Throughout the dynasties, there were not many crown princes who successfully succeeded to the throne. Especially after witnessing the sorrow of the former crown prince and old prince Yi Zhong, Liu Hong felt inexplicably afraid of the upcoming crown prince ceremony.
Is the imperial grandfather not wise enough? Uncle is not loyal and filial enough? The father's kindness and his son's filial piety were a good story for eternity, but who would have thought that at the end of the forty-ninth year of Zhaowu, there would be bloodshed at the palace gate.
Having personally experienced that tragedy, Liu Hong was more vigilant than anyone else, even a little too vigilant.
Jia Cong told the story in full, but Liu Hong was still a little uneasy.
"Brother Cong, I'd better not give it up. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry right now..."
Jia Cong rolled his eyes, good guy, are you scared?
Others are afraid of being jealous of their own father, but you are afraid of your balls!
The heir chosen by two generations of emperors together, no one in the world is more secure than your position as crown prince.
And why the emperor chose officials and ministers for his son so early was because he suffered the loss and felt sorry for his son.
Forget it, this is a disease, and it needs to be cured by the emperor himself.
Jia Cong explained and analyzed, and Liu Hong finally felt a little more at ease. The two of them skipped the topic tacitly and talked about the New Deal.
Young people, full of energy, the two of them talked from official administration to taxation, and from taxation to the expansion of territory.
The two of them went around the unfolded map to conquer the area, directly planting Daxia's flag into the hinterland of Tianzhu.
"Gulu, Gulu..."
"Snoring, snoring..."
Huh? Why do I still snore when I'm hungry?
Jia Cong looked towards the source of the purring. The two little girls who were playing on the blanket were sleeping soundly in the big cat's arms.
The fluffy and warm big cat provided the best place to sleep. The two little girls cuddled up against each other and slept soundly.
Liu Hong sighed softly: "Chun'er doesn't even have a playmate in the palace. Only today did I see real joy on her face."
"The palace is full of fine clothes and fine food, but it is also like a huge prison. Even a saint doesn't like to stay in the Forbidden City, let alone a little girl."
Jia Cong didn't want to avoid it, and sighed: "Fourth brother, if you are upset, come and play with me. After being locked up in the palace for a long time, the door in your heart will slowly close, and the emperor will be lonely." If you are a widower, don't really become a loner."
"What you said is similar to what my father said..."
Liu Hong put his hand on Jia Cong's shoulder. The two were more than six years apart in age, but they also had inexplicable like-minded interests.
He smiled and said, "My father often envied my grandfather for having a close friend, Lord Daishan, and my uncle had friends like Lord Jing and Lord Pardon. But besides Xia Daban, he was the only one I could really relate to. not a single one."
The current emperor succeeded to the throne in a hurry and has never received the education of an orthodox prince, let alone a loyal minister or close friend.
He has been imitating, imitating his father and imitating his elder brother. It was not until the beginning of this year that he truly walked his own path.
I have to say that the emperor is very good, but at the same time very sad. When he was a prince, he could eat meat and drink wine with his friends from time to time. After he ascended the throne, he really became a widower.
"Fourth brother, that's why Your Majesty is anxious to find more like-minded ministers in the East Palace for you. He is worried that you will follow his old path and fall into the same situation."
Liu Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Why are you bringing this up again? Okay, okay, it's noon, won't you treat me to dinner? My stomach is growling with hunger." Chinese website
"Suck, suck..."
Suddenly there was the sound of slobbering from the side, and then Xichun's soft and waxy voice shouted: "Eat, eat, third brother, I'm hungry!"
The little princess nestled next to Xichun was also wiping away the non-existent saliva and babbling: "Eat, eat, third brother, I'm hungry!"
With the arrival of the future crown prince, the Rongguo Mansion will naturally flourish.
Rongxi Hall had already arranged the kitchen to prepare the banquet. The old lady personally sent the maid Yuanyang to keep an eye on her at all times. She also had people come to the east cross courtyard early to wait.
With.
Liu Hong raised his forehead and said, "I should have gone to see Mrs. Tai first. It's so rude."
Jia Cong did not refuse. The royal family had always been very kind to the Jia family, and the old lady was the widow of a saint's best friend. According to folk wisdom, the old lady was Liu Hongzheng's elder and grandmother.
He asked the maid to go to Rongxi Hall in advance to report, while he accompanied Liu Hong to walk slowly to Rongxi Hall.
The two little girls were following behind, arm in arm, and the big cat had two little meows on its head, waving its tails as guards.
When they arrived at Rongxi Hall, the old lady was already waiting at the door with the support of Mrs. Xing, and Baoyu, Jia Lan and Jia Huan were standing beside her.
