Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

The book continues above.The emperor quietly used the eyebrow cream and rouge on the dressing table to draw the character of king on Dabao's forehead and a cat's beard on his face.

The eunuchs held candles for him, and they looked at the emperor's behavior with weird faces, and exchanged weird eyes: [The emperor doesn't love the eldest son very much]

[Yeah, it's not the same as Xuande's treatment of the first emperor. ]

[Is having a baby just for fun? ]

[The emperor's innocence is still there]

[Is this a cat or a tiger? ]

The emperor didn't care about that, and slowly drew a few thin and long beards with an eyebrow pencil that could draw thin eyebrows.

He has really learned how to draw, and has a certain talent. After drawing a Wang character with eyebrows, he used rouge to spread a deep and shallow layer in the gap between the Wang characters, which looks very three-dimensional and has a sense of hierarchy. .Do not doubt this, although the traditional techniques of Chinese Gongbi painting do not pay much attention to the sense of perspective and three-dimensionality, but when painting flowers, they will use shade gradients, and when painting holes in trees, they will also be painted with dark colors as shadows, making them appear more three-dimensional.

Zhu Jianshen held up the swaddle and showed the eldest son to the puzzled eunuchs and terrified nuns and maids. This gesture was like the old orangutan on the Lion King's Glory Stone lifting up the little Simba.He proudly said: "How is my painting?"

"Good? Look good."

"Lifelike little tiger."

"Your Majesty, what are you planning to do?"

"Your Majesty will be frightened?"

The emperor held the sleepy child in his arms again, and patted it. The little guy was drooling and sound asleep the whole time, and didn't respond to what happened on his face, and Zhu Jianshen was tired recently. Having insomnia again, he asked a little jealously: "Nurse Gao, doesn't he turn over while sleeping?"

"Don't turn over, don't turn over. Your Majesty, the little prince is too young to turn over in swaddling clothes."

"That's good." Zhu Jianshen nodded in satisfaction, he didn't want his calligraphy to be rubbed on the bed by him.

He got up from the dressing table with the child in his arms, ready to put him back.

Wan Zhen'er opened her eyes half awake and took a look. Although the dozen or so candles were far away, they woke her up.Seeing Zhu Jianshen walking over with the child in his arms, he thought it was him who came to see me and the child before going to sacrifice to heaven, but I was still asleep, and he couldn't bear to wake me up.She silently narrowed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

When the little baby was put on the bed, Wan Zhen'er opened her eyes half asleep and half awake, grabbed his collar and pulled it down.

The emperor was caught off guard, and fell on top of her with a snap. He hurriedly pushed the child in, supported himself on the bed so as not to crush him, and said guiltily, "Sister Wan, are you awake?"

Wan Zhen'er asked in a daze: "Wake up, are you going to sacrifice to heaven?"

"That's right. I pray that the heavens will be saved by the common people, and that the weather will be smooth next year, and the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe."

"The emperor has worked hard."

"It's not hard. For the sake of the country, it's not hard to do anything." Zhu Jianshen looked at the sleeping 'Cerebellar Axe' next to him, a little guilty, and said old-fashionedly: "Sooner or later, this country will be handed over to the children. You have to tidy him up, you can't be irresponsible like the late emperor, and hand over a country riddled with holes to your son, what's the matter?"

Wan Zhen'er was greatly moved, and tried her best to refresh herself, preventing herself from falling asleep. At the same time, the emperor was helping her refresh herself.She said: "Go after a full meal, it won't be cold when the stomach is full."

Zhu Jianshen quickly agreed: "I have time to eat." Knead and knead.

Wan Zhen'er carefully instructed: "Don't eat salty food, and don't drink soup, it's very uncomfortable to kowtow after drinking too much soup."

Zhu Jianshen turned pale with shock: "I know." I didn't listen to you last time, and I ate two big bowls of hot noodle soup, and almost threw up when I kowtowed.My legs are pressing on my stomach, and my stomach is pressing on the two bowls of noodle soup in my stomach. Oops, it's hard for me to bear it.

Wan Zhen'er squinted her eyes and stretched lazily: "Your Majesty, what are you doing with your hands?"

"Sister Wan, your clothes are loose."

"Really." Wan Zhen'er looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhu Jianshen blushed, took his hands away from his bellyband, and muttered vaguely, "I'm hungry, and I suddenly remembered steamed buns."

Wan Zhen'er laughed so hard that she almost rolled over: "Go to sacrifice to heaven, just come back."

When the emperor heard this, he stood up abruptly, looked down at Hong Ling being swayed by Shangmei Jiao Niang (my brother's vision), and then looked at the Cerebellar Axe next to him, who greatly affected the atmosphere, and nodded solemnly: "Wanna?" Sister, you go to bed first, and wait for me to come back."

After finishing speaking, he shook the quilt and covered her, then gently put down the curtains, turned around and left with big strides.Hurry up and eat something, and have to take a car to the Temple of Heaven.

Two rows of palace men outside the house held big lanterns to illuminate the road in the dark night.

The emperor rushed into the cold air with enthusiasm, and took a deep breath: "cough cough cough cough" it was so cold and choking.

He hurriedly turned into the warm sedan chair and wiped away the tears that had been blown out by the cold wind.

After going to the Temple of Heaven, all the civil and military officials have also arrived, so there is no need to elaborate on how to perform rituals, how to worship, and how to read sacrificial texts aloud.

After the emperor left, Wan Zhen'er closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Gao Momo stood by the bed and watched for a while, wondering how the empress would react when she saw the... makeup on the little prince's face after waking up.Maybe the emperor will be scolded when he comes back, and the emperor is really, too naughty, how can he do such a thing.

