After Xu Wenbi heard the emperor's harsh words, he was stunned on the spot and forgot to reply for a moment.

After he came back to his senses, his body trembled unconsciously: "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Yijun blew what he had just written and raised his hand to interrupt Xu Wenbi: "I have already written a memorial to the suburban temple and community to express my gratitude and blame myself."

"When the time comes, you will burn it with your ancestors. Remember to mention that I wrote it myself, so that I can convey my helpless sincerity."

After that, he asked Jiang Keqian to hand over the memorial text to Xu Wenbi.

Xu Wenbi didn't accept the offer, nor did he accept it. He was hesitant.

He lowered his head and said sadly: "Why is Your Majesty like this?"

At first he thought the emperor was trying to persuade him not to covet the position of commander of the Imperial Guard.

He was about to defend himself, saying that he had never had a crush on Jin Yiwei.

Before the words were spoken, I realized that the emperor was actually serious and had even written a memorial letter to his ancestors acknowledging his mistake!

No one would set fire to their own home!

Zhu Yijun looked up at Xu Wenbi and said seriously: "Since I have asked you to be in charge of the Imperial Guard, you should ask me questions after you submit your name."

"Tell me, is this true?"

Xu Wenbi's expression froze, and he calmed down his exaggerated expression.

This was the first time he met the emperor. He didn't expect that the king would speak so directly, which was completely different from what he said in private.

Jiang Keqian on the side looked at this scene, but couldn't help but feel emotional in his heart.

He has been following the emperor since before he ascended the throne.

From his characteristic posturing when summoning his ministers to the present, he is now calm and unhurried.

The changes are really obvious.

Xu Wenbi was silent for a long time, and then he spoke with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I am so incompetent and mediocre that I may not be able to take charge of the Imperial Guard."

Not to mention coveting the job of Jinyiwei, even if it is delivered to your door, it is too hot.

Those who have done well in each position will inevitably be hated by others, and it is common for them to die and lose their family.

Those who have no sense of existence are often regarded as incompetent and disliked by the emperor.

Xu Wenbi's ancestor's background as one of the founding fathers of the country made him understand how rare it is to be rich and idle, so he really didn't want to take over Jin Yiwei's business.

Zhu Yijun moved his wrist, shook his head, and said casually: "Xu Qing, when Duke Cheng Guo first granted the title of three princes, and then took charge of the Jin Yiwei, he couldn't say a few words."

"It wasn't until last year that I allowed them to rest in peace and retire with success."

"Now it's your turn to take over, how can I just let you resign?"

It's okay for civil servants to resign at every turn. Where do nobles and nobles get this right?

There are not many capable people in the royal family. Since you, Xu Wenbi, have some talents, if you don't come to take charge of the Imperial Guard and make a name for yourself, will you be allowed to sit in the Duke's Mansion and play hawks?

You can stop doing it if you want to. What about dreams?

Xu Wenbi was silenced by the emperor and suddenly wanted to rip off the heads of those who had praised the emperor's kindness in the past.

Where is the benevolence in this? He only sees domineering!

It makes no sense at all!

It's just that he was really a little confused as to why he found him.

Xu Wenbi smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty ordered me to take over this class, which really scares me."

How could such a wealthy and idle man be appointed the commander of the Imperial Guard?

Zhu Yijun shook his head: "Because I intend to support you nobles and let you live a decent life."

"Since the reign of Emperor Jiajing, only five princes have survived in the world."

"The traitor has offended my Duke of Wei in Nanjing, and regardless of the Duke of Qian in Yunnan, those in Beijing can only become Ying Ding."

"Now that Duke Chengguo has retired after having achieved great success, and Duke Britain's life is short, if I don't let you take over the position of Imperial Guard, who else can you turn to? I don't have any royal palace to be young."

You can't say that your kid has performed well in history and worked hard at his grave, right?

However, the reason mentioned by Zhu Yijun is indeed sincere.

After hearing this, Xu Wenbi had no choice but to accept his fate. Since the emperor had already mentioned this, there was really no reason to shirk it anymore.

He sighed secretly and bowed slowly: "I am willing to do my best for the sake of the country and Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun smiled: "My hands were tied before and after I ascended the throne. Zhu Xizhong died as a last resort. The situation will eventually get better and better in the future. Please don't ridicule me."

"It will kill you."

