[Comprehensive History] Clothes are all over the world

August [-]th has a special meaning to the Han people.

Since the Tang Dynasty, this day has become a festival for the whole people. After the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, the setting of family reunion on the Mid-Autumn Festival has also been recognized by the poetry and chants of the majority of literati.

Ordinary people gather around the table to watch the moon and gossip about their daily life, but it is a luxury for the most noble family in the world, and this day is still their "working day".However, what is different from the past is that the protagonists of this day are the women in the palace, and the men and women can go back to their respective homes to do what they like.

The important affairs of the country lie in Rong and Sacrifice. Sacrifice is the most important thing no matter which dynasty it is in. Even in the Zhou Dynasty, the sacrifices were divided into three, six, and nine grades. The sun, moon, heaven and earth can only be sacrificed by the emperor, and the princes and kings can only sacrifice. It is allowed to sacrifice to the gods of mountains, rivers and rivers, and ordinary people can only worship their ancestors.

Even now, more than [-] years later, the Zhou royal family has long since passed away, and the masters of the world have changed from generation to generation. The sacrifice of heaven, earth, sun and moon is still exclusive to the emperor's family. Ordinary people can only "worship", not "sacrifice".

Among all the sacrificial ceremonies, only the moon sacrificial ceremony is performed by the most honorable women of the royal family.

In Yingtian Mansion, thousands of miles away from Mangbu Road, the mistress of the Ming Dynasty is preparing for the most important sacrificial ceremony in the second half of the year.

She is Zhu Yuanzhang's first wife, Ma Shi. This woman of ordinary background is Hong Wudi's virtuous wife, and also his most steadfast backing and most reliable comrade-in-arms.

However, since entering Hongwu for eight years, Empress Ma's health has gradually become a little worse. In order to rest at ease, she handed over most of the general affairs to her daughter-in-law, the princess Chang.

Chang is the eldest daughter of Chang Yuchun, King of Kaiping. Chang Yuchun was one of Emperor Hongwu's most trusted right-hand men.

As his eldest daughter, Chang experienced a lot of ups and downs and dangers when she was young. Therefore, although she is a daughter, she has a resolute and courageous personality, and she has been in the eyes of Empress Ma at a young age.When Miss Chang had just reached the age of Ji, the couple went to the old subordinate's house ahead of the others, and insisted on betrotting the girl to their son.

The prince Zhu Biao and the Chang family were also very affectionate after they got married. The two soon let the old Zhu's family embrace a big fat grandson, and the Chang family was neat in doing things, and there were not many rules in the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China. She also quickly got started with the palace affairs, which really made Empress Ma spend a happy time with her grandchildren in her arms.

However, the good times didn't last long. At the end of the 11th year of Hongwu, the princess Chang's body was injured during the second childbirth. In order not to let her second son bear the name of Kemu, Chang's endured for two days , and then closed his eyes in pain and exhaustion.

With the death of the Crown Princess, Empress Ma naturally had to come out of the mountain again.However, I don't know whether it is because the position of the crown princess is too tempting or someone has a plan. Although the Chang family left behind the orthodox heir to the throne, accidents happened in the prince's backyard one after another when the prince was on a parade for his father, and even involved the prince who was raised at the time. On the two little grandchildren in the palace.

Seeing the haggard and sad appearance of the eldest son who had been wounded one after another, Empress Ma was immediately angered.

The queen empress, who has appeared in a benevolent and image since she ascended the throne, showed her extraordinary means and courage. Instead, her anger and sadness drove her away from her illness. She cleaned up the palace and the prince's backyard with thunderous force.However, although this move pulled out many hidden nails, the lost lives were irretrievable after all.

A fire took away the two legitimate three-generation heirs of the Ming Dynasty.Although the news was covered up for political considerations, two small coffins had been quietly accommodated in the unfinished royal cemetery.

Thinking of the two unnamed tombs lying next to the tomb of the princess, thinking of the painful wailing and weeping of the eldest son who had experienced the pain of losing his wife and son, thinking of her husband's hair on the sideburns that had become frost-colored overnight, Empress Ma pinched her. The hand holding the fan couldn't help but clenched tightly.

Dressed in moonlight, she led all the wives to bow down to the tablet of the moon god.

It's not the time yet, she told herself, a series of things that happened this time are telling her—now is far from the time to relax and feel at ease.

