Chapter 21 A lonely man and a widow "Mr. Jiang and His Royal Highness Prince Yu had a pleasant conversation?" "Yes." "understood." Huang Jin got the news and wanted to report it to Emperor Jiajing, but when he went in, he saw Emperor Jiajing discussing Taoism with several Taoists in the smoke, so he decided to suppress the matter for the time being. Then there is no more then. Prince Yu, a cold stove. Jiang Qingzhi is not known to the public, but some powerful people in the capital say that although this person is your Majesty's cousin, he has no foundation at all. The women in the harem were also talking about this royal relative who suddenly appeared. "Madam, that boy is only fifteen years old. He is said to have passed the imperial examination at the age of thirteen. He is a great talent!" Inside the hall, a woman sat at the top. She looked to be in her thirties, without a single wrinkle on her face. She raised her eyes, and her eyebrows, which Emperor Jiajing praised as distant mountains, were slightly raised.
"A thirteen-year-old scholar is quite interesting." The woman was Concubine Lu Jing, the biological mother of Prince Jing Zhu Zaizhen, and also the favorite concubine of Emperor Jiajing. Chen Yan, the female official beside him, smiled and said, "A thirteen-year-old scholar may be a good omen among the common people, but this is what the world lacks the most." "Don't underestimate others." Concubine Lu Jing waved her hand, and the jade rings on her hands collided, making a crisp sound. Chen Yan said softly, "His Majesty has previously had someone reward His Highness." Concubine Lu's lips curled up slightly, "The fourth one is likable." The fourth one she mentioned was Prince Jing Zhu Zaizhen. Chen Yan said: "I'll say something bold..." Concubine Lu said calmly: "Speak." "Yes." Chen Yan's voice was lowered so that only Concubine Lu could hear it. "As for the Crown Prince... Your Majesty is in his prime. Throughout the dynasties, the longer the Crown Prince serves... the more dangerous it is. As for the Fourth Prince, he is filial..." Concubine Lu Jing said quietly, "The princes of every dynasty are thieves. The emperor treats the prince as a thief and guards against him. Over time, no matter how much love there is between father and son, it will be worn away. The fourth son... is just a filial son." "Yes." Chen Yan smiled, and then asked, "Do you want someone to send something to Mr. Jiang?" "Your Majesty has given me a house and good land, so I won't give you anything." "But……" "My family went to the palace to complain last time, saying that the Second Lady is fifteen years old and has proposed marriages many times, but no one has caught her eye." Concubine Lu smiled, but Chen Yan noticed something was wrong and hurriedly flattered her, "Second Miss is beautiful and dignified. In my opinion, she can be a princess. It's no wonder that she looks down on those ugly girls out there." "Girls should get married when they grow up. I know what they are thinking. They just want me to arrange a good marriage for Shan'er. Go there and tell Shan'er not to lose her temper this time..." Chen Yan was stunned. "Madam, do you mean... to let the second young lady and Mr. Jiang?" "Why, do you feel unworthy?" Concubine Lu Jing smiled, but there was more coldness in her eyes.
