Li Qing took a few steps back, tightened his belt, and tore the silk cloth used to wipe silver needles into strips to make leggings, looking like he was wearing short clothes.
"Count how many times Brother Qing can turn over?"
"Um…"
Li Qing's calves were tense, and his body sank slightly. The next moment, he rose into the air, then exerted force on his waist, and his body did a 360° rotation, landing firmly on the ground.
The moment your feet touch the ground, with a slight click, you rise into the air again, twist your body in the air, land, and soar...
Li Qing danced extremely fast, his movements flowing smoothly without any stagnation. He danced faster and faster, like a spinning windmill...
[: Are you here to sing too?
:Yes, you too?
: No, I'm just watching a show!
The little chubby little boy makes a milky sound and is cute and naive.
He couldn't help but pinch the little guy's pink face and flick it, it felt great.
: If you dare to pinch my face, I will spank you.
: Just kidding, don’t be angry. It’s not okay for a man to be so stingy.
: Humph, my face is not made of dough.
The little chubby boy has a childish face with a hint of maturity, and the contrast is very cute.
: How old is the prince this year?
: Four and a half years old.
The little guy had a proud and proud look on his face, as if he was already an adult at four and a half years old.
: You stay in the palace and play with me from now on. I have money. Follow me and you will eat well.
He couldn't help laughing: I'll think about it.
Second encounter.
:Why don’t you recognize me?
Little Fatty was a little angry.
: I...I have difficulties.
He explained.
Little Fatty was easy to coax and forgave him.
: I will help you keep the secret, good friend, be loyal!
: Good friends, be loyal!
: You are going to fight with your father tomorrow. You can’t die in battle!
: It’s autumn, it’s cold outside, come in and talk, little fat guy, how did you get this fat?
: How long can it grow? It all comes from eating it one bite at a time.
The little chubby boy hummed and seemed very proud.
The third encounter, the fourth time...]
In his mind, the 'slideshow' kept flashing, Li Qing was doing somersaults and flips, his movements were smooth and very enjoyable, just like when he first met him.
On the bed, the little fat man's face was full of nostalgia, with an aftertasteful smile on his lips. The morning sun shone in through the window, the floor was golden, and his face was also radiant.
For a long time, for a long time...
He tried his best to hold on, but in the end he was unable. The morning light gradually lost its luster and the picture began to blur.
He murmured softly: "Brother Qing, don't turn over, little fat... I can't count..."
The heavy eyelids slowly closed, and the faint smile on his face gradually settled.
"Father, father...!"
Zhu Zhanji howled heartbreakingly, and Queen Zhang cried sadly.
Li Qing stopped and burst into tears.
"Your Majesty..." In the outer hall, the ministers screamed sadly and burst into tears.
…
After the emperor passed away, the palace became busy, replacing the robes, and the ministers also went home to prepare.
Li Qing dragged his heavy steps back home in despair, put on mourning clothes, and walked out in despair.
"Sir..." Wan Ling stopped him and handed him a piece of ginger.
Li Qing waved his hand slightly but did not pick it up.
When we came to the palace again, it was already deserted and there were cries everywhere.
"Cry~"
"Your Majesty..."
"Stop~"
It was the same thing again, but Li Qing's numb heart was still unavoidably throbbing, even more than before.
My eyes are filled with pure essence and my ears are filled with cries...
The sun hides behind the clouds, the sunny weather gradually turns gloomy, the wind blows, raising the hanging white lanterns, raising the white clothes, raising waves in the heart...
Snowing.
A crystal white snowflake fell on his eyelashes, blurring Li Qing's vision.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, giving the entire palace a layer of white.
…
…
…
Three days later, Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne.
As the new year was approaching and the late emperor had just passed away, Zhu Zhanji made no big moves and just handled government affairs step by step.
Everything has returned to normal, and the huge machine of the Ming Dynasty will not stop turning because of anyone's departure, not even the emperor.
Li Qing felt an indescribable melancholy. He couldn't be described as grief-stricken, but he felt deeply lost.
After Zhu Zhanji came to the throne for the first time in the morning, he stayed at home and did not go out.
He was so tired that he didn't want to do anything but just be bored.
A few days later, it was time for annual vacation.
During the national mourning period, there were no red or colorful decorations in the courtyard, the atmosphere of the New Year was much less, and life was less bright.
New Year's Day.
This was a day to pay New Year's greetings to the new emperor. In previous years, Li Qing would get up early and go to receive red envelopes with great joy, but this year he stayed in bed. Wan Ling urged him several times before he got up.
The new emperor has just ascended the throne. Even if he doesn't ask for a red envelope, he has to give him face.
When Li Qing arrived, Zhu Zhanji was already handing out red envelopes.
When it was Li Qing's turn, Zhu Zhanji said softly: "Don't leave yet, follow me to the Imperial Study Room later."
"good."
~
The ministers dispersed and the two of them came to the imperial study.
Zhu Zhanji waved away the waiting Xiaohuangmen and said, "Uncle Qing, after the New Year, I plan to rectify the affairs of the court."
Li Qing was not surprised. This was in line with Zhu Zhanji's character. In fact, it was time for the government to rectify the situation.
"What are you going to do?"
"Change the system."
"How to change it?"
"Delegate power." Zhu Zhanji said.
Li Qing was greatly surprised, and his brows gradually furrowed: "Taizu and Taizong have always firmly controlled power. Even though they are as kind as your father, they have never delegated power. Have you thought about it?"