"I (the minister's wife) pay my respects to His Highness the Fourth Prince!"
"I (minor) pay homage to His Highness the Fourth Highness!"
Liu Hong hurriedly greeted the old lady and personally helped the old lady up: "Madam, you really offended me. You are the elder. You salute me. It's time for my grandfather to scold me again."
The dignified prince and future heir apparent were so courteous and virtuous, which gave the old lady so much face and made her feel so happy.
The lingering shadow of Jia Daishan is really like a towering tree, directly allowing two generations, no, it should be said that three generations of emperors have continued to be kind and honorable to the Jia family.
"Madam, please get up. Brother Cong, help your mother up quickly."
"Brother Baoyu, we meet again. I heard that you have written several good poems recently. My father once told me that Brother Baoyu is so talented in poetry that he may become a great poet in the future. I will hold a poetry meeting someday, and you will definitely Coming."
"This is...it turns out to be the son of the political lord, Jia Huan, right? Old lady, you really know how to teach your children and grandchildren. My brother Guan Huan has calluses on his palms, but he has practiced martial arts? As expected of the descendants of Rongguo Mansion, at this young age, he has already I have worked hard on my body and practiced martial arts to create a cocoon."
"This is Brother Lang from Brother Zhu's house. Sure enough, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful. I came in a hurry today and I didn't bring any gifts. When I go back, I will go to the Hanlin Academy to find some more unique books for Brother Lang. I heard Well, Brother Lan is as smart as Brother Zhu, so you must not let him down."
Liu Hong is worthy of being taught by two generations of emperors, and his words and deeds make people feel like a spring breeze.
Every word is complimentary, and all the voices are from my own people.
Not only did he avoid everyone's shortcomings, but he also highlighted everyone's advantages, making the old lady's face glow with excitement.
Jia Cong glanced at his poor little nephew and mourned for thirty breaths of silence. The poor little nephew doesn't know yet, but just because the little baby is smart and well-behaved, he will inexplicably receive a lot of "test papers" in the future.
Liu Hong has reached the age of marriage, and the old lady did not think of pushing the girls in the house forward, so she would not be rude and let the girls in the back hall come out.
After welcoming Liu Hong into the Rongxi Hall, they chatted for less than a cup of tea, and then they followed the wishes of the future prince and went to the Dongkua Courtyard to have dinner with Jia Cong.
Of course, Baoyu and Jia Huan followed.
As for the little princess, she stayed behind. The newly-acquainted little sisters were inseparable, so they both stayed in the Rongxi Hall to play and eat with a group of young ladies.
How happy we are when we play, how miserable we cry when we part. During lunch time, the quarrelsome Emperor suddenly felt that Longshou Palace was deserted, and then he realized that his eldest grandson was missing.
As soon as Shenshi passed, the emperor, who had been scolded again, sent someone to call his son back to the palace. The little princess hugged Xichun and cried loudly, making Liu Hong dumbfounded.
After finally coaxing him to come back tomorrow, he tricked the little sister back into the carriage.
Everyone in Rongguo Mansion saw off the royal brother and sister. Jia Cong didn't feel it yet, but the old lady let out a long sigh of relief.
The future prince is also a king. Today, the house is in chaos and there are busy people everywhere. She is really afraid that something at home has not been done well, which will make Liu Hong unhappy.
Xichun spent a day as a young lady today, looking at the carriage going away with regret in her heart.
She tugged on Jia Cong's sleeve: "Third brother, will sister Chun'er really come tomorrow? Will she come back with eldest sister? Will she also stay at home for a few days?"
The corners of Jia Cong's mouth twitched. Are you kidding me? Tomorrow, Yuanchun will go back to his hometown to visit the relatives. The emperor would go crazy and stuff his little girl into the phoenix carriage where he is visiting the relatives.
October 6th
, at the beginning of Mao hour, the sky was slightly bright, and Ningrong Street was already full of people.
"Everything has been cleaned up. Anyone who dares to be lazy today will be thrown in front of the army to eat sand!"
"The lantern on the left is crooked. Let me hang it up straight. My wife is going home to visit her relatives. She must make it perfect!"
"Brothers of the Forbidden Army, come and eat first. The house has prepared hot mutton soup. Feel free to eat it. In our Ningrong Street, not a single fly can come in, let alone thieves!"
Since the two great masters removed the scourge of the Lai family, the chief steward of the Rongguo Mansion was replaced by the pardoned master and his personal soldier Jia San.