"I am worried that the second young lady will look down on Mr. Jiang." "Tell her that His Majesty values love!" "Yes." …… Chen Yan left the palace the next day. Fifteen-year-old Lu Shaner was reading a book in the back garden. The two maids beside her were drowsy in the morning sun, and were unaware of the birds singing overhead. Lu Shaner looked up at the birds flying by, closed the book and sighed, "Spring birds know no sorrow, the swallows fly southward." A maid came hurriedly, "Second Madam, the Madam is looking for you." Later, Lu Shaner came to her mother Wang. Saw Chen Yan. "The Queen said that Mr. Jiang is quite talented. Shan'er, you have always liked talented men and said that you would not marry unless he was a great talent. Now it's your wish." Wang said with a smile. Lu Shaner said calmly: "Many people are just good for show." "There will be a banquet tomorrow, Second Miss, you can go..." Chen Yan gave some instructions. Lu Shan'er nodded silently, then lowered her head, with a hint of disdain in her eyes. …… Jiang Qingzhi didn't know that he had become the candidate for nephew's son-in-law in the eyes of others. When he returned home, Fu Cheng reported: "Sir, I went out earlier and found a lot of spies." "Young master, why don't we kill a few of them?" Sun Chonglou was ready to make a move. "Fighting and killing are unhealthy." Jiang Qingzhi said, "This is the capital. Killing people in public, do you think those people will give us a chance to atone for our sins?" "Young Master is your Majesty's brother, what are you afraid of?" Sun Chonglou was a young and brave man who was not afraid of tigers. He had heard many stories in Suzhou Prefecture. As for folk tales, most of them were about the counterattacks of unlucky people. Starting from the Jiajing period, the cultural undertakings of the Ming Dynasty flourished, and there were countless novels and various urban stories. The most common story nowadays is about a poor scholar who falls on hard times, is spotted by a rich girl or the daughter of a high-ranking official, wins the first prize, and wins the beauty. The second is the story of the royal family members who suddenly became prosperous, raised their heads and dealt with their old enemies. Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. He would kick someone else. "Shitou, do you know why His Majesty wants to practice Taoism in the West Garden?" Sun Chonglou had heard about this in Suzhou Prefecture and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is very pious." "No matter how pious your majesty is, he is still an emperor." Seeing Fu Cheng's smile, Jiang Qingzhi said, "Old Fu, tell him about it." Please don't call me Old Fu... Fu Cheng was confused, then looked at Sun Chonglou kindly, "Your Majesty was originally the King of Xing. The previous emperor had no son, so Your Majesty ascended the throne. But the civil and military officials in the court, the literati and officials all want to suppress Your Majesty..."
Sun Chonglou's eyes widened. "They dare to suppress your majesty? Your majesty...isn't your word law?" "Just like me." Seeing Fu Cheng struggling, Jiang Qingzhi said, "There are more than 20 people in this family now. If the servants get together to oppose me, what should I do?" "Kill him." Sun Chonglou looked at the two maids beside him, his eyes full of murderous intent. As long as Jiang Qing gave the order, the two maids felt that this childish boy in front of them could really kill them. This kid needs to be taught! Lao Fu! Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "If I kill them, I will be the only one left at home. Who will clean, cook, and farm?" Sun Chonglou was dumbfounded. "Go buy more people to do the work?" "Most of the scholars and officials in this world want to suppress Your Majesty. What can you do if you buy more people?" "Then...then..." Sun Chonglou held it in for a long while, his face flushed, "What's the point of being an emperor?" "It's really meaningless, so Your Majesty simply went to the Western Garden to practice Taoism." Jiang Qingzhi felt that the Taoist priest was an extremely smart man. This move was a retreat in order to advance, and the ministers were at a loss as to what to do. At this time, someone came to report, "Sir, someone sent a message, inviting you to go to Huiyan Tower for a banquet tomorrow." Jiang Qingzhi calculated that he had been in the capital for seven days, and it was time for those who were waiting and watching to take action. This is the first appearance. "Who is the master?" "Lu." "Hmm?" Jiang Qingzhi frowned, and Fu Cheng said sternly: "Report to the young master from now on. If you continue to cover up, you will be severely punished!" These people all have clear eyebrows and eyes, but they are quite courageous. "Yes." The servant shuddered, "It's Concubine Lu Jing's brother, Lu Wei." Concubine Lu? Jiang Qingzhi took the note and was startled. "What does the mother of King Jing want to do?" Fu Cheng said, "However, it is difficult for you to refuse, sir." Whether it is a polite refusal or a flat refusal, it is inhumane. "Reply to Lu that I will keep the appointment tomorrow." Jiang Qingzhi said. After the servants left, Fucheng and Jiang Qingzhi speculated for a while and came up with countless reasons for Lu's banquet. "Maybe he wants the young master to be his son-in-law!" Sun Chonglou sat on the side, biting grass roots out of boredom. "Nonsense!" Fu Cheng shouted, "The Lu family has a favorite concubine and a favored prince. Concubine Lu Jing is a smart person. How could she violate the taboo and marry a prince?" "But, but young master... is so handsome! In Suzhou Prefecture, there was a shameless woman who threw things at the young master in the street. I wanted to do it but the young master wouldn't allow me." Sun Chonglou said. "That's a sachet!" Jiang Qingzhi frowned, thinking that this kid needed a lesson. But touching his cheek, the original body looks pretty good. …… Emperor Jiajing was influenced by his father, Prince Laoxing, and worshipped Taoism since childhood.
