Majesty like His Highness Ming Hui, no matter how much effort one makes.

Also with such pity, Xinxue stopped the little palace maid, slapped her on the arm lightly, and said angrily and helplessly: "You are also a fool, if you just send it over like this, you are not afraid of making His Highness the Fifth Highness feel bad for your empress? ...You should take this clothes first, and send them to His Highness when I am free. Do you understand?"

Although the little maid was beaten, she was still dazed, "Ah? Sister Xinxue, isn't this the same?"

"It's the same!" Xinxue couldn't help but pushed her, hating iron for being weak, "I'm also your empress's maid of honor! If you let me see you off, you can still say that your empress can't get away. What's the point? That's all, all right, hurry back, and when I'm free, I'll teach you how to do things in this palace!"

The little maid let out a silly "oh", hugged the riding outfit in her hand, and ran away quickly.

After settling down, Xinxue straightened her face, stepped into the hall, walked quickly to Concubine Wan, took out a strict letter from her sleeve, and said respectfully: "My lady, Cheng Guogong sent you a letter. family letter."

Concubine Wan paused when she picked the whip, frowned, took the letter from Xinxue with interest, opened it and read it a few times.

But the more she looked, the tighter her brows were furrowed.

The palace people were so frightened that they didn't even dare to vent their breath. They were the best at observing words and expressions. They all held their breaths and concentrated, and they didn't dare to make a sound to disturb them, lest the empress who was in a bad mood caught them in the wrong place and lost their lives in vain.

After looking at it for a while, Concubine Wan just folded the letter paper, sneered slightly, and waved to the side, "Xinxue stays here, you all go down."

The rest of the people waited for an amnesty, packed up their things and left like a storm, leaving only Xinxue standing there, carefully looking at Concubine Wan's face, hesitantly said: "Madam, what happened to the letter from the Duke?" ?”

"What can be the matter," Wan Guifei sneered, "it's just that I want to send my daughter again."

Cheng Guogong had a very good attitude in the letter. Not only did he not worry about Minghui's failure to do what he entrusted, but he also offered to buy a suit for his grandson so that he could show his style in the autumn hunting.

Unfortunately, these are just words of the scene.The second half of the letter has already made it clear that what he really meant was to let Concubine Wan take advantage of her status to do something in the palace so that Princess Ninth would suffer a lot in the hunting ground.

"..."

Concubine Wan lowered her eyes and sneered in her heart.

Her father said it nicely, but in fact, didn't he mind that Yu Mingtan rejected Zhong Wen and the two and took away a good job that could make him money?

but……

Seeing that because of Ming Tan, the emperor went to Kunning Palace more and more times, and rarely visited Chongle Palace in person like before.The concubines from all walks of life don't show it on the surface, but they are actually waiting to see their own jokes behind their backs, and Concubine Wan is well aware of this.

What's more, this Ming Tan has repeatedly uttered nonsense in the court, repeatedly making Hui'er unable to step down...

No need for father to mention, the nine princesses have long since become a nail in Concubine Wan's eyes and a thorn in her flesh.

"..."

Concubine Wan raised her head slightly, feeling a little jealous and hating in her heart.

To be honest, she was indeed moved by her father's proposal.

Although Ming Tan, who is a royal heir who is legitimately favored, they dare not easily murder—but if they just take advantage of the autumn hunting ceremony to make her lose face and suffer a little, that's all right.

It can be regarded as expressing bad temper to himself and Hui'er...

Concubine Wan's eyes fluttered, and she immediately thought about it.

"New snow."

"The servant girl is here."

"Go to the racecourse for me." Concubine Wan Gui smiled slowly and said in a calm tone, "If the Eunuch Chen who is in charge is here, please invite him to come to Chongle Palace immediately. I have something to ask he."

"Yes."

Although her head was full of confusion, Xinxue didn't dare to ask a single word, she just bowed her body and said: "My maidservant is going now, please wait a moment, Madam."

Under the turbulent undercurrent, two months passed in a blink of an eye.

On the eve of the autumn hunting, Kunning Palace.

"...Your Highness, is this inappropriate?"

Lin Shurong opened her hands stiffly, wearing a new riding outfit specially made for her by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looking down at Ming Tan who was about to embrace her, she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

This distance seems a bit wrong?

"Oh," Ming Tan blinked, not only didn't back away, but stretched out his hand even more vigorously, wrapped around Lin Shurong's waist, and said seriously, "Miscalculated, miscalculated——I thought you would Except for being a little taller than me, the rest of the size is about the same!"

Unconsciously, she was bathed in Lin Shurong's complicated eyes, stretched out her hand to twist the cloth at the waist which was obviously much wider, and said sincerely: "But now, it seems that it is indeed a bit inappropriate..."

The degree of contact between the two was too dangerous, and some friction was unavoidable between the movements of the conversation—Lin Shurong felt that there was a ghost in his heart, and his scalp was a little numb from being rubbed by Ming Tan, so he could only carefully touch the Putting his hands on the man's shoulders, he tentatively said, "Why don't you let me change back into my own clothes first?"

"Why are you in a hurry, I'll see if there are other places to change, and if this color doesn't suit you."

Ming Tan ignored her, still hugged her, put his head on Lin Shurong's neck, and lazily turned back: "Is that why you dislike the new clothes I made for you?"

"...Naturally not," Lin Shurong had no choice but to laugh, "Your Highness knows that I am happy, so why do you say this to make fun of me?"

"Happy in your heart?"

Ming Tan raised his head and got up from the opponent's arms a little.

Wen Xiang Ruanyu left her arms suddenly, but before Lin Shurong felt lost, Ming Tan came back to her.

There was a smile in the black and bright jewel-like eyes, and there seemed to be some inexplicable meaning hidden. When the four eyes met, Lin Shurong was slightly startled, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Then, Qingqing will tell me..."

Ming Tan rolled his eyes deeply.

"Do you feel happy because of this set of clothes—or because I am the one who gave you this set of clothes?"