Your grandmother is ninety years old! She is still as beautiful as ever!

Night.

Wuying Palace.

The old emperor looked around at the second-rank ministers below, his expression solemn, as if he had encountered a national disaster.

Below, Prime Minister Dou frowned in thought, the six ministers looked depressed, the newly appointed Zuo Du Shi and the sixty-nine-year-old You Du Shi both had sweat on their foreheads, and the front, back, left, right, and central military governors looked at each other. The central military governor stepped forward in advance, with an arrogant attitude: "Your Majesty! Colleagues, the right side of Xiaobai Ze will be guarded by my eighteen adopted sons!"

Xiaobai Ze was just a private name at first, but when it was put in the open, everything was different.

"My eighteen adopted sons are all nine feet tall and very brave. The oldest one is as strong as an ox and two tigers, and is quite skilled in military strategy! I will tell them to protect Xiao Bai Ze's safety no matter what!"

The deputy commander of the front army stood up and snorted, "I don't know what to do, but the forty-nine servants in my family will be placed next to the Bai Ze family. They are the elite soldiers in the army. Whoever wants to kill them! Beat my servants first! They are all very good at riding and shooting! I also equipped them with [guns]. Whoever offends Bai Ze, my servants will beat them into a hornet's nest!"

The Minister of Revenue said without saying a word, "All the residents of Xiao Bai Ze's family must move out, The Ministry of Revenue will pay for this."

The Minister of Works smiled and said, "Don't even think about moving Xiao Bai Ze's house, but the surrounding houses can be renovated, renovated, and reinforced. The Ministry of Works will be responsible for this, but..."

The Minister of Works didn't finish his words and looked at Emperor Tiantong.

It depends on how far the emperor intends to go.

In front of the emperor, there was a map of the capital, and he drew a line with his finger: "This place will be completely renovated."

The Minister of Works bowed his hands, took two steps forward to look, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he bowed and retreated, keeping silent.

This attitude aroused the curiosity of other second-rank officials. After getting the consent of the old emperor, they all came forward and saw that the area designated by the emperor was the South Thirty-Six Wards!

The deputy commander of the Central Army could not help but be stunned: "Your Majesty! Are all the 36 southern blocks cleared?"

How many people would have to be relocated!

Before the old emperor said anything, Prime Minister Dou was afraid that the emperor would still think this was inappropriate after thinking it over, so he was very anxious and said directly: "Your Majesty! The mansion in the south of the city can be demolished! Rebuild the block! For the people to live in!"

He was so old, and he didn't want anything else, just to have a good reputation! If Xu Yanmo died, the whole world would know how many concubines he had, what positions he used at night, how promising his children and grandchildren were, how many of them bullied men and women, and the secret conversations he and his old wife had in the room at night. Within half an hour, everyone in the world would know... At that moment

, Prime Minister Dou suddenly remembered many faces, including annoying political enemies, beloved juniors, and respectful subordinates.

- If they knew, he might as well die! He

must keep his innocence in the world!!!

Prime Minister Dou's tone became more firm and resolute: "Your Majesty! I don't think it's a bad thing to relocate the residents of the South Thirty-Six Wards! The South Thirty-Six Wards have not been repaired for many years and are already old! It happens that my mansion covers hundreds of acres. I can demolish it and rebuild it, and the houses allocated to those residents will be new and big! If the Ministry of Revenue does not have enough money, I can donate money!"

Today's demolition must be done, and the relocation must be done. Whoever stands in his way will be killed!

The Minister of War was even more excited: "Your Majesty! I request that my twenty retainers be placed around the house of Xiaobai Ze to guard it day and night! We swear to protect the safety of Xiaobai Ze!"

The Minister of Works said loudly: "Your Majesty! The land of the Nansanshiliufang is requested to be rebuilt and leveled, but Xiaobai Ze cannot be allowed to fall! What if he falls and dies..."

The Minister of Personnel: "Bah, bah, bah! What are you talking about!"

The Minister of Works: "Yes, yes, yes! I am talking nonsense! I am talking nonsense! It doesn't count!"

The Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Left Army: "Your Majesty! I think it is not enough for only retainers and servants to go! If I live next to him in person, something really bad will happen! I will definitely die before him!"

In addition to these second-rank officials, other officials outside the palace also rioted.

Who doesn't have something that is not presentable? Not to mention those who are willing to die, even those who are not willing to die should have some dignity!

When they heard that the old emperor intended to relocate to the Nansanshiliufang, they all wrote in agreement and said: If the court does not have enough money, we will donate! Relocation! Must relocate!

