Yunjielan, the capital of Luchuan Kingdom, is surrounded by towering city walls. The royal palace in the center is very rough, but it looks particularly majestic and solemn against the surrounding common people's buildings.
Gathered inside were all the country's dignitaries. They came from all directions, and everyone was worried. There was a new neighbor next door, and he was a majestic and domineering neighbor. This made it difficult for people to sleep soundly.
Especially my own king, who actually took the initiative to provoke...
In front of the city gate, the dignitaries rode into the city on tall elephants, and the thin people got out of the way in awe. They saw the elephants were decorated with dozens of silver mirrors on the jiale, the edges were fixed with gold and silver nails, and the saddle had railings. It is like a chair, with a mattress on it, a brocade barrier cover on it, and a bronze chime bell hanging on the bottom. I sit behind a slave saddle and hold a long hook to drive it back.
Such elephants and riders gathered in front of the palace. A group of dignitaries landed steadily under the careful service of slaves. They gathered together in twos and threes. Each one wore a bamboo shoot hat and decorated with gold and treasure on the top, like a pagoda. It is hung with gold and jade, inserted with pearls and green flowers, and is covered with hairy tassels and decorated with hairy feathers.
What is even more conspicuous is the waist, which has a thick gold and silver belt. The gold and silver are overflowing with luxury and jewels, and they seem to be competing for beauty when gathered together.
Soon, the palace doors were opened and everyone was welcomed into the palace. King Silun of Luchan sat high on the throne. After everyone saluted, they couldn't wait to ask: "Your Majesty, is the captured Ming army commander still alive?"
King Luchuan was also decorated with gold and silver, but he looked very young. In fact, he was only twenty-eight years old. He had experienced the civil war between his brothers to win the throne. It was at a time when he was impetuous and arrogant that he heard his ministers say, For a moment, he was worried about the safety of a prisoner, and he suddenly became dissatisfied.
However, looking at the silent uncle's edict to Xiao Fa below, he suppressed his anger. His throne was far from as stable as his father's. If he could not convince them, he would be able to mobilize fewer and fewer troops in the future.
"He's still alive."
Meng Maodao Meng breathed a sigh of relief: "King, please don't kill him. The Ming Dynasty was strong and destroyed the Liang Dynasty. The King of Liang subdued the Duan family. We really don't need to go to war with such a powerful country just for the sake of a few disputes. ."
The so-called Tao Meng is the president of political affairs, and also leads the army and the people. Each of them, big or small, has his own land and is allowed to do whatever he wants.
That is to say, the small princes. The political system of Luchuan at this time was similar to the feudal princes system in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
"Yes, King. The Ming Dynasty occupies the vast and rich Central Plains. Even the Mongols are no match for them. They are expelled back to the grasslands. If they go to war with such a country, even if they temporarily gain the upper hand, there is no hope of victory in the end."
The rest of the people also agreed, but a few Tao Meng were unwilling to curse: "Your bones have become soft before the war begins. In the mountains and forests, no one can be our opponent in Luchuan. The Han people will die wherever they come." How many!"
It's a pity that the main militant faction is still in the minority, and even the Tao Meng who support Silunfa's rise to power are not willing to support him in everything, especially on such an important matter.
If his father was sitting on the throne, then no one would dare to do this. The gold and jade pendants and gorgeous feathers on Silun's hair hat were trembling slightly. Unfortunately, the people below were arguing so much that not many people paid attention to him. .
This time he personally led the troops to raid because he knew that if he sent others to do it, he would definitely be stopped. As long as he went on his own, no one could stop King Luchuan who had already set out for the expedition.
Only external victory can establish internal authority. My father's exclusive power came from several victories against the Yuan Dynasty, especially the Battle of Santai Mountain. The Yuan Dynasty was defeated and there was turmoil in the country, so he had to send envoys to announce peace. , giving generous rewards every year, just like the Northern Song Dynasty provided annual gifts to Xixia.
And if he wants to gain the power that belongs to the king, he also has to go to war with the Ming Dynasty, which has invaded Kangfu, Wandian Chuxiong, Jingdong and other places. As long as he can win a few games, he will let the Central Plains Dynasty know that being an enemy of Luchuan is not worth the gain, and he will be rewarded with an official title. With money and food, there can be peace between the two.
However, it is not easy to go to war insistently now, but as long as you are willing, you are still afraid that you will not be able to start a war. It just so happens that you want to take the opportunity to see who is a loyal minister who can be reused.
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"Take the hero with you and wear more clothes. Don't catch a cold."
Chang Luohua hesitated: "Isn't this too urgent? Fengyi is only three months old."
"The second and third sons are going to join the feudal clan next month. The local generals in Wuxun and the DPRK have some opinions now. At this time, we need the attitude of the Xu family."