Nanny Song came over rubbing her eyes: "Old Gao, why don't you go to sleep?"

"Old Song, should we wipe the little prince's face?"

Nanny Song said: "I think it's very beautiful. After all, this is the emperor's calligraphy. Although it doesn't have a big seal, it is similar to the imperial decree, right?"

"Old guy, you haven't seen the imperial decree." If the emperor dares to put a seal on the little prince's face, the empress will hit him with the seal.

Nanny Song said softly, "You haven't seen it either, let's not make up our own minds. Go for a walk, go to bed, sleep for two more hours and have to get up to serve your mother."

Nanny Gao was dragged away by her muttering.

The palace people all dispersed, went back to sleep, and the vigil continued to vigil.

After a while the little prince: "Wow wow wow"

The nurse hurriedly got up to breastfeed, and someone reminded: "The little prince's face is the emperor's calligraphy, so be careful."

The code nodded: "Understood."

Sure enough, he was very careful in feeding. After the little prince finished eating, only the beard on his face was a little bit worn out, and the king character on his forehead was still majestic.

The palace lady looked at it and wanted to laugh: "Others wear tiger hats for children, what does the emperor mean by that?"

The nanny is a little superstitious expert: "Do you think it is the meaning of the king? I heard that the king is very spiritual. He can call the wind and rain, sow beans into soldiers, and heal people from all kinds of diseases."

"Hey, then is this used to ward off disasters and evil spirits? No wonder the emperor came to draw these early in the morning. It has ulterior motives."

"I think so."

Mai Mai: "Oh, maybe it's true. Don't spread the word, it's not good. The empress hates others to spread rumors about her."

Wan Zhen'er slept really well this time, and woke up refreshed, and it was bright outside the window.She lazily stretched her waist: "Come here, serve me familiarly, pass on the meal, and prepare a warm sedan chair to greet the Empress Dowager." While stretching, she gave instructions on what to do today, and she was not allowed to stretch during the confinement period. According to Mammy, stretching will cause back pain, and she believed it in a spirit of "I'd rather believe it than believe it."After giving all these instructions, she subconsciously turned around to look at the sleeping baby, and was about to hug him to greet the Empress Dowager.After seeing it, he was shocked: "What's going on!"

He suddenly sat up, sat upright, and said in shock and bewilderment: "Dabao! On the head, on the face, who painted this!"

Nanny Gao, Nanny Song, and Nanny Feng, as well as Mai, Xiaosu, and Xiaoli (please distinguish between these two, Xiaosu pronounces Shu, and the word below is rice, while under chestnut is the word wooden), honey The eight elder girls who were waiting in the room stood beside the empress's bed, all of them looked hesitant.

Wan Zhen'er asked subconsciously: "Don't you guys know?" Her voice raised again, staring at the group of people: "Could it be that Dabao has these things on his face when he wakes up?"

Could it be that my master came to draw it?

Uh, it's not impossible, I always feel that my master is more casual (nonsense).

Plop, plop, plop, kneel down a group of people.

Mammy Gao was squeezed in the middle by the nummies on the left and right, both of them pretended to take her as the leader, pushing her to let her speak.Gao Momo usually likes to pinch the tip to take the lead, but now she doesn't want to talk, but if she is squeezed by others, she can't say no: "Go back to your mother, this is the trip when the emperor came in the middle of the night, he, he drew it himself, using There are eyebrows and rouge on the empress’s dressing table.” She looked around guiltily, and the kneeling people on the left and right bowed their heads, so she had the courage to say: “We speculate in private that this may be for the emperor’s sake. Blocking evil spirits, a spell drawn for the little prince."

Wan Zhen'er hugged her son who was painted as a tabby cat without knowing it: "What?"

Dabao was drooling: "Gu acridine" laughed, he looked very smart, but his music was a bit silly.

"It's almost Chinese New Year. In winter, children's yang energy is weak, and they are very easy to get sick. Once they get sick, they may die. The relationship between the emperor and the king is so good, and the king is so effective. It will definitely give the little prince some ideas to ward off evil spirits and increase the yang energy. Think about it, ma'am, the tiger is the king of beasts, he has the most yang energy, and wearing tiger hats on children in winter is to ward off evil spirits, so don't be caught by evil winds."

After listening to Wan Zhen'er, although she didn't believe it intuitively, she somehow felt that it made sense: "Is that so?"

"It must be so, the emperor is the real dragon emperor, uh" He is the real dragon emperor and it has nothing to do with his inexplicable painting of the word 'king' on his son's head.

Wan Zhen'er inexplicably thought of "clouds follow the dragon, wind follow the tiger", "dragon and tiger fight", etc., the latter is a dish.She looked down at her son, who was white and round, fat like a watery glutinous rice ball, with the king character on his face and a beard: "Just draw the king character, what are you doing with a beard?" Like a kitten. "Forget it, forget it, I won't ask you guys, I will ask the emperor when he comes back."

It was difficult for her to wipe off the face painted by the emperor, so she had to leave Dabao in the palace after washing and eating, and went to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager by herself in a warm sedan chair.

Empress Dowager Sun had a lot of wrinkles on her face, but she still sat on the throne with a smile on her face, just like when Wan Zhen'er first saw her, just as the years passed, now she is more and more kind and kind, and the beauty and pride of her youth are completely gone. not see. "Zhen'er, don't say goodbye, come here."

Wan Zhen'er stepped forward quickly and blessed her: "Your Majesty~"