Zhu Zhanji looked confused and was dragged to Fengtian Palace Square by his old father.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old father's breathing, Zhu Zhanji hurriedly broke away from the old father's hand: "Can you run or run now?"

Zhu Gaochi didn't bother to answer his son's words, and his legs suddenly became weak, and his hands quickly supported his legs: "Oh... I have old arms and legs... Do you think I want this? Isn't your grandfather too scary? He is the one who is talking about without anger!"

Zhu Zhanji was stunned, and then felt that the old father was right, so he nodded and agreed: "We should give more meat to our dog?"

Zhu Gaochi was almost in awe of his own, and he cried and said, "That meat is better for your father and me to eat, so that I can run faster..."

Zhu Zhanji ignored the old father's unreasonable request and called a palace servant over and told him to send the prince back to the East Palace. He held his fist and raised his hand: "I guess you have to go back to read the memorial. I have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Zhu Gaochi asked: "What are you going to do again?"

Zhu Zhanji shrugged and said indifferently: "Of course I'm going to the cabinet room. I guess at this time, there was already a big quarrel over there, so I'll go and see the fun."

"Only!" Zhu Gaochi frowned dissatisfiedly: "Not to say anything else, they are all your elders, so they should respect them.

It must be very noisy there now, so I won’t go, and I feel dizzy when I hear it.

When you come back, talk to you carefully, and whoever argues in the end will win..."

As he said that, Zhu Gaochi urged the palace servants like a fleeing person and quickly helped him home.

Zhu Zhanji raised his lips and shouted as he chased the old father's back as he walked away: "Are you afraid of going, are you being pulled by them to stand in a row?"

The prince paused, then accelerated his pace and ran away from a distance.

Zhu Zhanji smiled embarrassedly, shook his head, and turned to the cabinet room without any panic.

When people even entered the courtyard of the cabinet room, they could hear the roars coming from inside when they stood outside.

These swear words are full of idioms, and they must be Yang Rong.

That dizzy joke must have been scolded by Xu Jingchang.

Who is this? He has actually risen to the level of the other grandmother?

Standing outside, Zhu Zhanji pricked up his ears and forced himself to laugh out loud.

He coughed twice, cleared his throat, restored his face to normal, and gently pushed open the door of the cabinet room with both hands.

Outside the class room, there were a group of green robe officials, huddling together one by one, far away from the class room, but the ears and eyes were eager to pierce into the cabinet room.

They were too focused until Zhu Zhanji walked in front of them and they found out that they came over.

"Top grandson..."

These officials who were responsible for confidential matters such as uploading and issuing in the cabinet just realized that they were preparing to salute, but were stopped by Zhu Zhanji.

He waved his hand, gathered the people over, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on now? Is there a fight?"

this?

Your prince's grandson asks questions, why does it still have a sense of expectation on his face?

Everyone hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether it was an official from the Tongzheng Department or the Pedestrian Department, and explained: "At the beginning, the Chief Minister and the others had the upper hand, and they quoted the scriptures and the Duke Cheng Guo and the others had nothing to say for a while. Later..."

Zhu Zhanji was even more expectant and couldn't help but say excitedly: "Later? Did you fight?"

Is this hope to fight? Or don’t want to fight?

The official who replied suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have replied, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Later, Duke Cheng and others said that if the Prime Minister disagreed, they would take the troops to the Prime Minister's house and live in the Prime Minister's house and give them nothing to eat..."

Zhu Zhanji finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and the roar in the cabinet room behind him stopped instantly.

A creaking sound.

The door of the house that had not been maintained for a long time was opened and the head of the Ming Dynasty's Prime Minister came out of it.

Hu Guang's face was flushed, and he didn't know what happened just now.

He frowned and was about to scold the restless officials outside, but when he saw Zhu Zhanji coming at some point, his face immediately relaxed, and he also came out, took the door, and grabbed Zhu Zhanji's arm.

Hu Guang's voice was a little hoarse, and he kept chanting: "After finally someone is here... Finally someone is here..."

Zhu Zhanji was amused, but he said in confusion: "Why did you open the door?"

The chief minister of the cabinet should be the one sitting in the innermost part of the class room.

Instead of doing things like opening and closing the door.

Hu Guang showed embarrassment and smiled bitterly: "A bunch of killing talents! It's really a bunch of killing talents! It's a shameful thing... I... I was just thinking about coming out... to have a tea!"

Zhu Zhanji was happy, but said, "What? The people in this cabinet dared to let you drink water and come out to find it yourself?"

Hu Guang was exposed on the spot, and his face looked even more embarrassed. He was about to explain one or two. However, there was a roar in the class room again.

"Don't you gonna be so fart! You know how much military!"

"I will give you a knife now to see if you can cut my head!"

"If I really cut it down, I admit defeat, and I hold my head and stuff it into my asshole!"

Listening to the roar in the class room, Hu Guang's hands were trembling with anger, his gray beard, and his mouth was full of foam: "Vulgar! Vulgar! Vulgar! Vulgar! Disgraceful!"

"Master Hu!Master Hu!" Yang Rong shouted, and the door of the house was opened again. Yang Rong stood on tiptoe at the door, about to call on the chief assistant who was a comrade, but he noticed Hu Guang who was pulling Zhu Zhanji at a glance. He rushed over immediately and grabbed the other side of Zhu Zhanji.

Yang Rong was angry and shouted at the class room: "It's time for Taisun to come! Taisun, tell me, can these kids know nothing about Jingcha?"

Yang Rong seemed to be so angry that he was fainted, and as the second assistant to the cabinet, he also spoke vulgar words.

Zhu Zhanji was about to explain, but Yang Rong grabbed it and dragged it into the cabinet room.

In the class room, the scene was quite intense.

The originally spacious class room was already very crowded, and Zhu Yong and his group of five big and three thick generals seemed to be extremely crowded.

Everyone's face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were covered with the master's spitting stars. Both sides had rolled up their sleeves and pressed their clothes into their belts.

When Zhu Yong and others saw Zhu Zhanji appear, they rushed up immediately. They did not dare to seriously recommend the chief assistant Hu Guang, but pulled Yang Rong away, tied Zhu Zhanji's arm with both hands, and almost dragged the Ming Dynasty's crown prince into it.

Zhu Yong didn't care whether Zhu Zhanji was willing or not, and he pressed Zhu Zhanji on the chair that should be Hu Guang, the chief minister of the cabinet.

He spitted on the ground, yelling with his neck, "Taisun, come and judge, are they stupid to read, are they?"

Zhu Zhanji was about to ask what was going on.

Zhu Yong was already shouting: "The Jinyiwei presided over the Beijing Army, and the Fifth Army Governor's Office rotated to the cabinet. This was proposed by the Grandson, and Your Majesty agreed. But look at what these guys do!"

Yang Rong, who was beside him, was just torn apart by Zhu Yong's toughness, and was already in anger. Now he was even more angry, and his beard roared violently: "Come on! Come on Zhu Yong! You have explained clearly in front of the grandson, what are you waiting for you! Look at me, you are just dissatisfied and deliberately stopping Jingzhang you!"

"You fart!" Zhu Yong immediately retorted: "The Jinyiwei handled the Beijing inspection personally. This is the will of Your Majesty. Did you, Yang Rong, just said that you, want to install the Censorate, and the people from the Ministry of Justice, come and stare? What? Are you going to take the opportunity to frame us? Do you feel that the sword in our hands is not sharp enough?"

The spitting stars in Zhu Yong's mouth were spraying everywhere.

Zhu Zhanji turned his body in disgust, and for a moment he was also very big and frowned.
Chapter completed!