Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

The emperor sat on the throne and pulled King Yi to sit beside him, and Zhang Mao was given to sit on the head.

The eunuchs used different cups to serve tea, the emperor used the Langyao red tureen, the king of Tan used the pastel cloud crane tureen, and the British prince used the red twig lotus tureen in blue and white glaze.

Zhu Jianshen picked up the Yunhe Gaiwan first, and handed it to King Tan: "Drink tea."

"Thank you brother."

Zhu Jianshen picked up his tureen and took a sip: "Bring the snacks here. You try this, dry cheese, it's delicious, but it's too much to eat."

"Well, it's really good."

"And this one-bite puff pastry with lily and ground almonds."

"Delicate and small, not greasy to eat."

Eat, eat, eat... Only when you've eaten enough can you talk about serious things...

Zhang Mao ate half full beside him, he was really hungry.

The emperor said: "Please enter the palace. One is to tell you that your nephew is about to be born. Two, I want to invite you to incinerate Qingci."

Zhu Jianji tasted several pieces of dim sum under the recommendation of his brother: "Ask me to send Qingci to heaven?"

The beautiful boy hesitated and said: "I'm not a serious Taoist priest." I want to become a monk, but you won't let me.

Zhu Jian pursed his lips deeply: "It doesn't matter, you are the royal family, you are the prince, and you are the one who will send the green word list, which is more reliable than others."

I always feel that this is a family matter, and the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple are not as good-looking as you!

I can't see the Taoist's xinxing cultivation base, but it's easy to see his face.

Zhu Jianji was secretly amused, any Taoist priest would do the burning of green poems to heaven.My brother is a layman and doesn't understand these things.But, it's good that he asked me to burn the talisman table without using many high-level Taoists and real people who were granted by the imperial court.

Zhang Mao watched from the side, peeking at King Tan, his skin was like white jade, his brows were gentle and drooping, like a lotus emerging from water, standing alone.He seldom saw King Yan, and the two had different hobbies. When he saw him today, he felt that all the sisters in the family boasted about King Yan's beauty were not empty words, and everything they said was true.Sitting there upright, she is really refined and elegant, but it is a pity that she is blind and cannot see those bright eyes like bright stars.

Zhu Jianji smiled softly, with curved eyebrows and eyes: "Okay, I'll come. There is no Taoist temple in the palace, right?"

"No, is it okay to temporarily set up the statue of the incense table?"

"Okay."

Zhu Jianshen humbly asked for advice: "What should I prepare?" Ah, I don't need to prepare. "Wynn, come here and listen."

Wynn stepped forward quickly, bowed and said, "please order, King Yan."

Zhu Jian Jike smiled politely: "I don't dare to do it. I want to find a clean garden, clean and free of filth. Set up incense tables, incense candles, paper horses, four-color fruits, copper bells and wooden fish, and a new copper basin. .”

Wynn hesitated for a moment: "Dare to ask His Royal Highness, there is no standard for filth, is it not even a little bit of filth from cats and bugs?"

People and dogs are easy to deal with, but cats dig pits and bury their excrement, and insects lay eggs and shit quietly... It can be cleaned up in the house, but it is difficult to find in the garden.

Zhu Jianji was silent when asked, he was never responsible for the specific cleaning, and he was not even able to check and accept.

Whether it's in the palace or in the Taoist temple, as long as the servant reports this, he will believe it. Why is this eunuch Huai'en so serious?

"On the surface, it's fine to have none, and a little bit of falling flowers is fine."

Wynn agreed in a cold sweat: "yes, the villain will do it now."

Zhu Jianshen clapped his hands: "Okay, let's go! Pass the meal!"

It uses delicacies from mountains and seas as raw materials, thick oily red sauce, soft and easy-to-digest royal meal cooked for a long time, and special fried quail.

"Would you like some wine?"

Zhu Jianji said: "I can't drink."

"Oh, then I won't drink anymore." The emperor ate again.

Zhu Jianji ate a little more, but couldn't eat anymore, put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth politely: "Have you finished writing Qing Ci?"

Immediately, a eunuch went to the front and asked the Imperial Academy: "The emperor is inquiring, is the Qing Ci finished?"

The Imperial Academy members each handed in a piece of Qing Ci, and the eunuch, like a monitor collecting homework, brought back a small stack of papers.

Hanlin people are very troubled, the emperor has to thank God for the pregnancy of his favorite concubine - no matter how he writes, he looks like a foolish emperor!

They forcibly stuffed in prayers such as "good weather", "national peace and prosperity", and "people have no hunger". They cobbled it together and barely wrote it down. This kind of thing rose to the national level.

Feel great!

The emperor was like a teacher who was batching homework. After picking and choosing for a while, he chose the one he was most satisfied with.Then he said to his younger brother, "Wait for me to change my clothes."

Splashed a little oil and soup while eating, and changed clothes.

He chose a snow-white damask acacia flower gown from the standing colors of 'red, yellow, black, white, blue, pink', and looked at the mirror for a while: "I don't seem to be as good as Jianji in white in this dress." nice."

The eunuch complained in his heart, King Tan is so white, as white as his clothes, you, your dark face: "Your Majesty, you are as majestic and domineering as ever in this dress, King Tan is elegant and graceful."

