First Prince of Ming Dynasty Chapter 521

  Chapter 521 Oh, chapter five hundred and forty-four

  When the emperor was happy, no one in the palace dared to be unhappy. The hall was full of joy and joy. A group of princes and princesses surrounded Lao Zhu and Empress Ma and sat on the throne.

  Zhu Biao did his part and pulled Chang Luohua to sit next to him, followed by the second and third princes who were over seven years old, and no one else could sit at this seat.

In fact, Chang Luohua can't sit at the same table if it is really discussed, and should sit at another table with the other sisters-in-law, but now that she is the only daughter-in-law in the family today, it would be inappropriate for her to sit with the princesses. If the eldest daughter-in-law is satisfied, she won't pick gifts.

From here, we can also see the order of superiority and inferiority. No matter how favored concubines are, they are no better than princes and princesses. The real sons and daughters of dragons and phoenixes are not comparable to a group of reproductive tools. The real mother of any prince or princess has always been a queen. .

After all, it is the Chinese New Year, and it is not the time to be frugal. At the beginning, I still couldn't eat, but Lao Zhu didn't think it was too lively, so he started to torture his children randomly. The ones make a poem for the occasion, and the smaller ones recite poems.

   This became lively. The five and six who are eager to learn can't wait to show it in front of the father, and the second and third are eager to bury their heads in their jobs.

  The concubines are not qualified to speak at this time. They can only look at their children helplessly, hoping that they will seize the opportunity. If so many brothers and sisters do not have some skills, how can they have a noble and dignified royal fiefdom in the future.

  Zhu Biao was naturally laughing and watching the excitement at this time. Only his younger siblings would speak up when they got stuck because of nervousness. In fact, he can also compose poems. After all, it is not difficult to compose a poem according to the format and rhythm.

It's just that wonderful sentences are rare, not to mention that it's not his character to be forced to express his sorrow for new words. The third child's complexion was distorted when he heard this, it seemed that he wanted to use his toes to create a seam to lead the troubled brothers to hide in...

  The mid-day banquet was about to end, Zhu Biao was not called up to recite poems and compose Fu, but because he was close to him, he actually drank a lot of wine with his father, and Empress Ma who was on the side ordered the banquet to leave.

  Old Zhu was happily holding the flagon while drinking: "Where did you get drunk? Go down when you are tired, and the princes stay and continue to drink with us. Haha, we men will not go home until we are drunk!"

The second, third, and fourth turned their shame and anger into alcohol, and they were no longer afraid of their own fathers, and they agreed with each other. The concubines below were both happy and worried. I don't know how...

  Even though Empress Ma never loses her temper with concubines and princes, everyone in the palace knows that the empress's temper is directed at the emperor, which is scarier than anything else.

What's more, the older the concubines are, the more they understand that the empress is different from those boudoir women when they were the marshal's wife. Everywhere in the yamen, the suppressed civil and military officials bowed their heads and obeyed orders, that is, they let go after the founding of the country.

  Queen Ma glared at her sons and scolded: "What are you drinking? The night wind is blowing outside. If you drink too much and go out and get cold, what's the matter? Go pull them down to sober up, and leave the harem after half an hour!"

This stare at the second and third children woke up with fright, Lao Zhu also remained silent, and quietly clinked a glass with Zhu Biao who was beside him, under the empress's awe, all the concubines got up to leave, and the princesses also followed suit take leave.

   After a while, I couldn't even find a pot of wine in the hall, and they were taken away by the maids and eunuchs, and replaced with warm hangover soup.

But men's way of thinking is different from women's after all. The hangover soup fell into the hands of these fathers and sons, and they drank it as if they were still wine. Heads bumped together and listened to Lao Zhu bragging about the past, Zhu Biao echoed from time to time , the third child was cheering, it was very lively.

Empress Ma and Chang Luohua shook their heads, but the hangover soup was hangover soup after all. After a while, the enthusiasm gradually diminished. No longer tugging on my big brother's sleeve...

   "Ahem!"

  Empress Ma was chatting with Chang Luohua about his grandson's little anecdotes, and when she turned her head she was startled. The father and son who just wanted to huddle into a ball all sat upright, as if they were a heavenly family, and the elders and children were orderly.

   "Let's go back. It will be cold at night and wear more clothes. Tomorrow, we will go to Fengxian Hall to kowtow to our ancestors."

   "No, my ministers and others will follow the teachings of the father."

