The king behind the empress

Chapter 23 The Great Landlord Jia Fu

Da Zhou's palace was similar to the palace attractions that Mo Zizai had seen in his previous life, except for its majesty, it was big.

Mo Zizai wandered around the palace for a long time, passed two palace walls, and finally came to Yuqiao.

The so-called Royal Bridge is what people often call the Xiama Bridge, which means that after crossing this bridge, there is the scope of the imperial palace behind, and everyone has to walk across the bridge.

Of course, Mo Zizai was not included in this group of people, because when he came yesterday, he just sat on the frame and didn't get off until Shangyanggong.

And it seems that because of the empress's order, when he was wandering around in the palace just now, no one who didn't open his eyes came out to disturb him.

After crossing the Xiama Bridge, further to the east is his former mansion. It used to be the East Palace, but now the plaque has been changed to Zizai Wangfu, but nothing else has changed.

Seeing Mo Zizai standing at the door, two guards rushed up to greet him, "I've seen the prince."

"Freedom in the palace."

Mo Zizai ignored them, looking at the three words "Zizai Wang" on the plaque, and was a little dazed.

His father named him Mo Zizai back then, and his original intention was to warn him not to be too comfortable, because no one can be comfortable when he is an emperor.

It's just because his father is in poor health, he is busy with state affairs in a little time, and he rarely sees him, let alone teaches him personally, which makes him develop the character he used to be.

When his father found out that his son's growth was crooked, it was already too late, because his personality had already been established, and even if his father wanted to teach him, he would not be able to teach him back.

After sacrificing some precious time and making several efforts, he found it was useless and had to give up.

When Mo Congyi passed away, he probably felt that Mo Zizai might really be hopeless, so he let Tang Weiyi succeed him, and made Mo Zizai the king of Zizai by the way.

Probably, when he was dying, what he wanted was to let his son live a free life?
"I'll be at ease, and I'll see if I can save Da Zhou for you."

Mo Zizai muttered a few words in his heart, and then said a little freely: "However, I don't guarantee that it will be possible. I can only say, try my best."

After making a promise to his deceased father on the plaque, Mo Zizai walked directly back to the palace.

When Mo Zizai returned to the main courtyard, dozens of people stood neatly in the courtyard and saluted Mo Zizai in unison.

"I'll wait, I've seen the prince."

"Exemption."

Seeing these people in his original mansion, Mo Zizai had an inexplicable feeling of returning home. He saw a chubby middle-aged eunuch kneeling in the front, and went over to pull him up.

"Jia Fu, I haven't seen you for three years, do you miss me?"

"Of course there is."

Jia Fu, who was helped up by Mo Zizai, smiled all over his face, and flatteringly said to Mo Zizai: "My servant misses His Highness all the time, if it wasn't for my servant not being able to go to the Imperial Tomb, I would have gone to see you a long time ago."

"You bastard, my father has abolished my humble status a long time ago, and you still call yourself a slave, you are slapping my father in the face."

Looking at Jia Fu, Mo Zizai felt a burst of joy from the bottom of his heart.

Jia Fu is the chief eunuch of the East Palace. He has followed Mo Zizai since he became the prince, and he is responsive to Mo Zizai's requests. If it was in the Ming Dynasty, this would be Mo Zizai's great companion.

It is no exaggeration to say that half of Mo Zizai's previous domineering personality was due to Jia Fu.

"Your Highness is joking, how dare the servants disrespect the late Emperor."

Knowing that Mo Zizai was joking, Jia Fu said with a smile: "I just shouted for more than ten years, and I'm used to shouting. It's hard to change if I want to."

"Your Highness, you don't need to care about these things. It's just a title, and what you call it can't affect the servant's attitude towards His Highness."

"You have a knack for making strong words."

Mo Zizai was a little speechless at what he said, so he shook his head helplessly. He didn't care about the address anymore. He just looked around and found something wrong, "Where is Chen Ying? I just rewarded him with a sum of money. He You won’t abscond with money.”

"Your Highness, don't worry, there are slaves here, so he dare not run away."

Although Jia Fu looks chubby, he looks like a harmless Maitreya Buddha, but in fact, he is so powerful that even Zhou Qi, who has learned the Seventh Form of the Son of Heaven, dare not lightly say that he can beat him.

"The maidservant just found out what he did in the imperial tomb, so she rewarded him with twenty thorn whips to make his memory long. He is probably recuperating now."

"Didn't I say I don't care about it?"

Mo Zizai shook his head helplessly. The thorn whip is not easy to bear. The so-called thorn whip means that the whole whip is covered with fine barbs, just like thorns.

This kind of whip was whipped on the flesh, and a layer of skin and flesh could be removed with one whip. Chen Ying received twenty whips at once.

"Your Highness, you are magnanimous, which is the blessing of the servants, but the rules of the house cannot be broken."

Jia Fu still had the same smiling face, but his tone was a bit cold, "Stealing His Highness's belongings, betraying His Highness, and even daring to obey His Highness's orders, if it wasn't for His Highness, you are magnanimous and don't care about it, this servant will beat him to death with a thorn whip." slave."

"You..."

Mo Zizai shook his head and didn't say much. In the mansion, the most loyal person to him is Jia Fu. If he was really assassinated before, no matter where Chen Ying went, he would be caught by Jia Fu and torn alive. up.

So Mo Zizai didn't intervene too much in his execution of government regulations, but just reminded, "He is still useful to me, take it easy, don't let him die."

"Don't worry, Your Highness. After the servant beat him, he was given the Black Tiger Muscle-Growing Ointment. It will definitely not be a problem to save his life."

"Ah That's good."

Mo Zizai nodded and said, "Take the 20 taels he brought back yesterday to my room, and then call Zhou Qi over."

"Oh, right."

Mo Zizai suddenly remembered something, and asked casually, "How many taels are there in the mansion?"

"Returning to Your Highness, if there is any silver in the mansion, there are still about 7 taels."

Jia Fu was in charge of the entire palace, and he knew quite well about money, so he gave the answer without any hesitation.

"7 taels, how come there are so many?"

Mo Zizai was taken aback, 7 taels is not a small amount, even though Chen Ying stole his things before and sold 30 taels easily, but those things were all rewards from the palace or gifts from princes and ministers Some of his precious artifacts are his entire net worth, so it is not surprising that they can be sold at this price.

In fact, when he was the prince, his monthly salary was only 200 taels of silver.

As for the purchasing power of these 200 taels of silver, Mo Zizai once roughly converted Da Zhou’s currency with the currency of his previous life. It seems that one tael of silver is equal to 100 yuan, which means that his 200 taels is equal to 2 ten thousand yuan.

And he remembered that when he went to the imperial mausoleum, the entire East Palace was only about 1 taels, how could it have increased so much all of a sudden.

"Returning to Your Highness, disasters have occurred frequently in the past few years, and some refugees who have no food to eat will often come to the capital. The servants are soft-hearted and don't want them to starve to death, so they are all hired."

Seeing Mo Zizai's surprised look, Jia Fu hurriedly explained with a smile: "When there are more people here, there will be more food to eat, so the servants bought all the land on the outskirts of the city in the name of the East Palace."

"Thanks to His Highness's blessing, the capital has not suffered any disasters in the past two years, so the harvest is not bad, so the government has a little more money."

(End of this chapter)