"What time is it?"
A long voice came from the Nuan Pavilion.
Concubine Xian was making incense. After hearing this, she walked over and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for you."
That is in the evening.
Zhu Houzhao was lying on a bamboo chair covered with blankets. At this time, he lightly hit his forehead, "Why did I fall asleep at this time?"
"Your Majesty got up in the early morning and worked at the Zongzong Society for most of the day. It's time for you to get some sleep."
According to regulations, the imperial concubine is a single-courtyard palace, and there are many people waiting around. However, it is quiet now, that is, the virtuous imperial concubine and her younger sister have lit incense, and the smoke is curling up, giving them a sense of tranquility.
Her sister's maiden name was Xiaoying. The noble concubine Xian was too bored in the palace, so she begged the emperor to take her back to the capital.
In fact, he was also dedicating another person to the emperor.
However, since returning to the palace, many things have caused trouble in the previous court, and Zhu Houzhao has not yet taken a closer look.
I'm not in a good mood today, and my eyelids are bulging, which makes me feel bad.
He wanted to rest for a while, but footsteps came from outside. It was You Zhi who bent over and walked over, whispering in his ear: "Your Majesty, Wang Bingwangge is getting old."
Zhu Houzhao was so sleepy that he couldn't hear clearly for a moment, "Who? Who is gone?"
"Wang Bing."
When You Zhi said this, both Concubine Xian and her sister heard it, and they both cast worried looks.
"Hey..." Zhu Houzhao let out a long sigh and covered his face with his hands.
The ministers are much older than him, and from now on he will have to keep sending these people away.
"The decree was passed, and the cabinet Wang Hao and Yang Tinghe were ordered, and the Minister of Rites Wang Hua was ordered to attend the funeral. Wang Bing was posthumously awarded the title of Shaobao, with the posthumous title..." Zhu Houzhao thought for a moment, "the posthumous title is Wenzhong."
"yes."
The posthumous titles of civil servants in the Ming Dynasty were very particular. What contribution you made during your lifetime will probably be evaluated after your death. The posthumous title you ended up with is different.
Wenzheng, Wenzhen, Wencheng, Wenzhong, Wenduan, Wending...
The back is very long.
However, from the perspective of later generations, sometimes it is not so accurate, and some were not high when they first died, and then some people were awarded posthumously after decades.
But to give a rough idea, Wen Zhong is considered very high.
Zhang Juzheng is also a Wenzhong.
Li Dongyang and Xie Qian were both awarded the highest Wenzheng title. Perhaps their moral character is better than that of Zhang Juzheng, but Yang Tinghe and Sun Chengzong are also very prestigious and are also Wenzhong.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, which is also reflected in the posthumous title.
How this person was in life is actually a subjective evaluation, not a numerical concept. If one person is 80, another person can even tell 80.1.
How can you tell the difference?
"Wang Bing has made great achievements, and he has made great achievements. Although he has made mistakes occasionally, he has never made any major mistakes in his service to me for more than ten years. God does not fulfill people's wishes."
The emperor waved his hand, and You Zhi immediately went to do it.
The noble concubine Xian came to Zhu Houzhao's side and said softly: "Everyone has his own destiny. Wang Ge Lao has always been favored by Wangge Lao. He is a very popular minister, and your majesty has a close relationship with him. For him, there is nothing more to ask for. I know that your majesty Being sad is just for the dragon's health, so don't worry too much."
Wang Bing's granddaughter, Zhu Houzhao, was already engaged.
She was married to the son of the Taichang Temple Minister at that time. Although the official rank was a little younger than Wang Bing, she was not marrying me, but her son. Fan Yuchang, the son of Fan Qing, the Minister of Guanglu Temple, was in the second grade in his early twenties. A Jinshi has a bright future.
Wang Bing's reputation was not very good, so Zhu Houzhao didn't want to reward him too much, but he didn't want to reward him openly, but secretly he wanted to support him.
'Ingratiation with the Holy Will', he was promoted to an official position, and his disobedient and unfaithful family declined. This is inevitable.
In the attendant's room, Jin Gui told Zhang Cong to leave. Xie Pi was at best a top-notch person, not a top-notch head. Jing Yang had just come in and had only one year of experience.
Yang Shen also helped his father.
Zhu Houzhao made up his mind to call Fan Yuchang into the attendant's room after the new year.
This kind of treatment is worthy of Wang Bing no matter what.
After lying there for too long, his whole body was sore. He took off the blanket and walked to the door. After a while, snowflakes started to fall in the sky again.