Many families demanded that all their retainers or children be thrown into the Nansanshiliufang. They are usually good at riding and shooting, using guns, and are brave and strong. They can fight to the death to protect Xiaobai Ze!

Any corrupt official or person with a guilty conscience who dares to take the risk of assassination must first pass through their siege and protection!

They swear that before their entire army is wiped out! Xu Yanmiao will not lose even a hair!

Yongchang Marquis, who followed the old emperor in his campaigns, immediately began to prepare for the move, leading his eighty adopted sons: "Whoever harmed Xiao Bai Ze! Whoever is against this Marquis! Whoever dares to use despicable means! Step over this Marquis's body first!"

The people of the country forbid the wearing of armor but not the use of soldiers. The eighty adopted sons were all tall and strong, equipped with good swords. When they stood in a row, they looked like a wall with thorns.

The Ministry of Works started the work urgently, striving to relocate all residents except Xu Yanmiao in the entire Nansanshiliufang as soon as possible, and put their people in.

Even if the new fang has not been completed yet, the eighteen households in front and behind Xu Yanmiao's house, and the eighteen households on the left and right, have all been replaced - with enough demolition fees.

The old emperor also mixed in a lot of Jinyiwei and soldiers from the Beijing camp, aiming to make the place a mixed bag, so that no one would have ulterior motives and directly occupy the South Thirty-Sixth Block in the capital to rebel.

"The South Thirty-Sixth Block is still called the South Thirty-Sixth Block. When the new block is built in the future, it will be called Liuqing Block!"

The old emperor made the final decision.

Turning around, he told Empress Dou about this matter, with a face full of fear: "I just guessed it before, but I didn't expect it to be true. Fortunately, I didn't really kill him or imprison him at the time."

Otherwise, it would be too terrible. No one in the world has secrets. You just said something to your family, and the whole world knows it the next time. In the long run, everyone will feel like they are wearing shackles no matter what they say or do. They dare not say or do many things.

Empress Dou listened quietly.

After the old emperor finished his sigh, he changed the subject and asked someone to bring several portraits that had been prepared before: "Sister! Come and see these illegitimate sons of Xian'er. Which one do you like more? The one you like, I will make him the grandson of the emperor!"

Empress Dou listened carefully, and the old emperor pointed at the portraits and said one by one: "This is Xian'er's eldest son out of wedlock. The Jinyiwei have checked and said that he usually... This is Xian'er's third son... This is Xian'er's fourth son... and there is a fifth son! The child is only seven years old, but don't underestimate him. A few days ago, when he was traveling with the guards, he encountered barbarian bandits on the road. This child got out of the carriage with his bamboo sword and scolded them: China is here, why don't you barbarians escape!" The

old emperor was planning to give up that grandson - anyway, his crown prince insisted on not letting his crown princess give birth to a fifth child because the crown princess had difficulty giving birth. He had no hope of having a legitimate grandson, and it didn't matter who the remaining illegitimate sons were.

Thinking of this, the old emperor was worried: "How can Xian'er say that he doesn't want to be the crown prince? What else can he say? Anyway, he doesn't plan to be the crown prince. It doesn't matter whether his wife gives birth to a son or not. He is the eldest son. I have worked hard to build up the family business. If he doesn't become the crown prince, who can I pass it on to?"

Empress Dou sighed: "In the past, I was poor and had to give birth to a child at the age of fourteen. Not only did it hurt myself, but it also caused Xian'er to be weak and sick since childhood. Later, he practiced martial arts and seemed to be able to run and jump, but in fact he was still very poor. Xian'er was also afraid that he would suddenly die one day after he ascended the throne and harm Daxia." The

old emperor put his hands on his knees, and his palms trembled constantly.

It is true that the crown prince has been weak and sick since childhood. Not all people who can fight on the battlefield will be as strong as a bull.

The prince was prone to catching cold and getting sick in winter, so whenever winter came, he would exempt him from attending court. Two years ago, the prince got sick in winter and was ill for two months. He was cured in the spring of the following year.

On weekdays, he often had a poor appetite, sore throat, stomachache, and a cold feeling when his stomach hurt. These were all normal for the prince. The most terrifying one was in the 17th year of Tiantong, when he went to Linying County to inspect the land situation of the local population. Halfway through the inspection, he suddenly vomited blood on the ground, and the guards hurriedly sent him back to the capital.

There was no sound of talking in the palace, and breathing rose and fell.