  Early the next morning, Zhu Biao got up, took the handkerchief Liu Jin handed over, and blew his nose hard. No wonder he felt unwell at night, and he was still a bit cold when he returned to the East Palace after drinking and getting hot.

   "Master, this servant has already sent someone to invite the imperial physician."

  Zhu Biao nodded casually and said: "From now on, I will move to the Wenhua Palace to live in the Wenhua Palace, so as to save the crown princess from getting sick, and those of you who are serving by the side don't have to contact the palace maids and eunuchs at the crown princess's side."

  Liu Jin hurriedly promised: "Your maidservant knows that arrangements have been made for the crown princess and the emperor's grandson, and the sickness will never be passed on."

  Zhu Biao felt that if he had some clear tears, it should be fine, but he should be careful, after all, children are fragile, and it is not easy to prescribe medicine in case of illness.

   And just to take the opportunity to clean up our minds and asceticize our desires, we have to take the road of sustainable development. How can it be fun for a while?

  After washing up, the two imperial physicians arrived. They took turns to diagnose and prescribed medicine. Zhu Biao was given a bowl of very, very bitter medicine after breakfast, and then went to Fengxian Hall to worship his ancestors.

  Princesses don't need to come, princes have to come as long as they can walk, worshiping ancestors is nothing but kneeling, but this kneeling lasts for an hour.

  Zhu Biao led his younger brothers out of the Fengxian Hall, and the noses covered by the burning incense were all ventilated inside. He told his younger brothers not to catch cold when they went back, and if they were sick, take medicine quickly, and then went to the Hall of Martial Arts.

   Originally, he should go to Jinshen Hall to deal with the memorials accumulated yesterday with his father, but after all, he is sick, so it is better not to infect Lao Zhu.

  Sent someone to Jinshen Hall to fetch a batch of memorials for review, and after a while, I heard Liu Jin say that the two imperial physicians who had just checked his pulse in the morning were called by Lao Zhu for a long time...

  Zhu Biao asked casually after reading the memorial of the Ministry of Punishment: "What's going on with that Li Shaoguang?"

   Liu Jin was in charge of the matter and immediately replied: "Only Dali Temple Minister Yan Donglai was ordered by His Highness to interrogate, and no one has ever asked about the rest."

  Zhu Biao nodded and no longer opened his mouth to read the memorial. The Ministry of Rites hoped that the court would sacrifice Confucius. He wrote a lot of reasons, and Zhu Biao agreed after a moment of deliberation.

There is nothing wrong with Confucius. It is his disciples and descendants who are wrong. The court can suppress the Confucius family, but it is not easy to suppress Confucius. What's more, there are tensions and relaxations in this kind of thing. There are several sticks in the past two years, so it should be sweet I ate the jujube.

  The Ministry of Households played Zhejiang Provincial People 1,487,146 households with annual grain transfers of 933,268 stones and 134 grain chiefs...

  Liu Bowen reported that the drought and hunger in the narrow west was especially severe in Hanzhong. Since the beginning of winter, the villagers have gathered more people to steal and can't be banned. Now the government stores more than 100,000 shi of grain. There is still a lot of grain stored in the granary, and the ministers want to distribute it to the people to relieve the famine, so that the autumn crops can be returned to the warehouse and the old ones can be easily replaced...

Zhu Biao frowned slightly. There was still food in Hanzhong, but the court originally planned to use it for other people next year. He didn't expect the situation there to be so bad, but he could only approve it. He knew that Liu Bowen would do nothing else Will not play the request.

  I just hope that there will be no natural disasters in Shu next year, otherwise it will be troublesome. The food in the nearby state capitals has basically been removed. If there is a famine, the food will only be lost from the southeast. The long journey will consume countless.

There are also many memorials from the Ministry of Officials, all of which are about the transfer of officials. One is quite special. It says that Zhang Lun, a member of Linhao, a hundred households in Henan Youwei, has been begging for work since his parents were both eighty years old. return to foster.

   It seems that he is a pure and filial person, and the job of a hundred households is not something that ordinary people are willing to abandon. Zhu Biao was appointed as the deputy thousand households of Haoliangwei, so that he can support him.

   Throwing the memorial forward casually: "Send someone to investigate this Zhang Lun to see if he is really filial to his relatives or wants to abandon his official position to escape crime for other reasons."

   "No"

  (end of this chapter)

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