I just like the Prime Minister

The emperor has recently brought 22 beauties to the harem, each with their own merits, fat, swallows and thin, but unfortunately, there is not a single lady from a serious family, let alone a queen, even the qualifications to be a concubine seem to be half-hearted.

The queen mother was stared at by this bastard son angrily, and the next morning, a mighty forty wives were ordered to enter the palace to chat. Eight phases to send.

Mrs. Jiang and the Empress Dowager are close relatives, and they often played together when they were young girls. Today, they are also lucky enough to enter the palace, but unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager cried and worried.

In the evening, Mrs. Jiang returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion from the palace. She hadn't recovered from the embarrassing cry of the queen mother. ...too uninhibited...Junchi, you courtiers, you also need to advise and advise, you can't let the emperor do everything according to his temper."

When Jiang Xizhu heard this, the corner of his forehead twitched undetectably, and it took a long time to endure the joyful veins on the young man's forehead, and patiently coaxed the old mother to go back to the room to rest.

After finally settling down with his mother, Jiang Xizhu went back to the study and sat in front of the desk. The breath he had been holding back for a few days finally came out, and only halfway through, it turned into a sigh of gnashing his teeth again.

22, what an auspicious stack!

Why not just kill him twice.

Of course, this can’t be said to the outside world. If you complain about the royal family, if you talk about the royal family, it’s called not knowing the rules. If you talk about it, it’s disrespectful, and the whole family will lose their heads.

Therefore, Jiang Xizhu only dared to think about it in his heart, and only thought about it in his heart.

The young prime minister has clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and his eyes are full of arrogance and righteousness. This pair of red phoenixes can accommodate sages and courts, but they don't leave any place for the love of children. His pale lips pursed slightly, and the expression on his face His expression is the arrogance of a scholar.

He has read the books of sages and listened to the words of gentlemen since he was a child. No matter how much absurdity he has witnessed, he will not turn his words into vulgarity.

In fact, it is not reconciled.

Jiang Xizhu unfolded a fold from the table and looked at it for a long time, but finally didn't look into it. A gust of cold wind attracted his involuntary gaze.

What year has the crown been crowned, and the hairpin tassels have been worn for a few years, the thin spring shirt is still beautiful, and the scenery outside the window has changed several times, after all, it is no longer a youthful youth.

Jiang Xizhu, nicknamed Junchi, was the youngest prime minister in the history of the Dayu Dynasty, and he is only twenty-five years old now.

His name was obtained by his father who is no longer in the cabinet but is still honored as "Jiang Ge Lao". Some of them sound interesting.

Everyone in the capital knew that the young Prime Minister Jiang was the only legitimate son of Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang Ge was born in the Jiang family, and he belonged to the Zanying family in this dynasty. His growth experience is no different from that of other aristocratic families in Beijing.

Jiang Gelao's back mansion used to have one wife and two concubines. When he was about 35 years old, he had three or five children under his knees, but his wife had nothing to do.

It is a big or small thing to have no wife. At that time, Mr. Jiang Ge was in his prime of life, and he was full of "unfilial piety has three major problems" but he still had a little rebellious spirit, so he could tolerate it.On the contrary, Mrs. Jiang couldn't sit still.

Mrs. Jiang was originally a lady in the boudoir, so she naturally understood the secret calculations in the harem. In order to find an heir, how many doctors she hired, how much bitter medicine soup she drank for nothing, and how much she suffered.

However, all the methods have been tried, but the birth is just not conceived.

In the end, it was Mrs. Jiang's dowry maid who came up with a half-fresh and not bad idea-letting Mrs. Jiang go to the temple to ask for a child.

There is also a reason why this idea is half new and not bad. There is a saying in the ancients that the children who are begged in the temple are tied down from the sky. It is okay to meet a willing one. He makes trouble.

Therefore, everyone said that if the children recruited from the temple were either great talents, they would be great talents.

Among them, the latter is the most.

Mrs. Jiang was so eager to seek a son that year, she couldn't care less about other things, not to mention giving birth to a bastard, even if she gave birth to a destructive monster, as long as it was her own, she can be thankful.

In the end, I don't know whether it was God who opened his eyes, or a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse. In short, in the third year of Mrs. Jiang's belief in the Bodhisattva and friendly communication with her, Jiang Xizhu was finally born.

Jiang and his wife were overjoyed, advertising relatives and friends, and feasting guests, which shows how happy they are for the arrival of this child.

Mr. Jiang was also very happy. He thought it was not enough to give his son a name, so he was very cautious, and gave his son another name, which means "Junchi" - which means a gentleman is late.

As Jiang Xizhu grew up, everyone realized later, and suddenly felt that what the ancients said still had some truth-children who were begged from the temple tended to go to extremes.

But Mrs. Jiang's fate is good, and she deserves to have children and grandchildren——Jiang Xizhu went to the extreme of goodness that is unique in thousands of miles.

Jiang Xizhu now occupies a high position at a young age, not only because he is today's companion, but also because Jiang Xizhu has a talent for being a prime minister, and he was a child prodigy when he was young.

He was enlightened at the age of two, learned calligraphy at the age of three, wrote poems at the age of four, and wrote essays at the age of six.The Taifu is a strange old man with great talents. After reading Jiang Xizhu's article, he was surprised to become a flower with wrinkled face. Seeing the sky, he told the late emperor that there was a little child prodigy in the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is a famous family in the Dayu Dynasty, with a scholarly heirloom, and every generation of males has fame and fame. Their ancestors have produced high officials in the dynasty, officials in the frontier, and several famous concubines and even concubines. The queen, worthy of the name, is a family of Zhong Ding and a family of hairpin tassels.

