Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"It's not that these things can't be done, but they shouldn't be done now! Our Great Ming Dynasty governs the world with filial piety, and even the imperial mausoleum is called 'Xiaoling Mausoleum'. Your Majesty, as the grandson of the emperor and the new emperor, how could you commit such a rebellious act!?"

The censors of the Censorate headed by Yuan Tai and the secretaries of various ministries... all spoke up to fight back.

The flowers and trees sent to the Qianqing Palace these days.

Which of them is not a valuable and rare flower and tree? Whether the purpose of "planting trees to express grief" is really so clear to everyone.

Moreover, this kind of “losing one’s ambition due to indulgence in toys” is not the only case.

As soon as these words came out.

Many Huaixi generals were indeed a little choked.

It's hard to refute this. Who would spend their free time playing around with mud and burning plates and dishes? You just want to have fun, don't you?

Seeing the Huaixi generals were embarrassed.

The censors of the Censorate and the Six Ministries, led by Yuan Tai, showed a hint of pride on their faces and looked at Yuan Tai. Yuan Tai immediately struck while the iron was hot and bowed to Zhu Yunhuan sitting on the imperial throne: "Your Majesty!..."

But the words haven't been finished yet.

He was interrupted by a rough voice:

"Firing ceramics... what's wrong with firing ceramic glazes?"

"Ceramics are also precious. Exquisite ceramics can be used as burial objects for the emperor or high-ranking officials. Your Majesty is firing ceramics in the Qianqing Palace just so that you can do it yourself and use them as burial objects for Your Majesty when you are buried!"

"It's also a show of filial piety! Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

"Your Majesty made it himself. Who can compare to this thoughtfulness?"

"You guys are just talking nonsense, what do you know?"

When people get excited, their brains work much faster than usual.

This group of people were called to the Qianqing Palace late last night, and divided up so many priceless pieces of glass with a lot of jingling. Many of them did not sleep all night, and when they came to the morning court early in the morning, they were still immersed in the excitement of last night.

The private collection of His Majesty.

This is all distributed by our current Majesty!

Thinking of this, someone got excited and immediately came up with an explanation.

Hearing this, the other Huaixi nobles were stunned for a moment and couldn't help but secretly complain:

"This guy is really smart! He can even come up with such a tricky angle to explain these things? 6!"

"Hmm... your filial piety is evident, and heaven and earth can bear witness..."

"If I hadn't seen His Majesty leading us to the mourning hall in the Qianqing Palace yesterday, pointing at the old man's tablet and having fun, I would have fucking believed it!"

He hesitated for a moment.

These Huaixi nobles joined in one after another, and the Fengtian Hall was filled with spitting again:

"Indeed! Your Majesty has been incredibly busy these past few days. Not only has he had to attend the late Emperor's funeral three times a day, but he's also been busy reviewing memorials in the Qianqing Palace. He's even planted trees to express his grief and personally burned burial objects for the late Emperor. In just a few days, he's become incredibly tired and thin!"

"Did you see it? No! You can't see it!"

"..."

The censors and generals were unwilling to show weakness to each other and divided into two groups to fight back and forth in the Fengtian Hall, making it very lively.

Zhu Yunhuan sat on the ceremonial carriage.

He supported his head with the back of his hand, leaning against the side of the chair under him, and watched the two groups of people coming and going in Fengtian Hall with calm eyes. He even found it quite funny.

"Ueki expressed his grief...burning ceramics to bury Old Zhu...amazing, amazing! They're the ones who came up with this idea..."

"Who says a reckless man is uneducated?"

"This jingling, white box of glass was sent out, and I had a general to debate for me. See how nice he is to hear?"

Zhu Yunhuan thought carelessly in his heart, watching the Fengtian Hall become more and more chaotic.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyes through the vermilion lacquered gate of Fengtian Hall and glanced outside - the sun was rising, it was almost time.

He yawned, then stood up and stretched his neck.

Glanced at Ma Sanbao.

Ma Sanbao immediately understood and swung the whip in his hand vigorously.