"Master Marquis, His Highness the Crown Prince has sent an invitation."
"Let it go!"
In the doctor's house, Zheng Xiong is raising some flowers and plants in the house.
The cold winter has passed, and spring is the season when all things flourish.
In this large Marquis mansion, one can only pass the time by growing flowers and grass.
Putting down the hoe, Zheng Xiong picked up the invitation on the table and read the contents.
"On February 27th of the sixth year, the Crown Princess gave birth to a son, Xiongying. On March 27th, there was a banquet for guests at the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace, and the medical marquis Zheng Xiong was invited to attend."
After reading the invitation, Zheng Xiong felt a strange feeling even though he had been prepared for it.
Zhu Xiongying, who was originally born seven years ago, was born early, with the same name and male gender.
The butterfly wings inadvertently flapped and were cut by Zhu Biao. There was a change, but it seemed that there was no change.
It’s hard to tell whether this is a change in history, or whether history’s powerful correction ability corrects events that have gone off the rails.
I don’t know if Zhu Xiongying will die after the age of eight, live to the age of nine, or change completely and grow up safely.
In short, this news made Zheng Xiong quite uneasy. He wanted to quickly pass ten years and witness it with his own eyes to see whether history would change.
This change made Zheng Xiong wonder whether everything he did was meaningful.
After sitting blankly for a long time, Zheng Xiong finally regained his composure.
Looking at the time, there were still ten days left before Zhu Xiongying's full moon wine, so he was not in a hurry and continued to do his work.
Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, at least I, a character who does not exist in history, really appears here.
The days are too tiring, just take care of yourself.
Ten days flew by in the blink of an eye.
The prince's residence was packed with guests, and officials congratulated him.
Zhu Lao'er, Zhu Laosan, Zhu Laosi and other Zhu Biao's brothers who had never met before also appeared in the Prince's Mansion.
Lao Zhu made his final appearance, his face beaming with joy.
The great grandson of the Ming Dynasty Emperor, regardless of whether he is the direct descendant or the eldest son, or his family background.
Zhu Xiongying is the undisputed number one and the most orthodox legal heir of the Ming Dynasty.
As for the backstage, there are people from the entire Huaixi faction as backing.
It can be said that even if Zhu Biao dies young, as long as Zhu Xiongying lives long enough, Lan Yu and others will not die.
Even if Zhu Xiongying cuts down the vassalage like Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Laosi can only suffer, and there will be no Yongle reign in the future.
The only orthodoxy that cannot be doubted.
Lao Zhu hugged Zhu Xiongying, followed by Zhu Biao who couldn't intervene, and was surrounded by old brothers who followed Lao Zhu to conquer the world.
Xu Da, Li Shanchang and other princes and counts were among them.
Zheng Xiong was lucky enough to occupy a place with his title of Medical Marquis, but he saw him hiding in a corner, looking at Lao Zhu's position with a fake smile on his face.
"Look, this is our great grandson. Does his eyes look like mine?"
"Like, bright and bright, exactly the same as when you were a child."
Zhu Biao became a complete foil at this time. Those who didn't know it thought it was Lao Zhu who was happy to have a son and was showing off to everyone.
In fact, even Lao Zhu's own son may not be so happy.
I have more and more sons and daughters, and I have long lost the feeling of being a father. The birth of my eldest grandson is still more exciting.
"Indeed, what you said is true. Such clear eyes are almost the same as when we were young."
It seems you said the same thing when Zhu Biao was born.
This is not important. Children's eyes are so clear that they hate being normal. Just forget it.
"God bless our Ming Dynasty. The emperor's eldest grandson is born, and our Ming Dynasty is more stable. I congratulate the Ming Dynasty, congratulate your majesty, and congratulate His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"Haha, we are happy together."
"Your Majesty, Wu Bozong has a poem to offer."
"Xuan."
There are a group of big guys around Lao Zhu, and Zheng Xiong is now someone Wu Bozong needs to look up to. To this day, Wu Bozong does not dare to make any mistakes. After the mountain shouted long live, he stood quietly by the side.
"I heard that you have a poem to offer. What kind of poem is it? Come and listen to it."
