"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew and electricity, so they should be viewed as such..." A wisp of faint smoke scattered into the depths of the temple, and there were murmurs of Sanskrit singing, and occasionally a few words came out of the curtain.
The floor is branded with slender window lattice patterns, all of which are endless, and the bright gold brick floor seems to have the edges and corners of patterns. The inner officials held their breaths and the hall was extremely quiet, only the sandalwood incense could be heard far away, like a deep temple.
"My lord, this way please," the newly appointed eunuch Wang Cong, Bingbi Division, bowed his body, looking very affectionate, "The queen mother is doing her homework in the Buddhist hall, and my lord sits a little wider, so the servants will send someone to report to the queen mother. "
Prince Yu nodded and asked, "Where's the emperor?"
"The emperor just fell asleep, ouch, this little master is really amazing, the nannies were sweating profusely, and finally the queen mother took it, and she was coaxed to sleep. The crying voice was so loud, Tsk tsk, the old master said that our Long Live Lord will definitely be the emperor of martial arts in the future, and the cry is amazing."
After sitting for a while, I heard the sound of curtains and the rustling of clothes, and then the familiar fragrance came faintly.
He got up and saluted: "I have seen the Queen Mother."
"My lord, you don't need to be polite, please sit down." Across the curtain, one could hear his gentle tone. As the regent, he had a dignified posture, and the young queen mother did not receive his courtesy every day, but was very polite.
The internal officials all retreated, and he explained all the matters discussed by the cabinet today. Through the curtain, he could only vaguely see her wearing a plain white filial dress, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes. Because the first emperor died less than a year ago, so the whole palace is still in mourning. That touch of plain white seems to be the rhododendrons at the bottom of the curtain, without half the color of makeup, but it is shining in the eyes.
After several important court affairs were finished, there was a brief silence, and she suddenly asked, "Why are you here so late today?"
He hesitated for a moment: "Today, I will discuss the river project with several cabinet ministers..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw her standing up gracefully, stretched out her white hand, and opened the curtain, he just stood up without making a sound , silently took a step back. She walked up to him gracefully, and suddenly smiled, "Di'er just fell asleep after crying for a long time, why don't you look at him?"
The little emperor, who had just passed the moon, was lying in the cradle and sleeping soundly in the East Nuan Pavilion. The swaddling baby was cloth from hundreds of families. I sewed it up stitch by stitch with my own hands, just to make a living like the folks, but this hundred cloth swaddle was covered with a small quilt made of brocade dragons made of gold thread. Below, there is no such dignity. Probably because it was too warm, the child's little face was flushed. He smiled unconsciously, and was about to reach out to touch the child's face, but he was afraid that his hands would be cold and wake him up.
Ru Shuang stood beside him, and said softly: "It's really cruel—at this point, you still refuse to make plans for our mother and son."
Startled, he slowly straightened up and looked at her.
She sneered: "Don't look at me like that, Wu Zhaoyi gave birth to a son the day before yesterday, but you sent someone to replace it with a baby girl. You can hide this from others, so are you planning to hide it from me?"
He frowned forbearance: "That's the fourth brother's child."
"Keeping him is the root of disaster."
"No!" He burst out suddenly, "I don't allow it!"
The sound was a little louder, and the baby in the cradle twitched in shock, and immediately burst into tears with a "wow".
She picked up the child, patted and coaxed him, and stared at him fiercely: "Just because of Di'er, we can't keep that troublesome child."
"No!" His face was terribly gloomy, "Mu Rushuang, if you dare to do such a thing, from now on, we will cut off our friendship. If you listen to the government behind the curtain, I will never set foot in the court again."
Rushuang sneered, and gradually coaxed the child back to sleep, before she lightly annoyed: "Look at you, it seems like you want to eat people. You throw Wusha and lose your temper every now and then, so cruel. This huge imperial court has a lot of things to think about, what should I do if I am a woman? Di'er is just full moon, and you really don't feel sorry for him at all?" He leaned down and kissed the child's face, and suddenly said, "Hey! You Look, Dier is smiling!"
It's really smiling. The full-term baby's carefree smile in his sleep seems to melt all the ice in this world, and his heart softens when he smiles.