"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, which is a sign of great auspiciousness."
Zhu Houzhao knew that Concubine Xian was comforting him. He grabbed those white and tender little hands and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. If it's good, I want to be powerful in the world. If it's bad, I want to be powerful in the world."
In fact, he himself felt that driving Yang Yiqing away this time would have an impact on the relationship between monarch and minister.
In addition, as the prince grew up, Concubine Ning and Concubine Zhao also had other thoughts. If he praised his son, they would be happy, but if he criticized him, they would also feel uncomfortable.
This is a characteristic of women in this era and will not change due to any feelings or love. Zhu Houzhao can understand it, but when talking to them, he always feels that they are always concerned about how the emperor views his son.
Sometimes I feel bored.
As for Queen Xia, because she has no children, she has to take care of her all the time. She can't control herself. She always worries a lot more and becomes cautious in front of her.
If one party in the relationship starts to become afraid, how can it not change after a long time?
If you are in this position, sooner or later you will definitely become a loner.
But as he thinks now, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. It doesn't matter if he is alone. He is not here to manage love and friendship.
Of course, in this increasingly cold trend, Concubine Xian still remains as quiet and gentle as a spring pond, so she probably snoozes here.
Soon, Zaiyao finished his day of study and was sent over by his servants.
Under the guidance of Concubine Xian, Zai Yao was the most knowledgeable about etiquette. He knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "My son, I will see you, the Emperor."
"Come here, daddy, give me a hug."
Zaiyao didn't know whether it was possible or not, so he looked at his mother and said,
Concubine Xian said with a cold face: "Father is the guide for son, don't you understand?"
Seeing this situation made Zhu Houzhao feel distressed, "The child is still young, so there is no need for this."
Concubine Xian lowered her head, admitting her mistake, and then took her sister to the side.
Zhu Houzhao held his child in his arms and looked at the snowy sky.
"Is Father unhappy?"
"Yes, there is a very caring minister who I will never see again."
"Father, don't cry."
Zhu Houzhao sniffed. He actually didn't cry, but he did have a sad face.
The next morning,
The emperor summoned Wang Hao, Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua.
"How did you sleep last night?"
The three of them were confused about what the emperor meant, so they only heard him continue: "Wang Bing's death was so sudden. I still can't figure out why a living person suddenly disappeared. I didn't sleep a wink last night, and until now, Suddenly I felt that things are impermanent and life is short.”
"Your Majesty." Wang Hao said slightly worriedly: "Human beings are born, old, sick and die. This is the cycle of heaven. Your Majesty must not have any thoughts of being world-weary."
"Weary of the world?" Zhu Houzhao turned around and chuckled, "Mr. Wangge misunderstood. I don't have any weary of the world. I just feel that since life is impermanent and time flies, I can't waste it at will. I still want to do more. In the past, I always felt that I was young and had enough time. But now that I think about it, it is wrong. The flowers have bloomed and they have to be cut off. Don’t wait until the flowers are gone. The eleventh year of Zhengde is just around the corner. Some things cannot be delayed any longer, even if the means are drastic. Some."
Zhengde in history only lasted sixteen years. He originally thought he was in good health, but witnessing a good man disappear in just two months still had some impact.
Medical conditions were not developed in ancient times, and a strange patient might die.
He himself couldn't tell whether it would be the Seventeenth Year of Zhengde, so he said time was tight.
"The resurgence of the Ming Dynasty has taken shape. As long as the monarch and his ministers work together, there is no suspense about creating a prosperous age. Your Majesty is not too impatient for such a situation."
Zhu Houzhao shook his head, "As for industrial matters, since the Ministry of Industry has been established, then we can do it. The key this year is the Tianxia Qingtian Order. I gave Zhang Cong three to five months to train personnel, so the official start time is about After the meeting, this matter... I will tell you my ugly words first. If you don't like it, don't blame me for being ruthless. You can spread these words and cooperate with your husband. It's just a matter of paying a little tax when the time comes. Don't make it so. The family was destroyed.”
The emperor's words were full of profound meaning, which was simply unimaginable ten years ago.
"The cabinet will definitely convey this sacred intention to all officials."
The message will be conveyed, Zhu Houzhao believed, but there are still people who won’t shed tears without seeing the coffin. He was already prepared in his heart. Except for those who had martyrs in his family who could be forgiven, he would definitely not listen to anyone else's pleas. People who sacrificed their lives for the country are different. The court cannot punish someone's father, wife and children after the death of their son for a minor crime.
"Let's talk about funeral arrangements."
"yes."
(End of chapter)