"yes."
"Penglai Yuqi holds the morning glow, and the mountains and rivers of all nations support the emperor's family. The golden palace swallows the sea and the sun, and the light of the jade tower reflects the glow of the red city. The giant turtles ride on the Danque, and the dancing phoenix flutters on the green flowers. I think of the place where the Supreme Lord patrolled, and the six dragons Drive the five-cloud chariot high."
Zheng Xiong was speechless. It was another flattering poem. You are the number one scholar! Is it necessary to shoot like this?
Others didn't know that Lao Zhu was very happy to hear it. On a happy day, no matter how good the poem was, he felt comfortable listening to it anyway.
However, Lao Zhu was not very satisfied with this point. He looked around and focused on Zheng Xiong.
People are afraid of being famous as pigs are afraid of being strong. Although Zheng Xiong's poems are sometimes not very catchy, if you take them seriously, there are few in the entire court who can compare with them.
Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music are all that the Ming Dynasty could name.
Poetry was a weak item throughout the Ming Dynasty.
The three masters of poetry in the early Ming Dynasty had very high attainments in poetry, but as the name suggests, poetry and poetry are articles that exist in the form of poetry.
Right now, whether intentionally or not, Zheng Xiong is the most handsome boy.
Others followed Lao Zhu's gaze and saw Zheng Xiong's fake smiling face.
This move made Zheng Xiong's face stiffen unconsciously.
He quietly looked behind him and saw that there was no one there. There was no way to avoid him. Zheng Xiong could only look at each other in silence.
Although Lao Zhu didn't say it clearly, the meaning was already obvious. Zheng Xiong acted as a mute, but the others hurriedly spoke to Zheng Xiong.
"Yi Hou's poems are unique in today's world. Now that my grandson is born, would you be lucky enough to listen to one?"
Zheng Xiong looked at the person who asked the question. He looked familiar, but he didn't know his name.
"Um, your Majesty, I forgive you, I was not prepared."
It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I have no choice. There really aren’t many poems about children’s full moon.
It would be no problem to temporarily copy a few other poems, but now it is a bit difficult to do it. If you don't copy it well, your brand will be ruined.
At the words of rejection, Lao Zhu's face turned ugly on the spot. This was because he didn't take himself seriously! It's been several days since the invitation was sent out, and I can think of a few poems.
Now it’s not there, what does that mean?
Zhu Biao could clearly see the change in Lao Zhu's expression.
I'm glad that my eldest son, Zheng Xiong, has taken a lot of credit, but I can't be angry about it.
"Father, writing poems is just to add atmosphere. It doesn't matter if you don't."
Indeed, one should not get angry on a big day. With Zhu Biao's persuasion, Lao Zhu's complexion improved a bit.
Write it down in a notebook first so you don't get into trouble later.
Before Lao Zhu could say anything, there were many people watching the excitement who didn't mind the matter.
A marquis next to Xu Da jumped out on the spot.
"The doctor is a quick thinker. On a whim in Yanmen, he once wrote a poem called "One Person in a Lifetime". In Beijing, he also wrote a poem in seven steps. Each one is a masterpiece. How about writing one now?"
This person was not a good person, Zheng Xiong kept this person in his heart.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on me again, I rushed to the shelves. Now I have to do it if I don't want to do it, and I have to copy it if I don't want to copy it.
"That minister has made a fool of himself, and may not behave in a manner appropriate to the occasion. Please bear with me, your Majesty and your lords."
"please."
My brain was running wildly, searching for the poems I had seen in the memory bank. If you exclude the Tang and Song Dynasties, they are basically gone.
The hard work paid off, and I finally found a poem that was okay, but it just didn’t quite fit the occasion.
He couldn't care about that much at the moment, so Zheng Xiong paced slightly, walked twice symbolically, and then said.
"The love between parents is the most sincere in the world. Their tears and blood melt into their children. They work so hard to give birth to a child. I pity the hearts of parents in the world!"
Cixi's poem about her parents doesn't quite fit the scene, but it has a profound meaning.
No matter how picky you are, you can't help but remain silent.
Lao Zhu, a grandfather, was even more touched.
(End of chapter)
