The summer of the 16th year of Chongzhen was so stuffy that it was suffocating.

In the southeast corner of the palace, Emperor Chongzhen, who had been in the 17th year of the imperial palace, wore a winged crown and a regular dress with narrow sleeves, sitting on the dragon chaise. Although there were ice cubes in the hall, it could not dispel the rich heat at all. The sun and moon on the shoulders of the dragon robe also exhausted the young emperor.

The thirty-three-year-old emperor.

"Your Majesty, now the capital is like a ghost realm. Every family is covered with hemp and mourning. You also ask Your Majesty to open the warehouse and release medicine." The prince-in-law Gong Yonggu said with sobs and said with a sad voice, as if his family had suffered misfortune.

Chongzhen sighed, feeling his neck tight, and said, "This epidemic is so fierce that many people died in the palace. I have ordered the Heavenly Master Zhang Yingjing to open a temple to save the dead and pray for disasters. As for the use of medicine, it will be as you ask. Fortunately, my brother has grown up, otherwise it will be really worrying."

When talking about brother, the eyes of the people in the hall floated toward a small table next to the imperial desk.

The crown prince, wearing a casual dress with big red dragon patterns, was concentrating on dividing the memorials sent by the cabinet into four stacks. The forehead and nose tips were slightly sweaty, crystal clear, making people unable to help but want to wipe them off.

The crown prince is the eldest son of the empress of the central palace. He was born in February of the second year of Chongzhen and was named the crown prince the following year. In addition, Chongzhen and Empress Zhou had a deep relationship, so the status of this crown prince can be said to be unshakable.

Especially this prince is still a prodigy, and even those civil officials who regard themselves as highly regarded by the foreign court cannot deny this.

Zhu Cilang happened to classify the last memorial book, and familiarly divided the four stacks of memorial book into two stacks, allowing the eunuchs from the Silijian to present to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Father." Zhu Cilang stepped forward and bowed slightly, and began to speak: "This epidemic is coming in a raging way, and the people are in panic. It may not be enough to just apply medicine."

Gong Yonggu couldn't help but sit up a little, his heart relaxed, and he thought to himself: It's said that the prince is kind and kind, and he is indeed well-deserved.

Chongzhen knew that his son was precocious since childhood, never forget his eyes, and was meticulous in his work, and compared all the assistants. If any parent in the world could have such a prodigy son, he would not know what he would be happy to be. However, it is precisely because he was too smart that the prince's idea was always a little different from that of normal people.

It’s fine if ordinary people are, but the Ming Dynasty produced an alchemy emperor and another carpenter emperor. So when Chongzhen saw the prince fiddling with the bottles and jars and making pulley wooden rails, he couldn’t help but feel cold from the bottom of his feet. Now the state affairs are full of life, and his life is hanging on a thread, and he can no longer withstand an emperor like Jiajing and Tianqi.

——Perhaps the destruction of the country will be on my head.

Unconsciously, Chongzhen's mind darkened and looked at the prince numbly.

"My son asked his father to use the prince to go out to the capital to supervise the epidemic." Zhu Cixuan was in adolescence, with a circle of fluff growing on his lips, and his voice was a little loud and unstable. This made him slow down his speech more and bite every word clearly.

Moreover, speaking in this way has another advantage, which will make the listener feel his unwavering will. Even if he opposes what he says, he will unconsciously relax.

The struggle between people is nothing more than a struggle of will.

"Prince?" Chongzhen recovered a little: "You are just recommending yourself."

Chongzhen once had seven sons and three daughters, but now there are only three sons and one daughter left. The eldest son Zhu Ciyang is still fifteen years old, let alone the two younger brothers below. Moreover, even the crown prince with the halo of a child prodigy is not convinced. How could he let the two younger children go out to take charge of the house?

"Your Majesty must not!" Gong Yonggu was immediately extinguished in a cold sweat: "The prince is still in his prime and his soul is not complete, so how can he enter a vicious land?" The glory just now disappeared in a blink of an eye, and no part of it was left. For Gong Gong, even if the people in Beijing were killed, they would not be able to get the life of the crown prince of the country.

Zhu Cilang glanced at the prince-in-law coldly and secretly gave two words of "cowardice".

"My son is in the Eastern Palace, and the gods are blessed. Not to mention that it is just a fierce epidemic, even if there are evil ghosts, they must retreat." Zhu Cilang raised his voice and said, "Father, if you are unstable today, if you don't take advantage of this to cheer up your spirits, you may be more lazy."

"Get back." Chongzhen frowned slightly and waved his hand.

Zhu Cilang pursed his lips slightly, and finally he only spoke three words: "I obey the order."

Looking at his eldest son who was bowing and retreating, Chongzhen leaned heavily on the back of the chair. On his desk, two piles of memorials were neatly stacked. This power to organize memorials was taken away by the prince from the Sili Superintendent in the eighth year of Chongzhen.

That year, the rioters captured Fengyang, Zhongdu and dug up the Zhu family's ancestral tomb.

That year, the prince was only six years old.

The six-year-old prince ran from Zhong Cui Palace to Wuying Hall with almost magical means. He told his father, who was red with his eyes, that the twenty-five-year-old emperor made a great sense of "father and son soldiers to fight", and successfully used Chongzhen's natural fatherly love and psychological fragility opportunity to obtain the power to organize the memorials.

Because of the lessons of Wei Zhongxian's chaos in politics, there was no power eunuch in the Chongzhen Dynasty, and no eunuchs criticized the winner. However, as the internal minister, the Silijian was not called for nothing. Even if he was as diligent as Emperor Chongzhen, he worked for sixteen hours a day, he would not have read all the memorials of the day.