And I like Qingci. Qingci can be understood as mortals writing memorials and prayers to gods. But Qingci is not easy to write. Any minister he admired had to be good at writing Qingci. The fact that Xia Yan was reinstated twice showed that he had strong governing ability, but the key was that he was good at writing Qingci. Yan Song at this time, and Xu Jie later, were all good at writing Qingci. Jiang Qingzhi felt that all this was very far away from him. Early in the morning, before he had even had breakfast, someone came from the palace. "Your Majesty heard that you are talented, so he ordered you to write Qingci." Fu Cheng's face flushed slightly, and he looked happy. Emperor Jiajing would only ask someone to write Qingci if he liked him. Otherwise, even if you wrote Qingci beautifully, the Taoist priest would still discard it like a worn-out shoe. It is true that the young master is deeply loved by His Majesty! Fu Cheng, who didn't know that Jiang Qingzhi had staged a farce to protect the emperor in the palace, now felt that Emperor Jiajing was indeed a man of deep affection. But Jiang Qingzhi was dumbfounded. The original person is talented, but not in Qingci! He quickly declined, and Fucheng almost bit his old teeth to pieces, wishing he could agree on his behalf. My dear lord, why are you still being so humble at this time? Seeing the visitor's expression unchanged, Jiang Qingzhi thought to himself that the Taoist priest was good to me, so let's try another method. "Your Majesty likes nature, so I will write a poem about nature and fun!" The visitor nodded reluctantly, "In that case, we'll come back tomorrow." Writing poetry is not like cooking, which can be done in an instant. Even for a famous scholar, it takes several days, or even ten days or half a month, to think about writing a good poem. The story of Jia Dao's "Tui Kao" comes from this. The person who came said that he would come again tomorrow, which seemed to be a difficult thing for us... I'll give you one day, and if you can't do it, don't blame me for reporting the truth. Fucheng sighed in his heart, took a step forward, rubbed his sleeves with his right hand, and felt that the silver ingot he had prepared earlier seemed not enough! "Tomorrow?" Jiang Qing was startled, then he smiled, "Do you remember?" "What?" the visitor was puzzled. "How's your memory?" Jiang Qingzhi was impatient. The visitor said proudly, "If you don't have a good memory, how can you go out of the palace to do business?" But what are you going to do, Jiang Qingzhi? Jiang Qingzhi paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. The visitor was a little impatient, but he did not dare to offend the upstart. He even felt a little regretful for the difficulties he had made during the previous day's meeting. He was about to speak to ease the atmosphere, but saw Jiang Qingzhi raised his eyebrows. "Listen carefully."
The visitor was startled. "We're listening!" "When the moon is dark, you can see the fishing lights, like a single firefly. A slight breeze stirs the waves, scattering them like stars all over the river." The reason this eunuch was able to work outside the palace was because he was literate and had some literary attainments. Jiang Qingzhi looked at the eunuch who was known to have a very good memory and asked, "Did you remember it?" This person is so talented! The eunuch woke up from his shock and was stunned. "May I recite it again, sir?" (End of this chapter)