After a long time, Queen Dou said softly: "Xian'er said a long time ago that his body is not qualified for the position of prince, and we have always forced him to do so."

Forcing him to stay in the position of prince, and forcing him to raise the emperor's grandson to consolidate his status.

The old emperor clenched his shaking hands into trembling fists: "Humph! What's wrong with forcing it? I will force it! The prince is weak, so I will arrange for a prince's attendant who exceeds the specifications, and let the East Palace set up an inner cabinet. The East Palace officials will handle official business on behalf of the prince, and the prince only needs to write and approve! And the grandson, when Xian'er ascends the throne, the grandson will be the prince, and it is normal for him to help handle state affairs!"

He quickly cheered up: "The throne belongs to Xian'er! No one can take it away!"

As for the troublesome grandson, the old emperor had a plan in mind. He decided to keep him for a few more days before choosing a new grandson to see if anyone would jump out and deal with them together.

In this case, there is no need to throw him into the sky prison again to temper his character.

Then, the old emperor regretted not putting this annoying thing in the prison.

*

On New Year's Eve, also known as Suichu, the emperor would give a banquet to his ministers and stay up with them to celebrate the New Year. The ministers could not go home to celebrate the New Year with their families, but had to attend the banquet. The

palace servants brought piles of firewood, millet, and pine branches and piled them into a firewood tower. The fire was blazing.

This activity was called a banquet. Xu Yanmiao saw it for the first time and was very interested in it.

On the stairs, the palace was brightly lit, as bright as day. The emperor, empress, concubines and imperial concubines were all dressed in their best clothes, feasting and entertaining.

The table was filled with food for the New Year's Eve, including pepper and cypress wine, Tusu wine, gum glutinous rice dumplings, and five-spice dishes, which are said to help cure diseases and prolong life.

Then came the performance.

Twenty-four young men aged between twelve and sixteen, wearing "masks" and red cloth pleats, lined up in rows of six, beating drums and shouting, with a wild beauty.

The person who hosted the performance also had to wear a golden four-eyed mask, a bear skin, a black robe and a red skirt, and hold a "shield" in his right hand.

In this group, there were people leading the singing, beating drums and blowing horns, blowing sheng, and shouting the names of gods...

It was very lively.

On the surrounding sheds, many ministers and their families applauded and cheered, and even because of the special occasion of tonight, they specially allowed the people to come in and watch this Nuo sacrifice. The reason why

the literati and scholars wrote poems to celebrate in such occasions was not only to celebrate the New Year's Eve, but also to attract the attention of the big shots and achieve a soaring effect.

Xu Yanmiao buried his head in eating preserved fruits and snacks.

What kind of Chengshatuan, honey ginger and fermented soybeans, Zaoer cake, small snail cake, five-color dung beans... others were playing while he was eating.

It was not until the end of the Nuo Festival and the singing and dancing session that Xu Yanmiao took the time out of his busy schedule to raise his head from the pile of food.

When he raised his head, he found that the lead dancer was Qin Zheng.

Leading the folk dance troupe to stand in such an occasion in the name of performing dance, saying that it was to celebrate the New Year's Eve, but in fact, they were dancing a hundred birds to the phoenix. When dancing, his eyes never left the queen, and he smiled at the queen from time to time.

【Yo yo~】

Xu Yanmiao took a bite of the Zaoer Cake and looked at the old emperor.

【Oh, the old emperor's face turned black! 】

Then he looked at Taisun.

【Oh, Taisun's face was full of disbelief. "His" Ah Zheng didn't even look at him from beginning to end, hehe! 】

【That's no wonder. Qin Zheng specially prepared a dance for many days, dedicated to Her Majesty the Queen! I want to tell the Queen that I am living a good life now. If I like dancing, I dance. If I like medicine, I study medicine. Recently, I also found a female teacher and prepared to learn more things to enrich myself. 】

At the top, Empress Dou, who was wearing the Phoenix Seal, smiled slightly when she heard these words.

Beside her, the old emperor's face turned even darker.

Below, Taisun was still shouting "A Zheng, A Zheng" and the officials who were still attached to him tried to remind him: "Your Highness, Lady Qin obviously only likes Her Highness the Queen..."

"Impossible!" Taisun was angry: "My grandma is already sixty years old!"

It was also a coincidence that the singing and dancing had just ended when he shouted. The whole audience was silent. The shout of "My grandma is already sixty years old" was very loud and echoed in the studio for a long time.

The old emperor smashed the cup with a "bang". Feeling that his wife was coveted, the old emperor finally found a vent.