Chapter 17 A fat sheep Lu Bing came to report Xia Yan's situation. "...After Xia Yan was put in jail, he still cried out for injustice..." There was a eunuch outside watching Huang Jin. Huang Jin went out, came back a little while later, leaned over to Emperor Jiajing and whispered something. Lu Bing lowered his head. After a long while, Emperor Jiajing said quietly, "That boy said he wanted to sleep on the floor outside my bedroom. Lu Bing, do you think I should agree to it or not?" Lu Bing's heart tightened, and he said with a smile, "Who dares to sleep on the floor outside of His Majesty's bedroom?" Emperor Jiajing said calmly: "I think it's very good!" Lu Bing left later, and everything looked the same. From inside the hall, the Taoist priest's cold and god-like voice was heard.
"What does he want to say? How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?" Huang Jin laughed and said, "Maybe it's just a joke." The hall gradually became quiet, only the incense remained. I don't know how long it took, but I heard Emperor Jiajing say: "I don't like jokes." âŠâŠ There were officials waiting outside the West Garden, and they smiled particularly happily when they saw Jiang Qingzhi. After some congratulations, the official took Jiang Qingzhi to Mingyufang in Xicheng. "That's the Taiping warehouse." The official introduced the situation and took Jiang Qingzhi to a house. "Originally this was the residence of a royal family member, but that royal family member..." The official raised his eyebrows. Jiang Qingzhi knew very well that he was probably on the wrong side. "This house has always been cleaned up, so it is quite tidy." The door opens. More than twenty male and female servants filed out. salute. "I've met the young master!" "From this moment on, they have nothing to do with the palace." The official laughed. Killing a few servants behind closed doors is not a big deal in the circle of powerful people in the capital. "Who is in charge?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
A man in his forties raised his head and said, "My humble name is Chen Chong, nice to meet you, sir." The official whispered, "This is a steward prepared for you by the palace people." When Jiang Qingzhi came to Beijing from Suzhou, the only old friend around him was Sun Chonglou. This is almost lonely. Such a big house naturally requires a lot of servants, and the one who manages it must be reliable. These people are all servants selected from the palace. Donât you, Jiang Qingzhi, trust them? Jiang Qingzhi glanced at these servants, and Chen Chong prepared to introduce... "Sir, this is..." "Fucheng!" Jiang Qingzhi frowned. Fu Cheng stepped forward, "The old servant is here, Master, give your orders." "From this moment on, this is the Jiang family. You are the housekeeper." The situation in the palace is complicated, and Huang Jin and others are not easy to deal with. These old people in the Jiajing Emperor's palace are in high spirits and are fighting openly and secretly with a group in the palace. When Jiang Qingzhi first arrived in Beijing, many people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself. God knows if there are any spies among these slaves in front of me. Furthermore, Jiang Qingzhi felt that having a eunuch be the housekeeper was a kind of inexplicable black humor, which was very festive. Fu Cheng originally thought that he would become a bodyguard-like existence, after all, his origins were somewhat confusing. As a rising star in Beijing, Jiang Qingzhi had a bright future. As the saying goes, rising tide lifts all boats. Being the steward of the Jiang family, although he has a lot of power in the capital, it is also a lucrative job that brings both fame and fortune. Chen Chong was stunned, "Sir..." "Shut up!" The official shouted at him, but in his heart he had a much higher opinion of Jiang Qingzhi. "Why, you don't want to?" Jiang Qingzhi turned around. If Lao Fu didn't want to, Jiang Qingzhi was going to let Sun Chonglou act coquettishly and cutely in private. Thinking about how Sun Chonglou acted like a god of death when killing the Japanese pirates, Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but shudder and felt that he was not kind. Fu Cheng lowered his head, "After all, this old slave..." "You are Shitou's master. We share the same honor and disgrace." Jiang Qingzhi patted Fucheng's shoulder. Liu Bei gained the loyalty of his general by throwing his child. Jiang has no son at the moment, so he might as well employ someone he trusts. The key point is that he has no one available... If that fool Sun Chonglou were to be the housekeeper, the Jiang family would become a laughing stock in the entire capital. The house is really not small. Jiang Qingzhi only brought Fucheng and Sun Chonglou on this trip. Sun Chonglou wandered around exploring like a country bumpkin, and Jiang Qingzhi just took a casual look at him and asked someone to settle him down.
