Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 252

The little fat man spoiled the atmosphere, and the old man immediately became unhappy, glared at him and said, "Don't mention these two bastards, I'm tired of hearing it!"

They all called me, so I won’t mention it.

Jia Cong closed his mouth, quietly watching the old man behave miserably.

Sure enough, it was an old child, a child, the old man of the saint poured out his bitterness for a long time, and suddenly the conversation changed and even the old man Xie complained.

"And your boss, I just lowered his rank, and I have been angry with me for several years. Didn't you say that thunder, rain and dew are all the favor of the king? He is good, hiding at home every day playing with women, and dancing while drunk. Scold me with your feet."

Uh……

The old lady trembled when she heard it, Yuan Chun smiled wryly and didn't know how to respond, not to mention Madam Xing, she thought that the old man would be really angry, and his face was so pale that he almost knelt down.

Jia Cong answered quietly: "Your fault, you almost ruined my father!"

"Little bastard, you are deliberately trying to make things difficult for me today, right?"

If it weren't for my inability to act now, believe it or not, I will hang you up on a cane to serve you today!
The sage old man turned his head and refused to talk to the little fat man who made trouble, and said to the old lady: "I'm hungry, let someone prepare a meal. Remember to cook more meat. These days, the clear soup and water, I feel like I'm going to become a cow and a sheep. gone."

Dai Quan, who was waiting on the sidelines, almost wrinkled his brows into caterpillars, his bitter expression showed his embarrassment.

"Saint, the imperial doctor said that you are not allowed to eat greasy food..."

"The imperial doctor knows fart. I have never been wronged like this in my life. The food eaten by emperors and emperors is not as good as that of ordinary people!"

The old man was angry on the face, but in fact there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

After leaving the palace, the fourth child can no longer control him. He can do whatever he wants, eat whatever he wants, and curse people if he wants to. He is really arbitrary!

Originally, Mother Jia was going to arrange for the cook to cook, but she was in a dilemma when she heard Dai Quan's persuasion.

She couldn't help but turned her gaze to Jia Cong for help, and after seeing Jia Cong nodded, she let Yuanyang go to stare at the kitchen in person.

Jia Cong went there with the mandarin ducks. The old man ate a little less due to the arrangement of the imperial doctor these days, so it was no surprise that he wanted to eat some heavy meat.

But in the end, it is hindering the dragon's body, so Jia Cong told the kitchen staff to find a way to avoid heavy and greasy ingredients, and to match nutrition and taste well, which can be regarded as satisfying the poor old man who has eaten "clear soup and little water" for several months. .

I don't know the taste of meat in March, and it's a panic to live too long.

As long as the chefs of Rongguo Mansion have a spatula in hand, even a piece of tofu can make a delicacy in the fairy world.

After careful preparation by the chef, braised pork trotters made of tofu, carp baked noodles made of tofu, braised lion head made of tofu...

Well, most of them are carefully baked tofu and pasta, but Taishanghuang is addicted to it.

Coupled with a few real meat dishes, the old man's previous resentment against the little fat man who kept tearing things up disappeared without a trace after finishing three bowls of rice, and even made several costless promises during the meal.

For example, in the future, I will bestow characters on Jia Cong's son, and reward the most exquisite satin to the little girls in Rongguo Mansion after returning to the palace, etc.

The old man touched his obviously protruding belly, and waved to Jia Cong: "No, I'm full...Little fat man, accompany me to your relatives' garden for a walk to eliminate food."

Jia Cong should obey the sage's oral instructions.

Decorated with colorful lanterns, this family-seeking garden of the Jia family is like a fairyland on earth, so beautiful that it is unreal.

The sage stands on the second floor of the waterside pavilion, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

In the small building in the middle of the lake, the little girl's laughter could be faintly heard, which made the old man a little envious.

The reflection in the water is even more dreamy in the slight waves of the lake, even the well-informed old sage had to admire it again and again.

He suddenly sighed softly: "Compared with your garden, my Dragon's Head Palace can be described by the four words "Four Walls."

Jia Cong rolled his eyes and muttered, "Those pillars of the Dragon Head Palace are enough to build ten gardens."

The old man knocked on Jia Cong's head angrily: "Do you think the Dragon Head Palace is spacious enough?"

Jia Cong nodded silently. The area of ​​the Dragon Head Palace is nearly one-eighth of the Forbidden City. Can it be spacious?

"That's why I said that the Dragon's Head Palace is completely empty."

Ok?
The old man sighed: "In such a big palace, there is only one lonely person!"

"My son wanted to live with you in Huangji Hall before, but you forced him out."

The sudden resentment behind him surprised the old man.

"Fourth, why are you here?"

Dai Quan bowed down from a distance: "Saint, the emperor won't let the old slave report..."

The muscles at the corners of Liu Heng's mouth were twitching. His father was too fidgety. He was planning to handle the matter of the army going south, but because he was worried about his old father who ran away from home, he had to throw away the military ministers of the five armies' governor's mansion and the cabinet. Down.

