In the Northern Fushi Department, Zhu Cilang rarely sat leisurely in the yamen to drink tea.

I saw him slumping lazily on the Taishi chair, an image of a prodigal son who was eating and waiting to die. He held the tea bowl in his hand, and occasionally lifted the lid of the teacup and blew away the foam on it, and then took a sip as if he was: "Good tea!"

Luo Yangxing, who was standing next to him, shook his head secretly. After all, you are the emperor of the current dynasty. If you don’t stand or sit or do it, what kind of style is this?

It was because of the incongruity that Zhu Cilang flashed to the Beizhen Fushi. Not to mention how uncomfortable it was in Zhongcui Palace, in the palace, a prince must always maintain his image. His joy and anger cannot be in shape or color. When walking and standing, he must have his own rules.

If the eunuch is out of character, there will be a eunuch who comes forward to whisper. Or if you don’t change, you will tell Chongzhen. Then, what you get is Chongzhen’s reprimand.

Given the release of emperors of all dynasties, all kinds of strange emperors emerged one after another. Some people like to practice immortality, some people have not been in court for thirty years, some people like to fight crickets, some people like women, and some people like to be carpenters without big words...

Emperors of all dynasties were really strange. When they arrived at Chongzhen, in view of the actions of their ancestors, Chongzhen was extremely strict with the Crown Prince Zhu Cilang. He stood, sat, walked, and walked, and saw him. This made Zhu Cilang miserable. He could only let himself go after leaving the palace.

In the Beizhen Fushi, this is his territory. Zhu Cilang stands whenever he wants, lie down whenever he wants, and paralyzed when he wants, and no one can control himself.

After a while, Luo Yangxing asked carefully: "Your Highness, do you think this is the Chengguo Guild donation?"

Zhu Cixuan took another sip of tea and said lightly: "He has to be willing, and he has to be willing even if he doesn't want to. This is a matter of no reason."

"Report! Report to the Crown Prince, Lord Luo, Duke Chengguo outside the door asked for a visit." An Jinyiwei came in and bowed and said.

Zhu Cixuan put down the teacup and then sat up: "Look, isn't Cao Cao coming?"

Luo Yangxing was overjoyed: "Hurry, please invite me!"

The Jinyiwei turned around and was about to go, but Zhu Cixuan called him: "Slow down."

The two of them were stunned at once, and then Zhu Cixuan stood up slowly: "Tell him, wait outside. He said that there is something wrong with me and is taking a shower and changing clothes."

After saying that, Zhu Cilang carried his hands on his back and went to the backyard of the yamen leisurely. Luo Yangxing then realized that he hurriedly waved his hand to his subordinates: "Yes, yes, yes, if you go down, say that the crown prince has something to do, let him stay for a while."

It seems that Zhu Chunchen has no idea, he is coming to give him money. However, the more anxious the other party is, the more calm you will be. He will be more anxious if he deliberately lets him go. The more anxious the other party is, the more grateful he will cry when you solve the problem for him.

Sure enough, Zhu Chunchen walked back and forth at the entrance of the Beizhen Fushi like an ant on the hot pan. The Jinyiwei walked out and bowed to him: "Duke Cheng, the prince is bathing, please wait."

Zhu Chunchen looked up at the sky with some confusion, thinking that he had heard it wrong. In the early morning bathing, he understood again, that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't want to see him.

But he is the prince, and you can't break through. At this moment, Zhu Chunchen was just like the cicada tied by a rope, and was running away outside the yamen even more anxiously.
Chapter completed!