Xu Wenbi is only in his forties this year, so it’s understandable that he doesn’t want to follow in Zhu Xizhong’s footsteps.

But I still have to make it clear that I am not an evil king who sacrifices a minister for just one thing.

Xu Wenbi quickly explained: "I don't dare, I have no such intention."

Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said indifferently: "You are a responsible person, and I have nothing to tell you. When you gain power, you should first restrain your family."

"Go find Zhu Xixiao. I'll walk you through the process after completing the mission."

Xu Wenbi raised his eyes and looked at the emperor for a moment, then a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

I am afraid that the days when I will accompany you like a tiger are about to begin.

Feeling uneasy in my heart, I tried my best to show a grateful look on my face and bowed respectfully.

Then he slowly withdrew.

After Xu Wenbi left, Zhu Yijun leaned back on the chair and murmured: "You said, how come everyone is reluctant when huge power comes to their door?"

At this time, there were only Jiang Keqian's guards in the palace, but he didn't know whether the emperor was talking to him or to himself.

After Jiang Keqian thought for a moment, he said: "That's because they don't know that His Majesty is wise and powerful."

Zhu Yijun looked at Jiang Keqian and said meaningfully: "If I no longer have the title of Lord Yutian after I take charge, I'm afraid you won't speak like this, and you will strangle my neck even if you don't even say it."

After all, Jiang Keqian had served the emperor for a long time and was very familiar with the emperor's character.

After hearing the emperor's sensational words, he did not panic to apologize. Instead, he whispered softly: "Your Majesty, there is no one around at this time. As a relative, I dare to express my condolences to Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty is a little depressed after being affected today."

"Actually, this matter may not be someone secretly plotting against Your Majesty. To say the least, even if someone plots against Your Majesty, there are still people like me, whose wealth and life are tied to Your Majesty. It is precisely because our generation occupies the majority, and they are

Talents can only crawl in darkness."

"His Majesty just mentioned me. Your Majesty must know very well how coldly I will be treated after my descending rank, and how proud I will be when I become your Majesty's closest minister."

"Your Majesty no longer has the title of minister. I have all received the same favor from the emperor. How can I still resent your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, although it is true that people's hearts are unpredictable, they still have an innocent heart."

The emperor was obviously suspicious today and acted differently than usual.

Whether it was meeting the Empress Dowager Chen during the day, when Li Xuanshi asked the imperial guards to stay outside the door, or tonight when he met Xu Wenbi for a private duet, even Zhang Hong was not in the palace.

All showed that the emperor was never at peace in his heart.

Because of this, Jiang Keqian rarely moved out of his relative's identity and expressed relief.

Zhu Yijun slowly sat up with his upturned body.

He looked at Jiang Keqian quietly, then suddenly shook his head and laughed: "He is indeed a relative of his, and my cousin taught him the right lesson."

"I'm really not in a good mood today, but after you said that, I feel much better."

Jiang Keqian was obviously in a better mood when he saw the emperor joking about his seniority.

He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty has defeated your minister."

Zhu Yijun put his hands on his face and rubbed it, and said curiously: "Jiang Qing seems to have read a lot in the past two years, and his speech and conversation have made great progress."

"I remember that when Depingbo Li Ming passed away, Zhang Hong and even the eunuchs knew that it was the old man, but you just made such a stupid statement, which made me laugh for a long time."

Jiang Keqian showed a trace of embarrassment and explained: "In the past, there was no place for studying in the place where we hung out. In the past two years, I have served His Majesty and my status has increased. I at least want to pry out the door."

"Furthermore, in the past two years, I have been compiling and collecting piano scores, and I have interacted with many literati and scholars, so I have been influenced by it."

He had a former relative who was demoted for committing adultery. Few people were willing to interact with him, and his words were just without a sense of occasion.

But after serving the emperor, if you still don't learn and have no skills, then it's really God's will.

Zhu Yijun nodded happily: "Remember, after you compile the score, leave the manuscript to the National History Museum."

Jiang Keqian responded obediently.

Then he suddenly suggested: "Your Majesty, I have recently collected a lost piece of guqin music. The tune is gentle and delicate, and it has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the mind. Would you like to listen to it?"

Zhu Yijun nodded happily: "Cousin, please quickly get the piano and wash my ears."

After a while.

From the Wanshou Palace, the melodious sound of the piano is heard, like silk threads, and the strings and songs are endless, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
To be continued...