When he learned that the old man was eating and having fun, he was relieved.

He rushed to the garden excitedly, wanting to comfort his angry old father, but unexpectedly heard the old man's latest explanation of his family's desolation.

All of a sudden, Liu Heng was depressed.

Your son is about to give up his face and colorful clothes to kiss, but you always think that your son is an eyesore, and this will say that you are lonely and cold...

The old sage looked a little embarrassed. Although he didn't say it clearly, he still had a weird feeling of being caught raped on the spot. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to explain it to his stubborn son.

After a long awkward silence, Liu Heng sighed: "Father, you have played all afternoon, I will take you home to rest."

"If you don't go back, you won't go back, and it's not easy to go out of the palace. You have to have enough addiction before you talk."

The old sage shook his head and waved his hands, and said decisively: "The little fat man has promised me that he will take me to Mrs. Wei's birthday banquet in two days. I heard that something very interesting will happen that day. It's so fun." How could it be missed!"

ah?When did I say that?
From the bewildered expression on the fat man's face, Liu Heng knew that it was the old man's own pleasure.

He opened his mouth, but finally chose to compromise.

The old man's mood finally eased, so just let him mess around.

Liu Heng sighed leisurely: "Then son will stay with you in the garden temporarily..."

"Nonsense, you are the emperor, and you live outside the palace walls. If thieves find out your whereabouts and do those unspeakable things, wouldn't the world be in chaos? What's more, there are so many papers to be reviewed every day, isn't it? Can you still ask the Secretary of General Administration to send all the memorials from various places to Ningrong Street?"

Liu Heng laughed when he heard the words: "Don't worry, my father, my son has already dealt with the important documents before leaving the palace, and even threw Hong'er into the Palace of Qinzheng. I think he will take care of the rest of the matter."

……

ding ding ding...

The Jingyang bell rang, and Beijing officials of the fifth rank and above lined up neatly to enter the front hall of the Qinzheng Hall.

But today's Chang Dynasty is a bit confusing, the dragon chair is empty, only the fourth prince Liu Hong is sitting on the high chair next to the dragon chair.

After the current emperor ascended the throne, except for the occasional absence from work due to serious illness, he could always see the black face that everyone owed him a million and one hundred thousand on the dragon chair.

Qi Bohan, as a bachelor temporarily in charge of the cabinet, was the first to ask, "Dare to ask the fourth highness, why did your majesty not go to court today?"

With dark circles under his eyes, Liu Hong resisted the urge to yawn.

It took him a whole night last night to reply to the mountain of memorials one by one.

Among them, there were more than a dozen greeting memorials from Li Jile, the Right Chief of Henan Province alone. Among them, memorials were sent for [-] consecutive days starting from September [-]th.

Among the [-]-word memorials, apart from greetings, the weather in Kaifeng Mansion is getting colder and colder. As a subject, he misses Sheng Gong very much, and hopes that the capital will not be too cold, so that His Majesty the Emperor will not be in the process of reviewing the memorial. My hands are freezing.

Leaving aside the fact that the palace will not be too poor to afford a stove, let’s just talk about the seventeen-day fast horse and seventeen-way scriptures with an average of two to three thousand words. It’s all fucking nonsense. Is Li Jile trying to annoy the emperor to death?
And Feng Chunqiang, the magistrate of Nanning Prefecture, sent another memorial this month: Your Majesty, the chrysanthemums in Nanning are blooming so beautifully!

The content of his memorial last month can be roughly summed up in one sentence: Your Majesty, the sweet-scented osmanthus in Nanning is blooming so beautifully!

Last month: The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, Your Majesty, the hibiscus flowers in Nanning are so beautiful!
……

"Elder Qi Ge, father and emperor are a little ill. This morning, the court will be presided over by Gu."

As the fourth son of the emperor, Liu Hong has no title or title so far, so he cannot be called a widow according to the system.

And in the past, he always gave the impression that he abides by the rules and is polite.

Today, he was uncharacteristically, not only presumptuously claiming to be alone, but also interrupted Qi Bohan's questioning, embarrassing Qi Bohan on the spot.

"There is only one question I want to ask Elder Qi Ge. Is the cabinet worthless? Why are there countless useless memorials on the father's desk?"

Qi Bohan originally wanted to ask about the emperor's condition, but Liu Hong clapped his hands and walked in from outside the hall, carrying two big Han generals carrying big bamboo baskets. The huge bamboo baskets were full of memorials.

"Perhaps some Ai Qing want to ask, what is the useless memorial that Gu said? Well, let Gu ask someone to read a few for you Ai Qing."

A trace of sarcasm appeared on Liu Hong's face: "Xia Daban, read it."

Xia Shouzhong bowed his promise, then took out three memorials from his sleeve, opened them one by one, and began to read.

