Almost most of the local officials and military officers in Qingzhou were pulled in for the loss of tax banks.

Although Zhu Houzhao returned to the capital with the fleet, the Minister of War and Wang Shouren had to stay and handle local affairs.

Although Zhao Ce was an imperial envoy, he should have been in charge of this matter.

But Emperor Hongzhi agreed from the beginning that he would go to Qingzhou and let everyone see that he had put in his efforts.

Now he not only exerted the greatest force, but also quelled a rebellion.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about the rest.

Wang Shouren stood at the dock a little reluctantly and said goodbye to him.

"I'm afraid I'll see you next year if I'm farewell today."

Zhao Ce smiled: "Next year, I believe that Mr. Husband's knowledge has improved a lot."

Wang Shouren said happily: "Accept your noble words."

The two of them talked for a while and everyone was ready to board the ship.

After bowing goodbye to each other, Zhao Ce walked towards his wife and children waiting for him.

"Let's go, get back on the boat."

Su Caier nodded and hugged her daughter who was sleeping soundly on her shoulders. The two of them boarded the boat side by side.

Zhao Ce lowered his head and asked, "Are you tired? I'll hold Xiaobao?"

Su Caier replied to him in a low voice: "It's okay."

"Just hold me."

Wang Shouren behind him looked at the backs of the two of them and remembered the two of them whom he saw in the temple on the mountain at that time.

At that time, Zhao Ce and Su Caier wore clothes that were only similar to those of ordinary people.

But these two people walked side by side and looked at each other, and could see the full love for each other in their eyes.

Time flies now.

The status of the two is very different from before.

There is one more person between them.

But the look of the two men looking at each other did not change at all.

Wang Shouren smiled and turned around and left the dock.

They had not stayed in Qingzhou for a few days, and the news that His Royal Highness the Prince was the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva had already spread to this place from Yuzhou.

There was a picture of Guanyin that Zhao Ce painted everywhere, which looked like Zhu Houzhao.

Many people bought it home and worship it.

Wang Shouren couldn't help but buy a few copies, thinking about going to Qingzhou to do business and buying some local specialties for his family.

However, before he could handle the Qingzhou matter, Zhu Houzhao and others who returned to the capital had already learned the news first.

Emperor Hongzhi was originally helpless about his son's sneak run away this time.

Later, when I learned that he was actually mingled with the thief, I was both angry and anxious.

Later, after the incident between His Highness and Zhao Ce in Mengcheng was urgently transmitted back, Emperor Hongzhi himself couldn't help but doubt it.

He looked at the portrait in his hand and said in disbelief: "My son is really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

The more I look at this portrait, the more I feel that Guanyin on it is kind and kind, which makes people want to confess.

But he is the only one who pays his son, which is definitely not OK.

Emperor Hongzhi was so disappointed that he was about to put away the painting, but he heard that the prince was back.

After seeing the real person, Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but bow his head and compare the portrait in his hand.

Looking at it, the anger seemed to have disappeared.

Zhu Houzhao saluted him with some anxiety.

"Father, son minister is back."

Emperor Hongzhi glanced at him.

Zhu Houzhao quickly asked for me and said, "This time I went on a tour, I recovered the stolen tax silver in Nanzhili, and quelled the rebellion in Mengcheng."

"After hearing about the deeds of the White Lotus Sect in Yuzhou, all surrendered."

Zhu Houzhao's request for credit was not received, and she touched her nose awkwardly.

He said calmly, "Haha."

"Of course, I don't want to seek credit."

"As the crown prince, it is also a must for my son to make such a great contribution..."

Zhu Houzhao talks to herself alone.

After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi said "hmm".

After receiving a response, Zhu Houzhao quickly shook her tail and walked over.

"Father, please punish your ministers!"

"I really know I'm wrong."

While speaking, I saw the statue of Guanyin in the hands of Emperor Hongzhi.

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Did your father know about this painting?"

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help laughing.

"Is this painting written by Dingxihou?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded and told Emperor Hongzhi vividly what happened that day.

After hearing this, Emperor Hongzhi thought that Zhao Ce's act of punishment would be extremely beneficial to their royal family.

The king's power is granted divinely.

Now the princes of their empire have been packaged as gods, and I believe that the Ming Dynasty will be more united in the future.

Emperor Hongzhi thought about it, but he was too lazy to teach Zhu Houzhao a lesson.

"Okay, the merits and demerits are offset."

"If you want to go out in the future, you must go through my permission."

Zhu Houzhao quickly agreed with nods.

"Whatever the father said, the sons will naturally listen to it."

Emperor Hongzhi knocked his forehead speechlessly.

"Good mouth and smooth tongue."

After receiving pardon, Zhu Houzhao also breathed a sigh of relief.

The father and son discussed what Zhu Houzhao wanted to do again.

Zhu Houzhao was very enthusiastic about this and kept telling Hongzhi about his various thoughts.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "I am not proficient in these."

"Since you want to do it, do it well."

"When Ding Xihou comes back, he will accept your results."

As he said that, Emperor Hongzhi remembered another thing.

"Speaking of this, I still owe Dingxi Hou a lot of things."

Thinking of the little baby carved with jade that he had reported before, Emperor Hongzhi said, "Huzhao, please write an imperial edict for me."

After the imperial edict was written, Emperor Hongzhi was about to send it out with time.

......

Time flies.

The palace examination is released on March 18th.

After that, the ceremony of the rituals and the banquet of the ceremonies were passed down.

Then Zhao Ce managed malaria and recovered tax silver, and quelled the rebellion of the White Lotus Sect.

Now, it has been late April without realizing it.

According to their footwork, it seems a bit difficult to return when Xiaobao is one year old.

The birthdays of the two mothers and daughters are the same day.

So I can only pass by on the boat.

Zhao Ce had no way to prepare any gifts in advance, so he could only cook himself and make a bowl of longevity noodles for both of them.
To be continued...