Ru Shuang said softly: "I know you can't bear it, but that child really can't stay. If there is him, there will be no Dier, and if there is Dier, there will be no him. No matter how much we suffer." She whispered as if Nanan, "Di'er is still young, how can you not plan for him?"
Prince Yu just felt irritated and inexplicable: "We'll talk about this matter another day."
Rushuang didn't push her anymore, and asked with a smile: "Is it okay to have lunch here? I asked the small kitchen to cook. It was cold and I rode back on an empty stomach. There must be a lot of people at the door." Waiting for you to discuss matters, you will not be able to take care of food, and you will be hungry and hurt your stomach when you turn around."
Prince Yu didn't want to stay longer in this Palace of Compassion and Peace: "If the Empress Dowager has nothing else to do, I will take my leave first." Then she got up and wanted to leave, but she hugged the child with one hand and grabbed his sleeve with the other. He just said: "Di'er, ask your uncle to stay and have a meal with our mother and son. Alas, it's your fate after all, your father is so cruel, he left the two of us alone."
Prince Yu saw that she was so pitiful, her eyes were full of water, she looked like she was about to cry, after all, she couldn't stand her soft words, so he had to stay.
When he came out of the palace, it was already late, the winter days were short, and it was already time to light the lanterns when he returned to the mansion. As usual, there was a lot of traffic outside the mansion, watermelon lanterns with official titles written on them one after another, half of the alley was filled with official sedan chairs, carriages and horses, seeing the Prince Regent's honor guard from a distance, a slight commotion in the alley could not help but occur. Yu Wei at the door had already come out to greet him.
Prince Yu got off the horse, and the lamp was being held by the door, the inner officer holding the wax saw him, and hurriedly dropped his hands to avoid it. A lantern as big as a kangaroo had just been lit, and because it was a national mourning, the candlelight reflected a line of flat and thin blue characters on the white-bottomed lamp: "Edict to build the Prince Regent's Mansion". The other lamp has not been lit yet, and in the early night, the snow-white lamp shakes slightly in the wind, like the giant eyes of a monster, flickering unidentified.
After dealing with several important official duties, the manager saw Kong and reported to him: "My lord, Chi Tijue is back."
Because of his meritorious service in calming the chaos, Chi Jinran, who was about 20 years old, had already been appointed to the jurisdiction of the government, and he was only in casual clothes at this time. When he came in, he saluted Prince Yu. Prince Yu waved his hand, and all the maids in the room immediately retreated. clean up.
"This nanny was raised by Fuye's brothers since she was a child, so others dare not tell her, but she must be reliable. It's just that the place is hard to find for a while, so I have to find it slowly."
Prince Yu's voice was somewhat tired: "No need, just leave the child in the mansion."
Chi Jinran was taken aback: "Stay in the mansion—"
"Stay in the mansion," Prince Yu quickly made up his mind, "Go and tell the masters, and write an official report to the clan mansion for me, saying that I have accepted the name—let the clan mansion record the score."
Chi Jinran didn't expect him to have such a plan, he hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that in the palace..."
Prince Yu said: "She doesn't dare, as long as she keeps this child by my side, she doesn't dare, she still has some fears about me, for a while, she still doesn't dare to act rashly."
Chi Jinran thought about it for a while, although he felt something was wrong, but the current situation was compelling, and there was really no other way out. So he was silent for a while, and asked again: "Since it is going to be included in the score, the prince has to give the child a name, so that it can be recorded in the report."
According to the custom, the name of the prince of this life should be from wood, so the name of the little emperor is "Di". It was carefully selected by the Ministry of Rites for three months, and more than ten characters were selected from the classics, and then presented to the regent and the queen mother for review. Make the word "Di". From then on, all over the world, anyone who encounters this character needs to lack a pen as a taboo, and the people can no longer call it directly, because it is the emperor's name.
As for the child in the mansion, although he survived untold hardships, even as the regent's son, his name cannot be changed from the tree, otherwise, it would be arrogance, and the name of the clan son can only be changed from the day.
"It's called Yao," Prince Yu quickly made up his mind, "When the sun rises, there is Yao." He raised his head and looked at the dark night outside the window, as if sighing, "Although the night is long, there will always be dawn. "