Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

The emperor questioned himself, how could he want to love beauty but not Jiangshan? Is this beauty?

I remember that she didn't look good, could it be the [-]th female college student?Looks better now? "Wan Zhen'er, raise your head."

Wan Zhen'er raised her head and smiled awkwardly.

I saw her broad forehead and bright eyes, a pair of black, straight and thick sword eyebrows, a pair of big eyes bright and sharp, a high nose bridge, and a round face, she looked a little resolute and courageous.She lowered her head like a fat servant, but when she raised her head, she saw the spirit of a dragon and a tiger.

The emperor almost blurted out: Hello, strong man.

Fortunately, after being the emperor for a period of time, he became more and more calm and stable, and finally swallowed these words back.Ask as gently as possible: "Jian Shen, nephew, what do you think is good about her?" If she is the only woman left in the whole harem, I will go and get a little eunuch!real!

Zhu Jianshen didn't hear the astonishment in his uncle's heart, and said happily: "Sister Wan plays with me every day."

Every night a different nanny would sleep with him, but Wan Zhen'er did not.

"Sister Wan told me stories~" For this reason, Wan Zhen'er specially spent money to ask someone to buy novels from outside.

Baby Zhu said sweetly: "She can still lift me up ~ turn ~ circle ~ circle ~ it's fun ~ Uncle, do you want to try?"

The emperor couldn't hold back his smile: "No need." Only those who can carry a tripod can lift me up!

"It's really fun!"

Wan Zhen'er said: "I don't dare to offend the body of the dragon. In His Highness's heart, what good does Zhen'er have?"

Zhu Jianshen thought for a while: "I don't know~"

He said slowly again: "Your place is fine~"

"Writing is also beautiful~"

“It’s nice to eat~”

The emperor couldn't stand it any longer. Would it be nice to throw something up and swallow it in one gulp?My nephew, you are a little uneducated!He interrupted the little prince's thoughts, and said straightforwardly: "My brother, the Zhengtong emperor is coming back, what do you think?"

Zhu Jianshen almost forgot about his father, uh, or rather, he couldn't think of his father when he didn't see Niangniang Qian.

Subconsciously asked: "Sister Wan, who is that?"

Then I remembered: "Ah! It's my father! Isn't he coming back?"

Zhu Qiyu said in his heart: I think so. "It's true, the Oirats sent him back."

Zhu Jianshen's standard of living has not declined in the past few months, and he was not close to his father in the past, so he said relaxedly as if it had nothing to do with him: "Is it true? Is it like the real and fake Monkey King, who came here first?" False, and then come back with a real one, and the two of them will fight?"

Zhu Qiyu: That's fine. I'll give them both a knife and lock them together. The dead one is the real one!

"Maybe, we'll know when we send it back."

Can it be said to be false?I just said he was fake, okay?ah! "Can you play chess?"

"will not."

"Bring the chessboard, I will teach you."

"Is it fun?"

"It's fun~"

Zhao Ji's "Gong Ci": The white sandalwood elephant opera is small and flat, the teeth are brighter and the characters are brighter, the night is quiet and the window is bright with crimson wax, and the jade face is relatively slow.

Now they are also using white sandalwood chessboards, ivory chess pieces, and writing with gold powder mixed by Mitu monks. All the things used in the palace are the best.It's just that Yu Rong next to her...is an old nanny, Wan Zhen'er.

Taught Zhu Jianshen to play a few games of chess, and explained to him the principles of horses walking in the sun, bishops walking in fields, pawns arching forward, and cannons needing forts.

Zhu Qiyu won every round on the premise that he let him have a chariot, a horse, and a cannon.

Eating fruit, winning chess, I feel much better.

Zhu Jianshen was not angry when he lost the game, he held his face and looked at Wan Zhen'er with a smile: "Wan~sister~sister~, what I said is true, I will marry you in the future!"

Wan Zhen'er was a little shy, but also thought it was funny: "You are still young, when you grow up, I will be old."

"The Bull Demon King doesn't feel old when he marries Princess Iron Fan, and I don't think you are old either."

