Then he turned to Mrs. Wu and said softly: "The hall is filled with smoke and mist. Jieyu should go outside to get some fresh air."

Wu Jieyu has been in the palace for several years, so she naturally understands the truth.

Knowing that the emperor wanted to talk to the two palaces about business, he bowed politely and silently retreated out.

"I would like to donate five thousand taels of silver to my mother, and build the Zhuozhou Temple for the Empress with the Ministry of Industry, and pray for Wu Jieyu's son, Zhu Li."

"Mother, last year when the household department was involved in the incident, Zhao Shenlu Cai stood up for this matter. He talked about giving money to build a temple to worship Buddha and pray for blessings. They were all nonsense. They invaded from the north and the south, ruined the place, taxed and dredged the river, and sold it.

Wife, what kind of disaster is this? I really can’t stand it. In my opinion, it’s better to do less than to do more. It’s better to build bridges and pave roads. The Huliang River and the bridges outside Beiguan are in disrepair for a long time..."

"...It is naturally too early to make a memorial. I just asked the Prince Consort Xu Congcheng to go to the Temple of Heaven and Earth to pray for blessings."

"Wu Jieyu has a lot of inconvenience around her mother, so she should move to Suyu Palace..."

As Wu Jieyu slowly walked out of the hall, the sounds inside became quieter and quieter.

She stood at the door of the palace for a while.

It wasn't until the eunuch came over to approve her cloak that she came back to her senses, walked down the stairs, and silently raised her eyes to look at the snowy scene.

Snow scenery has always been beautiful for both refined and popular tastes.

After a while, she fell into a trance.

I don’t know how much time passed.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice rang in her ears, and Wu Jieyu suddenly came back to her senses.

Only then did I realize that the doors of the Qingfu Palace were wide open and the honor guards of the two palaces had disappeared.

Only the emperor stood beside him, looking along his gaze.

She subconsciously wanted to salute.

But his body was hugged by the emperor.

"I just said, sister, move slower."

Zhu Yijun held Wu Jieyu's waist and said softly: "The mother-in-law of the two palaces just agreed with me. From now on, my sister will move to Suyu Palace and she will no longer have to serve beside me."

"Sister, please follow me back to Wanshou Palace for now and wait for Suyu Palace to sort it out."

Wu Jieyu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "The green forest is as green as a bath, and it is always the rain and dew ointment from the heaven. It is all your majesty's favor. I am truly ashamed of this."

"Besides, it's actually not bad to serve the Cisheng Queen Mother, and it will save you a lot of trouble."

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

After greeting the accompanying ministers, he took Wu and walked hand in hand in the direction of Wanshou Palace: "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Love is love and kindness is kindness. The former only needs to be felt by my sister, while the latter is for outsiders to watch."

"If I don't reward my sister, I will let outsiders gossip."

"As well as my sister and parents, I will also reward them."

After hearing this, Wu Jieyu's face showed some tenderness visible to the naked eye.

The emperor's mouth is always hard to resist.

The two of them walked very slowly. Wu Jieyu leaned against the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I am not retreating in order to advance. In fact, I am suddenly lavished on you. I am afraid that I will forget everything and lose my holy favor."

Having said this, Zhu Yijun realized something.

He frowned and asked, "Did someone in the family commit a crime?"

Wu Jieyu was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

The complicated expressions that exposed the wife clan appeared on her delicate face, which really made me pity her.

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw his appearance.

Fortunately, Wu Qingbo has been holding him back all year round, and his resistance to this kind of thing has improved a lot.

Zhu Yijun didn't look too reproachful, but still asked in a gentle voice: "Sister, tell me first and let me listen."

Wu Jieyu pursed her lips and said, "Last month, when I was about to have my period, I not only called the imperial doctor to check my pulse, but also complained to my mother."

"Unexpectedly, after my father heard about this, he went back and told everyone that he must be pregnant with a dragon seed."

Zhu Yijun put his arms around Wu Jieyu's shoulders and listened quietly.

"The day before yesterday, my mother came into the palace and told my concubines that lately there has been an endless flow of people coming to the house to give away fields and money."

"Even Yan Shenggong's family came to visit me and secretly sent part of the land in Shuntian Mansion to my family's name."

As Wu Jieyu spoke, she carefully looked at the emperor's face.

Zhu Yijun is well-informed and has no anger on his face.

He rarely showed a hint of surprise: "The Kong family also has land in Shuntian Mansion!?"

