Chapter 1000 You are going to be the emperor, be generous

As the weather got colder, Zhulan was even more reluctant to go out. This year was so cold that except for the first snow in winter, there has been no snow since then.

Xue Han sat next to her mother. As the wedding date drew closer, Rong Chuan was completely blocked outside by her father. Listening to the cold wind outside, Xue Han couldn't help shrinking her neck, "Mom, this winter is too cold. I'm getting married in a few days. This weather is unbearable."

Zhulan suddenly laughed, "The one who really suffered is Rongchuan. He even had to ride a horse to pick you up."

There were very few people on the streets in this weather, let alone people riding horses. People who went out all took carriages.

Xue Han felt a little distressed and said, "Who made him rush to get married? It would be better to wait until next spring."

Zhulan smiled and said, "Just keep talking tough."

I don't know how distressed this girl was in her heart. Don't think she didn't know it. In order to prevent her daughter from getting frozen when she got married, she made a new cloak for her that reached all the way to her feet. After the girl put it on to keep warm, she asked the servant to deliver a message to Rongchuan.

Xue Han's face turned red. She thought about getting married and living in a strange place. Even with Rong Chuan around, she still felt a little uneasy. She hugged the hand warmer tightly in her hands, and only then did she feel a little relieved.

Mrs. Song went to rest, and the maid brought Song Lan in. Zhu Lan hurriedly greeted them, "Why are you here in such a cold weather? Come over and warm up."

Song Lan held her belly and asked, "Godmother, have you heard the news?"

Zhu Lan handed the hand warmer in her hand to Song Lan, "Are you talking about the Ministry of Rites?"

Song Lan was panicking. In recent days, since the Minister of Rites, Lord Feng, was imprisoned, many people involved in the Ministry of Rites have told her not to worry. But she was panicking. "Godmother, will my husband be pushed out to take the blame?"

This was what she was most worried about. Her husband had always been bullied in the Ministry of Rites. She didn't want to see the worried faces of her brother and sister-in-law, but also wanted to find peace of mind, so she came to the Zhou Mansion.

Zhulan knew about the Ministry of Rites. There was a big purge in the Ministry of Rites. Many officials of the Feng family were arrested. The evidence was all true. The Feng family was too arrogant and had no connections. There were too many people who took advantage of their misfortunes. "I was also concerned. Your godfather told me that Wu Ming only joined the Ministry of Rites this year and has always been unwelcome in the Ministry of Rites. With him watching over him, he won't be pushed out to take the blame."

Zhou Shuren could at least go to the palace to see the emperor often, not to mention that this was planned by the prince. Wu Ming is the prince's man, and Wu Ming is the safest person in the Ministry of Rites. The one who should be worried is Gu Zhuomin.

Song Lan felt relieved, "I'm sorry to have made godfather worry."

"It's as it should be. Is the baby in your belly obedient?"

Song Lan touched her belly, her lips full of tenderness, "This child was very tormenting to me when I was just pregnant, but as the months went by, I felt sorry for her. In the past two months, my complexion has improved."

"Where are your siblings?"

Wang Ling seldom came to the Zhou residence. Zhulan calculated that the last time she saw Wang Ling was on her birthday.

Song Lan said, "My sister-in-law has always been in better health than me. The doctor checked her pulse a few days ago and both she and the child are fine."

Zhulan felt relieved. The Wu family had no elders, and she was concerned about them, but she had a large family to take care of, and the Wu family was an outsider family, so it was not easy for her to interfere. The most she could do was ask more questions.

In the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren put his hands in his sleeves and sat motionless by the fire. He had written a lot just now and his hands were very cold.

Zhou Shuren looked at the brazier and motioned to Zhenyan to go to the small kitchen of the Ministry of Revenue to get some potatoes or sweet potatoes.

When Wang Ju came in, she smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and became jealous. "Is this roasted for me?"

Zhou Shuren stared at Wang Ju's face. "You've been gaining weight since the beginning of winter. Your face has grown bigger again."

Wang Ju was used to Zhou Shuren insulting him, "You can only talk for a few days."

The Ministry of Rites is going through a major cleanup and he's going to be transferred away. I'm really happy thinking about it.

Zhou Shuren snorted, "I've found someone to replace you."

"Then I sympathize with the person who will replace me."

Zhou Shuren was also happy. Some officials from the Ministry of Revenue would leave next year, and some of them were those he had selected. He needed people with stronger abilities and higher efficiency. This time, a position in the Ministry of Rites was vacant, and many people were eyeing it.

Zhou Shuren stared at the roasted sweet potato that was snatched away from him, "You really are not afraid of me anymore."

Wang Ju is not afraid. After a few years, he will be on the same level as Zhou Shuren. Although his power is not as great as Zhou Shuren's, being on the same level also sounds good.

Zhou Shuren wanted to kick Wang Ju, but he thought better of it and gave up, for the sake of Mr. Wang, "You just have a good father."

Old Master Wang did a lot to win Wang Ju's favor. There had been chaos in the court these days, and as he was often summoned to the palace by the emperor, there were quite a few people who wanted to get close to him, and Old Master Wang did a lot to help him block them.

Wang Ju is proud of having a good father. "I have been envied since I was a child. Aren't you also a good father? Your son has always been envied, and recently he has been hated."

Zhou Shuren was silent. Indeed, the emperor had done it without hiding anything from anyone. The General Administration of Maritime Affairs in the capital had been established, and some officials from Pinggang had been transferred back. Many people had heard about the establishment of this branch office and the list of officials. The emperor himself had said that his son was very capable.

There is no shortage of old foxes who are good at repairing chains in the capital. The emperor said this in front of many ministers. This is a signal, and Zhou Changlian's name will be on the list.

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Why, are you jealous of my son?"

"No, I'm not jealous. I have a good father myself, but it's a pity that you don't. Otherwise, your career would be smoother."

Zhou Shuren narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't have a good father, but my career is smoother than yours."

Wang Ju, "......."

It's heartbreaking. Who in the capital city is not jealous of Zhou Shuren? But jealousy is useless. Zhou Shuren doesn't have a good father, but he is appreciated and valued by the emperor.

In the palace, the emperor was relieved after solving the Feng family problem. Now that the Chen family was involved, he could feel more relaxed. "Your brother will be getting married in a few days."

The prince was heartbroken. He had always regretted buying the house and secretly gave it to his third uncle instead of giving it directly to Rongchuan. "Rongchuan's wish has come true."

He had never seen someone so eager to get married, no, so eager to be married. Lord Zhou blocked her from entering the mansion, but she was still very attentive and even gave her gifts more frequently.

The emperor said, "We are getting married on such a happy day, we cannot see blood."

What a pity, I have to waste several months in jail.

The Emperor suddenly asked, "What kind of wedding gift did your dear elder brother give Rongchuan?"

Prince, ".......Isn't the house my son gave me enough?"

The emperor turned around and said, "Is this true? You are the emperor's man, be more generous."

The prince was about to vomit blood. It was precisely because he wanted to be the emperor that he was stingy. The construction of this country needed money everywhere. "Son."

"Um?"

The prince paused. "My son has a pair of beautifully carved bonsai. They are natural treasures. Good things come in pairs. My son thinks they are great."

The emperor's eyes widened. This was indeed a treasure. His eldest son, who had been so stingy with his money, was willing to give him up. "You are not even so generous to your father."

Prince, "......."

He thinks he has the hardest time. It's really too hard!