The fighting in the north, the remnant forces among the people, the undercurrent among the courtiers, all external courts will affect the stability of the palace.

The current result is precisely because of her carelessness.

She had to hold on, for her child and for the family, she had to hold on.

Dressed in the queen's Zhai clothes, wearing a crown of nine dragons and four phoenixes, and holding a jade gui, the woman's face is as white as paper in the moonlight, but her eyes are full of determination.

Kind moon god, please forgive me for praying to you out of selfishness. The believer wants to pray for more time, not for herself, but just to keep this family and the last piece of pure land of her husband and son.

Just when the palace was full of melodious music, the master of the unfinished Daming Palace quietly went to the mansion of Fu Youde, Marquis of Yingchuan.

The emperor of Ming Dynasty, who had passed the age of hearing, waved away the support of his servants, jumped off the carriage easily, and then walked straight into the gate that was heard to be slowly opening.

He walked too hastily, the door of Yingchuan Hou's house was only half opened when people entered, and even Yingchuanhou himself hadn't fully prepared to welcome him.

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand to pull up Fu You, who had not yet fully bowed down, and patted the hand of this confidant and beloved general, with distressed and anxious faces on his face.He strode forward, apparently very familiar with this courtier's mansion: "How is Tianxi now?"

"Take the medicine and go to bed first." Fu Youde had just returned from the battlefield in the north not long ago, and the murderous aura on his body had not subsided yet. However, the sockets of the bearded man were slightly red, and the fundus of his eyes was even darker. One piece, full of fatigue.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very understanding of his mood at the moment, and when he saw the appearance of the young man lying on the bed in the east wing, he also showed a look of unbearable expression.

The originally straight eyebrows and eyes of the young man on the bed were thin and out of shape at this moment, like a skull, and there was a ferocious whip mark on his cheek that almost ran through the whole face. Even if he closed his eyes now, the wrinkles between the young man's brows remained for a long time. Not loose, obviously, the pain made him not sleep well.

In addition to these...Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, stepped forward and gently lifted the quilt on the bed, his eyes suddenly stared angrily.Concerned about the patient on the bed, he pointed at the person on the bed and whispered, "Here, why are you tied up?"

Under the quilt, which is too heavy for this season, the limbs of the young man on the bed are firmly fixed to the bed board by hemp rope and soft cloth, and he cannot move. This posture is obviously one of the reasons why he can't sleep peacefully. .

"Your Majesty!" Chen Yuanjuan of the Imperial Hospital, who had been standing silently by the side, stepped forward quickly and clasped his hands to explain, "Fu Xiaolang was tortured, and his limbs were injured, and they have been reattached. It's just that the pain in the long bones was unbearable." In order to prevent the bones from growing crooked, people are tied up, this is Fu Xiaolang's own intention."

Hearing that it was the intention of the person concerned, Emperor Hong Wu couldn't help being silent. He covered the patient with a quilt lightly, but frowned tightly.

Seeing him move his hand, he turned and walked out of the inner room filled with the smell of medicine.Chen Yuanjuan, who was selected by others, felt very self-conscious that he followed closely.

It seemed that he was worried about disturbing the patient. After leaving the room, Emperor Hongwu took a few extra steps, and then asked about the patient's condition with great concern. However, the more he listened to what Chen Yuanjudged said, the more he frowned, especially when he listened to the sentence. After saying that the young man's hamstring was broken, he hurriedly interjected and asked, "Will there be any bad effects in the future?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, Mr. Fu Xiaolang must have been treated by an expert, and the broken meridian has been reconnected. Looking at his current situation, he should be able to walk without hindrance."

Walking is not hindered, which means that it may be difficult to go to the battlefield in the future.

In the Ming Dynasty, he was enshrined by Wu, and Fu Tianxi was the youngest son in the family, so he could not get the shadow of his father, and now this happened just to hear the news...

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang already had a plan in mind, but he didn't show it on the surface, but asked another matter: "A master?"

"Return to Your Majesty." The young man who had been silently following Zhu Yuanzhang before took a step sideways. The young man's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. Under the bright sun of August, he seemed to have come out of the cold winter. Like a snowman, there is no trace of fireworks.

Seeing him cupping his hands slightly, he said softly: "When I arrived in Kunming, I got the help of a local Tu tribe to rescue Fu Xiaowei, but Fu Xiaowei was seriously injured and comatose at that time, so he couldn't move quickly, so we went to a place where the Tu tribe gathered under the guidance of the Tu tribe. where I met a local doctor."

