King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 302 Who is it?

"Why is there so much noise outside?"

In the Small Buddha Hall of Kunning Palace, Yang Qingyin put down the scroll in her hand, with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"Report to your mother, it is the Thirteenth Master who is here!"

"I just talked about him yesterday, why did you come again today!"

Zhu Jinghong pretended to be studying to prepare for the exam. It stands to reason that he should go to Wenhua Hall, where there are special tutors for bachelors.

But Zhu Jinghong always ran to Kunning Palace, which made Yang Qingyin very dissatisfied.

A boy who hangs out with girls every day, what kind of dignity is this...

Those girls are all very good, if Shisan always comes here to hang out, one will spread the word not very well, and the other will lead the girls to bad!

Thinking of this, Yang Qingyin ordered: "Go...call me Shisan!"

"Yes!"

Let's talk about the east hall of Kunning Palace, Zhu Jinghong is wearing a black gauze wing crown and a red robe with four round dragon collars.

Of course, objectively speaking, he is also much handsomer, which attracted a few more glances from the court ladies along the way.

"Third Sister, I'm here to learn the Analects of Confucius again!"

At this moment, in the East Hall study, Zhu Yunsheng, who had just sat down, heard the movement outside and said to the left and right: "I heard it all... I just said that Brother Thirteen is coming!"

"How dare you say that he is ashamed, he read the Analects of Confucius when I was not in school, he read the Analects of Confucius when I first entered school, and he read the Analects of Confucius when I was studying the Analects..."

"Now I have read all four books, but he is still reading the Analects..."

Hearing this, several attendants in the hall laughed, and at this moment Zhu Jinghong also entered the hall.

Xiangyun went up to greet him first, and asked with a smile: "Thirteen Lord, although there are many sage books, why do you only love the Analects of Confucius?"

Zhu Jinghong was easy-going, and after Xiangyun had been in the palace for a few days, he became familiar with each other, so he dared to go forward and joke at this moment.

Walking to the middle of the study, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Girl Yun, the Analects of Confucius is written by Confucius, how can I not love books written by sages!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed even more, and Zhu Jinghong also laughed along with him.

At this moment, Zhen Qin also greeted her, and said with a smile: "Master Thirteen, if the Analects of Confucius is written by Confucius, then who is the author of the Spring and Autumn Annals?"

"Girl Qin...you can't trouble me, Chunqiu is Zuo Chuan, or the one whose surname is Zuo...what's his name..."

Seeing that Zhu Jinghong couldn't speak, Yang Jingting couldn't help but said, "Master Thirteen wants to say... Zuo Qiuming?"

Hearing that Yang Jingting also came to intervene, Baochai became a little impatient. She always regarded Yang Jingting as her strongest opponent.

"Yes... that's him, I was just about to say something!"

Bringing the tea to Zhu Jinghong, Baochai passed it forward and said, "Master Thirteen, you should say a few words less, otherwise it will become a joke in this East Hall!"

When taking the teacup, Zhu Jinghong touched Baochai's fingers, but the latter didn't react much to this, but took a step back slightly.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Zhu Jinghong said, "It's okay, I'm happy if you are happy!"

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, a female official came in from outside the study, and after paying homage, she said, "Master Thirteen, Empress, please come over!"

"Eh... I'll be there in a while!" Zhu Jinghong responded.

The female officer said very solemnly: "Your Majesty said, please go over immediately!"

"All right!"

Turning around, Zhu Jinghong said to the girls: "Sisters, I will take my leave first!"

"Master Thirteen, go slowly!"

Xiangyun was the first to speak and sent Zhu Jinghong out of the study.

I only heard Zhu Yunsheng say: "Who is his sister, you guys say this and that... My sister, who is a direct relative, didn't say a word!"

Everyone is smiling, but their thoughts are different.

Seeing that everyone did not answer, Zhu Yunsheng continued: "Although my thirteenth brother is illiterate, he has the courage of all men. He is a first-class hero in the world. You all devote yourself to him... but it is only human!"

These words hit the hearts of three people, only Xiangyun didn't care about it, she just admired Zhu Jinghong, and it would take some time before falling in love with her.

"Why don't you talk? My thirteenth brother is here, and you all rush to talk, and you don't pay attention to what I say!"

"Who are you serving as waiters!" Zhu Yunsheng's tone was dissatisfied.

I treat these people as servants and lead the team like good sisters, but these people want to be my sister-in-law, how can Zhu Yunsheng not complain.

Besides, when Zhu Jinghong left the East Hall, he was led to the back of the main hall. The room in the northeast corner is the Small Buddha Hall, which is also the most mysterious place in Kunning Palace.

Even the queen's own son, Zhu Jinghong rarely came here.

The door was opened, and the inside was simple and simple as usual, with only a Buddha statue and a few futons, and Empress Yang Qingyin sat cross-legged in the center.

Taking off the crown hat on his head, Zhu Jinghong came forward in three steps at a time, dropped the hat and squatted beside the queen, and stretched out his hands to beat the old lady's shoulders.

Turning her head to look at her laughing son, Yang Qingyin said dissatisfiedly: "Look at you... what you look like, pick up the hat!"

Zhu Jinghong had no choice but to stop, picked up the hat on the mat, and put it on the futon beside him.

"Mother...you called your son over, what's your order?" Zhu Jinghong returned to his mother and continued to wait on his mother carefully.

Seeing his attentive appearance, Yang Qingyin felt better, and immediately asked: "Thirteen...I told you yesterday that you should not come to Kunning Palace, did you forget about it today?"

When he heard that it was really for this matter, Zhu Jinghong quickly distinguished: "Mother... son is also for learning!"

"Fart, are you here to study? Hmph...I'm too embarrassed to tell you!"

What is Zhu Jinghong's plan, Yang Qingyin knows clearly.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

Now that his son is grown up, it is normal for Yang Qingyin to like women, but it is really out of character to hang out with girls all the time.

"Mom, I really want to study, only when I'm with Sheng'er can I be serious..."

"Little bastard, don't use these words to fool me, I'll tell you today...don't bother Sheng'er in the future!"

"Don't you like being wild? You will be crowned and appointed in March next year, and you can go wild when you leave the palace... I will never care about you again!"

Zhu Jinghong didn't answer at all, but said: "Mother...you say that, my son will be sad!"

"Could it be that I am not your son after I left the palace?"

It was originally to teach the younger son a lesson, but now she was forced to have nothing to say by this guy, Yang Qingyin felt very uncomfortable for a while.

People who dare to tell her unreasonable things are really rare in this world.

"Boy... It seems that your father must tell you!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jinghong froze for a moment, and immediately begged for mercy: "Mother...you're such a nice person, why did you mention my father here? Isn't it just an embarrassment!"

Seeing Zhu Jinghong talking nonsense again, Yang Qingyin taught with a straight face: "How dare you despise your father? If he hadn't protected you, you would have been scolded to death by the official censor for the troubles you have caused in the past few months! "

But Zhu Jinghong said: "You don't need to be scolded by the censor, my father will beat me to death..."

"Tomorrow there will be a sutra banquet in the Wenhua Palace. My father said that he will test me. If I fail, my son will have to suffer [-] court rods..."

Before Zhu Jinghong could finish his sentence, the queen asked in surprise, "Only thirty court sticks?"

"Mom... what do you mean by that?"

"What can I mean? Your father is still too lenient on you, I think fifty court sticks are enough!" Yang Qingyin said very seriously.

After looking at the queen for a long time, Zhu Jinghong couldn't help asking: "Mother... Could it be that you picked me up?"

(End of this chapter)