Although this person is missing a hand, this housekeeper has never made any mistakes in his career, and he often uses military rules to manage his servants. Even the old lady couldn't help but praise him, saying that Jia San is the most suitable housekeeper at the moment. .
The servants brought buckets of hot mutton soup directly to the street. The white flour pancakes were dipped in the mutton soup and filled into a big bowl. The Imperial Army officers who came to Ningrong Street before dawn couldn't help but swallow. Swallowed.
"Eat, as long as Uncle Ben is here, no one dares to accuse you of breaking the rules."
The Pardon Master is wearing a python robe and jade belt, and even his beard is neatly combed. He personally handed a bowl of mutton soup to the Imperial Army Colonel who refused, as if he could not refuse.
The captain of the imperial army took the big bowl with both hands and said with a smile on his face: "The deputy commander still feels sorry for our brothers. The brothers went to Zhen's house to guard the guards a few days ago, and they were hungry for a whole day. Brothers, thank you, deputy commander. !」
This group of 200 Imperial Guardsmen all bowed their hands in gratitude: "Thank you, Deputy Commander!"
The shouts shook the sky. Jia She raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hands: "Okay, okay. Since you know that I am your deputy commander, why are you so polite? Eat quickly. If you don't have enough, just tell me. Leave all the lunches to me. Sit here and eat, no thief dares to act recklessly in Ning and Rong's mansion!"
Mr. Pardon, who was in charge of most of the capital camp, was so domineering that he didn't care about the officials from the Ministry of Rites who frowned and wanted to refute.
The soldiers of Ningrong and Rongfu had arranged their shifts a few days ago, and they were all sent out today. Not to mention Ningrong Street, even the Yongfang Temple was cleaned for most of the day.
When the time came, bright red firecrackers were spread all the way from the corner of Ningrong Street to the entrance of Rongguo Mansion.
As the large Fuwa of the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Baoyu was dressed in red brocade, with a golden crown on her head and a jade belt around her waist. She and Jia Huan were guarding the gate of the Yongfang Temple in Dashi.
"Baoyu, we are here to help!"
As Baoyu's good brothers, Feng Ziying, Liu Xianglian, and Wei Ruolan were not here to be guests today. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, got off their carriages, and stood directly beside Baoyu.
Feng Tang looked at the boys who were talking to each other with a smile, and said to the lady in the carriage: "Let's go in first and let these children do their own thing."
"Second Master Bao, Feng Jia will be here soon. Your Majesty has already gone to Cining Palace to pay homage to the Queen Mother!"
The leading officer was Ning Mian, the eunuch of Fengzao Palace, whom Baoyu also knew.
Ning Mian came over as soon as he got off the horse and bowed to the young masters: "The empress asked the slave to come over first and go to the garden to make arrangements. Feng Jia will stay in the garden for five days, and the slave has brought many of her own people... "
"Eunuch Ning, go make arrangements. Eunuch Chen will be in the garden right now. Just go find him."
Jia Cong had already arranged things in front of the mansion, and when he came out to check the arrangements in front of the square, he happened to meet Ning Mian.
Ning Mian hurriedly bowed down and said, "I would like to pay my respects to Third Master. I will take people to find Eunuch Chen right now."
Jia Cong glanced around at the dozen or so palace maids and chamberlains beside the carriage, and nodded.
When this group of people passed by him, Ning Mian suddenly leaned into Jia Cong's ear and said in a very light voice: "Third Master, the Holy Driver is very likely to stop in the garden tonight. The empress asked me to tell Third Master One sound."
It's really not easy to worry about. The emperor will really cause trouble to the Jia family.
Jia Cong nodded slightly, and Ning Mian bowed and retreated.
He raised his hands to Feng Ziying and others and said, "Brother Feng, Second Brother Liu, and Brother Wei, since the three brothers are here, I will go back and arrange things at home first..."
"Brother Cong, don't worry.
Yes, leave it to us here. "Feng Ziying took care of everything, patting her chest to make a promise.
After Jia Cong left, Feng Ziying looked at his back and exclaimed: "Brother Cong is really a role model for us. Look at that eunuch just now. When he met Brother Cong, he was as respectful as he was to the prince and grandson."
"Ziying be careful!"
Liu Xianglian was the most mature among them in terms of human nature. She frowned and reminded, "There are many people today, so don't bring any criticism to Brother Cong."
"What the second brother said is true, and the younger brother has remembered it."
Although Feng Ziying stopped talking, Liu Xianglian and Wei Ruolan both agreed with his evaluation in their hearts.
Is it true that Brother Cong is a saint or His Majesty's illegitimate son, as the rumors say?
Snap, snap, snap!
