Poor!
When the money is ready, I hate how little it is.
Returning to the Peace Palace, Zhu Li felt that he was truly poor!
After searching the entire Peace Palace, he actually couldn't find a decent gift that could be used as a congratulatory gift. This was very ridiculous.
Because they were not usually welcomed and Zhu Yuanzhang did not care enough, the Peace Palace Hall had always been very poor.
Although Zhu Li was a prince, his monthly expenses were pitifully small.
"My head hurts. This Prince can't possibly go to the Yang Mansion empty-handed, right?”
Zhu Li frowned, his tone full of helplessness.
"Didn't the old Emperor say that he would prepare a congratulatory gift for you? It's okay if you don't prepare, right?"
Bai Qi reminded.
"What Imperial Father prepared was Imperial Father's intention. The majority of it is still the betrothal gift given by the Imperial Family to the Yang Residence. I must have the intentions that I should have.”
Zhu Li shook his head. His eyes fell on the desk and his heart skipped a beat.
"I got it. If I can't find a valuable gift, I can write a calligraphy piece for my future father-in-law as a congratulatory gift!”
The Minister of Rites, Yang Qi, loved collecting calligraphy and paintings. Zhu Li had heard about this two years ago at the Grand Banquet.
The ancient calligraphy and paintings of famous artists were too expensive. He could not afford them, let alone the Peace Palace.
As for those paintings that were not famous, although they were cheap, he couldn't give them to Yang Qi.
However, if he wrote a piece of calligraphy himself, the meaning would be different.
Most importantly, Zhu Li was very confident in his own handwriting!
Thinking of this, Zhu Li quickly ordered Little Bean to grind it and then began to write in front of the desk.
In terms of calligraphy, Zhu Li's writing was just so-so. However, ever since he began to fuse with Bai Qi's personality, he had also accepted Bai Qi's sword dao inheritance.
The words he wrote now also contained the concept of the sword. Moreover, as the fusion deepened, his words became more and more fierce. Ordinary people really could not write them.
Zhu Li had written Li Bai's " Journey of a Chivalrous Swordsman ", and only this poem was the most suitable for the sword aura in Zhu Li's calligraphy.
Especially after he finished writing the words 'kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand li' even Bai Qi and the others couldn't help but clap their hands and cheer.
Li Bai was not only a poet, but also a master swordsman.
When Zhu Li was writing this poem, he seemed to be able to understand Li Bai's lofty aspirations. He wrote it with great ease, as if he was assisted by God.
However, when he finished writing the poem and was about to sign it, Zhu Li was in a dilemma.
Could it be that he had to sign his real name?
Wasn't it a little too high-profile?
"Why don't we leave Li Baiqi's signature? Hm…Li Bai's poem and Baiqi's sword intent, Li Baiqi!”
Zhu Li quickly thought of a good name and wrote it down without hesitation.
As for the seal, Zhu Li had carved one at the last minute. It was also filled with Bai Qi's sword intent of slaughter, and it gave off a soul-stirring pressure.
It took him two hours to finish writing this piece of calligraphy.
Because he still had to wait for the ink to dry completely, Zhu Li only put the words into a gift box when it was getting dark.
"Prepare the sedan chair, this prince is going to the Yang residence to celebrate his birthday…Forget it, I haven't left the palace for a long time. This prince also wants to see the prosperity of the Ying Tian Prefecture, so I'll ride a horse instead.”
Zhu Li said to Little Bean and Little Bean as he held the calligraphy that he had just written.
In the three years that he had been in the palace, the number of times Zhu Li could leave the palace could be counted on one hand. Every time, he would only have the opportunity to leave the palace during a major royal celebration, but he had never had the opportunity to go deep into the city.
It was not easy for him to get out this time. How could Zhu Li give up such a rare opportunity?
Even if he couldn't have fun, he had to have fun.
Just like that, Zhu Li rode the Wind Chasing Horse that Zhu Yuanzhang had given him and left the palace with two eunuchs, heading toward the Yang Residence.
In the Eastern Palace.
At this moment, Madam Lu was sitting on the bench with a gloomy face. Opposite her, Zhu Yunwen lowered her head, thinking about something.
"Today is Yang Qi's 40th birthday banquet. The Anle Palace reported that the Han King has left the palace.”
Madam Lu suddenly opened her mouth and reminded Zhu Yunwen, but her tone was a little cold.
Zhu Yunwen suddenly raised her head and looked at Madam Lu with a blank gaze.
"Last night at the banquet, I was too anxious. It was hard for you to be reprimanded by the old man. Do you have any resentment towards Mother?"
Seeing that Zhu Yunwen did not speak, Madam Lu changed the topic and asked.
"Mother, what are you talking about? Yun Wen did not dare to hate his mother. You're doing this for my own good."
Zhu Yunwen came back to her senses and quickly shook her head.
"Mother is very gratified that you can think like this. However, even though you have suffered a little, you have still embarrassed the Han King.”
Lady Lu's expression softened a lot, but when she mentioned Zhu Li, her eyes turned cold again.
"Mother, Father will be able to return to the palace in a few days. We need to…"
Zhu Yunwen seemed to be frightened by Madam Lu and reminded her hesitantly.
"Of course it's necessary!"
Not waiting for Zhu Yunwen to finish, Madam Lu interrupted him and her voice suddenly increased a little.
"Silly child, you're still young and don't know the cruelty of the imperial power struggle. Although your father is the crown prince, your other uncles are not weak, especially the King of Yan in Beiping Prefecture.”
"If anything happens to your father, the position of Crown Prince may change hands!”
"None of your uncles are easy to deal with. Now, even the King of Han, who is right under your nose, dares to show himself. Don't you have any sense of danger?”
Lady Lu explained angrily. Her words were filled with fear of the King of Han, but at the same time, there was a trace of disdain.
These were two completely different, or perhaps contradictory, attitudes.
The reason why he was disdainful was because everyone knew about the Han King's madness.
The reason why he was afraid was that the Han King had given him a different feeling this time.
She actually felt a hint of danger from this Ninth Brother, or rather, a sense of crisis.
"Do you know that your Imperial Grandfather called Ninth Brother to the Heaven Tribute Palace for lunch this afternoon?”
Seeing that Zhu Yunwen didn't seem to care, Madam Lu spoke again.
"What?"
Zhu Yunwen was really surprised.
"You're still surprised, which means there's still hope. It is said that after your Imperial Grandfather finished eating, he brought Ninth Brother to the Imperial Garden to chat for a long time. Do you think this is normal?"
Madam Lu asked expressionlessly.
" This…Isn't Ninth Imperial Uncle…"
Zhu Yunwen looked incredulous.
"What if he was pretending?"
Madam Lu clearly saw through Zhu Yunwen's thoughts and reminded her coldly.
For a moment, Zhu Yunwen fell silent.
Was the Ninth Imperial Uncle really pretending?
"Yo, YiNiang and Imperial Brother are both here?”
At this moment, Zhu Yunhao's figure suddenly sounded.
. The dividing line…
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