When should the memorial be handed over by whom, it becomes an opportunity for eunuchs to play with power. Through the opportunity of handing over, they control the political affairs the emperor handles every day. Simply put, this right is the privilege of assigning priority.

By the time Chongzhen realized this, it was already four years later.

It was not because the emperor had been in charge for a long time and was good at political wisdom, but because His Majesty the Emperor accidentally read the memorials placed below. As a result, the classification standards of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince were quickly exposed by the clever emperor.

All memorials of officials impeach each other and those of censors impeaching border ministers were stuffed below.

The prince defended himself with "important" and "urgent" as the scales and arranged the order of the memorials. However, these books that the princes thought were not important or urgent were in the eyes of the emperor, and the standards and rules of using people were the most important political affairs. Therefore, Emperor Chongzhen changed to review the books from the bottom, which was determined to throw themselves into the disaster of the civil servants' party struggles.

Zhu Cixuan withdrew from Wenhua Palace. As soon as he turned around, a wave of heat rushed towards him. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sun in the clouds, revealing his outline. So what if he was more intense? He hated such cloudy sky that was neither sunny nor rainy, making the whole world seem depressed.

"Brother Chun, are you going back to the palace?" Seeing Zhu Cixuan coming out, the guard of the East Palace, Zhou Jing, quickly stepped forward and called the eunuch who was accompanying him to pick up Russell's square umbrella and fan to cover up the heat first.

Because he was born in mid-spring, the prince's nickname naturally uses the word "Chun". Moreover, the Eastern Palace is also called the Spring Palace, so the name "Chun Ge" is well deserved.

Of course, not everyone can call this nickname. Apart from the father, mother and the queen, who are close to the royal relatives, only the wet nurse and the two disciplined mother-in-law in the palace can call him like this. Since he was weaned, the wet nurse was dismissed, which is also to prevent the story of Keshi. Later, the guard of the East Palace and the foreman of Zhou Jing were selected, and there were more people who could call him like this.

Zhou Jing is Queen Zhou’s cousin, and he is also the prince’s uncle.

Surrounded by a cloud of shade, Zhu Cilang finally took a breath, walked forward two steps before saying, "Kunning Palace."

Kunning Palace is the bedroom of Queen Zhou, the central palace known as the world.

Judging from Zhu Cilang's fifteen years of life experience, there are some unimportant things. Instead of asking the Emperor, it is better to ask the Empress to ask the Empress.

Of course, in this Forbidden City, the most effective way to speak is the emperor's aunt, Empress Yi'an and Old Empress Zhang. She was the empress of Emperor Tianqi. She strongly advocated the choice of Empress Zhou as Princess Xin, and when Emperor Tianqi passed away, she firmly welcomed King Xin to take over the Da Nei and inherited the throne, so she spoke very much.

Old Empress Zhang was naturally very caring about the crown prince Zhu Cilang. She often sent toys and often summoned the crown prince to take the school exam. However, this empress was too central and far less capable than her mother, Empress Zhou, who knew how to adapt. Such requests such as leaving the palace chief would definitely be banned by her as a rebellious thought.

——After all, it’s really a big obstacle to being too young!

Zhu Cilang walked under Russell's umbrella and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In his opinion, the world was not at the point of dying in the early years of Chongzhen. In the fourth, eleventh, and fifteenth years, there were opportunities to completely eliminate civil unrest. However, the reason was that Chongzhen was shaking, and the other was that capable ministers and good generals failed one after another, and mediocre people secretly occupied the high position.

Over the years, every time he heard the death of those famous figures in history, Zhu Cilang was frightened. Last year, when the news of Songshan's defeat came, Hong Chengchou and Cao Bianjiao also died in battle, which completely numbed his heart and thought about the last chance to escape.

As long as he can escape from the Forbidden City and the capital, he can go to Nanjing to reorganize his country... As long as the Ming Dynasty's legal system continues, the tragedy of internal strife in the Southern Ming Dynasty will not break out one after another. If Nanjing cannot defend it, he can also go to Sichuan, Yunnan, Hainan Island or the senior officials. With the tyrants of Nanming, they can last for forty years. For him, it is only a matter of time to restore the Ming Dynasty.

However, the basis of everything is: escape.

When Zhu Ciyang once again deduced the rejuvenation plan in his mind, the brigade of ceremonies had already passed through the Qianqing Gate and entered the inner palace. This place that countless people yearned for actually did not have three thousand beauties, and it was rare to play the throne and sing.

Only depression and restraint.

As a teenager with an adult soul, this repression really put his nerves that claim to be tenacious are really tested.

"The Empress tells the Prince to meet him." The eunuch recited and preached loudly.

At this time, Zhu Cilang had just stood at the gate of Kunning Palace.

Sometimes the palace is like a magical world, with many invisible elves finishing everything.

Zhu Cilang shook his hair and strode towards the main hall of Kunning Palace.

Zhou Hou was wearing a plain white bia and sat in the main hall chair. The moment he saw his son, the crow's feet that were originally invisible on the corner of his eyes floated out lightly.

"Brother Chun is here." Zhou Hou turned slightly and her slender hands fell on the armrest of the seat. Her fingers were thin and white. Because she was spinning and weaving, she did not have the habit of leaving nails and looked clean and neat.

"The eldest son Cilang asked His Highness Kun'an of the mother." Zhu Cilang bowed and bowed. Seeing that the mother raised her hand, he stood up straight.
Chapter completed!