Wan Zhen'er is not good at talking nonsense, and she is too embarrassed to talk nonsense with the prince. If it is passed on to the queen mother, she will be questioned.

Zhu Jianshen chatted cutely for a while, then fell asleep after dinner.

After a few days, everyone began to look forward to eating mooncakes. The palace doesn't often give out snacks to the palace people, only seasonal food is available during festivals. For example, mooncakes are eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wan Zhen'er couldn't help it a few days earlier: "Big girl, take one tael of silver and go to the imperial dining room, no, take five taels of silver and ask them to make mooncakes. Ask if anyone can make hollow mooncakes. If so, make me five baskets."

The maid named Da Niu went, and soon came back with a basket: "Sister Wan, this is Zilaihong, Zilaibai (these two are puff pastry), Wuren, rose bean paste, osmanthus lotus Rong’s, and the hollow moon cake you want, someone can make it, and it will cost three taels of silver.”

Wan Zhen'er didn't know that mooncakes made outside the palace can be made with just flour and eggs, so she agreed: "Okay." She picked up a mooncake and ate it in big mouthfuls: "Oh, it's delicious! Try it."

Zhu Jianshen took it and took a bite: "Oh! It's delicious!" He had forgotten all about eating mooncakes last year.

She took a pen and paper from the prince's desk again, and wrote down the list: prepare six large baskets for cotton bedding, five small baskets for silk bedding, twenty mooncakes of each kind in the big basket, and each kind of mooncake in the small basket. There are six mooncakes each, choose the best-looking one.

Needless to say, the delicate small baskets are for the dignified Shanggong and Guanshi, while the big baskets are for the first-class courtiers.

Passed this piece of paper over, and took 15 taels of silver from the crown prince's money box: "Go."

Five days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, she took people to deliver the mooncakes. The steward's sign and the small fire person beside the emperor, the steward's sign and the small fire person beside the two empress dowagers and empresses of the two palaces were all delivered, and the other The big basket was distributed to colleagues in the East Palace.

Wan Zhen'er: "I've been craving mooncakes lately. Make more, come on, share it with everyone, don't let the masters eat it and let us watch, it's so uncomfortable."

"Our lady is waiting for the Jade Rabbit skirt from the Suzhou Weaving Mansion, and it hasn't come yet."

Cheng En: "Grandpa is seriously ill. He will leave the palace in three days to recuperate. If he recovers well, he will come back. If he recovers poorly..."

The godson of the steward of the Qianqing Palace: "Oh, thank you. The emperor is in a bad mood recently. The emperor is coming back soon. Tell the prince to be careful, your stuffing is too sweet!"

"I heard that Concubine Hang Gui is very restless now, and Empress Dowager Wu's attitude is a little vague."

"Our Queen Mother Sun is not very happy recently."

"Oh, my lady heard that the emperor is coming back, she tried her best to take care of it, but she invited several imperial physicians to see her, and they all said that her eyes could not be cured."

Wan Zhen'er went back for a stroll and had a little understanding of the current situation.In general, when the Supreme Emperor—that little black fat man came back back then, the whole palace became very embarrassed, people's minds changed, tsk, it's really troublesome.

She ran to see Mr. Zhang again and asked this experienced old man for advice. Mr. Zhang warned her again: "Be honest, donating money in the palace is not a bad thing, but don't be too public. I'm planning to come back, Cheng En will take over the duties of our family, you two have a good relationship, as close as you can."

"Hey, I know, grandpa, don't worry, take good care of your illness, and I'll go out of the palace to see you soon."

At least Zhu Qizhen entered Beijing before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The emperor hesitated for a long time, but did not go to meet him. Not only did he not go, but he also summoned all the civil and military officials to "discuss state affairs" and refused to let the ministers go to meet him. I know, don't think about being the emperor again from the Supreme Emperor.

Sitting in the chariot, Zhu Qizhen only felt that the surrounding voices and the surrounding air were both strange and familiar.There are so many thoughts in his mind, he doesn't know what to say and what to do when he sees his mother and younger brother.It's really a bit of nostalgia.