With three blasts of whip, Feng drove out of Daxia Gate and headed south.
The hood of the carriage is gilded, with five golden phoenixes attached to it, and the top is pierced by the East Pearl, which is extremely luxurious. At three o'clock in the morning, we left the palace gate, and the carriage moved slowly. The dragon guards, dressed in flying fish suits and hanging ceremonial knives on their waists, were leading the way, followed by the palace maids and chamberlains.
Zhengyang Street was filled with people watching the excitement. There is always no shortage of melon-eaters in the capital. As Feng drove forward, they all bowed down and bowed down.
"Concubine Xianmu, are you coming soon?"
Yuan Chun was not the only one in the carriage. The little princess Liu Chun was guarding outside Fengzao Palace early this morning, eagerly waiting for Yuan Chun to go out.
As soon as the emperor went out, his little daughter hugged his thigh, with big eyes flashing...
After the emperor listened to his youngest daughter's request in bewilderment, he immediately wanted to rush to his son's room and give his troubled son a good beating.
As soon as he said a word of rejection, a demonic voice immediately hit his ears. After Yuanchun came out, the little girl threw herself into her arms and sobbed, saying that she had made an appointment with her sister Xichun to meet today.
At the end of the quarrel, the emperor was so noisy that his head was buzzing. He glanced at Yuanchun, who was glowing with maternal glory, and his mind twitched...
It’s so troublesome to coax children! Then...it's cool to put the trouble on others!
The emperor felt refreshed and went to deal with the affairs of the court. Yuanchun had to ask the empress dowager for instructions first, and then the imperial concubine.
After a set of procedures, there is an extra little person on the carriage.
Yuan Chun touched his slightly swollen belly, wiped the snack crumbs from the corner of Liu Chun's mouth with a handkerchief, and said softly: "Chun'er, be good, wait a little longer, we will be there in a while."
"Can Chun'er sleep with Sister Xi tonight?"
elder sister?
Yuan Chun glanced at Liu Chun strangely, and made a calculation in his mind...
Forget it, this generation has long been in chaos, just call it whatever you like.
Crackling, crackling!
At the end of Chenshi, Feng Jia had arrived in front of the gate of Dashi Yongfang. The festive firecracker debris covered the wide street, and Jia Baoyu and others came forward to greet him.
"The minister (min) pays homage to the empress, who is now a thousand years old, and welcomes her back to the house to visit the bride!"
"Congratulations to your Majesty to return home to visit the bride!"
Not only Baoyu and others, but also the Jia family's servants and the people watching the excitement started shouting.
The curtain of Yuanchun's carriage opened a corner, and he couldn't help but shed tears after taking one look at the familiar gate.
After being away from home for several years, today I have the opportunity to come back and take a look. Only Yuanchun himself understands the pain and sadness in this.
"Let's drive!"
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The Han general whipped his horse whip, and Baoyu and others led the way. Fengjia drove forward slowly again, and when he arrived at the square gate, people filed in, cheering all the way.
The Jia family has spent real money this time and must maximize the atmosphere. The entire Jia family's Bafang clan in Beijing mobilized and lined up from Fangmen to Ningrong Street.
The trees on both sides of Ningrong Street were hung with colorful lanterns and red silk. The joyful atmosphere made everyone's fatigue disappear without a trace.
As the sound of firecrackers came, the old lady suddenly said: "Back!"
On the left, headed by Jia Jing, Jia She, Jia Jing, Jia Dairu and other elders and male heirs from the eighth room of the Jia family formed two teams. On the right, headed by Jia Mu, Mrs. Xing, Mrs. You, Li Wan, Qin Keqing and other members of the Jia family. Mrs. Fang, and the Jia family
The girls gathered together.
Even Mrs. Wang, who had not left the Buddhist hall for a long time, put on her official uniform today and stood behind Jia Mu.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites were so busy that they were sweating profusely, constantly correcting everyone's standing postures, until the mighty Han general appeared at the intersection of Ningrong Street.
"When Feng returns to the province, everyone welcomes him!"
Crackling, crackling...
Two strings of firecrackers hanging on the gate of Rongguo Mansion were lit, and Yuanchun's carriage had stopped in front of the old lady and others.
"Your Majesty Jia Jing, please bring your Jia family members to welcome your queen back to the province!"
"Congratulations on your return to the province!"
Everyone bowed down together, Yuanchun raised the curtain, covered his mouth and cried.
The firecrackers exploded, and Yuanchun looked at the relatives in front of him bewilderedly, unable to speak for a long time.
"Grandma, uncle Jing, uncle, father...please get up quickly!"
"After several years of separation, I finally returned home today!"
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