The atmosphere of the Ming family was very solemn when the officials of the Ministry of Rites sent off the decree.
Ming Jingzhou held the imperial decree, his hands trembling slightly, as if it was not the imperial decree embroidered with the golden dragon auspicious cloud pattern, but a thousand-pound hammer.
"Uncle Third." Ming Cunfu was worried that Ming Jingzhou would not be able to get up in one breath and fainted, so he quickly got up and helped him up.
The marriage between the cousin and the royal family was a good thing, but when she thought of who Jiuzhu was going to marry, she couldn't say "Congratulations".
No one in the capital knew that His Majesty favored Concubine Su, especially King Chen who was born to Concubine Su.
When King Chen was less than fifteen years old, he was crowned king together with the eldest prince who was five years older than him. Now that he is double ten years old, the mansion outside the palace is resplendent, but it is often used by His Majesty to stay in the palace, and other princes and princesses have to avoid his edge.
There were rumors in the court that King Chen was the invisible prince. If it wasn't for Concubine Su Gui's low background, King Chen would not occupy either the heir or the head. His Majesty would have named him the heir, but King Chen had nothing but the good face given by Concubine Su. Other than that, there is nothing worthy of praise. Many ministers in the DPRK do not want this successor.
Jiu Zhu knelt on the ground, looked at her sad father, and at her broken-hearted cousin, lifted up her skirt and got up, carefully rubbed against Ming Jingzhou, took the imperial decree and looked at it.
"The imperial decree says that King Chen's talent is pure and beautiful, and he is handsome and learned. They are all good words." Rolling up the imperial decree and stuffing it back into Ming Jingzhou's hands, Jiuzhu patted his wrist: "Dad, don't be so sad."
Looking at his daughter's sweet and charming face, Ming Jingzhou's voice trembled: "Xishi Wang Po is boasting about selling melons, not to mention..."
What's more, His Majesty married a daughter-in-law to his son.
Ming Cunfu coughed dryly and reminded his third uncle not to offend the royal family: "Sister, the third uncle and Wei brother are because they are reluctant to marry you."
At that time, their lineage lost power in the court and were sent to a place of bitter cold. In order to save the newly born little cousin, the third uncle entrusted her to the elders of the clan. Later, when the current saint ascended the throne, his father was rehabilitated with his second uncle and third uncle, and he returned to Beijing to serve again.
Although the Beijing officials were not allowed to leave the capital without an edict, the third uncle sent people to pick up the younger cousin from the Lingzhou clan many times.
But the third uncle and the third aunt really missed their children. After the cousin was nursed back for a year, they spent a lot of money to invite a doctor to accompany them, and then they brought back the six-year-old cousin.
As soon as the "little cousin" was brought back to the house, the third aunt felt that something was wrong. Although the little girl looked a bit like her and the third uncle, she just suspected that this child was not her blood.
Later, I found out that it turned out that not long after the three brothers were distributed, the people in the clan were afraid of offending the officials and dared not support her, so they abandoned her in the wilderness.
The name Jiuzhu means that her parents treat her like jade and beads. But those ruthless clansmen discarded their treasures at will.
When the three uncles and three aunts learned the truth, they were heartbroken, and even sent the fake cousin back to Lingzhou and opened an ancestral hall.
His father and the second uncle and the third uncle came from the same lineage. After being assigned to the bitter cold land, they supported each other and shared weal and woe. Naturally, he couldn't bear this sigh of relief, and together they drew a genealogy with the third uncle's family. Since then, the three families have nothing to do with the Ming family in Lingzhou.
Jiuzhu was found in a small and broken Taoist temple in Lingzhou with his servants a few months ago. The walls of the Taoist temple are mottled, the tiles are broken and the windows are broken, so shabby that even mice are reluctant to come.
The sixteen-year-old sister was holding the big steamed bun with a satisfied expression on her face. Seeing him, she hurriedly hid the steamed bun behind her, and said, "Young Master is still fortune-telling, and the gods in our Taoist temple are very clever."