"Well, that's good." The emperor looked at the mirror again and again: "Sister Wan said that I am wearing Bai Kejun."

"Wan Niangniang's vision is right."

The Golden Bird Pavilion in the Imperial Garden was carefully cleaned by more than 30 palace officials for half a day, and they took water to wipe the floor tiles again. They brought over a table with a bamboo pattern and an agarwood worship stool, and went to the inner warehouse to get them. A Xuande furnace, a bell from the Song Dynasty, a wooden fish made of boxwood, and a paper horse with incense sticks are also tribute grade.

Zhang Mao was supposed to go home, he had never been in touch with monks or Taoists, but when he thought of his mother, he was going to continue to educate himself: "Your Majesty, can you allow me to watch from the sidelines?"

"Okay."

Zhu Jianji was helped into the pavilion, he checked the location of these things with his hands, and then bent down to touch the soft worship stool: "Take the worship stool away, anyone should prostrate on the ground in front of the Emperor of Heaven."

He touched the small clock again. It was indeed a very small copper clock, about one foot and five feet high, roughly...not sure.The little clock was hung on a solid wooden stand, and when I tapped it with my hand, the voice was clear and moving: "Brother, come and ring the bell."

Zhu Jianshen grasped the small hammer, at a loss: "How to hit it? I don't know how to do it."

"Knock it according to the rhythm, um, keep a frequency and keep knocking. Dang~dang~dang~ like this."

"Oh..." Zhu Jianshen remembered that he could play the piano, and tapped the fingers of his right hand on the palm of his left hand a few times, almost enough. "good."

Zhu Jianji brushed his teeth a long time ago and washed his hands again outside the pavilion. Under the expectant gaze of the emperor, he slowly recited the Eight Great God Mantras. "Zan": "Before Jishou converted to heaven and earth, auspicious smoke was ignited, and the three worlds and ten directions were viewed from a distance. The hall of all saints, the three officials of the fairy water mansion in heaven and earth, and the four merits.

He held the paper in both hands, and put it in the copper basin when he felt his hands burning.

carry out.

Zhu Jianshen was standing by the side, conscientiously holding a small hammer and knocking on the small bell - Hu Shisan, who no one could see, was lying on the other side of Zhu Jianji.

Zhang Mao, Huai En, Xia He, Cheng En, Shang Gong and others were all kneeling outside the pavilion.

Yu Qian stared dumbfounded at the golden light-like paper that appeared with the incineration, fluttering up to the ninth heaven.

He looked up to see the golden light sinking into the clouds, and wanted to catch up to see it, but he was afraid of offending heaven and man.

After staying for a while, a snake shape wobbled out, which was too shocking.

Zhu Jianshen said: "Is it okay to burn it like this? I still have a letter here, which is for the father. Can I burn it here?"

I don't want to go to Taimiao, it's burned here, sister Wan and I need to rest early.

Zhu Jianji thought for a moment, in fact, he called out to Sister Fox frantically in his heart and asked this question. [Brother wants to burn it here, okay?Can it be burned? ]

[how could I know! ] Foxes never burn paper to their ancestors!

[what? ]

[Can can! ] Hu Shisanniang didn't want to be questioned by the cutie, so she agreed indiscriminately.

King Yi was not very sure and said: "It is possible..."

Zhu Jianshen took out the flattened paper roll, shook it on the candle, saw that the paper roll was burning, and immediately threw it into the copper basin.

Afraid of burning hands!

Afraid of fire!

"Okay, let's drink tea."

Afterwards, the emperor took his younger brother to drink tea.He seems to have forgotten how many memorials are waiting for him in the Qianqing Palace, so he can relax and give himself a vacation~

……

This piece of paper drifted to the underworld and entered the courier point for the emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

The little ghost threw the letter into Hong Wu's yard: "Zhu Qizhen, I have your letter. Bandit Sun~ you're quick!"

Zhu Qizhen was kneeling in the corner facing the wall.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the letter and opened it to read: "There is another grandson."

"The handwriting is good."

He sneered and said, "Your son has a lot of resentment towards you."

Zhu Qizhen trembled.

The whole soul trembled like ocean waves, trembling wave after wave.

……

"See Ji." The emperor touched his face, hey, this face is white and tender, like a freshly boiled, hot peeled egg, the face is still very round, very cute.There is no beard on the chin, I have already grown more than a dozen beards! "You have grown up and reached the age of becoming a relative. Do you plan to become a relative or become a monk?"

Zhu Jianji thought of the gluttonous fluff, smiled and said: "I don't want to become a monk, nor do I want to marry a wife."

Zhu Jianshen lifted his spirits: "If Queen Mother Wang forces you to marry, what excuse do you have? Teach me!"

"what?"

"The queen dowagers of the two palaces forced me to marry the queen. You know what I mean. I don't want to marry those young and ignorant women. I just want to stay with sister Wan forever."

Zhu Jianji smiled and said, "Brother, come here with your ears."

Zhu Jianshen handed over his ear.

Zhu Jianji patted him twice, hugged his head, whispered the many excuses he had prepared, and said, "Brother, I heard that you have always admired the Taifu."

The emperor's eyes lit up: "Just say that I want to imitate Taifu Yu! Good, good, good idea!"

He is majestic and arrogant, clenched his fists, and intends to verbalize all those who persuade him to marry the queen!

I can win.