Chapter 291 Survival
"Chen Ming'an, what does it have to do with me?" Zhu Huaizhen said indifferently.
Southern Wu had long since perished, and Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen didn't need to worry about anything in this world.
Of course, Zhu Huaizhen acts entirely based on his emotions.
After hearing this, Chen Mingan's eyes turned red and his fists clenched. After enduring for a few times, he turned away in anger.
He was afraid that if he stayed in Haiyue Cottage any longer, he couldn't help but quarrel with Zhu Huaizhen.
Quarrels damage harmony, and the commander of the Jinyiwei, Lou Li, will take the opportunity to stir up trouble, which will be counterproductive.
"Your Highness, do you want to listen to the opera again?" Tu Mi asked softly.
"I don't want to listen anymore. But starting from tomorrow morning, there will be seven or eight scenes a day, and I can't interrupt except for eating and sleeping." Zhu Huaizhen pondered for a moment and sighed softly.
"Your Highness, the adults are fine, but I'm afraid the child's throat can't take it." Tu Mi whispered.
"Just prepare some food to soothe your throat." Zhu Huaizhen yawned repeatedly.
The next morning, the sound of creaking could be heard everywhere in Haiyue Cottage.
Tu Mi took Qiu Niang out to buy ingredients, and came back with a serious expression.
At this time, Zhu Huaizhen had just woken up and was placed by Lou Li on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, while the round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies fell beside him.
"Your Highness, Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan have sent troops here again, forcing Emperor Chu Ming to issue a survival order." Tu Mi gestured to Qiu Niang to go to the small kitchen to busy herself first, and wiped her tears.
"Survival order?" Zhu Huaizhen muttered to himself.
"Your Highness, the survival order is..." Tu Mi spoke quickly, but Zhu Huaizhen waved his hand away.
"Tu Mi, urge Qiu Niang to make the sweet soup first." Zhu Huaizhen said in a deep voice.
So Zhu Huaizhen started listening to opera.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
First is "Peach Blossom Fan", which is skillful and full of emotion.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Then there is "The Injustice of Dou E", every word and sentence is flawless.
"Your Highness, the sugar water is ready." Qiu Niang smiled indifferently.
There are three kinds of soup: osmanthus and snow pear soup, loquat, snow pear and white fungus soup, and snow pear, water chestnut and sugarcane juice. They are sweet and nourishing.
"Tu Mi, tell everyone about the survival order." Zhu Huaizhen said slowly.
"Your Highness, the survival order, in simple terms, means that a person from Nanchu, carrying the heads of ten people from Nanchu, went to the government to report, the government registered it, exempted him from the death penalty, and even rewarded him with a sum of money." Tu Mi choked.
"How can there be such an inhumane imperial decree? This must not be your majesty's true intention." A young woman bit her lips, her eyes full of resentment, and tears flowed like a fountain.
After hearing this, Tu Mi was furious and was about to retort, but Zhu Huaizhen shook his head to dissuade him.
"Your Emperor of Nanchu must also execute the survival order." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