"Think about it." Zhu Zhanji said, "Taizong's entrepreneurship established the Ming Dynasty. Taizong's second entrepreneurship brought the Ming Dynasty to a new height and built the framework of the Ming Dynasty;
They laid a solid foundation for Ming Dynasty, and now, it is time for real development. "
Zhu Zhanji sighed: "These days, I have been thinking day and night, and finally found that the best strategy is to rule together between the king and his ministers.
Only in this way can the Ming Dynasty take another step forward, and the prosperous age can continue. The prosperous age no longer belongs only to the Ming Dynasty, but belongs to everyone, so that the common people can also enjoy the prosperity of this prosperous age. "
Li Qing pondered, as Zhu Zhanji said, the prosperous age of Yongle did not have much to do with the people. The prosperous age of Yongle only belonged to the dynasty.
In fact, the people of Yongle Dynasty did not live a good life!
Taizu founded the Ming Dynasty; Emperor Taizong went to the West, built canals, conquered Jiaozhi, and conquered Mobei; Emperor Renzong moved the people from the south to the north and opened the sea to lift the ban.
The three emperors laid an extremely solid foundation for the Ming Dynasty, and now it is time to truly prosper.
"If you want to delegate power, you must first be strong," Li Qing said. "We must not let them grow wild, otherwise the successors will be ignored."
Zhu Zhanji nodded: "This is natural. I have already thought about the tightening curse."
"yes……?"
"Eunuch!"
Li Qing suddenly said: "They are the only ones."
In terms of loyalty alone, there is no doubt that eunuchs are far more loyal to the emperor than any official.
Because their power comes from the emperor!
"Have you thought about the specific plan?"
"Not yet." Zhu Zhanji shook his head slightly, "Why don't I tell you first? I want to hear your opinion."
Li Qing glanced at him: "Aren't you quite confident?"
A flash of embarrassment flashed across Zhu Zhanji's face, "I was arrogant before, but now that I am sitting in this position, I feel more and more that I have a long way to go. I need to maintain a humble and enterprising heart. My abilities are indeed limited."
"You can think so, which is the greatest progress." Li Qing rarely praised him.
This time, Zhu Zhanji was not complacent, and said sincerely: "Uncle Qing, my father is gone, and I am very sad, but... life has to go on, right?
People have to look forward. It’s not okay for you to stay behind closed doors. I need you, Ming Dynasty needs you, and the people also need you..."
"Okay, don't wear a high hat on me." Li Qing glanced at him sideways, "I will pay homage in the morning after the new year."
I never mentioned it to you in the morning... Zhu Zhanji smiled: "This is the best."
Li Qing stood up and said, "I'm going to see your father."
"Together."
…
What else is there to see?
Except for a coffin, there was no one at all. I just saw things and missed people.
But Li Qing stayed for a long time. After the burial, he couldn't even see the coffin.
It is said that parting is for a better reunion, but some partings are destined not to meet again.
Until now, Li Qing still hasn't come out of the haze. He often dreams about that naive and cute little fat boy, and the big fat boy with a sad face...
The ninth day of the first lunar month is the day when Little Fatty is buried.
The mourning procession formed a line, and the ministers howled bitterly. Some were sad because the emperor was leaving, and some were because the capital was moved.
They knew that with the burial of the two emperors, there would be no possibility of moving the capital.
Li Qing carried the coffin all the way to the Xianling Mausoleum and watched with his own eyes as the coffin was buried in the deep grave. He remained silent for a long time, as if his heart was also buried in it.
A gust of wind came, and the wind and sand blurred my eyes.
…
The next day, Zhu Zhanji officially ascended the throne.
Year name: Xuande.
The new emperor ascended the throne, granted a general amnesty to the world, reduced some taxes for the people, and all the civil and military officials also benefited more or less. They were all filled with joy, which was in sharp contrast to the sadness of yesterday.
It was another busy day. Li Qing returned home and leaned on the recliner, too lazy to move.
"Sir, don't be sad." Wan Ling said softly, "Every party in the world must come to an end. You have to learn to adapt."
"Sir, I'm not sad," Li Qing forced a smile and sighed: "It's just... loss and regret."
Wan Ling consoled her: "How can there be no regrets in life?"
"Yes, there are no regrets." Li Qing smiled bitterly and nodded: But I have too many regrets...
"Where's Hongxiu? I haven't seen her show up in the past two days."
Wan Ling hesitated and said, "Sister Hongxiu is sick."
"Ah?" Li Qing sat up in shock, "When?"
Wan Ling timidly said: "It's not a serious illness, it's just the cold. Sister Hongxiu said that your husband is in a bad mood and doesn't want to cause trouble."
"Why is this causing trouble?"
Li Qing was a little angry, "Where is she?"
"Here, in the east wing, hey... Sir, please wait for me..."
East wing.
There were several charcoal pots burning in the room to heat up, Hongxiu was still covered with two pairs of quilts, her face was pale, and Lianxiang was by her side.
Seeing Li Qing hurried in with a sullen face, Lianxiang stood up in a hurry, and Hongxiu also sat up, "Sir..."
"Lie down quickly." Li Qing stepped forward quickly and said slightly reproachfully: "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
Hong Xiu timidly said: "It's just the wind and cold. I'm thinking about asking the doctor to prescribe a couple of medicines, and I'll be fine after just taking them."
Seeing her like this, Li Qing couldn't bear to be harsh and said warmly: "Can those doctors compare with sir?"