"The minister Zhuang Yingzhe, the magistrate of Guangling Mansion, impeached Hu Shouqing, the prefect of Guangling Mansion, for insulting the minister's mother... The country governs the world with filial piety, and the minister and Hu Shouqing swear to be incompatible... I respectfully invite the Holy Judgment!"

This memorial stunned most of the Chinese and martial arts in the palace, only a few people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Liu Hong's ridicule came immediately: "This is sent to the capital by the Guangling Mansion, and it was sent to the father's desk by our central cabinet. I just want to ask Mr. Qi Ge, does the father not only need to deal with important military and political affairs?" , and have to persuade the officials who are arguing and scolding their mothers?"

Qi Bohan was left speechless by this rhetorical question, but Liu Hong was still puzzled, and said coldly, "Xia Daban, next time!"

Xia Shouzhong took out the second copy, but it was not a memorial, but a summary of a bunch of memorials.

He only heard him read aloud: "August Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Chunqiang, the magistrate of Nanning Prefecture, wrote a letter saying that the hibiscus flowers in Nanning are blooming beautifully, and he asked His Majesty Sheng An."

"September [-]th, Feng Chunqiang wrote again that the sweet-scented osmanthus in Nanning was blooming beautifully, and he asked His Majesty Sheng An."

"On the first day of October, Feng Chunqiang wrote a letter again, saying that the chrysanthemums in Nanning are blooming beautifully, and asking His Majesty for his blessing."

"These are the three most valuable memorials that Feng Chunqiang sent to the capital in the past three months. The rest are empty. At least these three let Gu know one thing. There are a lot of flowers in Nanning. And it blooms beautifully!"

Liu Hong chuckled, but all the civil and military ministers in the palace lowered their heads.

There are those who are ashamed, those who can't laugh, and those who don't care.

Liu Hong tapped the armrest of the high chair lightly with his hand, boom boom boom...

A beating sound, like a beating on Qi Bohan's heart, made the cold sweat on his forehead grow more and more.

"Old Qi Ge, if I remember correctly, the first duty of the cabinet is to share the worries of the king and deal with the political affairs of the country and the army. The small ones decide on their own, and the big ones are sent to the imperial court to ask for the holy order, right?"

Qi Bohan suddenly felt that the fourth son of His Majesty Dan was more imposing than the current emperor, he didn't even care to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and said: "Your Highness, it is true!"

"Then I would like to ask Mr. Qi Ge, Zhuang Yingzhe of Guangling Mansion was scolded by his mother. Is this matter so serious that it must be judged?"

Qi Bohan couldn't answer Liu Hong's question at all, so he could only continue to bow his head and apologize again and again.

"Don't be in a hurry to apologize, Mr. Qi Ge..."

With a wave of his sleeve, Liu Hong spread his anger to the entire hall: "Dear dears, I really want to ask a question, what time do you go to bed every night?"

"Return to Your Highness, the minister is at the end of the Xu Dynasty."

"The minister is at the beginning of the Haishi..."

"Haishi..."

"Xu time..."

Liu Hong felt distressed and annoyed when he heard the ministers' replies.

He slammed the armrest of the high chair, stood up and sneered.

"Zhuqing is really blessed. You can sleep peacefully at the time of Haishi at the latest. Unlike your son of heaven, poor father and emperor alone, it is a luxury to be able to lie in bed when you are a child."

He glanced at the officials, slowly walked down to Bibi Dan, came to the big bamboo basket filled with "useless memorials" in the hall, and kicked it down.

Crash, the packed memorials were scattered all over the place in an instant.

Liu Hong said sarcastically: "I don't know why the cabinet, the general secretary and everyone in the palace sent these useless memorials to the imperial court, but I know that the father can only sleep for three hours or even two hours a day. I can't bear it, but my father has persisted for five full years."

"Are you trying to exhaust your emperor to death?"

thump!
Liu Hong's last question scared all the courtiers in the palace to their knees.

None of them dared to bear the accusation of exhausting the emperor, but what they did has been characterized by Liu Hong.

"I don't dare to wait, please Your Highness to investigate!"

Liu Hong stood among the kneeling crowd with his hands behind his back, looking down at the ministers: "Do you feel that you are alone making a fuss out of a molehill?"

"I dare not wait!"

"Don't dare? It seems that I will."

Liu Hong walked up to Qi Bohan who bowed down to plead guilty. In the past, Qi Bohan's respect was not the slightest bit today, but rather indifferent.

He stared at Qi Bohan for a long time, and Qi Bohan could feel the sharp pain piercing his back.

"Old Qi Ge, these useless memorials brought by Gu, you can take them back, read them carefully, and think about them carefully. If the cabinet can't even solve these useless memorials, then in Gu's opinion, the cabinet has no Existence is necessary!"

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　It's past nine o'clock in the evening after finishing work today, I'm hungry and sleepy, the update is a bit late, sorry.

　　Go to bed for the next chapter, and continue at night...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)