Fu Cheng had seen all kinds of magnificent buildings in the palace in his early years, so he could take it lightly, but Jiang Qingzhi was even more careless than him, which surprised the accompanying officials. When he went back and told his colleagues about it, they laughed and said, "It's just a pretense." There has been a gap between northerners and southerners ever since the imperial examination. Now a bumpkin has come from the south and happened to run into some northern officials. "By the way, that prince consort is furious." Everyone lowered their voices. That day, Jiang Qingzhi made himself a hot pot and ate it to his heart's content. "The pot is burnt, go to sleep." Jiang Qingzhi had been nervous since he traveled through time, but now he finally relaxed. A dreamless night. "hungry." Sun Chonglou started yelling early in the morning. "Shut up!" I donât know where Fucheng got the chicken leg from, but he just used it to stuff Sun Chonglouâs mouth. "Woo woo woo!" Sun Chonglou glared, then started eating with a smile on his face. "Ancestor, don't wake up the young master." Fu Cheng said unhappily. In the bedroom, Jiang Qingzhi woke up slowly and listened to the noise outside. He felt surprisingly relaxed and calm. In my mind, the big tripod was still spinning slowly. "I say, yesterday we met the emperor, which was a historic event after all! Why didn't the country move?" The big tripod remains simple and ancient. Hey! Jiang Qingzhi sat up and stretched. Squeak! The door opened and two maids came in. "What is this for?" Jiang Qingzhi frowned. Outside the door, Fu Cheng said, "These two were picked by this old servant to serve the young master." Jiang Qingzhi was not used to it, but he knew that if he refused, it would damage Fucheng's prestige in the hearts of his subordinates. Damn! What a difficult job this master has done. Jiang Qingzhi enjoyed himself while complaining a lot. He was a handsome young man. Two maids helped him get dressed. Jiang Qingzhi accidentally noticed that one of them had a slightly red face, so he asked, "Did you catch a cold?" If a servant fell ill these days, he had to be isolated. If he infected his master, he deserved to be beaten to death.
The maid knelt down with a pale face, "I don't have a cold." Jiang Qingzhi did not comment. After he left, the two maids came out after tidying up the bedding. Fu Cheng was waiting outside and said coldly, "The palace knows my identity. When I was with the late emperor, I saw many women who wanted to climb into his bed... But, don't climb into your bed randomly, otherwise even if you succeed, I can make her disappear quietly!" These words were spoken in the palace's tone, and the two maids were so scared that they quickly apologized. Jiang Qingzhi was unaware of this incident and someone reported it to him. "Marquis Jingshan is here to visit." "Marquis of Jingshan?" Jiang Qingzhi frowned, he had some impression in his memory. It was not until he met Cui Yuan, Marquis of Jingshan, that Jiang Qingzhi remembered some of the old man's historical deeds. When the previous emperor passed away, the court and the palace decided to let Prince Xing succeed to the throne, so they sent people to welcome him. The person who left was this old man. Cui Yuan married Princess Yongkang, the daughter of Ming Xianzong Zhu Jianshen, who was the uncle of Emperor Jiajing in terms of seniority. Emperor Jiajing was a man of great affection, and Cui Yuan remained in power and was highly favored because of his contribution in welcoming the emperor to the throne. Remember, this prince consort was very close to Yan Song, Lu Bing and others. So, what is he doing here today? Jiang Qingzhi narrowed his eyes and looked at Cui Yuan who was sitting next to him. "According to seniority..." Cui Yuan was also looking at Jiang Qingzhi. In terms of seniority, Jiang Qingzhi is one generation younger than Cui Yuan. Is this a test or a gesture of goodwill? Fucheng stood outside the door with his hands folded. Jiang Qingzhi laughed, "I am from your maternal family." You, Cui Yuan, are the son-in-law of the royal family and have nothing to do with me. Fu Cheng raised his eyes and felt that the young master was a little tough, but he couldn't help laughing and lowered his head. Cui Yuan had no special ability, and relied on his status and luck in choosing a team. If Jiang Qingzhi bowed his head, Cui Yuan could use his status as an elder to suppress him. Sir, you are indeed wise. Cui Yuan's beard trembled. "Who taught you to disrespect the elderly?" Jiang Qingzhi was only fifteen years old, so there was nothing wrong with Cui Yuan scolding him in this tone. But Jiang Qingzhi was not used to his bad habits, so he took out a cigarette and said, "Stone." Sun Chonglou came over and lit the coals. Jiang Qingzhi tilted his head to light the incense, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said to Cui Yuan with a sidelong glance: "So, what are you doing here, Prince Consort?"
