The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 57 Entering the Palace, Suspicion

Zhao Jin was so pissed off. If these ancient scholars became stubborn, it would mean that the stones in the latrine were smelly and hard, which made no sense at all, and his face gradually turned cold.

"In ancient times, there were female emperors and female generals who created an unprecedented prosperity, not to mention the talented Song Zhilan of this dynasty. , your wife, and your daughter are all women, but you are talking nonsense here, which can be called disloyal and unfilial, such a person, my palace can't afford it, take it out!"

Zhao Jin's expression was indifferent, and he looked sideways at the little eunuch next to him and said coldly, "Come here, give this gentleman a month's advance payment, and he won't come next month."

The gentleman's face was flushed, he was scared, but he was not angry, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Hmph, it's really insulting for the prince to treat scholars like this."

Zhao Jin wasn't afraid of him either. Literati were just able to play tricks to gain the moral high ground. Having experienced the impact of the modern Internet, they were more slippery than these ancient literati.

Zhao Jin ignored the gentleman who left angrily, strode into the school, smiled slightly, and looked at the dozen or so radish heads sitting below, most of them were gay men, only four or five girls were sitting there. In a corner of the room.

"Everyone, don't be afraid to study hard. The king will hire a gentleman tomorrow. The private school will not only teach you these sage books, but also teach carpentry, blacksmithing, embroidery, female red, account settlement, and even martial arts. Remember, no matter if you are a man or a woman, as long as you are outstanding, the king will reuse them. No matter your origin or gender, everyone has their own strengths. A tough and strong heart is the real strong."

On this day, in this shabby school, Zhao Jin's words were like a stack of lamps illuminating the night. The comrades in the school saw and heard it, and the girls felt like a thunderclap , Hit in the soul, leaving a deep imprint.

In the future, several girls from this period of students will grow up to become the leading female poets, female military officers, and big businessmen in Daqi Qi. Come on, now these children are all carrot heads.

Zhao Jin lamented that what he said to his husband just now had frightened these children. After reassuring them, he ordered the little eunuch to bring them some snacks, and the class ended.

When he returned to the main courtyard, Zhao Jin was still thinking about it.

"Since ancient times, women's reputation has been very important. There is nothing wrong with reading and literacy. But after these children are ten years old, they might as well find some female gentlemen, so as to save their parents from sending them to study because of gossip."

An Twelve nodded, standing behind Zhao Jin and pressing his stiff neck.

"Girls from ordinary families have to see each other after they are ten years old. I'm afraid their parents may not be willing."

Zhao Jin sighed faintly, looking at the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the sky with red clouds.

"In the past few days, I have drawn some blueprints, and I will open some weaving and dyeing rooms in the future. These girls who go to school can sign a document and study in the school for free. After finishing their studies, they can enter the weaving and dyeing room. The work on the upholstery is paid off and repaired, if there is one more person in the family to pass on the money, their parents will not disagree."

"Yes, the lord is merciful." An Twelve paused and pressed his hand again, with a smile on his brows and eyes at the moment.

Although the prince's temperament is often rumored by the outside world, only those who follow him know the prince's soft heart.

What's even more rare is that the master didn't regard himself as a high-ranking person, as if he could understand the suffering of those poor people, and always thought of them.

If the prince's health was better, if... the remaining dark twelve would not dare to think about it anymore, after all, the current emperor can be regarded as diligent and fair.

The prince is in this position, he is the first prince in this dynasty, and he is really a big fan.

Zhao Jin specially asked people to collect knowledgeable and insightful female wives around the capital.

The emperor has already issued a decree, so it might be a little inappropriate for him to stay here.

Those who could only pack the carts and horses to pay, anyway, the alleys were always as noisy as before, full of voices, and getting used to the quietness of the hot spring villa, Zhao Jin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

As soon as Zhao Jin settled down here, word came from the palace over there that the emperor had summoned Zhao Jin, but he had no choice but to put on heavy court clothes and enter the palace to face the saint.

The solemn and solemn imperial study room was committed, with high piles of wrinkled folds on both sides, and yellow dragon chairs. The current emperor is sitting on the dragon chair, bowing his head and reviewing the memorial.

"Emperor Saint Ann."

Zhao Jin stepped forward to salute, the emperor looked up with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Jiu is here, someone bring a chair for Lord Rui."

Zhao Jinwei bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting the seat."

Zhao Jin sat comfortably on the stool, and the little eunuch brought tea and snacks. He ate a few symbolic mouthfuls, and then heard the emperor sitting at the top say: "The blueprint of the bow and crossbow you sent up was really made by someone. The power is really extraordinary, it is rare for you to have such a mind, why not go to the Ministry of Industry to experience it."

Zhao Jin has been exercising during this period of time, eating well and feeling good, his body has naturally improved a lot, but now that he entered the palace, he still pretended to be tired and out of spirit before, coughed lightly twice, stepped forward Hand in hand.

"I will live up to the expectations of my brother."

