(Thirty-two)
I also said first that I was really worried!
When bandits kidnap someone, they can even demand a ransom or a note if they disagree.
He, the majestic Grand Master of Wala, captured the Emperor of Ming Dynasty alive. In the end, not only did he have to eat well and entertain him to prevent him from starving to death, he also had to use his brains to come up with ideas to send this hot potato back, for fear of dying in his own hands.
If you think about it carefully, his life is worse than that of a bandit.
He also glared at Zhu Qizhen without any trace, and walked towards the wind and snow in the sky.
The Ming Dynasty was rich and prosperous, and it was also the world of the Yuan Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang, the great emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was able to reshape the world of the Han people. Why could he not reappear the glory of his ancestors, but had to live an ignoble existence in a windswept and miserable land?
Looking at his back that was getting further and further away, Zhu Qizhen threw himself at the snow with hatred. The darkness in his heart was like the vast snow outside the wall, with no end in sight.
…
Capital City, Shangyuan Festival.
The bright moon hangs high, the sky is full of stars, the lanterns are bright, and fireworks are like rain.
The emperor built a city wall to enjoy himself with the people.
Decorated by countless bright lights, the trees are like fire lamps and flowers, and the stars in the sky and the Milky Way have fallen into the mortal world.
Sunge overlooked the whole city and saw the blessing lotus lanterns floating on the river. Looking from a distance, it looked like a pond full of graceful lotus flowers blooming at the end of winter.
Vibrant and thriving.
These are ordinary people.
They are fragile yet powerful.
Greedy and easily satisfied.
Lifelike dragon-shaped fireworks exploded, fireworks were everywhere, and colorful lights flashed.
At this moment, whether they were guessing lantern riddles, admiring the flower lanterns or setting off river lanterns to watch acrobatics, they all fell to the ground and worshiped where Sun Ge and Zhu Qiyu were, shouting long live the mountain.
This scene made it easy for Sunge to understand the world's persistence and passion for supreme power.
Sunge's eyebrows are smiling, graceful and noble.
She would not preach at a moment when Zhu Qiyu's self-esteem and self-confidence were greatly satisfied.
Everyone needs to relax.
The fireworks are still blooming, and the Lantern Festival night is as bright as day.
Many old ministers who still had illusions about Zhu Qizhen dimmed their eyes, and seemed to wonder how Zhu Qiyu could gather such huge public support in such a short period of time and be praised by the people.
Correspondingly, the Supreme Emperor Zhu Qizhen became a rat in the gutter, despised by everyone.
The long street is bustling with activity.
Sunge and his party returned to the palace, and Zhu Qiyu's cheeks turned red with excitement.
Just when Sunge thought that Zhu Qiyu was going to take advantage of his surging heart, greedy drinks, and beautiful women to enjoy the beauty of the Lantern Festival night, Zhu Qiyu soaked his handkerchief and applied it to his face, and he calmed down in the shortest possible time.
There is always a sword above Zhu Qiyu's head, and the fire under the throne has never been extinguished.
Therefore, Zhu Qiyu could only relax for a moment.
After the festival, he had to face endless problems in the court.
When will the crown prince be established?
When will the Emperor return?
How to regulate the Yellow River.
How to install a border fortress.
How stable is the court?
Since he ascended the throne, he has faced more and more problems, and gradually realized that his dispute with Zhu Qizhen was insignificant compared with the governance of the country.
What he and Zhu Qizhen were fighting for was the throne. To the left and right of the throne were the ancestral temple and the state. Under the throne was the livelihood of tens of millions of people.
He has gradually gotten used to it. When he feels hesitant, he goes to his mother's back hall to drink a cup of tea, eat a plate of pastries and listen to a conversation.
Every time I talk to my mother and concubine, I have an enlightenment and a sudden enlightenment of filial piety.
Sunge:......
Why is this kid Zhu Qiyu not acting according to common sense?
She allowed Zhu Qiyu to indulge during the festival, but Zhu Qiyu came all over again to listen to the teachings of love?
Mainly, she wanted to give a bowl of Lantern Festival to Queen Mother Sun.
We haven't seen each other for several days, so Queen Mother Sun must have missed her so much that she couldn't even curse her enough.
"Qi Yu, today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."
Sunge's subtle hint.
It's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Queen Wang has been busy all day. Why don't you go there earlier?
Zhu Qiyu blinked blankly, "I know."
Sunge:......
Be tolerant, considerate, and tolerant!
After all, Zhu Qiyu is still a male college student, and it is understandable that he occasionally commits stupid stupidity.
Sun Ge took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile, "I wonder what my son is confused about today?"
After Ma Youliu gave her instructions, don't influence her to do something mean in front of Queen Mother Sun.
"The one who knows me is my mother." Zhu Qiyu said in a serious tone.
Sun Ge twitched the corner of his mouth in a perfunctory manner. This is called a habit becoming natural.
The relationship between her and Zhu Qiyu became more and more like a master and a disciple.
The good news is that Zhu Qiyu, his disciple, is smart and eager to learn, and he can draw inferences from one example.
The bad news is, she's almost done with her inventory.
She doesn't want to get involved in the subtle battles between monarchs and ministers in the court now. She just wants to improve firearms, train new armies, cultivate talents, develop education, strengthen national defense, and make China proud.
"Mother, my son needs a legitimate son."
Sunge: Did you find the wrong person?
Is it possible that she gave birth?
Laughing to death, it’s impossible.
"Then you and Mr. Wang work hard."
Zhu Qiyu took a sip of the warm tea in the cup and said, "Mother, your children are all destined to be together."
"After four years of marriage, my sons and the queen only have one daughter."
"Recently, the flames of appointing the emperor's eldest son as the crown prince have revived, and the matter of establishing the crown prince has been mentioned again and again."
"Even Uncle Xiang Wang asked about this matter."
Sunge frowned. To be honest, she only knew that Wang and Zhu Qizhen only had two daughters.
In the early Ming Dynasty, even if it was a princess born to an empress, there would not be a single word recorded in the records.
It will not be recorded until the moment the princess is getting married.
Those who died before getting married would leave almost no record.
So she didn't know when her second daughter was born.
Not to mention asking her to figure out when the Wang family would have a legitimate son.
She is not a gift-giver.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Sunge put the question to Zhu Qiyu.
Is it possible to support Hang as queen?
Crazy?
How could Hang's gentle, timid and charming figure manage such a large harem?
It didn't take long for the palace maid and eunuch to ride on the master's head.
Hang's family, it's fine to be a gentle and sweet concubine, but a chivalrous lady sits in the harem, so there's no need!
This is like letting Yinggui in The Legend of Zhen Huan become the queen.
That works?
"My son wants to put Jianji in the name of the queen." After thinking for a moment, Zhu Qiyu said frankly.
"What do you think, Queen Mother?"
It seems that Zhu Qiyu also knows how much his beloved concubine weighs.
Sun Ge frowned. She knew that Zhu Qiyu was in a state of distress in the court, but this was really not a good idea.
Until now, she has not figured out whether the early deaths of Zhu Jianji and Hang in history were due to physical problems or conspiracy.
But, she knew that Mr. Wang lived a long life.
After going through so many ups and downs, I still live to be eighty years old!
He endured the death of Zhu Qizhen, his son Zhu Jianshen, and his grandson Ming Xiaozong Zhu Youtang. He did not die until the first year of Zhengde.
With such a long life and such good health, how could he not give birth to a legitimate son?
Zhu Qiyu's recording of his concubine as his direct descendant may seem to solve an immediate problem, but in fact it will cause endless troubles.
