"Since the imperial doctor said that Li Baiyang is suffering from cold, your majesty might as well watch from a distance outside the door..."

When he looked back, he found that the emperor had already left.

…

When Zhu Yijun walked out of Nuan Pavilion, Zhang Hong greeted him immediately.

The latter was about to speak, but saw that the emperor did not stop, so he had to follow quickly, speaking very quickly as he walked: "Your Majesty, I just went to ask about this matter."

"The red soil was replaced with cinnabar, which was the old practice of rebuilding after several fires during the Jiajing period. No one deliberately replaced the red soil."

The inner palace supervisor is in charge of the construction of palaces and mausoleums in the country.

Ciqing Palace was rebuilt with funds from the Internal and External Seventy-Three Corporations, and the Palace Supervisor of the Inner Court and the Food and Beverage Department of the Ministry of Industry jointly raised the matter.

Zhu Yijun didn't look back: "The old rules of Jiajing? What about before Jiajing?"

Zhang Hong followed the emperor, feeling that as he grew older, his power became more and more unpredictable. Until now, he still didn't understand why the emperor was angry!

He quickly explained: "Your Majesty, in the first month of the ninth year of Zhengde, there was a fire in the Qianqing Palace, which burned down the palace and burned it down from the Second Drum to the Ming Dynasty."

“Then the walls were painted with cinnabar and rebuilt.”

Zhang Hong said this and added: "Only during the Hongzhi period, Emperor Xiaozong reduced the palace expenses, and all the inner palace supervisors only used red clay instead of cinnabar."

Zhu Yijun stopped, and everyone stopped behind the emperor and looked at each other.

After a while, the emperor seemed as if nothing had happened and continued to move forward: "I understand, there is no need to study further."

It means to let go gently.

But Zhang Hong glanced at the emperor's back, and his mood did not relax at all.

The emperor's words were brief and his emotions were unclear, and the atmosphere inevitably became more and more gloomy. Zhang Hong followed carefully behind him, only to feel the pressure growing.

Fortunately, this pressure did not last long.

When Zhu Yijun walked to the Nuan Pavilion of the West Side Hall, he took a deep breath to soothe his unsightly expression.

Only then did he wait outside and go in alone.

Li Baiyang's current status is actually a little embarrassing.

When Li Chunfang sent her granddaughter to the palace, it was in the name of the princess' companion.

But anyone with a discerning eye will know that they came here for the position in the harem.

But the emperor, who was supposed to be the most active in this matter, has yet to express his position - let alone a wedding, at least give him the title of a lady.

If the emperor avoids it, then he should avoid it. If he avoids it to the end, everyone will understand what their attitude should be toward him.

But the emperor maintained a distant attitude.

Some time ago, Li Baiyang was driven back to Ciqing Palace by the emperor. As a result, he fell ill today and the emperor came to visit him in person.

Especially the eunuchs and maids around Li Baiyang became restless.

Before being driven out of the Nuan Pavilion by the emperor, they lowered their heads and carefully peeked at the emperor's expression, trying to figure out what was going on.

It's a pity that the emperor's face is expressionless and his servants are really unpredictable.

Zhu Yijun pulled out a chair and sat beside Li Baiyang's bed.

Li Baiyang originally wanted to stand up and salute, but the emperor pushed him back. He had to lie half down on the bed, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, as if he was afraid of infecting the emperor.

Only a pair of pitiful eyes were left, as well as lively eyebrows that trembled and trembled.

Zhu Yijun did not offer any comforting words such as mercury poisoning should not be passed on to other people. Instead, he got straight to the point: "I don't know what your grandfather Li Chunfang told you when he sent you to the palace."

"Give me a clear answer today."

Li Baiyang was stunned for a while when he saw the emperor's attitude.

Shui Ling's eyes seemed to darken for a moment.

She covered her mouth, turned her head away, and whispered: "When my daughter entered the palace, my grandfather did not explain anything to me, he only said..."

"When he was giving lectures to His Majesty in the court, he saw that His Majesty looked very happy."

"I also see that His Majesty's actions before and after he ascended the throne must be the most heroic figure in the world. I think your Majesty will definitely fall in love with you."

Zhu Yijun sat on a chair, resting his elbows on his thighs, crossing his hands and supporting his chin, and quietly watched Li Baiyang reply.

In his two lifetimes, he was like walking on thin ice; he was always wary of the ups and downs of officialdom.

A heart has long been as cold as iron.

woman?

Oh.

Zhu Yijun stood up slowly and sat beside Li Baiyang's bed, forcing the latter to look directly at him.

Ignoring Li Baiyang's somewhat flustered expression, he solemnly said: "Then I will explain to you today."

"It's impossible to leave the queen's position to you, but I can leave you a copy of the golden book and treasure."

He tried to slow down his tone and said softly: "Is that okay?"

The golden book and gold treasures were originally exclusive to the queen. As a rule, the concubine only had the gold book and no gold treasures.

So there was an institutional innovation.

The person who is above the concubines and below the queen, and who enjoys the gold book and treasures, is the imperial concubine.

Seeing the emperor sitting so close, there was no point in covering his mouth and nose.

Li Baiyang's eyebrows trembled slightly. His already delicate skin looked even fairer and softer when he was slightly sickly.

She raised her head and looked at the emperor sitting on the edge of the bed, looking stone-hearted.

Not knowing what she was thinking, she bit her lip gently and said resentfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun nodded with satisfaction.

He is still very communicative and his appetite is not too big.

He patted Li Baiyang's shoulder earnestly and said in approval: "Let's choose a talented person first, and then change the title to a noble concubine after I take charge."

The maids who are selected into the palace but have no title are called selected maids.

But it is also among the emperor's harem, and it is a status without status.

Li Baiyang deliberately coughed and inadvertently pushed away the emperor's old-fashioned hand that slapped his shoulder.

My heart became increasingly depressed.

She lowered her head, clasped her fingers and said muffledly: "It all depends on His Majesty's orders."

Zhu Yijun stood up satisfied and prepared to leave.

Suddenly Li Baiyang raised his head: "Your Majesty is ready to take charge?"

She looked at the emperor who was about to leave after saying only three sentences, and somehow found something to say.

Zhu Yijun was about to turn around and stopped when he met Li Baiyang's gaze with some surprise: "Why did you say that?"

It was rare for Li Baiyang to see the emperor show interest in him, but because of this incident, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

She forced herself to sit up straight and said softly: "Your Majesty avoided the courtiers earlier, wasn't it just to avoid the matter of pro-government?"

"Since I spoke like this to my daughter today, it is obvious that I have made up my mind."

Zhu Yijun was silent.

He has indeed received some stimulation today and is preparing to take office in advance.

As for what kind of stimulation she received, it is not enough for the female Taoist.

Although political marriages have nothing in common, Zhu Yijun can't help but take a high look at them.

He admitted frankly: "I will be drafting this year, follow the steps, and I will take charge next year."

In Wanli history, a draft was delayed again and again, and even after marriage, they were still punished by kneeling all day long, let alone discussing the matter of pro-government.

But my situation is very different now.

As soon as he opens his mouth, he is immediately overwhelmed.

Neither the two palaces nor the six cabinet departments will stop him.

In fact, he did not originally intend to take office so early.

Zhang Juzheng can live for at least eight or nine years, and it would be good for him to control the overall situation from behind.

However, sometimes the development of things does not depend on human will.

Zhu Yijun realized that he had underestimated the emperor's profession when he thought so before.

People have peace of mind, and he, the emperor, is no exception.

He couldn't guarantee that what happened today was really a coincidence.

What if?
To be continued...