The correct way to open the first favorite concubine of Ming Dynasty

The author has something to say: 1. Xiaowu's feelings for Ruowei cannot be summed up in simple "like" or "love", but more complicated.What kind of emotion is it, each reader can have a different opinion. 2. Xiao Wu's emotional line has been buried almost since Xiao Wu's appearance, and it has been slowly developing and changing. If you are interested, you can go back to the previous Xiao Wu's scenes to see hahaha. 3. Xiao Wu's passion is all about courtesy, and Ruowei has no knowledge of Xiao Wu's mind.Xiaowu's relationship has almost no influence on the development of Ruoji's relationship line.Not in the past, not now, and never in the future.

(Zhu Zhanyan's perspective)

"This is your elder brother's, don't move it, put it back for him." Niang said with a smile.

I refuse to let go.

It was a Luban lock made of gold, with various auspicious patterns of dragons and kylins engraved thinly and shallowly.Brother Huang was rewarded by Grandpa Huang when he was young. Later, when he grew up, he studied and practiced martial arts all day long. If he didn't play with these things, he left them in the study and was touched by me.

"Big brother doesn't play." I refused to let it go, and continued to dismantle it with my head down.

"Good boy, give it to mother." Mother held out her hand.

I turned around: "Big brother doesn't play, he doesn't want it anymore."

"Put it down, mother, let someone make you a new one, it's more fun than this one."

"No, I'm going to play with this, I'm almost going to..." As I said that, I untied it, and happily held up the gold bars that were scattered in my hands to show my mother, who slapped me on the hand, and the gold bars The strip fell to the ground, and I cried.

I am my mother's youngest son, everyone in the East Palace said that I was her favorite child.

I stare at my elder brother reading every day, but let me go to play.She can tolerate my nonsense.

At that time, I didn't understand anyway, why I would rather make a new one for me than give me something that Brother Huang didn't want.

Later, I gradually guessed the rules of my mother.

I can deface the third brother's book, make the younger sister cry, and lift the skirt of the court lady, but I can't touch the things of the emperor's brother.

I can be well-behaved or not, I can be motivated or not, but I must not outshine Brother Huang.

Mother drew a red line on top of my head, and that red line is Brother Huang.

In the spring of the eighth year of Yongle, a new girl arrived in the East Palace.She said she wanted to be the emperor's brother-in-law.

Beautiful and smart.The eyes are black and bright, like obsidian beads, and they bend when they smile.

Brother Huang likes her more than everything he owns in the world.

Ever since she came, the perfect emperor brother who obeyed his mother's advice has changed.

He secretly called her "daughter-in-law" when he thought no one was around.

He held her hand under the table while he ate.

He lost his mind while reading, and hid a piece of paper under the book to draw her appearance.

Every day, he tried his best to ask the emperor's imperial decree to take her out of the palace to play.

I know too much.

Anything for the emperor is the best.

All the best things are for Brother Huang.

Things are dead, and if given to him, they belong to him.But people are alive.

I just want to touch it.

What's more, that little girl is really cute.

"You can play with me." I said.

"What are you playing?" she asked.

"Fight grass."

She seemed amused, but didn't show it.

I don't know why I was a little angry, and asked her: "What's so funny?"

She was slightly taken aback when I saw through her mind, looked at me with disbelief, and said with a smile: "Your Highness Fifth is young, and seems to be able to read minds... Minnv doesn't think Doucao is funny, but Thinking of His Royal Highness Taisun loves to fight crickets, His Highness the Third loves cockfights, chickens eat crickets, crickets eat grass, the hobbies of the three brothers can be linked together, it is very interesting."

Crickets eat grass, something I love to play with, and being eaten by brother Huang's favorite thing to play with, it makes me angry to think about it.

She asked the emperor why he liked to fight crickets.

She didn't ask me why I like fighting grass.

I like fighting grass because when fighting grass decides whether to win or lose, it only depends on the hardness and softness of the stems and leaves of the grass itself. It does not have to be like cricket fighting, but also depends on the power of the master behind the cricket.

But she didn't ask, so I held back and didn't say anything.

I don't know when I chose to give up.Was it when she learned that she fed the candy I gave to Brother Huang, or when she heard that she was born and died for Brother Huang during the Northern Expedition, when they saw each other in the fire scene and forgot everyone else, or when she finally when marrying him.

I don't know if I chose to give up because I lost to Brother Huang and surrendered, or because I am more used to staying below the red line drawn by my mother. No matter how much I walk around the edge, I know that the red line cannot be crossed.

The older it gets, the more distinct the red line becomes.

Brother Huang never deliberately suppressed me, everything about my second uncle and third uncle reminded me of the role of that red thread.

The red thread is the amulet my mother has branded on me since I was a child.

Below the red line, brothers live in harmony and live a stable life. Otherwise, in the future, Brother Huang and I will be awkward and dangerous like our second uncle, third uncle and father.

I'm sober, and I should have given up a long time ago.

But watching Ruowei suffer, he felt extremely unwilling.

The best is already for you.You should take good care of her.

Be a concubine.

False pregnancy.

Raise other people's children.Send away again.

And be bullied by my mother-in-law—our queen mother.

The throne has been given to you, but you can't even protect a woman.

"You gave him whatever delicious stuff you gave him when you were young, and you kept it for him to eat. You gave him the candy, and the pancakes. Why did you leave him the sweet stuff when you were so bitter?" I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. , and spread out a small piece of the powder.

Still beautiful, but painful.she cried.

A woman who wants to be strong and doesn't like to cry shed a tear in front of others. I dare not think about how much heartache is accumulated behind it.

Can't help complaining: "He has so many supernatural abilities since he was a child, he doesn't protect you, but wants you to stand up for him and bear his crimes everywhere, now the mother and child are separated..."

Originally, she wanted to speak out to vent her anger for her, but she interrupted me anxiously, with firmness in her soft voice: "I am one with him. What he will do is what I will do, do you understand? I want What he does is also what he will do, do you understand." She refused to show a little weakness in front of me.

I understand what they're trying to do, but I don't understand why they have to.

When she was about to speak, she heard her say: "He and I, our hearts are in the same place, we are in the same place, we are in the same place, honor and disgrace are in the same place, bitterness and sweetness are also in the same place. Don't worry." Mentioning him, her eyes were slow Slowly replied with an imperceptible trace of warm smile.

So I smiled: "Of course I don't worry. If people drink water and know whether it's warm or cold, you should be happy."