The Wife is First - 102 Chapter 102 Cutting the grass

“Show me!” Gu Huaiqing immediately reached out to grab it, but Jing Shao took it away with quick eyes and hands.

“I haven’t watched it yet!” Jing Shao jumped onto the stone table in two or two steps and stood tall.

There was never a word of nonsense in Jingchen’s letters, and he simply talked about the situation in the capital.

Although the eldest prince was not implicated in the Jiangzhou incident in the end because of his “righteousness and annihilation of relatives”, he was truly disliked by the emperor and became a lot more honest in the court. The fourth prince was thrown to the ancestral temple to reflect. He has been reflecting for several months. Emperor Hongzheng seems to have no intention of bringing him back. Jingyu has been absent from the court, but his gang members have been picked out one by one. Now it is approaching. Another group of people were disposed of at the end of the year.

“Why did your father become suspicious of Jing Yu?” Jing Shao frowned and looked again. He originally thought that Emperor Hongzheng was just beating the fourth prince, but judging from the situation, it seemed that he wanted to kill them all.

“The reason is Zhao Jiulin, the Minister of Rites,” Mu Hanzhang thought for a moment, then turned to ask Gu Huaiqing, “Brother, is there anything special about Zhao Jiulin?

“It’s nothing special. It’s just a piece of cake.” Gu Huaiqing took advantage of Jing Shao’s unpreparedness and snatched the letter. “Suspicion, once it’s born, can’t be stopped.”

Once suspicion arises, it cannot be stopped… once suspicion arises… it cannot be stopped…

Jing Shao was stunned for a long time, then smiled bitterly. In his previous life, he only made a small mistake and was found out about Yan Yin, and then he got out of control. He didn’t know when he committed many crimes.

In Fengyi Palace.

“I made new clothes for the princes, but Jing Yu is not in the palace, so I can’t let him try them on, and I don’t know if they will fit.” The queen took a man’s clothes to show to Emperor Hongzheng and said melancholy. .

Emperor Hongzheng glanced at her and didn’t answer.

Afterwards, he felt bored and secretly worried, but said with a smile on his face: “Your Majesty, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I am thinking about bringing Jing Yu back, so that I can at least spend the Chinese New Year in the palace. “

“Jing Shao can’t celebrate the New Year in the palace, why didn’t you say to take him back?” Emperor Hongzheng snorted coldly.

“If you become a king and fight for the country, you will naturally not be able to return.” The queen gritted her teeth secretly, why did she drag Jing Shao out? Can her son be the same as that loser who cannot inherit the throne?

“I have my own discretion in this matter, and I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” After hearing this, Emperor Hongzheng stood up and walked out. The Fengyi Palace became more and more boring as he sat there. The former court was about political affairs, and the harem was also about political affairs. It was very annoying. .

Watching the emperor walk out of Fengyi Palace, Jihou was so angry that he clenched the silk handkerchief in his hand. Recently, the emperor became more and more impatient to listen to her words. He pointed at someone and said, “Go and find out where the emperor went.” palace.”

“Yes!” The little eunuch beside him responded in a low voice, ran out quickly, and came back after a while, “Go back to your Majesty, the Emperor has gone to Jiaolan Palace.

“Zhuo Shulan is a bitch!” The queen’s eyes were sharp, and she raised her hand and threw the delicate white jade cup. “The bitch who has been out of favor for many years actually dares to be charming again!”

In the Jiaolan Palace, Concubine Shu was looking at the news delivered by Prince Rui, smiling so hard that she bent her beautiful eyes. It was only last month that she learned that her nephew Zhuo Yunji was actually the prostitute Ma Zhuo. She had been depressed ever since the Zhuo family was convicted. Now that the Zhuo family has a successor and a turnaround is in sight, she finally has hope.

“Mother!” The seventh prince Jing Yi ran into his mother’s palace after leaving the school. The little fat boy jumped up and down and threw himself directly into his mother’s arms.

“Naughty again!” Concubine Shu burned the letter in her hand on the candlelight, then lowered her head and wiped the little fat man’s face with a handkerchief.