This question startled Cui Yuan, and then he sneered, "Xia Yan has ulterior motives. I heard that you get along well with him. I guess you have no elders, and no one to teach you... I came here today to remind you that living in the capital is not easy. Young people should be cautious." These words are well-thought-out, and they also hint at the care and concern of an elder. Look, how much I care about the younger generation? Even if His Majesty knew about this, he would only praise me. Cui Yuan, who had been favored for many years, smiled faintly at this moment, looking calm and relaxed. Yesterday Yan Song sent someone to tell him: Your Majesty is quite friendly to this cousin. Cui Yuan was able to remain powerful for a long time only because of the favor of Emperor Jiajing. Now he has a rival, and this rival and Xia Yan are surprisingly quite compatible. How could Cui Yuan, who has had a smooth life, bear it? Look, he's here to cause trouble early in the morning. Cui Yuan looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a hint of sneer on his face, waiting for the young man to be forced to bow his head. Don't bow your head! He is my enemy! It means disrespecting the elders of the royal family! If this blame is thrown upon you, Jiang Qingzhi, can you bear it? Jiang Qingzhi remembered it at this moment. The downfall of Xia Yan was also driven by the Prince Consort Cui. As long as Xia Yan was not killed, Cui Yuan and others would feel uneasy. Jiang Qingzhi shook off the cigarette ash and spoke: "Even if you want to teach me, it's not your turn!" This young man is going to make a scene... Cui Yuan's eyes flashed fiercely, "Who are you talking about?" He had already found out that Jiang Qingzhi was a son-in-law and had no elders in the family. Jiang Qingzhi looked at Cui Yuan sarcastically, "I'm not asking for advice from your majesty, my brother, but you. Are you worthy enough?" Everyone saw Cui Yuan's face turned pale, pointing at Jiang Qingzhi and stomping his feet for a long time, "Go!" A neighbor came out in the morning and happened to run into Cui Yuan walking out of Jiang's house. "Isn't that Prince Consort Cui? Why is he so embarrassed?" Cui Yuan's face flushed, and he hit his chest hard after coming out. puff! A mouthful of blood spurted out. "Sir, Cui Yuan is vomiting blood." Sun Chonglou came to report happily. Jiang Qingzhi was preparing to eat breakfast when he heard this and said, "You'll get used to it if you keep vomiting." Fu Cheng waited on the side and said softly, "Cui Yuan is favored, so you should be careful of his revenge." "Do you know what they are afraid of?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Fu Cheng shook his head. He had been away from the palace for many years and didn't know much about the current situation. "They are afraid that Your Majesty will use Xia Yan again." Xia Yan was like a sharp sword, so sharp that even Yan Song had to kneel down. In history, he was overthrown by Emperor Jiajing three times and reinstated twice, and each time he was reinstated, he was able to terrify his opponents. If he were to be reinstated this time, how madly would he take revenge on Yan Song, Cui Yuan and others! This is also the reason why Cui Yuan came here. ââBoy, donât fucking say good things about Xia Yan in front of His Majesty, otherwise I will kill you! Cui Yuan originally thought that Jiang Qing would not dare to offend him, a clan leader, when he first arrived in the capital. Fucheng walked out and looked outside with pity. "If Cui Yuan knew that the young master embarrassed Lu Bing yesterday, he wouldn't dare to humiliate himself today!" But Jiang Qingzhi was already stunned. The numbers on the big tripod in my mind actually changed. . It actually increased by years. Why is this? Jiang Qingzhi was puzzled and suddenly froze. Could it be that it was the benefit of me causing Cui Yuanqi to vomit blood? This Cui Yuan is actually a fat sheep? ! Seeing the young master in a daze, Sun Chonglou said, "Young master, is the food cooked by the chef not tasty?" Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. "I'm thinking about how to get the benefits slowly and steadily." (End of this chapter)