When the Queen of Crazy Criticism took the HE script and killed it

Chapter 77

He paused for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "It's just that the empress has a weird temperament and acts perversely like an ordinary woman. I don't think she is a good match for the emperor."

Zhao Zongheng smiled, looked sideways at Zhao Yuanzhang and said, "Uncle Huang never thought about it, is it because I am not good enough for her?"

Zhao Yuanli: "..."

He was speechless, the majestic emperor of a country...

Being able to let him say such words made Zhao Yuanli a little more curious about the existence of Si Ningchi. What kind of woman could make the always ruthless emperor so excited?
He didn't quite understand.

"The emperor's uncle has worked for me for many years, so it's time to get married." Zhao Zongheng drank the tea in his cup, looked at Zhao Yuanli with a smile, and said, "I still remember when my father married the emperor's uncle."

"It's been more than ten years since King Lu came to Beijing on New Year's Day, and the emperor will be able to meet your little princess who is married with his fingertips." Zhao Zongheng said quite seriously: "King Lu has never been married for many years. Leaving the fief must have been waiting for this day."

"If the emperor's uncle can form an marriage relationship with King Lu, then I will have another help. I can take this opportunity to keep King Lu in the capital, and the army in King Lu's hands can also be used by me."

Zhao Yuanli didn't respond to what he said, and seemed to have no reaction to Zhao Zongheng's words. King Lu had guarded Fengzhou for many years, and rarely entered Beijing except for the New Year's tribute.

Eighteen years ago, the King of Lu brought his pregnant Princess Lu to Beijing to celebrate the birthday of Empress Dowager Dening. The little princess pointed it out to Zhao Yuanzhang, not wanting that soon after King Lu returned to Fengzhou, news came that a little princess was indeed born.

When the late emperor was alive, he often mentioned this matter, and Zhao Zongheng knew about it, but after the late emperor passed away, the eight kings seized power broke out, and the King of Lu probably avoided going to Beijing to avoid suspicion, if he could avoid it.

It has been three years since Zhao Zongheng succeeded to the throne. This year King Lu presented the jasper and glazed orb, which is obviously a hint that the New Year's Eve may be lively.

"Nowadays there are many affairs in the court. If the minister returns to the court, I'm afraid the marriage will not be settled." Zhao Yuanli frowned slightly, lowered his head and said, "Let's discuss this matter later?"

"You're used to evading." Zhao Zongheng looked at Zhao Yuanzhang and said, "There is no rush for this matter. It won't be too late to see the little princess who sees Lu Wang. If you are a caring girl, uncle Huang, don't shirk."

"You have done enough for me and Tianqing, and I should think about it for you."

"..."

Zhao Yuanzhang was a little helpless, he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhao Zongheng's tone, looked at Zhao Zongheng with a smile on his lips and said: "The emperor has been emperor for many years, and now the tone is more and more similar to that of the late emperor."

Zhao Zongheng's face darkened: "Don't mention him to me, I'm much better than him, hum."

Zhao Zongheng got up and said that the court affairs had not been dealt with before leaving. Zhao Yuanzhang looked at Zhao Zongheng's leaving back and smiled in a low voice, and took a sip from the tea cup.

get a wife...

He never seemed to think about it.

The sacrifices in the palace were handed down from the previous dynasty. It seems that there were ghosts in the palace, which frightened the concubine who was favored at that time. After a while of manipulating the crazy concubine, the concubine was cured, and since then, an altar will be set up at this time every year to cast spells.

Over time, it has become a custom in the palace, as if this can comfort the souls of the dead in the palace and make the town house peaceful.

On the day when I met the master and entered the palace, the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain again.

In front of the palace gate, someone has already set up the dharma altar, and the soul-calling banner is swaying left and right by the wind, which looks really like that. The altar is filled with various tributes, and beside the brazier on the other side, On the other hand, there are paper ingots and paper clothes for incineration.

Zhao Zongheng came out of Xuanming Hall, looked up and saw the group of court ladies, holding melon and fruit offerings, heading towards the harem.

"Then what are you doing?" Zhao Zongheng frowned, his thoughts still stuck in the atmosphere of the discussion with the adults just now.

"It should be the sacrifice prepared for today's sacrifice." Wang Chengxiang followed the emperor's gaze, lowered his head slightly and said with a smile: "In the past, we always invite mages to the palace to hold the ceremony, and this year is no exception."

"...Master!?" Zhao Zongheng didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly his whole body was shaken when he heard it, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look in the direction of the harem.

"That's right, Master Yingying is a great mage who is famous in the capital, and I heard that he is very good at exorcising evil spirits." Wang Chengxiang looked at Zhao Zongheng with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, as long as Master Yingying is here, how dare there be evil spirits in the palace. .”

Zhao Zongheng gasped when he heard this.

Then he turned around and ran towards the harem, Wang Chengxiang exclaimed in shock: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!? Your Majesty is still waiting in the hall, Your Majesty—!"

Wang Chengxiang hurriedly chased after the emperor, and at this time an altar had already been set up in an open space in the harem. The meeting master in a monk's robe had a gray beard and looked extremely old, but his posture holding a staff was so serious.

"Light the incense and set up the altar!" As the time came, the master of the meeting slowly opened his eyes and officially started the practice of setting up the altar.

Si Ningchi was standing on the side watching the ceremony, while Concubine De and Concubine Xian stood behind one by one, watching each one very seriously, as if they really wanted to see some evil spirits from this ceremony.

The debris blown up by the burning of the yellow paper was scattered all over the place. Just as he was meeting with the master to recite scriptures, Si Ningchi suddenly saw Zhao Zongheng rushing out from the outside, and before he even had time to take a closer look, he saw our emperor His eyes were full of anger, and he just kicked the altar where the sacrifices were placed.

The good altar was directly kicked over by the emperor, and the incense ash brazier was smashed to the ground. The meeting with the master was quite frightened, and the process of the good practice came to an abrupt end.

"Take it for me!" Zhao Zongheng's eyes were red, and he turned his head to look at Si Ningchi.

He looked flustered, and with a somewhat nervous look, he strode up to Si Ningchi, fixed his eyes on her and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you alright?"

Si Ningchi: "???"

What can she do?
I think the meeting with the master seems to be a matter of course!
A good monk, being knocked to the ground by a group of guards, how can he still have the demeanor of a monk?
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Si Ningchi shook his head, looking at Zhao Zongheng's confused expression, could it be that the meeting master was some kind of murderous poor man pretending to be?

"It's fine." Seeing that Si Ningchi's expression remained normal, Zhao Zongheng let go of his worried heart quietly, and stepped forward to hold her hand, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Throw him out for me." Zhao Zongheng glared fiercely at the meeting master and said, "From today onwards, without my will, no private meetings are allowed in the palace!"

(End of this chapter)