Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 192 The capital is so ridiculous! The mysterious Gu Qu Sanren!
In the twenty-fourth year of Wanli, it was the fourth day of the fifth lunar month.

Facts have proved that it is not an easy task to catch the mastermind behind the "provoking civil unrest".

More than two months have passed. Not only has Emperor Wanli failed to catch the mastermind behind the uprisings, but the number of uprisings triggered by mining has also increased!
Although the civil uprising is just a small incident, and it is enough to send some officers and soldiers to suppress it, its nature is still the same as a rebellion.

In the Ming Dynasty, people rebelled one after another because His Majesty the Emperor insisted on mining and making money. Now even if the Emperor is not in a hurry, the ministers must be.

As a result, the overwhelming impeachment memorials once again hit Emperor Wanli, and at the same time they also hit the cabinet.

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Ciqing Palace.

"Brother Zhang, have you heard? There is also a civil uprising in Zhejiang! Shen Yuanfu and the other two elders were summoned by the emperor to Xiyuan and scolded!"

It was lunch time at this time. Yang Chunyuan seemed to have no appetite for the food at Guanglu Temple, and his thoughts were all on talking to Zhang Chonghui.

"Oh? There's also a civil uprising in Zhejiang?" Zhang Chonghui asked curiously, as if he didn't know anything about it.

After Yang Chunyuan finished speaking, he clapped his chopsticks and stopped eating.

"I heard that the emperor not only scolded Shen Yuanfu, but the saint also bluntly ordered that if there is a civil uprising among the people, Shen Yuanfu should be removed from the cabinet!"

"I didn't do this." Zhang Chonghui shook his head and asked strangely: "Haven't you heard the folk song 'The Capital is Ridiculous'?"

However, Zhang Chonghui became even more weird and asked: "Don't the prince know about this?"

Don't you feel uncomfortable with your own woman being looked at like this?

"What Guanglu Temple cooks is nothing. It's getting more and more unpalatable every day. This fish is all in vain!"

When Yang Chunyuan heard this jingle, his face was full of surprise and curiosity, and he asked in surprise: "Brother Zhang, can you also write limericks?"

After chewing twice, he frowned and couldn't help complaining:

"That's it." Zhang Chonghui seemed to really believe it and stopped asking any more questions. He turned to look at the food in the other person's bowl and said:
"Eat quickly, it's almost cold."

Yang Chunyuan was obviously stunned when he was asked three questions so suddenly. He laughed dryly twice before replying:
"Haha...Brother Zhang, what are you asking about...Of course I only found out about these things...at home...from my father."

They looked like they were digesting food after a meal, but their eyes were obviously looking for something, or waiting for something.

"Wow, it's so serious." Zhang Chonghui seemed very surprised, but the next moment he suddenly asked:
"How do you know these things? Who told you? And who asked you to tell me?"

Yang Chunyuan looked very embarrassed. After struggling for a long time, he whispered helplessly and ashamedly:

"Ah?" Zhang Chonghui wondered: "What woman?"

Compared to Yang Chunyuan's dislike of the food at Guanglu Temple, Zhang Chonghui just smiled and said on a whim:
"The tea soup from Guanglu Temple, the prescriptions from Taiyuan Hospital. The optimistic prayers, and the swords and guns from the Arsenal.

The Imperial Academy's schools and the Hanlin Academy's articles. "

It was just a casual joke at first, but after Yang Chunyuan heard it, the expression on his face became weird for no reason.

"I heard that Shen Yuanfu is from Zhejiang. Now, doesn't the emperor have to scold him to death?"

"There is a little maid named Wang next to the prince. She looks like a fairy. She looks pitiful all day long, with low eyebrows and droopy eyes. It seems like someone is bullying her every day.

I remember that in your early years, you were in jail several times, right? Don't go in again. "

Zhang Chonghui frowned and asked, "So they poked their heads in there just to see the little palace maid next to the prince?"

In my mother's words, this is Hu Meizi's method of seducing men, but men like Hu Meizi. My father likes her, I like her too, you should also like her, and our classmates and gentlemen also like her. "

Only then did Yang Chunyuan remember that he was still eating, so he absentmindedly picked up a chopstick of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yang Chunyuan had an expression of 'you don't understand' and said, "You don't understand. The prince is not a womanizer. He doesn't care about these things!"

"That's right." Yang Chunyuan nodded and said with a smile, "Don't think it's ridiculous. Everyone has a love for beauty. Look at the beauty, it's not shabby!"

By the way, it's a good thing you didn't write this limerick. Otherwise, if someone were to expose you, you might even be imprisoned.

But over time, I discovered that the prince looked at me in a strange way, that kind of strange thing that I couldn’t put into words, just... I don’t know how to put it.

Manage the workshop of the Restoration Department and provide food and clothing for the almshouse. The mother-in-law of the Jiaofang Division, the Constitution of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Brother Zhang, don't believe it, this is true!" Yang Chunyuan sighed:
"You don't know, when I first came to the East Palace as a chaperone, His Highness the Crown Prince especially liked to talk to me, and even warmly invited me to have dinner with him.