Seeing Zhao Jin's frail appearance, the emperor sighed softly, and said earnestly, "Xiao Jiu, you have to protect your health. You need to walk around every now and then to guide those workers in the work of the Ministry of Industry." Craftsmen can make bows and crossbows, don't tire yourself out, I'm afraid I'll be blamed behind the scenes."

"Ahem, thank you, Brother Huang, for your compassion." Zhao Jin.Arching his hands, he said in a somewhat reserved and respectful manner.

The emperor put down the vermilion imperial pen in his hand, looked at Zhao Jin and asked abruptly: "Why didn't I find out that the ninth brother has dabbled in these organs and instruments before?"

Zhao Jin's heart skipped a beat, but he still held the teacup firmly in his hand, with a smile on his lips.

"I'm in poor health and can't go out, so I read ancient books when I have nothing to do at home. I happened to see the making method of the Liannu. I found it interesting and novel, so I asked a craftsman to develop it. I didn't think it would really work. I thought about this thing. Uncommon, it will definitely be of help to the emperor brother. I think the emperor brother is very reasonable, and I have to be blessed by the heavens to find such a sharp weapon with the help of my younger brother."

The emperor laughed loudly when he heard the words, and pointed at Zhao Jin: "The ninth brother is still so good at talking. The queen mother has been worrying about your marriage. Last time, the youngest son of the Fu family was not suitable. I saw General Zhenyuan a few days ago. The third son of the family, who looks like a jade tree facing the wind, is gentle and martial, quite suitable for you, I don't know what you think."

General Zhenyuan is a general who holds real power in the army. His four sons are all in the army and serve in various positions. It can be said that he is a family of generals. No matter which dynasty he is in, military power is an extremely sensitive thing.

In an instant, cold sweat dripped down Zhao Jin's back, and he felt a little irritable. He didn't want to bet on his position in the heart of this cheap brother, and he didn't want to marry the third son of the old general Zhenyuan.

Zhao Jin hastily stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "The person whom the emperor favors must be good, but my brother is in this body now, and he can't leave his mouth all day long. People, I still feel a little uncomfortable, please marry the emperor's brother, and choose when to get married in the future."

The emperor looked helplessly at Zhao Jin, smiled and shook his head.

"You, you, it's just that you have such a child's heart. Brother Huang will help you more. The empress mother and the old man have missed you a long time ago. Now that you have returned to the palace, go and see her."

"Yes." Zhao Jin got up and saluted: "Then I won't delay Brother Huang's review of the memorial, so I will leave now."

After getting the emperor's consent, Zhao Jin followed the little eunuch through the long palace road and arrived at the Palace of Compassion and Ning where Empress Dowager Dong was.

The mother and son talked for a while as usual, and Zhao Jin accompanied the Queen Mother to dinner before boarding the carriage for the return journey.

Now Zhao Jin's health is much better, and he was in a cold sweat. After returning, he won't have a low-grade fever at night.

It's just that he's mentally exhausted right now, and after taking a bath, he lazily hugs An Twelve and doesn't speak, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

An Shier hugged Zhao Jin, stretched out his slender fingers, and lowered the acupuncture points on Zhao Jin's head to relieve his fatigue.

"My master entered the palace today, and saw that you were unhappy, but what's the matter?"

"No, I miss you." Zhao Jin shook his head inaudibly, not wanting to tell the emperor about the marriage, he stretched out his arms to wrap An Twelve's thin waist, and kissed him deeply.

All of a sudden, the breath of the two of them was disturbed, and they fell on the bed arrangement. An Twelve stretched out his hand and swung the heavy curtains down, and the candles on the table were also extinguished.

Dark Twelve's chest shook violently a few times, he pressed his fingers on Zhao Jin's black hair, and said hoarsely, "Master..."

Zhao Jin smiled lowly.

"It turns out that internal strength has such benefits."

As for the story after lights out, it is inconvenient to say more here.

It's just that the main courtyard passed the water twice today, and those who secretly wanted to climb onto the prince's bed gritted their teeth secretly.

On the second day, the sky was bright.

The little eunuchs respectfully washed their faces, and stood outside the door and heard the movement in the house, so they dared to knock on the door carefully, and only after they got English, they filed in.

While having breakfast, Zhao Jin let out an unsightly breath, looking lazy.

"I have to get up early in the morning to go to work, ha, I haven't slept enough yet."

An Shier took over the job from the servant, mixed the sauce for dipping the buns for Zhao Jin, and placed it in front of him.

"Yesterday, the capuchin sheep on the prairie was delivered. The meat is delicious and has no fishy smell. It is most suitable for roasting. Would you like to try it?"

Zhao Jin's eyes lit up instantly, he was about to go to work, and his mood as a social animal improved a lot.

"Let the back kitchen find some red willow branches, cut them clean and put them on meat skewers, then slice them into thin slices, put them on the top and bottom of the iron rack and bake them with charcoal fire, and then serve two jugs of Fenjiu."