Chapter 50: Suffering from a Cold
"Your Highness, please take a look and see if there are any mistakes or omissions."
Foreign officials were not allowed to enter the palace, so Zhu Yuhuan met with the two either in Wunong Temple or in Renzhi Hall, all under the supervision of Zhu Zhanji, so that he would not think that she was making friends with foreign officials on a whim.
Only Zhu Zhanji himself and the people who serve him know whether his health is good or not. Health directly affects a person's mentality. Zhu Yuhuan estimated that Zhu Zhanji would not live for more than two years, so he naturally had to be cautious in his words and deeds.
Zhu Yuhuan took the book from Wu Ning and said, "You two are very meticulous. You put a lot of effort into this book, so I naturally trust you." As she flipped through the book, she asked, "Have you two been assigned new tasks?"
Wu Ning quickly replied, "Your Highness, everything has been arranged. I will be the director of the Ministry of War, and Bohua will be the director of the Ministry of Rites."
During the book editing process, both of them performed well. In terms of literary talent and knowledge, Yu Ying was slightly better, but in terms of overall planning, Wu Ning was better. This division is not wrong.
Zhu Zhanji seemed to be not very concerned about the enlightenment books compiled by Zhu Yuhuan, but he was so familiar with the division of labor and specialties of Wu Ning and Yu Ying. It can be seen that Zhu Zhanji did not really let it go, and he was observing these two people.
Zhu Yuhuan closed the book in his hand and put it aside, saying, "It looks good to me, with no mistakes or omissions. The spring examination results will be posted soon, and new officials will be entering the court at that time. This is the last one, and it will take up a lot of your time. It can only be considered a mediocre resume. I don't know if it will affect your careers."
Yu Ying showed gratitude and said, "If it weren't for your Highness's appreciation, we wouldn't even be considered Shujishi, let alone being transferred to serve in the six ministries."
Aside from the three top-ranked candidates, many others, even if they passed the imperial examinations, had to wait for a vacant position in the government. Only when a vacancy appeared could these scholars, who had spent ten years studying, fill it. Given their rankings in the imperial examinations, they were able to be granted the title of Shujishi (Shujishi) and receive a formal official position, which was already a blessing from Princess Shunde.
How many of those who had joined the same class a few years earlier had such a smooth life? Most of them were appointed to minor official posts outside the capital, and lived a life of obscurity.
Zhu Yuhuan smiled faintly and said, "It's not me who appreciates you, it's Father. If Father didn't believe in your character and talent, how could he have entrusted you with such an important task? Since you hold an official position, you should be even more diligent and selfless in your service. Don't let His Majesty down."
Zhu Yuhuan said this, and the two of them understood it. They immediately bowed and said, "Your Highness is right. We are honored to receive the emperor's grace and will do our best to serve our country."
Zhu Yuhuan didn't get up until the two left. He walked out of the hall and saw Zhu Youtong sitting under the eaves, holding a pen in her hand and thinking deeply about a bunch of flowers. Shang Xi next to her was talking to her, probably teaching Zhu Youtong how to write.
Zhu Yuhuan found her like this a little funny, and subconsciously walked over with light steps, watching Zhu Youtong trace the shape of the flower branch stroke by stroke.
Not long after she walked over, Zhu Youtong sneezed, rubbing his nose and muttering, "What's going on..."
Shang Xi saw this and said hurriedly, "If Your Highness is not feeling well, it would be better to paint another day."
Zhu Youtong was initially a little unhappy, but Zhu Yuhuan had already spoken: "You insisted on taking off your cloak for convenience. You're going to catch a cold again... Let's go back early and ask the Imperial Physician to come and check your pulse."
Upon hearing what his sister said, Zhu Youtong changed his tone and said, "I'll listen to you."
Shang Xi saw Zhu Yuhuan come out, and he stood up and saluted, saying, "Your Highness greets the Princess."
Zhu Yuhuan smiled and waved his hand, signaling the palace maid to put on Zhu Youtong's cloak. Then he said, "Why are you being polite? Mr. Shang is Yongqing's master. Thanks to his guidance, Yongqing's painting skills have improved a lot."
"This is all within my responsibility. How dare I claim to be your Highness's teacher? Furthermore, Your Highness Yongqing is exceptionally gifted. I am merely offering my humble guidance." Shang Xi had the eunuch beside him bring two scrolls. "These two are Your Highness Yongqing's practice works," he said. "Your Highness, please take them back for your inspection."
Shang Xi was just a painter after all. Unlike Zhu Yuhuan who had Liu Yongcheng, Saihazhi and others as his teachers, he could not be considered a legitimate lecturer to the princess, and of course he did not dare to take credit for it.
Zhu Youtong was very proud, with her chin raised high, and said proudly: "What do you think, sister, am I awesome?"
Zhu Yuhuan touched her slightly cold cheek and asked Han Guilan to take a few scrolls. Then he said, "Okay, okay, Princess Yongqing is the most amazing. When we get back later, I will appreciate it with my mother."
Zhu Youtong knew all about it like the back of his hand. He pulled out a scroll and said, "I almost forgot. There's a painting of snow bamboo that I want to give to Empress Wu."
Zhu Yuhuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "I never knew our Princess Yongqing was so thoughtful."
"I learned this from my sister."
After the two sisters left Renzhi Hall, Zhu Yuhuan ordered someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to invite the imperial physician, and then they went back to Kunning Palace together.
Hu Shanxiang, who was flipping through the palace affairs book, saw the two of them and put down her pen. She said, "Your Majesty's attendant, Wang Dayun, has been here. He said that he has allocated eighty hectares of land in Dong'an County for you three sisters to use as farmland. He also brought a map for you to review."
The purchase of farmland was undoubtedly in preparation for the marriages of the three princesses. Zhu Youtong and Zhu Hanjia were still young, so there was no rush. However, Zhu Yuhuan was the oldest, and the princesses of the royal family always married earlier than the princes. It was clear that Zhu Zhanji wanted Zhu Yuhuan to marry off as soon as possible.
Zhu Youtong was not interested. He just took off his cloak and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "I understand."
Seeing Zhu Youtong's pale face, Hu Shanxiang stood up and went forward to check her daughter's forehead. She quickly took off her jewelry and let her lie down to rest. She said, "Why didn't you tell me you had a cold?"
Zhu Yuhuan tucked in the corner of the quilt and said, "She wore less clothes to make it easier for her to paint."
Hu Shanxiang scolded her, "The weather hasn't warmed up yet, you..."
Zhu Youtong hid in the bed and said in a muffled voice: "I won't dare to do it again..."
While the imperial physician came to check her pulse, Zhu Yuhuan picked up the map and looked at it. She said, "The location looks good. Dong'an and Fengrun are close together, which is perfect. It would be convenient for someone to send seeds and other things over there." She turned to look at Zhu Youtong and said, "I'll also send the farm tools to you later, okay?"
Seeing Zhu Yuhuan still so optimistic, Zhu Youtong muttered, "Sister can also laugh..."
Zhu Yuhuan said with a smile: "If I can have one more property, others will be jealous and want it."
Hu Shanxiang couldn't do anything about her careless attitude, so she just said, "Don't forget to thank your father later."
"Dad is probably busy judging the candidates for the palace examination these days. I'll go later when he's not busy."
Hu Shanxiang tapped Zhu Yuhuan's forehead and said, "Stop your witty talk! Send someone to ask Wang Dayong to thank His Majesty tomorrow."
Zhu Yuhuan chuckled and said in a clever manner, "As you wish~"
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