As a child, he especially hated this day, hated being sent to the temple hungry. He hated the wooden stake-like monk reciting "The Curse of Rebirth" over and over again, and he even hated the crying of the concubine or the hysteria. Or pear blossoms with rain, or cute and pitiful...
This is his birthday!
Why do you always spend it this way? !
He knew that it was his mother's tablet on the altar. But so what? Why do you have to be reminded over and over again. Was it his mother's death in exchange for his new life
Is this what he wants? Is this something he can choose again
Is it really his fault
Or, is he really so unforgivable? Do you deserve to spend a lifetime of joy in burying your mother? !
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He was angry, he yelled. He even went to the imperial study room to have a big fight with Zhong Zhiheng, in exchange for being ordered to be imprisoned in the clan mansion for a whole month. When you come out of the clan mansion. He lost twenty catties, and lost a layer of skin.
What is the Zongren Mansion? That is a place set up by the ancestors to punish the royal family, no matter how powerful you are. As long as the Lord Long Live orders. This is a place that is more terrifying than the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.
then. At the age of twelve, Zhong Mingwei became the first prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty to enter the clan's residence and be punished.
After coming out of the clan mansion. Zhong Mingwei has become a different person, the young man who used to be full of flowers, angry horses, and wanton is gone. It was replaced by the eldest prince who was deep in the city and calm.
Since then, every July 7th, he no longer uses his servants to wake him up. Because he won't sleep at all, he will sit alone in the study, facing the dark garden outside the window for a whole night, maybe the moon is bright and the stars are thin, maybe the mist is thick and the clouds are thick, or it's the bleak wind Leng Yu, he just sat alone, no one knew what he was thinking.
Empress Zhenxian's sacrificial ceremony, year after year, his age has also grown year after year, and his body kneeling in front of the altar will no longer be awkward and wronged like a child, but straight and straight. Like a pine, "The Curse of Rebirth" and the crying of the woman were still in my ears as before, but he didn't find it so annoying anymore.
Seems like everything should be.
The queen mother patted him on the shoulder and praised him for being sensible, but he smiled and said nothing.
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Today is the thirty-second memorial day for his mother, the Zhenxian Empress Xu Siyao.
In previous years, he would have knelt on the cold and hard floor tiles of Baohua Temple at this time, but at this moment, he was in the most desolate and desolate border land of Dazhou. In the unbearable room, but he felt extremely relaxed, he was at ease from top to bottom, from inside to outside.
It was dawn, and he was a little thirsty. When he was pursing his lips, he heard footsteps. Hearing the brisk footsteps, his lips curled up involuntarily.
"Are you thirsty?" Ah Chou came in with a tray. There were two soup bowls in the tray, and the tops were turned upside down by A Chou with two bowls. I don't know what was in it, but it was really delicious.
Zhong Mingwei stared intently at the two soup bowls, and his stomach started to thump, but A Chou didn't understand the style at all, so he poured him a cup of tea and handed it over: "Drink tea first, it's neither hot nor cold. ,Just right."
Drink tea before meals, this is the rule set by A Chou for him. He has been lying on his stomach or lying down on the bed for a long time, his stomach digests slowly, and it is easy to accumulate food. After A Chou rubbed his stomach for several days in a row , set such a rule for him.
Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he drank tea in three sips, while sucking the drops of water on his lips, while staring at the two soup bowls, the elegance and nobility in the past were gone.
Ah Chou knew that he was hungry, so he opened the upside-down bowl with a smile, and then a bowl of hot noodle soup was served in front of Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei stared at the steaming noodles. The noodles are yellow-orange-orange, with a spoonful of bright red chili on top of the noodles, and a handful of oily green vegetables floating softly on the side.