In September of the first year of Yanxi, the rain was continuous, the dark clouds rolled over, and the glazed tiles of the red walls sank into the misty mist.
After Xiao Yu came out of Kunning Palace, he turned around and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Eunuch Sheng silently raised the oil-paper umbrella and quickened his pace.
Raindrops crackled overhead.
Returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiao Yu went to the desk, turned around and took a piece of new ink from the grid, put it on the Duanshi dragon pattern inkstone, and took some fine pigments such as azurite, cinnabar, garcinia, and stone green. .
Sheng Gong guild understood, and immediately used a copper spoon to measure the water into the inkstone. The new ink was used for the first time and could not be re-grinded. Eunuch Sheng's wrist strength was very light, and a uniform rustling sound rang in the hall.
Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, flattened a piece of rice paper with a ruler, dipped a pen in ink, and smeared his memory on the rice paper.
The woman's bun, red bead hairpin, high nose, smiling eyebrows, even the cloud pattern on her clothes are her favorite patterns.
Xiao Yu looked at Jasper in her youth and slowly put down the pen.
Eunuch Sheng tentatively said: "Your Majesty... can you eat?"
Xiao Yu put the painting into the flat box, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, let someone bring water in."
"The slave is going here."
Eunuch Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to greet him outside.
The emperor took a shower, got up and went to Shou'an Palace.
Concubine Sun walked to the couch, picked up a ball of warm meat, and put it in Xiao Yu's hand.
The child's body was curled up. Because it was premature, it was not much bigger than the palm of a man's hand. He was not very good at holding it. Both hands were rigidly supporting the little prince's buttocks, and his heart was faintly trembling.
An indescribable taste burst out in my heart with the warmth of my palm.
He really had a child and really became a father, but...
Tai Fei Sun helped him straighten his posture.
Tai Concubine Sun didn't dare to say who this child looked like, for fear of causing sadness, so she only said, "Everything is fine in Shou'an Palace, Your Majesty can rest assured."
Xiao Yu nodded, "Concubine Lao has been bothered."
Concubine Sun said: "Where is this, it is a blessing for your majesty to let the old man look after the eldest prince."
Seeing that Xiao Yun didn't cry or make trouble, Xiao Yu said again, "Princess, why has he been silent?"
Grand Concubine Sun frowned and continued: "The imperial doctor also mentioned this yesterday, but after looking at his throat, he said it was okay, maybe it was because of his hi-jing temperament."
Xiao Yu nodded lightly.
Concubine Sun led the people out, leaving only the father and son.
As soon as the door closed, the little prince kicked his legs and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were facing each other, Xiao Yu looked at the eyes that were like grapes washed with water, his arms seemed to have been electrocuted, he opened his mouth dumbly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yun..."
"Father is here..."
Of course, the child didn't understand what he was talking about. He just blinked his eyes in confusion. Soon, he fell asleep again. The little meat group slept very peacefully.
Xiao Yu put him on the couch, covered the quilt, and placed the portrait of the queen beside his pillow.
He stared at the small hand that was less than three fingers wide in front of him and pondered for a long time.
At dusk, he left Shou'an Palace.
There was no sadness in the man's eyes, but his back was no longer as straight and straight as when he came.
—
After that day, Xiao Yu returned to morning and evening.
After the Queen's death, the harem was in vain. Li Yuan once dared to meet him once in the Imperial Garden, holding a cup of Korean ginseng porridge in his hand, bowed and said, "My concubine has seen Your Majesty, Your Majesty is safe."
Soft and soft spoken, charming.
However, he didn't look at her, and he seemed to pass her without even frowning.
"His Majesty!"
Li Yuan closed her eyes and clenched her fists, turned to look at his back, the black dragon robe fluctuated with the wind, as if a golden dragon was lying at her feet. At this moment, she sincerely hoped that the person in front of her was an amorous emperor.
The king is in the world, the concubines and concubines are like clouds, and the rain and dew are all soaked.
Can have fun with her.
A hot soup shattered on the ground and wet Li Yuan's skirt. She knew that when the queen left, he would never go to Changchun Palace to listen to her singing again.
Or maybe he hadn't heard of it.
—
There seemed to be countless things waiting for him to do in order to rectify the administration of officials, innovate taxation, and reorganize finances.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation is business as usual, but the emperor is a little busier.
The imperial court wanted to recruit new talents through the imperial examinations. However, departments such as the Ministry of Personnel and Hanlin that could participate in the selection and adjustment of officials were all in the hands of the Chu family.
In desperation, the emperor personally promoted a person to the Hanlin Academy, named Zhong Bonian.