Turning his head to see the Hanlin bachelors and other fellow readers who were looking around in groups of three or two outside, Zhang Chonghui turned to ask curiously:
"Renfu, what are they looking at?"

At first, I thought he regarded me as his future brother-in-law, that's why he was so enthusiastic.

"Brother Zhang... to be honest... I think the prince should... have taken a liking to me..."

"Yes, yes!" Yang Chunyuan nodded vigorously, looked around and saw that everyone else had almost left, then whispered to Zhang Chonghui:

He found that these people would stroll around Ciqing Palace after lunch almost every day.

After more than two months, although Zhang Chonghui could not see the prince Zhu Changluo, who was closely guarded by Guo Zhengyu in the "hen's nest", he had figured out the general situation of the East Palace.

"Huh? The capital is so ridiculous?" This time it was Yang Chunyuan's turn to shake his head and said:
"I've never heard of it, but it's really good. Not to mention anything else, the tea soup at Guanglu Temple and the mother-in-law of the Jiaofang Secretary, these two are really hard to describe!

"What else can we look at? Let's look at the girls." Yang Chunyuan took out a small bronze mirror from his sleeve as always, and while changing the angle to look in the mirror, he replied:
"Don't look at these old guys who are usually high-sounding and have one theory after another. When you see beautiful women, they are all running around like monkeys in trouble."

"Haha." Zhang Chonghui laughed and joked: "How can a man not be attracted to women? Is it possible that the prince is a womanizer?"

"I almost forgot. You were blocked by a screen on the first day you came here. It's normal that you haven't seen the goblin." Yang Chunyuan put down the mirror and whispered:

Zhang Chonghui was stunned for a moment, but soon he was no longer surprised. Although he did not pick up the topic again, he became increasingly aware of something wrong with Yang Chunyuan.

Zhang Chonghui: "..."

Anyway, later on, maybe the prince also felt that it was impossible to be with me. After all, I was his future brother-in-law, so he began to gradually alienate me, and even ran away when he saw me from a distance. "

The more Yang Chunyuan spoke, the more he sighed. After he finished speaking, he raised the mirror and continued to look at her. His expression was quite self-pitying, as if he was hating himself for being a beauty.

"Um..." Zhang Chonghui was even more speechless: "Is it possible that the prince is because of... forget it."

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Zhang Chonghui's hesitant words aroused curiosity in Yang Chunyuan, who was looking in the mirror, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Chonghui changed the subject and asked, "By the way, why don't you go see that beauty like them?"

Zhang Chonghui discovered that it had been more than two months since he came to the East Palace. For such a long time, Yang Chunyuan seemed to be either looking in the mirror, writing in a storybook, or nagging beside him.

"What's so good about a beauty?" Yang Chunyuan said nonchalantly: "If I have the spare time to see other people, I might as well look in the mirror more often."

Zhang Chonghui was completely speechless.

"Speaking of Brother Zhang." Yang Chunyuan seemed to have just remembered something, and suddenly asked excitedly:
"I remember you said that your birthday is in early May, and today is the fourth of May. Is your birthday coming soon? Or has it already passed?"

"It's my birthday." Zhang Chonghui only said this.

"How can this be done?" Yang Chunyuan took the initiative and said:

"Well, let's do it tomorrow night! I'll book a place at the flower shop to celebrate your birthday! By the way, I'll introduce you to the 'Gu Qu Sanren' I often mentioned to you!" "Tomorrow night?" Zhang Chonghui looked at Looking at Yang Chunyuan, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said meaningfully:
"Renfu, you are really good at predicting things. You can even guess the exact day of my birthday so accurately."

"Hahaha... It turns out that my casual guess was so accurate..." Yang Chunyuan smiled unnaturally, and quickly changed the subject:
"By the way! This 'Gu Qusanren' is a wonderful person. He is already a high school scholar at a young age, but it's a pity... that he has not been able to win the exam.

By the way, I heard that he has been collecting folk songs and stories recently, and it seems that he is planning to organize a poetry club and publish a book! "

"Is that so? Then he is really a wonderful person." Zhang Chonghui turned away and stopped looking at Yang Chunyuan, because the other person was already so nervous that he was staring at him and he was sweating.

Seeing that Yang Chunyuan's "acting skills" were so poor that they were worse than those of a six-year-old child, Zhang Chonghui did not expose the other party, but instead agreed:

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Renfu, to spend the money to book the whole place to celebrate my birthday."

"No, no, no! It's not a waste! I'm not as poor as you, I have plenty of money!" While Yang Chunyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he did not forget to remind him again and again:
"You must come tomorrow night! Don't miss your appointment! Otherwise..."

"I know." Zhang Chonghui said in a particularly considerate way to find an excuse for Yang Chunyuan: "Otherwise, Gu Qusan would be angry."

