(thirty)
As long as Zhu Qiyu's achievements during his reign were astonishing and shining through the ages, cultural groups that wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to become bigger would never be able to override the imperial power.
Kill two birds with one stone.
It can both resolve internal worries and eliminate troubles.
She really doesn't have much patience to argue with the civil service group.
The wind is blowing in the daytime, and the scenery is flowing to the west.
Time is precious, and good steel should be used on the blade.
Sunge gathered the fox fur around her body, looked at the embarrassed Empress Dowager Sun, and couldn't help but frown.
Nobles who have lived in the altar for a long time have naturally regarded power as something in their pocket.
"Send Queen Mother Sun back."
On the big day, he froze to death outside Fengtian Hall, causing trouble for nothing.
The palace maid lowered her head, not daring to express her anger, and quickly stepped forward to support the Queen Mother.
"Ms. Qian, the Supreme Emperor is your husband."
"You are unlucky for not having a legitimate son for many years. It is immoral for you to turn your back on the Emperor now. It is incompetent and talentless for you to be helpless when the Emperor is trapped."
"Without blessings, virtue, incompetence and talent, I have brought trouble to the Supreme Emperor."
"The Ai family really regrets that we didn't let Qi Zhen depose you earlier and establish another queen with a legitimate son. Why is it like this? Why is it like this?"
Empress Dowager Sun's scoldings and accusations blew clearly into Empress Qian's ears along with the biting cold wind.
Queen Qian looked stunned. The hand warmer in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and rolled down the steps. The dull sound hit her brain, causing her nerves to twitch.
Her whole life was really a joke.
She has always strived to be a wise empress in accordance with the standards and requirements of the Empress Dowager. She is polite to her relatives, tolerant and tolerant to the concubines, obeys His Majesty's words, is filial and respectful to the Empress Dowager, and tries her best to be a wise and wise empress.
But in the end, these past few years have been ridiculous.
Brothers of the same family were buried in a civil fort for meritorious service.
The favored concubine in the harem has no regard for her, but the arrogant mother relies only on her son.
She was regarded as the Majesty of Heaven, but she was spurned by the people and became a disgrace to the Ming Dynasty.
Up to now, Empress Dowager Sun has used the words "blessed, moral, talented and incompetent" to evaluate her life.
How much she had to fail.
Sunge held Qian's cold hand in his palm and said, "What you say in a hurry cannot be taken seriously."
"You still have the responsibility as the mother of the Ming Dynasty in your heart."
At the very least, the sense of shame is still there.
Qian's body continued to tremble, even makeup and powder could not cover up her pale face, and her despair of self-loathing continued to rise.
At this moment, Qian felt that she was not even as good as the dry and rotten leaves in the pond.
Sun Ge frowned and sighed.
Qian's pain is very similar to Zhu Qiyu's struggle in history.
"Qian, don't disturb yourself."
"If you really feel ashamed of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives, then live well."
She was really afraid that Qian would get into trouble and hang herself with a rope.
Just after the grand ceremony of Zhu Qiyu's enthronement, Qian was hanged, and the truth was revealed again. From word to person, it was said that Zhu Qiyu treated the Supreme Queen and insulted orphans and widows.
After a long while, Mrs. Qian took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but her teeth were still chattering and colliding, and she trembled, "Your Majesty, I know the importance of this."
"I understand your concerns."
To win the favor of Empress Xiaocheng Zhang, Qian has more than just the advantage of being meek and humble.
But in the past, that transparent heart was covered by obedience.
Sunge patted the back of Qian's hand and smiled regretfully, "It's cold and freezing, so you can copy scriptures and pray for blessings. There is no need to save charcoal in the palace. If there is any shortage of food, clothing, and daily necessities, send the palace maids to various departments to get it."
Qian nodded in agreement, blessed his body, and left respectfully.
The figure was thin and frail, as if it could be blown away by the wind.
Sunge looked away, his eyes pitiful and speechless.
She didn't understand how Empress Dowager Sun could confidently put all the blame on Qian.
No blessing, no virtue, no ability, no talent, every word is heart-breaking.
Once this sentence is made public, Qian will bear a reputation that cannot be washed away for thousands of years, and will be spurned and ridiculed.
After all, there are countless unofficial histories that can be passed down to future generations.
Anyone who has read unofficial history knows that unofficial history does not preserve the truth, but preserves the wildness.
You can be as wild as you want.
Empress Dowager Sun despised Qian's uselessness and could not save Zhu Qizhen from the sea of misery.
Queen Mother Sun really doesn't have back pain when she stands and talks.
Although Qian was once a queen, who actually held the power of the harem?
She enjoyed Qian's gentleness, obedience, and non-fighting, but in times of crisis, she despised a weak woman who was useless.
Empress Dowager Sun is quite useful, but she can only be incompetent and furious.
It's better to choose a suitable time and send Queen Mother Sun and Zhu Qi down early to reunite the family.
At that time, Emperor Xuande was busy.
On the one hand, he had to be beaten and scolded by his ancestors, and on the other hand, he had to teach his wife and children. He would not be able to relax even after he died.
It's the father's fault if he doesn't teach him.
He died early and was not taught well.
Then just go down and make up for it. No matter how bad it is, it will make Zhu Qizhen feel ashamed.
…
The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the clouds are gloomy.
The yellow sand in the sky was wrapped with snowflakes, roaring desperately.
It was freezing cold and the flag was as stiff as iron.
Zhu Qizhen sat in the tent, tightly wrapped in the dirty and torn fox fur, huddled up.
For warmth, dried cow and sheep dung was burned in the tent.
He didn't feel much warmth, but his nose was filled with endless stench.
The cold wind blew snowflakes into the tent, and the air felt fresh for a moment. Zhu Qizhen subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the crystal snowflakes in his palm.
In just a moment, the snowflakes turned into a puddle of water.
On the same day, when he first besieged the capital and retreated without success, the food and grass were exhausted, so he killed horses to satisfy his hunger.
After retreating here, they first sent Oara cavalry to harass northern Xinjiang from time to time and loot winter supplies.
Judging from the cheers and laughter in the camp, this harassment should pay off handsomely.
It's the end of the year.
Logically speaking, he should be entertaining the officials at Fengtian Palace at this moment, enjoying the singing, dancing, wine and delicacies, instead of enduring the cold wind and stench in this tattered tent, hungry and reminiscing about the past.
The tent door curtain was opened, and a man with a tall figure and a ferocious face strode in first, carrying a large bowl.
The cold wind blew against his face, and Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"The new emperor of Ming Dynasty will hold the enthronement ceremony today."
"Are you out of any use?"
"Have the emperors and ministers of Ming Dynasty forgotten you?"
He also put the bowl into Zhu Qizhen's hand first, frowned and spoke harshly.
Zhu Qizhen didn't care about the stains on his hands. He took one bite after another and finished the meat in the bowl before saying, "It's useful."
"The Ming Dynasty will not abandon me."
Zhu Qizhen said decisively, and he didn't know whether he was trying to comfort himself or persuade him first.
He was afraid that he would go back on his word first and kill him with one knife.
He also hesitated at first, "Really?"
"But the Ming court shows no sign of peace talks."
Zhu Qi Zhenqiang insisted that "everything is waiting for improvement. When they free up time, they will naturally send someone to deliver a message to discuss peace and welcome me back to the capital."
Ye Xian frowned tightly, "Then you write a letter to Ming Ting and ask them to come to greet you."
"It's okay to hold you in my hand all the time."
(End of chapter)
