The domestic guard is a little sweet

After Zhao Jin left, the mother and son of the Tian family, who were at the top of their power, sat opposite each other in the Palace of Compassion and Ning.

Empress Dowager Dong took off her make-up and the emerald jewels on her hair, her face turned pale and she leaned on the soft couch dying of illness.

"Ahem, Jinyang Lu's daughter is well-educated, elegant and intelligent. In the early years, she followed his grandmother to the palace a few times to look at the child. She is a smart girl. Jin'er, there is no female family member in the palace now, and no one takes care of her. Household affairs, daily human relations, and the movement of various mansions, he is a careless man, he is not thorough after all, ahem."

The Lu family in Jinyang is a big family with hundreds of years of history. The population is prosperous, and many members of the clan are officials in the court and in the field. They are both civil and military. In this generation, the Lu family has five sons and only one daughter. Girls are loved in every way like the apple of the eye.

If he could marry a daughter from the Lu family, he would have a wife and family shelter in the next year, and his life would be much smoother.

The emperor sat beside the empress dowager, his face remained unchanged, and brought a bowl of tea for the empress himself, and said in a warm voice: "The empress mother has to work hard, drink a cup of tea to press down her throat. Although the daughter of the Lu family is beautiful to the end, she is raised in the village. His temper is jumpy. Moreover, Jiudi married a Lu family daughter in this situation, so it is inevitable that he will be eager to love the Lu family's daughter in the future, and I am afraid that it will affect Jiudi's reputation."

Empress Dowager Dong looked a little cold when she heard the words, she placed the tea bowl on the table in a serious manner, holding the green Buddhist beads in her hand.

"The Ai family knows about the second prince's mother's family these days, and has contacted the Lu family several times. They want to marry the daughter of the Lu family as a side Fujin, not to mention that the girl is two years older than the second prince. Even if she welcomes into the mansion, the side Fujin The mother's family is too powerful, if someone with a clear mind can work with Fujin, the second prince is fine, but if he is a top-notch one, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the backyard."

The emperor didn't say much, but he had already made up his mind in terms of personnel and demeanor.

Empress Dowager Dong sighed, she couldn't really turn against the emperor over this matter, she rubbed her sore forehead, the empress dowager was extremely tired.

"The queen mother has many children in this birth, but only the two of you are left. You and Jin'er are direct brothers. He has been in poor health since he was a child, and the Ai family can't bear him to work too much on government affairs. He has always wanted him to be a The idle prince, now that he has no heirs, he will still have to rely on you, the royal brother, to take care of him after a hundred years."

The emperor nodded, still with a warm smile on his face.

"Ninth Brother's mind is simple and detached. As the emperor's brother, I naturally have to take care of him."

The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. Although Queen Mother Dong loves the youngest son, she must also take into account the feelings of the eldest son.

Nowadays, the capital is turbulent, and the battle for the throne between the first prince and the second prince seems to be raging, but in fact, it is the emperor who secretly indulges behind his back.

I am afraid that the current capital city is not peaceful. The Empress Dowager barely supported her sickly body, looked at the emperor with a pair of cloudy old eyes, and said in a steady voice: "The Ai family has always dreamed of the late emperor these days. I think it is coming soon." At the end of the year and the end of the year, your father misses his son, why don't you ask your ninth younger brother to go to the imperial mausoleum to keep a vigil for the late emperor, and offer a few sticks of incense for Ai's family."

Empress Dowager Dong was pinching the jasper bead string in her right hand, her knuckles turned slightly white, the Palace of Compassion and Tranquility was eerily quiet for a moment, and a needle could be heard falling.

The emperor chuckled, stepped forward to support Empress Dowager Dong, let her lie down on the soft couch, and then said with a smile: "This year's weather is not good, presumably it was a warning from the heavens, and it happened that the ninth younger brother went to the imperial tomb to worship our ancestors on my behalf. I ask the ancestors to bless my great Qi and everything will be prosperous! Donglin is very close to the imperial mausoleum, why don't I give Donglin dialect to the ninth brother as a fief, there is a Huangzhuang there, and the ninth brother likes to take care of those plants and flowers, and it is being broadcast in Beijing One thousand elite escorted the ninth younger brother to the north, and the queen mother should feel at ease now."

Empress Dowager Dong nodded in satisfaction, and showed a loving smile: "Jin'er is your direct younger brother, and also your courtier, so naturally he relies on his imperial brother to take care of him. Ai's family is old and mentally inactive. I only hope that you brothers a good one."

After the emperor came out of the Compassionate Ning Palace, he sat on the dragon chariot with a blank face all the time, and when he returned to the royal palace of Yu Yushu, the people who served him all knew how to look at their faces, each of them tightened their nerves and served them carefully.

The eunuch in the imperial interior carefully came to the emperor's side and gave him a note.

"Return to Your Majesty, the recent news of Prince Rui you want is sent below."

"Put it down, go down." The emperor nodded, took the memorial, and waved away the servants in the imperial study.

Opening the booklet in his hand, Zhao Jin was either practicing boxing with weights recently, or planting plants from overseas in his own villa on the outskirts of Beijing.Or just thinking about how the concentrated shops can make money in various ways.

Apart from the daily etiquette, Zhao Jin had almost no contact with the high officials in the court.

After the emperor put down the memorial and pondered for a while, he finally invited the Minister of Rites to draft an order.

In the afternoon, Zhao Jin received the emperor's order to grant Donglin to him as a fiefdom, and ordered him to guard the imperial tomb, worship ancestors, and not enter Beijing without a permit.

Zhao Jin signaled Sun He to seal a generous reward for the eunuch who came to declare the decree.

He held the imperial decree with a face full of contemplation, and returned to the study with An Twelve. The people in the palace were a little uneasy along the way, looking at their master cautiously.

For outsiders, this decree is undoubtedly to exile Zhao Jin to other places, away from the center of power, which is not a good thing, but for Zhao Jin, this decree comes with appropriate benefits, and it is exactly what he wants.

At this moment, he suppressed the corners of his mouth, and dragged An Shier to the study room, and then he opened the smile on his lips, and walked around happily.

"That's great. With this decree, we don't have to tie our hands and feet when we arrive in Donglin. The first prince and the second prince have been fighting fiercely in the capital recently. I don't want them to mess with the fish in the pond and get all pissed off."

And there is a sentence that Zhao Jin didn't say out loud. In the future, the sky will be high and the emperor will be far away. In Dongming, he will be the biggest master. He can transform Dongling according to his own wishes and cultivate his own power.

An Twelve has been following Zhao Jin, and he knows what Zhao Jin means when he knows that the two of them are in the same mind. He stepped forward to hold Zhao Jin's hand gently, and said in a low voice: Wherever I go, I will accompany Master. No matter what Master wants to do, I will do my best to do it."

Zhao Jin recalled a gentle smile, put aside the imperial decree in his hand, hugged An Twelve's neck, and kissed him resoundingly.

As for what kind of lingering things are left, I will not tell outsiders.

And the imperial decree in Beijing also spread quickly. Some were suspicious, some were gloating, and naturally some were fighting for Zhao Jin.

But all the thoughts of the people can only be buried in their hearts. The emperor decreed that they should keep their promises and no one else should speak their minds.