Jun carefully arranged for Qu Ci to rest in the bedroom, and asked someone to move a small table. He didn't know what to say for a while, but just held Qu Ci's slightly cold hand and kept silent.

Qu Ci narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and leaned on the mattress with great pleasure. The temperature brought by Zhu Jun's palm came from her hand. After a while, he said: "Master, do you have something to say just now?"

Zhu Jun nodded, then shook his head and said, "It's okay, rest assured, don't be distracted." Zhu Jun was ashamed. The fact that Princess Anne entered the palace must not be mentioned. No matter how open-minded Qu Ci is, after all, she is still a woman. If she doesn't say it on the surface, she will inevitably feel depressed. Therefore, it's better to talk about it in a few days.

Qu Cihe nodded, his eyes turned, as if he had seen through Zhu Jun's thoughts, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the princess's affairs have been spreading in the city for a long time. She will be a concubine sooner or later in the future. If she always lives outside, it will inevitably make people gossip. If the emperor wants to build a good Western country, don't be too slow."

Zhu Jun smiled awkwardly. It turned out that Qu Ci had already known this. No wonder Princess Anne was rumored to be very rumored now. The whole sea knew the princess of the British. The future concubines of the Ming Dynasty arrived in Haidu. Even if Qu Ci lived in the harem, she would not be able to hear the news at all. She deliberately concealed it, but instead seemed guilty. Therefore, she smiled and said, "It's still Ci'er who knows me. I'm also worried about this princess. What I mean is that I might as well bring her closer to the palace to avoid any trouble outside. I feel much more at ease."

Qu Ci smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please come in. I have someone to clean up a garden. I am not good at it and I can't help the emperor governing the country and pacifying the world. However, these family affairs cannot worry the emperor."

Zhu Jun felt a little guilty and moved towards Qu Ci. Zhu Jun nodded heavily and said nothing.

At this time, a little eunuch came in quietly on tiptoe and whispered: "Your Majesty, several ministers are already waiting in the Cold Winter Pavilion."

Zhu Jun nodded. The birth of the prince was not only his family affairs, but also his national affairs in the entire empire. He summoned several ministers to the palace and told the world that the truth was the right thing. So he reluctantly let go of Qu Ci's hand, patted the back of her hand and whispered: "I will come back if I go. Don't move. Please tell them to do anything."

Qu Ci nodded slightly red, and Zhu Jun wrapped a blanket for her. The weather in Nanyang was hot. Zhu Jun saw a few drops of sweat oozing from Qu Ci's neck, and then he realized that he shouldn't have wrapped the quilt. He just wanted to be afraid that she would catch a cold, but he forgot that he could not overheat. But Qu Ci was holding the quilt and seemed to be unaware. Perhaps because he was afraid of letting down his wishes, Zhu Jun patted his forehead in annoyance, secretly hating that he was too good to serve others, so he took the blanket down and touched Qu Ci for a while before he calmly came out.

In the cold winter pavilion, Mu Tianbo, Yang Side and several ministers of the various ministries were waiting anxiously. The morning court had just ended and the emperor suddenly summoned him again. Obviously, it must be a big deal. No one dared to neglect and rushed over. If it were the past, the emperor should have waited here long ago. Unexpectedly, this time it was different. It was obviously the emperor who recruited people with great fanfare, but now the emperor is not in a hurry and has not shown up yet.

Yang Side was the most impatient and asked a little eunuch. The little eunuch was serving the front hall. The harem was naturally not clear. He just shook his head. Several ministers bit their ears and guessed what happened. They wanted to attract all the cabinet and the six ministers and nine ministers to discuss matters. Especially the Ministry of Rites. More than a dozen people came in bustling with them. Even the fifth-rank landlords came.

"From my eyes, the emperor is planning to officially adopt the British princess as his concubine. Alas, although the British princess is of noble origin, it is inevitable that she is infected with the bad habits of barbarians. I am worried." The Minister of Rites frowned and stroked the gray beard, which was very harmful to his body.

"Maybe the war report came from the front. Lord Yang. You are in charge of the Ministry of War. Has the Ministry of War urgently transmitted the official documents to the imperial reading recently?"

Yang Side shook his head: "Although the war in the north is about to break out, there have been no major documents recently. If it were just like this, the emperor would not have to make such a big fanfare."

Everyone followed. It was a bit strange today. So many ministers close to each other couldn't figure it out.

"The emperor is here." An eunuch shouted in anger in the back hall. Zhu Jun had already come out of the back hall with a straight crown. He had just finished the morning court and had not changed his clothes yet.