Lu Ze tentatively said: "It seems that you can try it. Your Majesty will put people in the Hanlin Academy. I'm afraid that Duke Chu will also make a move..."
Xiao Yu turned the wrench on his hand and said, "Hanlin, Sansi, I have to move."
Lu Ze nodded and said, "I immediately sent someone to stare at Zhong Bonian."
Xiao Yu gave a low "um" and said again: "What do you think about Xu Bowei, the minister of punishment?"
Lu Ze thought for a moment, and said, "The Xu family is very noble, and his roots in Beijing are not deep. He has been in the penal department for six years and has achieved outstanding political achievements, but he does not have close contacts with Xue Shangshu. The minister thinks that he is a useful person."
Xiao Yu pressed his fist to his lips and coughed twice.
Lu Ze was about to speak, but the emperor spoke first: "Okay, you go down first."
Lu Ze came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and another minister who was waiting to be summoned walked in again.
Lu Ze turned his head and looked at the candle flames that kept going all night in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He tilted his head and whispered to Eunuch Sheng, "Has your majesty called an imperial physician recently?"
Eunuch Sheng sighed, "I saw it, but..."
Lu Ze said, "But what?"
"Ning Imperial Physician advised His Majesty to stop the court and recuperate." Sheng Gonggong clapped his left hand on the heart of his right and whispered, "Your Majesty, two court days a day is not enough, how can you stop court? Eh, Commander Lu, it's up to you to persuade him. Well, although the servants do not understand the important affairs of the DPRK and China, they also know the truth that haste is not enough, what can be more important than the dragon body right now..."
Lu Zezui said don't worry, but he knew very well in his heart that the emperor would not be able to let go of himself.
Lu Yanqing knew better than anyone what the emperor's feelings for the Empress Yuan were.
When they first got married, His Royal Highness King Jin was hanging out all day, and when he raised a glass and drank his wife, he just sneered, "She has entered the royal jade, how dare you manage me to leave the book? Since Su Jingbei If you don't teach her well, then I will discipline her myself."
It looks like he can't wait to use a whip to train soldiers.
Of course, after the discipline, it became, "Yanqing, I won't go to drink tonight, I just returned to Beijing, I'll go back to the mansion first."
The years are long, and I don't know who is in charge of who.
It rained non-stop, and it turned into snow in winter.
Eunuch Sheng didn't dare to mention the matter of flipping the brand. He couldn't go to Wenrou Township, so he could only make medicated meals for him in a different way.
Seeing the full moon hanging high, Eunuch Sheng bowed and said with a smile: "The New Year is approaching, since it is time for the officials to rest, why don't your Majesty rest earlier?"
Xiao Yu nodded and said, "Go and prepare water."
In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the soothing incense in the furnace was filled with fog, and Xiao Yu slowly closed his eyes.
As the night fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew up outside, beating against the double window.
Xiao Yu frowned, his throat was a little dry, and he said hoarsely, "A Ling, get me a glass of water."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a dead silence in the room.
He closed his eyes, slowly stretched out his hand, and rubbed the empty bedding beside him. His heart was twisted like a knife, and the air became thin.
"Sanlang, it's windy outside, I'm a little cold."
"Don't press me, it's too heavy..."
"Your Majesty is ill? Do you want to call an imperial physician?"
There were echoes in the ears, but the person left completely.
He sat up slowly, looked out the window with red eyes, and suddenly felt that those habits hidden in memory were like a dull knife, and it hurt him.
Xiao Yu raised his hand to cover his forehead and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Ah Ling, what should I do, there are still so long in the future.
—
Before the meeting began, the cabinet began to impeach Zhong Bonian and cited two major crimes. Chu Luwei angrily rebuked Zhong Bonian for being rich, pedantic, and unrealistic.
The aristocratic family has always rallied to attack the lowly new nobles in the hands of the imperial power.
Zhong Bonian was imprisoned the next day. At the same time, Mu Kangjing, the censor of the Zuodu, died violently in the brothel. The emperor ordered Xu Bowei, the servant of the Punishment Department, to be the censor of the Zuodu.
At the end of the first year of Yanxi, to the autumn of the second year, the court was turbulent, and the government affairs were complicated.
Going to court, meeting ministers, and receiving foreign guests, Xiao Yu was so busy that even Eunuch Sheng felt that time was a good medicine, and that some things had passed.
It wasn't until a few months later that Lu Ze sent a letter from Su Huaian.
The old wound was not healed, and the new one started again. Xiao Yu held the letter, his knuckles turned white, he suddenly vomited blood, and fell to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.