Ming Cunfu looked at the statue that had accumulated dust on the altar, but he really couldn't see where its spirit was.
But later, he still hoped that the Taoist temple would be effective. After all, the two female Taoist priests said that he was blessed by Wenquxing.
As a scholar, who doesn't like Toad Palace Zhegui.
It must be spiritual!
"Sixth Brother Fu." Jiuzhu pulled La Ming Cunfu's sleeve: "What are you thinking?"
Ming Cunfu retracted his mind, and before he could speak, he heard hurried footsteps from outside the courtyard.
"Is your mother back?" Jiu Zhu walked quickly to the door, just in time to see Shen shi walking towards him.
Shen shi, who was still a little anxious at first, saw Jiuzhu standing at the door, and her expression softened instantly: "Jiuzhu, why are you standing at the door, it's cold in the late autumn, don't blow your face."
Jiuzhu smelled the smell of incense on Shen's body, reached out to support Shen's arm and walked into the house: "Don't worry, mother, I have thick skin and can't blow it."
The mother and daughter have been together for a long time, and they have become very close. Perhaps this is the invisible fate between mother and daughter.
As soon as Mrs. Shen was seated, she ordered the servants to make soup for Jiuzhu. She looked at her daughter's little face, her eyes filled with distress.
There is a kind of thinness that makes my mother feel very thin.
In the past ten years, Jiuzhu has experienced all kinds of hardships in her mind, so that when she sees the poor people in the opera, she can't help but think of it, what if her daughter also has such a miserable life, what should she do?
So after Jiuzhu stood in front of her alive and white, she developed the habit of feeding her daughter from time to time. It seems that the mother's love of these fifteen years is to be crushed and boiled, ground into the most delicate powder, and gently wrapped around the child, so that the child can understand that she has always loved her, distressed her, and never abandoned her.
Fortunately, Shen shi likes to eat stuffed food, and Jiuzhu also likes to eat it. This full of motherly love is poured into Jiuzhu's stomach smoothly.
"Just now, the concierge said that the Ministry of Rites has come to pass the decree." Shen shi caressed the sleeve pocket, which contained an amulet she asked for for her daughter: "What's the matter?"
"Just now, the Ministry of Rites passed an decree that His Majesty will serve as a matchmaker for King Chen and wants to marry Jiuzhu as Princess Chen."
"Which king?"
"Chen... King."
"What concubine?"
"Princess Chen."
Ming Cunfu was afraid that the third aunt would get angry, so he quickly added: "Zhengfei."
The room fell silent instantly, and after a long time, Shen shi shoved the half-drawn amulet back.
What a goddess, even her daughter can't bless her, what's the use of praying around!
The more she thought about it, the more angry she got, and she wanted to go out the door.
"Madam, calm down, calm down!" Ming Jingzhou quickly got up and pulled her sleeve: "If you have something to say, let's close the door and talk slowly."
Don't go to the palace gate, you will lose your head!
Jiu Zhu looked at the two parents you were pulling me, and asked in confusion, "Isn't King Chen okay?"
Ming Jingzhou and Shen shi turned their heads to look at their daughter, their eyes full of grief and anger that the rare treasure was dug up by the bandits.
"Sit down and talk slowly." The people of Lingzhou spoke softly and softly. Jiuzhu grew up in a Taoist temple in Lingzhou. This opening, like acting like a spoiled child, made the hearts of the husband and wife softened into a ball.
"This person, King Chen..." Ming Jingzhou hesitated, opened and closed his mouth, and sighed after a while: "I'm going to the palace to ask Your Majesty to take back the Holy Order because of my father."
"He looks extremely ugly?" Seeing that his father didn't want to mention King Chen, in Jiuzhu's mind, the image of a blue-faced fangs, a bear gibbon appeared.
She lowered her head and touched her slender wrist, and Jiu Zhu felt that the tonic soup brought by the maid was not fragrant in an instant.
"Ugly is not ugly, but what about King Chen..." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment: "It's hard to say anything."
