What to do if you have too many golden fingers? Walk sideways!

Chapter 322 The monk can escape, but the temple cannot

Space villa.

After two hours of talking, Chu Zhao was so thirsty that he drank two bottles of Coke. He finally explained everything clearly to his mother.

Ren Xiangjun came back to her senses and said excitedly:

"You mean, Xi'er became the empress, and you also got the title of imperial husband?"

Chu Zhao nodded.

Ren Xiangjun gave a thumbs up:

"As expected of my son, he has made great progress!"

Hmm? Mom's reaction is different from Dad and Grandfather's.

Chu Zhao asked with his eyes squinting:

"Mom, aren't you worried that if I marry into the Gu family, there will be no one to carry on our family's legacy?"

He felt that his mother didn't value him.

Ren Xiangjun snorted, grabbed the milk tea that Gu Xi prepared for her on the coffee table, took a sip, and said:

"What's your last name?"

"Chu."

"What's your mother's last name?"

"Yes."

"Then there's nothing for me to worry about! The child you give birth to won't have my last name Ren anyway."

Uh……

What he said made so much sense that Chu Zhao was speechless.

Chu Zhao secretly sent Ren Xiangjun back to the Chu Mansion.

Chu Shiting looked at his wife in shock and said:

"Ma'am? Is it really you?"

Chu Zhao curled his lips:

"If it's genuine, can I still find you a new wife?"

"Shut up, kid!" Chu Yunting shouted angrily.

As a lady from a noble family and a qualified mistress of the house, Ren Xiangjun would not speak so loudly.

She reached out and grabbed Chu Zhao's ear.

"What are you talking about? Do you dare to say it again?"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, mother, please talk to me nicely if you have something to say. Just let go." Chu Zhao grinned.

Chu Shiting was accustomed to this kind of situation and finally confirmed that the woman in front of him was really his wife.

"Hahahaha... you kid, you finally did something reliable. Tell me quickly, what does your magic weapon look like?"

Old Marquis Chu also looked at Chu Zhao with burning eyes.

Chu Zhao rubbed his painful ear and said:

"What can I look like? I'll just look like a bird. Since you guys don't like me so much, I won't be an eyesore here anymore. I'll go live in the Imperial Master's Mansion."

After saying that, he used his lightness skills again and disappeared without a trace.

Only Lord Chu and Chu Shiting were left staring blankly, and then they turned their gaze to Ren Xiangjun.

Ren Xiangjun spread her hands:

"Don't ask me. They just took me into a big, bright house. I listened to that brat tell stories for two hours, and then we arrived in the capital."

Chu Shiting was itching to go out and chase that boy back.

Lord Chu said:

"The monk may escape, but the temple cannot. We will see it sooner or later. Even if the rascal is unreliable, our Majesty is still very reliable."

Old Royal Palace.

Emperor Jichang still lived in the imperial palace, just like before, staying in that little world.

But it was different from before, because he no longer had to go to court, and no concubines came to ask to see him.

The entire bedroom was deserted, with only him and Eunuch Lin, as well as the palace maids from the imperial kitchen who came to deliver meals on time every day.

Of course, the meals were all simple and plain, and the portions were the same for everyone in the palace, regardless of whether they were masters or servants.

The wound was better now. Eunuch Lin helped Emperor Jichang get out of bed and walked outside the palace.

"Old Lin, tell me, Qi Dasheng, oh no, Miss Gu, since you have seized the throne, why didn't you take this palace? Instead, why did you let me keep it here?"

In just a few days, Emperor Jichang seemed to have aged dozens of years.

Eunuch Lin looked at the old and frail Emperor Jichang, whose hair was completely white, and said:

"Your Majesty, I have inquired about it. She said that she wants to move the palace to the north of the city and transform it into a tourist attraction. I don't understand what this means."

Emperor Jichang didn't understand either, and just continued to mutter:

"In my life, I was looked down upon when I was young, but later I won the throne and held all the power. I had a glorious life, but I didn't expect to be so lonely when I grow old."

He had three thousand concubines and many children, but for several days, not even one person came to see him.

In the end, the only one who accompanied him was the eunuch who had been by his side since he was a teenager.

Eunuch Lin burst into tears. He actually thought about leaving the palace and seeing the outside world.

But when he saw the miserable appearance of Emperor Jichang, he couldn't bear it.

In addition, he was old and worried that he might not survive if he went out, so he stayed in the palace and continued to serve Emperor Jichang.

"Your Majesty, please don't say that. Perhaps the new emperor doesn't allow them to come to see him."

Emperor Jichang snorted coldly:

"Hmph, what new emperor? He's just a little girl. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely compete with him. But it's a pity that none of my sons are up to par!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Alas, I have spoiled them. Over the years, they have learned nothing except staring at my throne like black-eyed chickens."

"Old Lin, do you think this is God's punishment for me? Punishing me for using ruthless means to seize the throne?"

He regretted that for the sake of so-called imperial power and balance among the princes, most of his sons died in the struggle for the throne. The remaining ones only had the courtesy of monarch and subject to him, but no father-son affection.

Eunuch Lin looked at the gray sky and did not answer Emperor Jichang's question.

This was a question he could not answer.

Emperor Jichang did not expect his answer, and walked into the palace while muttering:

"The world belongs to me, I am the son of destiny. As long as I am still in this palace, one day I will be able to command the ministers..."

The back view is very lonely.

Emperor Jichang was accustomed to prosperity and was not used to the desolation and desertedness of the imperial palace.

But it won't be long before the palace becomes lively again.

Whether ancient or modern people, they are all very curious about this palace, and there is an endless stream of people coming to check in.

Later, a drama crew invited Emperor Jichang to play the emperor himself, and a group of minister actors bowed to him, just as he said, and he was able to command his ministers again.

Imperial Prefecture.

Gu Xi placed a conference table and chairs in the main hall and discussed matters with his ministers here.

It's a little small, but it can seat dozens of people.

The autumn heat has been raging these days, and the sun is scorching, so Gu Xi turned on the air conditioner.

The officials who came to discuss the matter were all surprised the moment they walked into the main hall.

"Is there ice in this room? Why is it so cool?" Zhou Qingqi asked.

But everyone looked into the main hall and didn't see any ice anywhere.

The new Minister of Rites Wen Qingyun said:

"Master Prime Minister, it shouldn't be ice. How can ice be so cool?"

Chu Zhao looked at him like a country bumpkin, pointed at the air conditioner cabinet in the corner, and said:

"This is an air conditioner. It blows cold air in the summer and hot air in the winter, which can keep the room at a comfortable temperature."

Minister of Works Zhang Ji walked over curiously.

"Ah, the wind is so cool."

The Minister of War Yuan Guangjin, who had just walked in from outside in the heat, also walked over immediately.

"Hiss - it's so cool! This must be the treasure that His Majesty brought from Heaven!"

Yuan Guangjin looked around the air conditioner, feeling very curious.

Gu Xi walked in and laughed:

"Lord Yuan, how's the air conditioning?"