“Mother, I also want to go to Jiangnan to fight with the Third Emperor Brother!” Ever since Jing Yi met Jing Shao in that study, the little fat boy became obsessed with his brother’s heroic appearance and vowed to become a great hero like King Cheng.

“The Emperor is here!” A loud voice suddenly sang from outside the door, and Concubine Shu hurriedly pulled Jing Yi to kneel down to pick him up.

“Jing Yi wants to be a general?” Emperor Hongzheng walked in with a smile.

“Ever since I met King Cheng once, I have been shouting about going to war every day, and my concubines have had headaches from the noise.” Concubine Shu stood up with a smile, put the hand stove in her arms into Emperor Hongzheng’s hands, and stood on tiptoe to remove his hair. cloak.

Emperor Hongzheng was satisfied with being served, and his complexion became a little better. Looking at the still young and gentle Concubine Shu, he couldn’t help but think of the Empress of the Yuan Dynasty. The Fengyi Palace at that time was also so warm and pleasant: “Concubine Shu Ah, have you ever blamed me for what happened to the Zhuo family?”

Concubine Shu paused in her hands, then smiled and said: “The rise and fall of honor and disgrace are all due to God’s grace. The emperor did not surrender my concubine’s position because of the Zhuo family’s affairs. I am already grateful, so why do you have any strange resentment?”

In the fourteenth year of Hongzheng’s reign, the palace spent its time in peace. At least, it’s peaceful on the surface. In the end, the fourth prince was not taken back to the palace by Emperor Hongzheng. It was rumored in the court that the fourth prince Jing Yu had completely lost his Sacred Heart and might have no hope of becoming a great king.

During the spring festival, Emperor Hongzheng brought Jingyu back. However, the court was no longer what it used to be. His followers had been cut off to pieces. The Qingliu faction in the court were now more polite to see King Rui than before. Three points, it seems that Prince Rui has been regarded as the crown prince.

“Mother, if this continues, we will all be doomed!” Jing Yu walked around Fengyi Palace.

Jihou remained silent and didn’t speak, but held the handkerchief tightly. Recently, when the court heard that Concubine Shu was favored, some people began to vaguely support the seventh prince. It was simply ridiculous!

However, the turmoil in Beijing did not affect Jiangnan at all. In Jing Shao’s eyes, life passed by very comfortably day by day.

In his previous life, Jing Shao fought against the Huainan fiefdom for so many years, so he didn’t worry about people being suspicious of him even if he was slow. According to the rhythm of his previous life, he fought bloody battles every day and worked very hard.

With sufficient capital and collusion between government and businessmen, Wanbao Pavilion opened very smoothly.

Because Fanren’s business was easy to do and it was a large-scale transaction, he made back his capital within one year. In addition to the dividends given to the King of Huainan, Jingshao also had enough money to support his private army. Because one dominant family was too conspicuous, Mu Hanzhang named Wanbao Pavilion under the name of a maritime merchant family in Pingjiang City, and allowed several other shops to open similar shops, but none could surpass Wanbao Pavilion. .

Peaceful days always passed quickly, and another year passed in the blink of an eye. By the 16th year of Hongzheng, Xiao Huang had grown into a big tiger. I heard that Mu Longlin could already call him brother.

Jing Shao was lying on the bamboo couch in the yard, leisurely drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand. Xiao Huang was lying down, scratching the rough edges of the bamboo couch and turning his belly.

“Brother has another letter.” Mu Hanzhang walked out of the house, holding a letter in his hand, his face a little solemn.

“What’s wrong?” Jing Shao saw that his princess had a bad look on her face, so she hurriedly sat up and pulled her onto the bed. He took the letter and looked at it for a few times, then his face suddenly became weird, “Brother asked me about the medicine back then?”

Mu Hanzhang nodded. The tone of Jingchen’s letter was very cautious, and he actually asked about the “incense ash” that the deceased Mo Bei gave to Prince Rui’s fourth son.

“I do have half a bottle here.” Mu Hanzhang took out a small porcelain bottle, which was exactly half of the medicinal powder he poured out from the yellow paper. He was afraid that if they were not in the house, others would find this thing and say no. After knowing it, I took him to Jiangnan.