Prince of Chaos

Emperor Wanli stretched his waist comfortably, and then asked, "Has Dong Qichang arrived yet?"

Chen Ju whispered back: "Just arrived."

Emperor Wanli saw the clock in the hall in a blink of an eye, and he muttered: "It's really slow, it's almost two hours. Is there a traffic jam on the Jingxi Expressway?"

However, Chen Ju did not dare to answer this sentence.

After all, the emperor was sleeping, and it was not an urgent matter. Which iron-headed boy would dare to wake the emperor up at this time?

"Go and call him in."

Chen Ju replied: "Yes."

Dong Qichang, who had already drank several pots of hot tea in the side hall, was a little sleepy from waiting.

He never thought that Chen Ju, a dead eunuch, would go in and report, but after going there for nearly two hours, he left himself alone in the side hall and waited in fear for his call.

"No, I'm going to give a compliment."

After drinking too much water, Dong Qichang's bladder couldn't keep up.

But at this time, Chen Ju came over
Chen Ju said: "Dong Qichang, the left servant of the Xuanli Department, has an audience."

Dong Qichang's face became bitter all of a sudden, he could only endure the discomfort of a burst bladder, and got up to salute.

Then, Chen Ju took him into the bedroom where Emperor Wanli lived.

At this moment, Emperor Wanli was already in good spirits. When he saw Dong Qichang coming in, he said happily, "Dong Qing is here."

Dong Qichang hurriedly saluted first, and then walked quickly to Emperor Wanli.

Emperor Wanli pretended to be mysterious and said: "I wrote a poem chanting plum blossoms, please come and help me appreciate it."

How could Dong Qichang have the heart to change the topic with Emperor Wanli and talk about these romances at this moment?
He just wanted to get straight to the point and talk about the business.

However, the emperor is interested, how can he be a subject to dampen the interest of the emperor?
So, Dong Qichang tried his best to squeeze out a flattered smirk, "Okay."

Emperor Wanli clapped his hands, and the thick double curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open.

Facing the snow light outside, the brightness of the room increased greatly.

Dong Qichang directly saw a red plum beside the rockery outside and the song "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" engraved on the screen wall behind the red plum not long ago.

Dong Qichang silently read the words and sentences, but he felt that the words engraved on the screen wall were very familiar to him.

It's just that Emperor Wanli said beforehand that it was his composition, so Dong Qichang didn't dare to think about it.

Facing such a tangled scene, he was stunned for a moment.

Emperor Wanli looked at Dong Qichang who was stunned, and he was in a good mood.

He laughed and said, "Dong Qing, how is this poem by Zhen? How is it compared to Lu You and Lu Fangweng's same name?"

Dong Qichang was brought back to reality by Emperor Wanli's laughter, and a stronger urge to urinate struck again.

Dong Qichang endured it very hard, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dong Qichang answered with difficulty: "The emperor's words have a profound artistic conception and lofty intentions. Compared with Lu You's Ci, it is not only a masterpiece, but also surpasses Lu Fangweng by more than one level in terms of emotional expression."

After hearing this, Emperor Wanli was overjoyed, thinking that Dong Qichang was indeed a man of knowledge.

At this moment, Emperor Wanli also saw Dong Qichang's discomfort, and Emperor Wanli asked with concern: "What's wrong with Dong Qing? Is she feeling unwell?"

Then Emperor Wanli said to Chen Ju: "Give Dong Qing a chair to take a rest, and by the way, open a bottle of sparkling water for Dong Qing to press."

Listening to Emperor Wanli's caring voice, Dong Qichang was about to cry.

Can he continue to drink now?
If you drink any more, your bladder will explode.

However, facing the emperor's concerned eyes, Dong Qichang could only take a sip with tears in his eyes.

"Sir, thank you, Your Majesty."

Dong Qichang's voice trembled when he spoke.Apparently he was reaching his limit.

At this time, Emperor Wanli also drank most of the bottle on his own.

Emperor Wanli said: "Actually, the poem I showed you was written by the prince. This poem is full of the prince's gratitude and pure filial piety to me."

Dong Qichang held back the volcano that was about to explode, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness's pure filial piety to the emperor is well known in the world. With this pure filial prince, the fortune of the Ming Dynasty will surely prosper for a long time. Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty and congratulations to the emperor."

Emperor Wanli did not expect Dong Qichang to be so emotional that he was almost moved to tears.

It seems that I really found a good teacher for the prince.

Emperor Wanli sighed in his heart, and he finally started today's topic.

Emperor Wanli said: "The crown prince has been in charge of the country for a year, and the crown prince's ability to govern the country is obvious to all. My husband also praised the crown prince constantly, thinking that the crown prince must prosper the Ming Dynasty."

"This time the prince went to Ji County to perform martial arts, and wanted to revive my great Ming Wuwei. I am very relieved that he can have such a mood. Therefore, I also decided to give the prince more freedom."

Dong Qichang listened to Emperor Wanli's words with tears in his eyes, he really couldn't say a word, for fear that if he didn't hold back, he would lose his dignity in front of the imperial court.

Emperor Wanli didn't know Dong Qichang's situation. He looked at Dong Qichang's tearful eyes, and he thought Dong Qichang understood his feelings.

Otherwise, why would he have tears in his eyes?
Emperor Wanli kindly stood up and stepped forward, patting Dong Qichang on the shoulder.

Dong Qichang burst into tears all at once.

The voices all whined.

This shot almost caused him to erupt in a torrent.

Emperor Wanli looked at Dong Qichang who was sobbing.

Emperor Wanli sighed: "Dong Qing is really a loyal minister. With a minister like Dong Qing assisting the crown prince, I feel more at ease."

Dong Qichang nodded with tears in his eyes, without saying a word.

Emperor Wanli was also infected by Dong Qichang's emotions, and his tears could not help but flow from the corners of his eyes.

Emperor Wanli said: "I want to supervise the state ceremony for the prince next year. From then on, no matter how big or small the court is, military and political affairs, all matters will be determined by the prince."

"Dong Qing will help me with my staff, let's see what kind of etiquette should be used for the prison ceremony?"

After waiting for so long, Dong Qichang finally got this sentence.

Dong Qichang said with difficulty: "I think we can refer to the old etiquette of Jingtai's supervision of the country."

Emperor Wanli shook his head after hearing this, "No, no, no, Jingtai's old rituals are not enough. At that time, there was a civil engineering change, and there was an uproar in the government and the public. Moreover, Jingtai's old rituals were in a hurry, and they were not enough for the prince."

Dong Qichang's tears fell out immediately, and he couldn't say a word.

Emperor Wanli looked at Dong Qichang who was crying but didn't speak, and he instantly "understood" Dong Qichang's mood.

It must be that the etiquette that Dong Qichang wanted to talk about was too presumptuous, so Dong Qichang could only express it in this way.

Emperor Wanli said: "I understand Dong Qing's suggestion. I also think so."

Dong Qichang had a question mark on his face, he really didn't know what Emperor Wanli had imagined.

However, now he really couldn't hold back anymore, no matter what Emperor Wanli said next, he would directly agree.

He couldn't take it anymore.

At this time, Dong Qichang really hated Chen Ju, a dead eunuch, so he asked him about the matter, didn't he hand over the money?As for such a big hatred?

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