"That local doctor uses insects and animals as medicine, and the herbs used are quite different from those in the Central Plains. I only have a superficial understanding of medical science, and I don't know how good it is, but Captain Fu did wake up after drinking the medicine juice, so we waited After staying for a few more days, the man reconnected the muscles and bones of Fu Xiaowei, and gave us analgesics and gold sore medicine, so that we can rush back to heaven."

"Based on my personal experience, the local doctor's golden sore medicine is really effective, and I don't know about the rest."

What he said was indeed convincing. As a fierce man who led a small team to respond, but went deep into the enemy's rear to fish out Fu Tianxi who was arrested, and then escaped with his protection all the way to Yunnan, this man He was also covered in blood at the beginning, not much better than the embarrassed Fu Tianxi at that time.

But now that Fu Tianxi was still lying down, he was able to accompany the emperor on a trip with some knives and arrows in his body, but the lost energy and blood had not yet recovered, and he looked a little colder than before.

... But having said that, the difference is not that big.

Chen Yuanpan hid his emotions with his old face that looked extremely dignified and full of the temperament of the Sacred Heart of a doctor. On the surface, the old man just turned around, bowed his hands in the direction of the young man and said, "Mu Xun Wei, I don't know if there is any leftover of the golden sore medicine? If it is convenient, can I show the golden sore medicine to my minister?"

The young man in the uniform of a narrow-sleeved military officer took a step back, bowed his hand and returned the salute, and replied: "Chen Yuanju has been stationed in Yingchuan Hou's house these past few days. I don't know. The remaining medicine has been sent to the Tai Hospital two days before the spring. After the envoy asked His Majesty for instructions, he has already analyzed and studied it."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yuanpan's eyes lit up immediately, and the eyes he looked at the ward were full of hope, as if he hoped that the people inside would heal in the next moment and let him go back to the Tai Hospital, so that he could join the magical The development of seedling medicine.

Miao medicine!That is the most miraculous Miao medicine. As a doctor, he couldn't suppress his curiosity at all.

Um?Wait, they are not necessarily from the Miao nationality, so why did they call it Miao medicine?

No way, for the Central Plains people in the north, most of their impressions of Yunnan come from the Miao people who have traveled far and are also willing to conduct cultural exchanges with the Han people.

Although the Miao people are not the largest group in Yunnan, since the Song Dynasty, they have satisfied the Central Plains people's imagination of the south with the most prominent behavior style, the most mysterious legends, and the most eye-catching costumes.

Because of the culture, behavior and clothing of the Miao people, for a long time, when Yunnan was mentioned, people in the Central Plains thought of the place where everyone rode elephants and peacocks, where there were silver mines everywhere and blue-dyed cloth everywhere.

Well, there are also overbearing, huge bugs.

Therefore, the stupid people in the Central Plains said that if there is any strange phenomenon that they cannot understand in the south, it must be because of the Miao people.

The author has something to say:

Miao nationality: Is it my fault that I am keen on socializing and dare to step out of the mountains?

Miao nationality: I used to produce silver in my hometown, so I love making silver jewelry. Is it my fault?

Miao nationality: The history is relatively long and the inheritance has not been cut off. It is also first-class in medicine. Is it my fault?

Hmong: I have never played before, so why are they all my legends?

Author Jun (shrunk down): This, this is their inherent impression, and has nothing to do with the author.

Ahem, just like the Mongolians live in yurts, the Uyghurs can dance, the Tujia people can make pancakes, and the Tibetans can harness horses. The first impression of the Miao people is that they are BULINGBULING, pouring various herbs and playing with bugs. , but these are errors! (at least not quite right)

The Miao nationality has a very long history, which can be traced back to the Yanhuang era, but until the Song Dynasty, they all appeared as Nanman, and after the Song Dynasty, they began to call them the Miao people.

In fact, this nation is very tenacious and quite open. As a Tu tribe in the Yunnan-Guizhou area, the Miao people have always adopted a more active attitude to communicate with the Central Plains culture. nation)

Miao medicine is real and well-known. After the annexation of Yunnan in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, many doctors from the Central Plains communicated with Miao doctors, which greatly expanded the Chinese medicine sector.