"My mother has already given me the word "phoenix", isn't that enough?"
"Since you have to give everything, why should you be stingy when the end comes? It's rare that Xu Shuai and Yungong are back, so let's be happy together."
Chang Luohua said helplessly: "I am not afraid of damaging the child's happiness."
"Whether you can suppress it or not, it doesn't all depend on these. What's more, being born as the eldest granddaughter of the Xu family shows that he is a child with profound merit."
The couple packed everything and took their lively son with them. The prince drove out in a mighty manner, accompanied by the Jinwu Guards' military guards. There were soldiers and horses blocking the streets along the way.
The golden chariot of Zhu Biao's crown prince is very large, with an unusual height of one foot, two feet and two inches, a width of eight feet and nine inches, a shaft length of one foot, nine feet and five inches, and an unusually high chariot seat of three feet and two inches. The sill is lined with five colors of gold all around. Vanilla board with doors on the front and left.
There is a five-mountain screen with carved wood and gold dragons on the green ground, with colorful clouds and inscriptions in between. The red painted panels behind the screen are all decorated with gold-coated bronze leaves and nails. There is a red painted soft seat with a red woven gold Qi cushion in the chair. There are chair skirts all around, red curtains, and green qi edges on the outside.
It was the first time for Xiongying to board the platform. He crawled around in a novel way, but within a moment he felt something was wrong. He leaned against his mother with a sweet voice and asked, "Where is my brother? Why didn't you come? I want to come together."
Chang Luohua took his son in his arms and coaxed: "Liang'er misses the emperor's grandmother and went to Kunning Palace to play early in the morning."
Xiongying burst into tears instantly: "Why didn't you call me? I miss Grandma Huang too. The sweet cake there is so delicious."
Zhu Baile said: "Do you miss the emperor's grandmother or do you want to eat cakes?"
Xiongying didn't respond, but shyly buried his head in his mother's arms. He was still a little unfamiliar with his father, whom he rarely saw, and from the attitudes of others, he could tell that his father needed to be extra respectful.
Chang Luohua pinched his son's face and said seriously: "Your father is asking you something, so you must answer it."
"Well... I miss the imperial grandmother."
Zhu Biao leaned forward and touched his son's head. He saw his face turn red and his eyes brighten up. He was obviously inspired and eager to get close to him, but he was a little shy and scared.
"Xiongying will meet a sister soon. She is still very young."
"You are younger than sister Heqi?"
Chang Luohua pushed his son gently, so that he walked slowly to his father and asked curiously. Zhu Biao picked him up and sat on his lap: "It's much smaller, so you have to be extra careful. It's impossible to use it." Do you know the strength of a fight?”
Xiongying twisted in dissatisfaction and said angrily: "I won't hit my sister, only my brother!"
Naturally, there is no need to talk about the affection between brothers. At most, they will cry if they don't see each other for a few hours, but there is no shortage of pushing and fighting on weekdays.
Not long after the car stopped, red silk scarves were hung on the branches in front of the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion, and the stone lions were circled in a circle. There was a joyful atmosphere, and the cars and horses were noisy.
King Xu Da of Zhongshan led his nephew to greet him, and there were also a group of military generals around him. Many officials from the three provinces and six ministries also came, all coming to celebrate the 100-day anniversary.
"I respectfully welcome the crown prince, princess, and grandson!"
Zhu Biao pulled his son out of the car, while Chang Luohua drove straight in from the side door. The female family members were waiting inside, and the people outside were all men, so it was not easy to rush into them.
Standing down with his silver-leaf golden feet, Zhu Biao was naturally used to kneeling down in front of everyone, but this was the first time for little Xiongying to see it. He was startled and a little confused, and wanted to hide behind his father, but Zhu Biao Biao pulled her son tightly.
Xiongying is still very afraid of his father, even though his father has never scolded him or hit him, but he has natural fear. Seeing this, he can only stare wide-eyed in front of him, making him confused.
"Everyone, please excuse me. We are celebrating a happy event today. It is rare to gather here happily. There is no need to stick to etiquette. Get up."
Zhu Biao pulled his son forward, let go of his son, bent down to help Xu Da up, and pointed to his son: "That's your Uncle Xu, Xiongying, go help him."
Xiongying pursed his lips tightly, looking for his mother or nanny, but unfortunately neither of them were there. He stood blankly for a moment, and could only follow his father's example, walk to the person and squat down.
He didn't know how to help him. He could only say that he grabbed the corner of Xu Yungong's clothes, but that was enough. How could Xu Yungong really expect a three or four-year-old child to help him up? He stood up gently and solemnly bowed and thanked: "I would like to express my gratitude to His Royal Highness."
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(End of chapter)