Hearing the high praise from the Tai Tuo, the first emperor immediately appointed the six-year-old Jiang Zhuxi to enter the palace immediately to accompany the eight-year-old Prince Li Chengzuo to read.

In the late spring of that year, there were flowers in front of the bottle, and a long pavilion at the Wu Bridge. When he was young, he was wearing a thin spring shirt, leaning on the bridge and poplars.

The eight-year-old prince Li Chengzuo, wearing the apricot-yellow prince's uniform, walked through the Mingde Hall and went to the Chongwen Hall. Under the burning peach tree in front of the Chongwen Hall, he saw Jiang Junchi for the first time as a teenager.

Peach blossoms in spring and water in spring, young people should be like jade, the most beautiful time when we first met.

Until now, 20 years later, the prince became the emperor, and the young man became the prime minister...

How much time is gone in the flick of a finger.

Things in the world follow the flowing water, and it will be a lifetime of floating dreams.

In a person's whole life, no one knows whom to meet, it's just a mistake at first sight.

Jiang Xizhu was stunned in the melancholy light of the flickering candle, then frowned again, opened several books on the desk and read and read again, his face like a jade gentleman finally became clear and cold, indifferent and peaceful.

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and spring is waning.

Even in Shaoguang's dream, he never dared to covet that moment of joy.

The flickering candlelight and the tall and straight figure in the prime minister's study were in a daze for a long time in the swaying spring rain, and finally all went dark.

The next day, the first night of spring rain, the willows outside Xiangfu were dyed blue by the rain. The spring and wind were graceful, and through the screen window and embroidered curtain, there was still a little bit of cold spring scenery.

Chunyu's Xiaoxiao voice all turned into a world of mortals, filling the whole dreamland.

Jiang Xizhu had a late rest last night, and when he got up, he sat on the couch for a long time, not knowing whether he had suffered from the spring cold or was blocked by unfounded news, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling inexplicably anxious and lazy.

The day has not come, the night is not clear.

Although according to the rumors, the emperor probably won't sleep late at night, so saying that seems a bit wronged to him, but in fact the emperor is still very sleepy at night, but probably not in the right place.

The emperor is alone, and no one can control him, but no one in the civil and military courts has the courage to say that the early court is all, unless it is a black hat and he doesn't want it anymore.

Jiang Xizhu has been acquainted for several years, and has never missed the early court, and now there is no reason to miss it.

The sedan chair of the prime minister's mansion had been waiting outside the Meridian Gate early on, and only waited for the Meridian Gate to open before entering the palace to play.

Many officials were already waiting outside the Meridian Gate. The chariots and horses of each family lined up in an orderly manner. Jiang Xizhu arrived early and held a high position. No one's car dared to preemptively go to the front.

As soon as Maoshi arrived, the palace gate opened, Jiang Xizhu got out of the car, and walked in front of the civil servants, but before he could reach the Jinshui Bridge, there was a panicked voice from behind: "You are polite!" My lords, please make room."

Jiang Xizhu was flustered by the voice, and felt familiar for no reason. He stopped and looked back, and sure enough, he saw a stocky, short and fat man rushing forward like a wild boar. Dust like sand.

Several emaciated colleagues were staggered by him and frowned in displeasure, but seeing that the target he was running towards was Prime Minister Jiang, they all shut their mouths with winks.

The fat official's name is Wang Ding'an, and he is now serving as the right servant of the Ministry of War.

He is an inspector censor, which is not a good official position, but by chance, he hits it off with the Taifu. Before the Taifu retired and returned to his hometown, he specially recommended him to Jiang Xizhu, and was recommended by Jiang Xizhu to join the Ministry of War.

Obviously Wang Ding'an is usually popular, but at this moment he knows that he is annoying, but he can't take care of it for a while, because he is running in a hurry, his whole face is red with sweat, standing in front of Jiang Xizhu, the etiquette is not exhausted When he opened his mouth, there was a heavy panting.

Jiang Xizhu took a half step back silently, avoiding the stinky sweat on Wang Shilang's body, but still maintained a gentleman's demeanor, and patted Wang Shilang's shoulder: "There are many people with mixed eyes, Mr. Wang should be more stable... at this time ,In a hurry?"

Jiang Xizhu's sentence "Many people have mixed eyes" is actually a beating without naming names. Some troublemakers in the province caught Wang Ding'an's flustered look and wrote an article for him, but this sentence is heard by Wang Ding'an. In his ears, he reminded him first - what he said was urgent, and he couldn't tell the idlers with a big fanfare.

Master Wang didn't care to catch his breath, and stepped forward to get closer to Prime Minister Jiang. The figure that "looks like a mountain from the horizontal side and a peak from the side" completely blocked Prime Minister Jiang.

Jiang Xizhu finally didn't escape.

Jiang Xizhu is No.1 in the cabinet and is also the minister of military affairs. He is the head of the civil servants. Thanks to his position, he is ahead of all the officials, and also thanks to Wang Ding'an's protruding body, which is also convex and airtight. Jiang Xizhu has not had time to dislike it. His body blocked the light, and his handsome brows were frowned by what he whispered.

Wang Ding'an said that it was not worth it, relying on his size advantage, Jiang Xizhu had already read a squeezed and somewhat sweaty melody in a place where no one saw it.

Jiang Xizhu didn't say a word for a long time, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, he let out a breath, and he didn't go up early, followed by Wang Shilang, turned around and went straight to the military plane.