"Long live my emperor!" Dozens of ministers saluted one after another.

Zhu Jun sat on the chair casually and asked everyone to sit down, which seemed more approachable. When everyone sat down with a puzzled look on their face, Zhu Jun said: "I urgently summon all my dear friends to come this time. It is my private matter. I want to listen to your opinions and tell the world again."

As soon as Zhu Jun finished speaking, the Minister of Rites sighed, his face was both worried and slightly lustful. Let me talk about his subtext, look, I'm told me, since it's the emperor's private matter, it must be the marriage of the princess of the vassal. I've lived for so many years.

The salt is more than the rice you eat, can you still not tell this? However, the old man, who is in charge of the Ministry of Rites, is still very worried. Only by managing the family can you govern the country and the world. If a princess of Fanbang who does not know etiquette and only knows how to sing and dance, will inevitably have Daji and Concubine Yang suffer. Doesn’t Daji just like singing and dancing? Doesn’t Yang like to play? The princess of Fanbang are all in both. Well, this is not good, it’s not good! The old man is thinking about it.

With emotions, his mind was filled with the shadow of Wei Zhengzhong's straightforward minister. Do it or not? Do it or not? No, he still needs to advise. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, let alone the Minister of Rites who are full of the king's fortune? If he dies, he will become famous in the Qing history. All the scholars in the world are all looking up, even if they sit in the prison and pull them out to behead their heads? The scenery is so glorious! The old man's very shriveled lips trembled, the wind is squinting, the wind is squinting, the Yishuihan is cold, and the Secretary of the House of Rites is famous for his admonition, and this is worth the deal!

"Emperor!" The old man finally stood up and shouted fearlessly. One was to create momentum and the other was to give himself courage: "I think it is not possible. The barbarians are naughty. I am not trying to persuade the emperor not to accept her as a concubine, but the time is too hasty. I think that the emperor should first select people in the palace to train etiquette and etiquette before he can be regarded as a concubine."

Zhu Jun was just a secret person, but was so amused and laughed when the Minister of Rites came here like this. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Is it okay if I want to have a prince?"

"Prince?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a cheerful cry was heard. The Minister of Rites rolled up his long sleeves, and tears were about to fall out of excitement: "I finally got it, I finally got it. God opens his eyes, God blesses the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Jun's face was not good-looking. What does that mean? Finally, it was? It was natural for me to have a son, not impotence, and finally. In fact, it was no wonder that the Minister of Rites added a final calculation before. Zhu Jun was twenty-seven years old, and Yongli was now more than thirty years old. In the past, Yongli and several princes died, but unfortunately they all died. Although they have newly adopted concubines, there has been no movement for a year. There are many emperors who cannot give birth to sons. It is inevitable that some people will secretly wonder if the emperor is not good. Although many people did not say it on the face, they were still anxious. After all, the crown prince is a powerful weapon of the country and is the root of stability. Once the emperor has no son, the country will inevitably be in danger of civil strife.

"Okay, okay!" Zhu Jun suppressed his hands and calmed down a group of old men who seemed to be repaid by their grandson: "I summoned my dear friends, what I did was to do was that the queen was pregnant. There seemed to be some rumors in Haidu City. I plan to pardon the world. As for those prisoners, who can be pardoned and who cannot be pardoned, the Ministry of Justice took out a note."

"Also, the Ministry of Rites must write a parallel prose, with more passion and passion, and all the newspapers must be published in the newspapers.

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“Abide by the order”

Zhu Jun pondered for a moment: "I want to give a name to the future prince. It is best to draw a man and discuss a daughter. Let's focus on your ideas. There is no hurry now. You can discuss and discuss. If some people are willing to give advice, if it is good, I can also use it."

Zhu Jun's heart was a shadow. His parents named him Zhu Jun. It was originally pretty good, but another Zhu Jun, known as Nine Cities, came out, made him feel ashamed. Now his children's names still have to be concerned about.

Everyone nodded with a smile, and was very excited. Zhu Jun was holding Qu Ci in the harem in his heart. He was unwilling to say more, so he said, "Let's go away today, and I will discuss it tomorrow morning."

After finishing the government affairs, Zhu Jun hurried back to the harem and had a conversation with Qu Ci. At this time, Zhou Xueer also came. Zhou Xueer was a hot-tempered person and chatted with Qu Ci. Zhu Jun remembered that the British princess would enter the palace in the afternoon and had to meet him, so he asked the imperial kitchen to send food earlier. The three of them happily gathered together to eat the meal and then left.
Chapter completed!