He naturally knew about the Kong family's annexation of land.

In the past few years, King De sent people to Beijing every year to complain, saying that Kong Shangxian occupied 9,000 acres of the palace and refused to return it.

In the fourth year of Wanli, King Lu also filed a lawsuit against Kong Shangxian for instigating Hao You to invade and seize acres of land in Qufu, Yuncheng, Yanggu and other places.

Xu Sansheng, the imperial censor, also reported that a fight broke out between the Kong family and Hao You over the land in Zouxian County, and seven servants and knights were killed.

As the magistrate of Zouxian County, Kong Shangxian confused right and wrong, used public weapons for private purposes, convicted and imprisoned his enemies, and usurped acres of land.

Because of this mess, Wang Xilie, the governor of Shandong Province, opposed the public opinion and requested the removal of the hereditary post of magistrate of Zouxian County from the Confucius family. He ordered the magistrate of Yanzhou Prefecture to manage the county affairs, and the magistrate only had jurisdiction over Linmiao.

It is precisely because of this that even though Wang Xilie died suddenly in office and worked hard, he was still completely smeared in Shandong.

Zhu Yijun has long wanted to take action on these Bo Xuns of the Kong family.

To overthrow the Confucius family store and rescue Confucius, there is no time for Du Tian to be more justified than now.

In fact, the Kong family was the top priority this time.

However, he originally thought that the Kong family was just running rampant in Shandong.

Unexpectedly, they were all merged into Shuntian Mansion!

It’s amazing that in history, the so-called acres in the name of Chongzhen’s father-in-law, which Li Zicheng divided up among tenants, turned out to belong to the Kong family!

Wu Jieyu carefully responded to the emperor's words: "Your Majesty, the officials and concubines of other prefectures and counties in Shuntian Prefecture are not sure. The Yansheng family only entrusted 14,300 acres of Wuqing County to my father."

"I hope your majesty will forgive me!"

Zhu Yijun snorted from his nose.

Huairou Bo occupied an extra thousand acres and was beaten to death in the county government office. Looking at it now, he probably feels that he died unjustly.

No wonder Liu Shiyan was aggrieved by Shi Guangzu.

It really is a small witch that makes a big witch appear.

Seeing the worried look Wu Jieyu looked at him, Zhu Yijun put away his thoughts: "I know. If my sister can tell me about this, it shows that the husband and wife are one, and even more so the mother's family. How can I blame my sister?"

"Sister, don't worry, I'll take care of this myself."

The emperor stroked Wu Jieyu's head in his arms and spoke softly.

But he turned his head away and glanced at Sun Long behind him.

Sun Long, who was accompanying him, looked at the emperor's slightly narrowed eyes, understood, and silently retreated.

…

At night.

In the Longevity Palace, the lights are brightly lit.

Zhu Yijun was still writing at his desk.

After hanging out in the Beijing camp for a few days, I naturally accumulated a lot of memorials.

Even if I sit there from lunch until nightfall, there is still a mountain-high pile of memorials on the table.

When the bachelor Shen Shixing passed the examination in three years, Yin Yizi gave him the imperial edict.

Plus, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Wang Guoguang, Prince Taibao.

In addition, the former Minister of Rites and Grand Master Ma Ziqiang, a scholar of Dongge University, granted him the gift of building an archway.

The imperial horse supervisor allowed the imperial horse supervisor to follow Zhang Cheng's instructions and transfer to Taipu Temple. He then selected three thousand geldings and sent them to the supervisor for training in order to prepare for the escort.

He was given to King Zhu Juncha of Shanyin, one volume each of the Four Books and Five Classics, and the academy he built was named Leshan; to Zhu Yunhua, the lieutenant of the Fu Kingdom, one volume each of the collection of algebra and the Elements of Geometry, and the iron-making blast furnace he built was named Anshan.

Yang Lie, the official Xuanwei envoy to Bozhou, was invited to bury him at the request of his son Yang Yinglong.

He ordered Zhu Shitai, the Bo of Jinghai, to be stationed at the Longjiang Shipyard, the Nursing Department, and the Water Transport Office to trial the operation of ocean-going ships.

All of the above are matters that cannot be handled by the cabinet and can only be witnessed by the emperor himself.

As I continued to review each piece, time flew by quickly.

kindness?

Zhu Yijun was reading a memorial and subconsciously made a sound of doubt.
To be continued...