Not only is he not ugly, but he also has a face that a little girl likes. But as a man, as a prince, just having a face is not enough.
Throwing the image of green face and fangs out of his mind, Jiuzhu looked at Ming Jingzhou with bright eyes: "Father, let's talk slowly."
"King Chen's biological mother, Concubine Su Gui, was born in a family of merchants. Since entering the palace, she has been favored by His Majesty for many years. Over the years, His Majesty has made Su Gui Concubine the king, and even the title is overshadowed by other princes."
Chen, Ji Ye, means the place where heaven and earth meet, and has a special meaning. How can an emperor take such a title for a young son.
"There is no queen in the palace, what does it matter which maiden your Majesty likes?" Jiuzhu didn't think it was difficult to explain.
"You don't understand." As one of the civil servants, the grievances and grievances between Wang Chen's mother and son and the civil servants were enough to compile ten books, and they were instinctively sold in the market.
Ming Jingzhou straightened his official robes: "Ask your mother and cousin to accompany you to talk, and for your father, I will go to the palace to meet your majesty."
He finally got it back, such a cute, innocent girl, how could she marry someone like King Chen!
"Father..." Jiuzhu stretched out her hand to stop her, but her father's back was too firm, and she only touched a corner of her clothes.
"Don't stop him." Shen shi opened his mouth to stop: "Let him try, at least..."
At least feel better.
"Drink the soup." Thinking that the soup served by the maid hadn't entered her daughter's stomach, Shen shi squeezed out a smile and brought the soup to her.
No man can stop her from raising her daughter.
"Madam." The servants hurried to the door to pass the message: "Someone from Mingyue Palace said that Concubine Su Gui had acquired a famous painting and calligraphy, and invited the young lady to enter the palace to appreciate the painting."
When did you get involved with Concubine Su Gui about such things as appreciation of calligraphy and painting
Shen shi held the soup steadily and smiled at Jiuzhu: "Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry. After drinking, let someone accompany you to wash up."
After drinking the soup in two or three mouthfuls, when Jiuzhu got up and went to the backyard, she faintly saw the housekeeper and a middle-aged woman in a purple outer skirt walking towards him.
"That's the daughter of your mansion, right?" The maid of the Mingyue Palace stopped, looked at the back in the distance, and smiled at the leading lady, "Although I haven't seen the real face, I know at a glance that the daughter of your manor is pure and innocent. Outstanding."
"Hehe, my aunt is rude."
The steward's mother thought, you can pull it down. From such a distance, you can tell if it's a male or a female.
Before getting married, she praised the woman so much. After marriage, she saw a lot of her in-laws who were scornful of the woman's nose and eyes.
Is this female official trying to praise their lady
It is clear that she has taken a fancy to the lady's identity as a civil servant!
People in the palace are dirty.
"Spring Equinox, this phoenix-tailed hairpin is very heavy." Jiu Zhu supported the golden hairpin by her temples, worried that it would fall off. This is made of pure gold wire, and it is very valuable at first glance.
The drop beads swayed around her temples, making that little face even more delicate and lovely.
Being watched by these watery eyes like a newborn puppy, the heart of the spring equinox was crisp and numb, and he quickly looked away: "Miss, when you enter the palace to see the imperial concubine, you have to dress up."
When I put down the jade comb in my hand, I accidentally put it on the edge of the dressing table, and it was about to fall. Before the vernal equinox could call out, I saw the young lady grab the jade comb and put it back on the table.
"Miss." The maid outside reminded in a low voice, "The carriage in the palace is ready."
Jiuzhu stepped onto the carriage that entered the palace confidently. Occasionally, she would paint in the Taoist temple, but because the two masters were very poor, she threw ink, ink, ink, and ink.
But both masters praised her, and she is also very accomplished in painting, so it should not be difficult for her to appreciate painting.
"Madam." Seeing her solemn expression, the confidant, who was supporting Shen shi, comforted her, "Miss is the blood of you and your lord, and she must be very talented in painting."
Shen Shi: "..."
Finished calf.