"Yes, yes! You are right! Gu Qusan will be angry!" Yang Chunyuan hurriedly climbed down the ladder and exaggerated:
"You also know that those people who write storybooks are not big-minded. When they get angry, they may write you into their storybooks!
Do you still remember Yan Shifan, right? The prototype of Ximen Qing is him! Be careful you are written as the next Ximen Qing! "

"Don't worry Renfu, I will definitely be there tomorrow night."

"That's good...by the way, Brother Zhang, you'd better come alone, because the flower shop is...not serious, you know."

"I understand, I've been there."

"Ah? Have you ever been to a flower shop? No... How dare you go to a brothel as a home-bred son-in-law?"

"No, no, no, I'm not going shopping, I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for? Could it be that you are looking for your father-in-law?"

"Wrong. What I was looking for at that time was our current chief minister of the cabinet, Shen Yuanfu."

"What? Do you still know Shen Yuanfu?"

"You don't know I know him?"

"I do not know."

"It seems that your 'Guqu Sanren' didn't tell you enough."

"Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

"It's a good thing that you don't understand. By the way, what's the name of 'Gu Qu Sanren'?"

"His surname is Feng, his first name is Menglong, and his courtesy name is Youlong. As for his aliases, there are quite a few. I can't remember them all because they are so fancy. I just heard that he often calls himself Long Ziyou."

"That's it."

Zhang Chonghui stopped talking. He didn't know who the 'Gu Qu Sanren' Yang Chunyuan was talking about. He only knew that someone wanted to see him tomorrow night.

And there is no guarantee that this will be an acquaintance!

……

Qianqing Palace.

I don't know if it was because of His Majesty the Emperor's fire or because of something else.

In short, the Qianqing Palace, which was originally under repair, was finally repaired.

After cleaning up, Emperor Wanli hurriedly moved out of Xiyuan, where he was scolded every night, and returned to the "safe house" where he was accustomed to live, the Qianqing Palace.

"Chen Ju, what day is it today?" Zhu Yijun asked such a question inexplicably while looking at the brand new palace with a satisfied smile.

He always felt that these two days seemed to be special days, and there were still some important things to do.

Chen Ju thought for a while and replied: "Back to your Majesty, today is the fourth day of the fifth lunar month, and it is Emperor Injo's birthday."

It's not that Chen Ju has a good memory, it's mainly because today is the fourth day of May.

As for Emperor Renzu, the father of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, his original name was Zhu Wusi. Even if you think about it casually, you can guess what day it is today.

"It turns out it's Injo's birthday..." Zhu Yijun murmured:
"No wonder I always remember that I haven't done anything in the past two days. It turns out that I forgot to go to the Ancestral Temple to offer incense..."

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In the twenty-fourth year of Wanli, it was the fifth day of the fifth lunar month.

Ciqing Palace.

It was another extremely boring day. Layers upon layers of thick screens blocked the sight of Prince Zhu Changluo and his companions, as well as the sight of the Hanlin lecturers and their companions.

The companions are almost all noble children. As long as they don't cause trouble, they will not be able to spend all the family's assets in a few lifetimes.

It was still a sleepy morning. The young nobles who had inherited millions of fortunes in their teens did not seem to have much ambition and were all doing their own thing.

After all, as soon as they were born, they stood at the end point that ordinary people could not reach in their lifetimes. Even if their lecturers were the only Hanlin bachelors in the world, so what.

"So what if you read so many books? It would be better to be reincarnated!"

Looking at the words written by Yang Chunyuan and what the 'so-called' protagonist said to the 'so-called' villain, Zhang Chonghui wanted to laugh a little.

He finally understood why Yang Chunyuan always complained about the story books he wrote. He clearly beat "Three Kingdoms" and kicked "Water Margin", but no one read it.

Putting aside everything else, who wants to see this kind of truth?
……

Time flies, and another boring day passes.

Yang Chunyuan was afraid that Zhang Chonghui would let him go tonight, so he even refused to let Zhang Chonghui back from the Zhao Mansion. As soon as he stopped school, he would drag him to the flower garden.

"Renfu, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Brother Zhang, to be honest, I'm too hungry and want to go to the flower shop to fill my stomach early."

"Go to a brothel to fill your stomach?"

"Ahem...this belly is not that belly, they are both men, you know!"

"Aren't you afraid that the emperor and princess will find out and blame you?"

"I almost forgot to tell you. I heard that the emperor is already choosing a new consort. In other words, I am free! I don't have to marry a domineering princess! I don't have to drink the princess's foot-washing water!"

"I heard? Who did you listen to? And your father?"

"Um...yes! Listen to my dad!"

"Ha, your father is the deputy commander of the Nancheng Army and Horses Division, and he knows quite a lot."

"Ahem, don't worry about this! Let's go to the flower shop as soon as possible. Don't keep Gu Qusan waiting in a hurry!"

Seeing Yang Chunyuan blushing with anxiety, Zhang Chonghui became even more curious as to who the 'real' 'Gu Qu Sanren' who wanted to see him tonight was!
(End of this chapter)