When the chariot stopped, the eunuch who looked familiar but couldn't remember the name knocked on the curtain: "Respectfully invite the Supreme Emperor."

Zhu Qizhen got off the chariot happily, looked left and right, and was furious: "Why are you here?"

The eunuch replied: "The emperor's journey is exhausting. The emperor asks you to rest outside the palace for a few days to wash off the dust and recuperate before entering the palace to meet the queen mother."

The flesh on Zhu Qizhen's face twitched. He only saw a dozen or so women facing him to greet him. The leading woman, the queen, was dressed in clothes. At a glance, she knew it was Qian Shi, and there were a few other children, but none of this mattered. unimportant.Yuan Bin kept giving him winks from the side, and things had to be like this.

The Imperial Army, eunuchs, and Jinyiwei who escorted him here all left in a hurry, and even Yuan Bin was brought back to the Jinyiwei to report on his duties.

Surrounding the Forbidden City, there are four royal gardens: Dongyuan, Xiyuan, Nanyuan and Beiyuan—the name is really unreal.Nanyuan is also called Nangong or Hongqing Palace. It is the place where he lives. As far as the environment here is no different from the palace, it is actually better than the palace, but the Forbidden City is different from Nanyuan.

The political meaning is different.

Empress Qian lowered her head as much as possible: "Your Majesty, you are finally back."

Zhu Qizhen heard the door closed behind him, so it was obvious that the matter had been settled, so he walked towards the queen: "Well, are you all right in the palace? Ah! What's wrong with your face?" He was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks. stop.

Empress Qian's blind eye looked weird, with drooping eyelids and dark pupils. If I had to describe it in color, it was matte black, completely different from the other bright and warm eye.

The people in front of the emperor were always flat-headed and straight-faced, with good facial features. Regardless of whether they were good people, ordinary people or treacherous villains, there was one basic standard, and that was good looks.If he hadn't seen a lot of crooked melons and dates from the Wala people, he would really be frightened by the changed queen now.

Wan Bao'er hurriedly stepped forward, and said softly: "The empress mourns day and night, praying in front of the Buddha, begging the emperor for your safe return, so she broke her eyes from crying, finally touched the Buddha and Bodhisattva, the emperor has returned well."

Zhou Dalian waited eagerly at the side: I gave birth to a prince!I gave birth to a prince!Nothing happened to the queen!What do you care about her!

Zhu Qizhen was so moved that he was about to cry, as expected, we are still married, and my wife loves me the most.Holding Empress Qian's face: "Empress, I'm sorry for you."

Empress Qian was tearing from one eye, choked up crying unspeakably, clutching the emperor's hand, it was really holding hands and looking at teary eyes.

Liu Shi, Fan Shi and others were the big court ladies who took care of Zhu Qizhen when he was a child. After so many years, they are still court ladies, and now they are sent to serve him.

Zhu Qizhen found that the queen's legs were still lame, and when he learned that the person kneeling in front of the Buddha had caught the cold, he was even more sad, so he helped the queen to walk in.

Wan Bao'er was so alert, he supported the queen on the other side, Zhu Qizhen also saw her when he looked at the queen.She comforted her softly: "Now that the emperor is back and the empress and her husband are reunited, the days to come will be full of hardships."

Zhou Dalian pulled her youngest son to the side of the emperor: "Xiaobao can talk now, quickly call father emperor."

How could Zhu Qizhen have the heart to talk to her, he looked at the queen intently, Qian was not as beautiful as before, but she only had me in her heart, and when I was suffering outside the customs, she was also doing asceticism in the palace.After talking with the queen all night, he didn't rest until dawn.

A few days later, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. It stands to reason that on the reunion day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Supreme Emperor should enter the palace to meet the mother and child, but no.

The palace just sent a banquet, and this attitude was similar to a reward.

Zhu Qi calmly drank his sorrows away, and all the women came to accompany him.

"Your Majesty, it's hard to drink too much wine, and this slave will sing you a little song before going down to the bar."

"Okay."