(thirty-nine)
Queen Mother Sun could not see the last face of Zhu Qizhen, but at least she could see his last face.
One word difference doesn't matter.
Sun Ge hugged Princess Gu'an, who was a little rounder and looked more like a snow dumpling, and took a few bites, showing a satisfied smile like a wolf grandma.
Princess Gu'an was silly and didn't understand why. She smiled softly and showed her newly sprouted baby teeth, which was very cute.
He even put his fleshy, white and tender face close to Sunge's mouth.
Gu'an, who has just turned one year old, is still a little girl with boobs.
Seeing this, Zhu Jianji struggled to get down from the wet nurse's arms, swaying step by step, and walked towards Sunge with his left foot almost stepping on his right foot. "Grandma hugs, grandma hugs."
Obviously, this learning curve is not too smooth.
Zhu Jianji is also a rare good color.
In this regard, Sunge said that she could only accept it.
Sun Ge freed up one hand, stretched out his arms, and held Zhu Jianji in his arms, who was about to fall to the ground.
Zhu Jianji chuckled, pointed his finger at his cheek, blinked his bright and clear eyes, and looked at Sunge innocently.
Sunge said that she seemed to have really experienced the joy of having fun with her grandson.
In Zhao Jie'er's world, she was not yet a skilled grandmother and would often comb Li Hao's daughter's hair.
Now, she can easily pull off a good-looking style.
This can be regarded as life is endless and learning is endless.
Under Zhu Jianji's expectant gaze, Sun Ge leaned over and took a gentle peck.
The smile on Zhu Jianji's face became even brighter.
Grandma's milk is wheezing and she keeps screaming.
Sun Ge also took the trouble to answer it over and over again.
Queen Wang was talking to the side about all the big and small things going on in the womb these days, and occasionally she would get a response from Sun Ge.
Queen Wang said that she could not win this favor.
Concubine Hangxian was quietly making tea with a smile on her face.
The relationship between Queen Wang and Concubine Hang Xian became more and more harmonious.
The main thing is that, with the repeated explanations and consolations from Sunge and Zhu Qiyu, Queen Wang did not get into trouble and gained the confidence to not be easily provoked by other people's rumors.
As for Concubine Hang Xian, she was still gentle and humble, and respected Empress Wang very much.
The Wang family and the Hang family are harmonious, and the relationship between Zhu Jianji and Gu'an's brother and sister has become deeper over time.
When Zhu Qiyu, who was exhausted physically and mentally from the noise from the court ministers and had numb scalp, came in, he saw such a relaxing and comfortable scene. His frowned brows relaxed subconsciously, for fear that the negative emotions he brought would ruin such a beautiful scene.
Forget it, you can't be angry, and there is no need to be angry.
His path has been much smoother than he imagined.
Perhaps, it was precisely because he was so smooth that the courtiers were unwilling to accept it.
Originally, he already knew that his mother had returned to the palace at Sishi.
However, he was dragged by the ministers in the Wenhua Palace until the end of the day before he escaped.
What's annoying is that he also takes care of the lunch of those courtiers who are looking for trouble.
"Mother."
Zhu Qiyu tried his best to smile and make his voice sound as normal.
But Sunge still saw through Zhu Qiyu's low pressure at a glance.
It's normal. Being an emperor, how can you not feel aggrieved, especially when you want to be an emperor with achievements and reputation.
The confrontation between monarch and minister is like the wind of nature blowing from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.
Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's small, sometimes it's hidden and it's big.
Sun Ge was not in a hurry to expose Zhu Qiyu, "It's better to come early than to come by chance. Concubine Hang Xian made fresh tea, so you came."
"My son, you are still so lucky."
Concubine Hang Xian curled her lips and poured tea for Sun Ge, Zhu Qiyu and Queen Wang in turn.
Zhu Qiyu blew it gently, took a sip, and said seriously, "How is your mother feeling now?"
That's right, when Sunge was out of the palace, he refused everyone's greetings on the grounds of being ill. Only Queen Wang was always at her side.
"It's great."
"Are my son happy?"
Sun Ge was also playing riddles following Zhu Qiyu's words.
"There are joys and worries." Zhu Qiyu said calmly.
Although he knew that his mother was very capable, he would still be worried.
Worrying that things will not work out will lead to endless troubles.
I am even more worried about the safety of my mother who is far away from Beijing.
Zhu Qiyu waved to Zhu Jianji, and Zhu Jianji climbed down along Sunge's legs and staggered to Zhu Qiyu.
Sunge stood up and simply put Gu'an into Zhu Qiyu's arms.
Zhu Qiyu and Gu'an stared at each other with big eyes.
Gu'an sniffed with a flat mouth, turned his head and looked at Sunge pitifully, opened his little hands, and silently expressed his appeal.
Zhu Qiyu touched his nose. He was disliked by his eldest daughter.
However, if you have a vision, you really have a vision.
The queen mother is much better than him. If he was also a little baby, he would choose the queen mother.
Zhu Qiyu teased the Zhu Jianji brothers and sisters for a while, then found an excuse to let Queen Wang and Concubine Hang Xian leave first with the prince and princess.
Sunge: It’s started, it’s about to start, Zhu Qiyu can’t hold it in anymore.
Fortunately, Concubine Wu Xian lived a long life, otherwise Zhu Qiyu had developed a bad habit. When Concubine Wu Xian died, Zhu Qiyu would either be suffocated to death or angry to death.
She is guilty and she repented.
She established her image in Zhu Qiyu's mind as being so great and magical that Zhu Qiyu always wanted to be reminded from time to time.
Sigh again, fortunate to live a long life!
"Has the Queen Mother been injured?"
Seeing that there was no one in the palace, Zhu Qiyu's words became clear.
"Is he worthy?" Sun Ge blurted out.
Ahem, seems a bit arrogant.
Zhu Qiyu is not surprised at all. The queen mother is capable, so the queen mother should be crazy.
Unless the mother is crazy, everyone else has to keep their tail between their legs.
"That's good."
"When a son knows his mother and takes action, he will succeed."
Sunge looked at Zhu Qiyu quietly, waiting for Zhu Qiyu to start talking.
Nowadays, she is very measured. If Zhu Qiyu doesn't take the initiative to bring up matters in the court, she won't ask any more questions.
Just like the seasons in spring, people's hearts are unpredictable.
She won't take the initiative to find trouble.
"Mother, the ministers have been arguing about Zhu Qizhen's death recently."
"Someone suggested that the son should abolish his imperial title and not be buried in the imperial mausoleum, in order to atone for his sins and appease the wrath of God."
"But this is only a small part. The vast majority of the courtiers requested that their son be buried in Zhu Qizhen with royal standards, imitate the ancestors of the past dynasties, give him a seventeen-character posthumous title, give him a temple name, and treat his wife, concubines, and children well."
A posthumous title is a judgmental title given based on life deeds and moral cultivation.
The temple name is the name given to the emperor after his death when he established a house and worshiped in the Ancestral Temple.
From Taizu, Huizong, to Chengzu, Renzong, and Xuanzong, the posthumous names all had seventeen characters. Therefore, the Ming Dynasty also agreed that the posthumous names of emperors would have seventeen characters, and they all chose extremely beautiful words.
Obviously, the courtier who made the suggestion was trying every means to elevate Zhu Qizhen's identity and save his precarious posthumous reputation.
Sunge frowned, these ministers would not do useless work.
