Fengtian Temple.
Zhu Jianshen stood on the side of the dragon chair, looking at the courtiers paying homage below, feeling heroic in his heart.
This is the pinnacle of power!
"I see the prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old...!" After the ministers bowed to the dragon throne, they bowed to Zhu Jianshen again, their voices loud and clear, no less than the shouts of long live just now.
Zhu Jian took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Ping Sheng!"
His face was flushed, not just him, this was the only way for all emperors to go, and everyone was excited when they first came here to receive worship.
'I will definitely become a wise king! '
He thought so...
Qianqing Palace.
After Zhu Qiyu received acupuncture and drank the decoction, his complexion became better, but he was still weak.
"Sir, are you still satisfied with the prince?"
Li Qing took the medicine bowl and placed it on the tray aside, nodded and said: "I'm satisfied for now, but it still needs training."
"As long as you are satisfied, there will be more time in the future." Zhu Qiyu struggled to sit up.
Li Qing stood up, supported him, and put a pillow for him.
Zhu Qiyu had been lying down for a long time and felt much more comfortable sitting like this. He asked, "Sir, how long can I probably hold on?"
"About a month and a half." Li Qing said after careful consideration.
"Can...you don't have to lie down like this?" Zhu Qiyu said, "I really don't want to lie down like this. It's quite uncomfortable. I want to take a walk."
"In that case... it might be shorter."
"It doesn't matter, it's better than lying down." Zhu Qiyu said with longing, "Sorry, sir."
Li Qing sighed and nodded slightly.
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The next day.
Zhu Qiyu felt much better and was even able to go to court, but he did not go. Instead, he took a dragon chariot to visit the capital.
Now that the country is under prison, he doesn't want to go back on his word. It's his last days, and he also wants to live for himself for a few days.
The streets of the capital were bustling with people, and shops were located next to each other. Zhu Qiyu was very pleased to see them.
Then he went to Lianjia Tun'er and saw that the people were still poor, and he couldn't help but feel regretful.
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In the following days, Zhu Qiyu would go out for a walk almost every day. Sometimes he would come to the courtyard to chat with his elder brother, and by the way, he would also chat with his niece. He had a very comfortable time. ΟиЪ.ōΓＧ
Time flows like this, in the blink of an eye, more than twenty days have passed, and Zhu Qiyu is lying back on the hospital bed again.
This time, Li Qing had no choice.
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This day, the fifth watch.
The Qianqing Palace is brightly lit.
Li Qing and Zhu Jianshen knelt in front of the bed, and other ministers knelt behind them. Zhu Qiyu was lying on the bed, his eyes dull. He had reached his limit.
All the explanations that needed to be done were given, and he calmly waited for the end to come.
For a long time, Zhu Qiyu said bitterly to himself: "In the end, I couldn't... conquer the grassland."
"Second uncle's regret, Jianshen will help you to complete it." Zhu Jianshen's voice was not loud, but his tone was serious.
While Zhu Qiyu was pleased, he felt a little worried at the same time, "Seeing the depth of things, everything must be done...don't rush, take it slow, and things will go smoothly if you slow down. Don't be swayed by emotions, don't act impulsively...you must remember it."
"Keep this in mind." Zhu Jianshen nodded seriously.
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Qiyu's mouth, and he looked at Li Qing again, feeling more reassured. He slowly turned his head and looked at the carvings on the beam, his eyes gradually blurred...
He was too tired. At the last moment of his life, he wanted to take a rest and do something useless.
He was just in a daze, so relaxed, for a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...
Zhu Qiyu always maintains the same movement and expression, just like a sculpture.
A ray of morning light shone in, and Zhu Qiyu's expression changed slightly. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was relieved: "It's dawn..."
He closed his eyes tiredly...
It's dawn, but the sun of Ming Dynasty has fallen...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Xiao Hengzi called softly twice, but... Zhu Qiyu's expression was frozen...
Xiao Hengzi looked sad and cried sharply: "The emperor... passed away!"
"Your Majesty...!"
The ministers mourned and howled incessantly, and the hall was drowned by their cries.
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Small courtyard.
Zhu Qizhen stared blankly at the sun in the sky. It was so dazzling that he could not see clearly. The more he looked, the blurry it became...
Li Hong came back with breakfast and said sadly: "Uncle Zhu, when I passed by the palace gate..."
After a pause, he said: "The emperor passed away."
"I know, I know..." Zhu Qizhen still looked at the sky, which became blurry...
Zhu Wanqing cried loudly...
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"Cry~"
As Xiao Hengzi's crying voice sounded, the crying in front of Qianqing Palace suddenly increased, deafening...
"Stop~"
The crying decreased and turned into sobbing...
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The news of the emperor's death first spread in the capital. People wore white silk ribbons to observe the emperor's filial piety, but their lives were not affected.
Zhu Qiyu said that people's lives should not be affected, and people should observe filial piety for seven days. After the seven days, everything will continue as usual, and there should be no restrictions on people's marriage.
…
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A country cannot live without a king for a day. Prince Zhu Jianshen automatically became the emperor the moment Zhu Qiyu died.
The emperor should give top priority to state affairs, and people should observe filial piety for three years, but the emperor cannot do it and can only replace one year with one day. After three days of keeping vigil for his second uncle, Zhu Jianshen succeeded to the throne and became the eighth emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
But before the previous emperor was buried, he was not an emperor in the true sense, although he could already exercise the rights of an emperor.
Only after the late emperor was buried and the enthronement ceremony was over, Zhu Jianshen was the real emperor.
He has been very busy these days, so busy that he has no time to sleep. While observing his filial piety, he is also busy adapting to being an emperor. The compact and fast pace of life makes him very uncomfortable.
The wake has passed, but Zhu Jianshen still comes to the mourning hall every day and cries in the morning, noon and evening.
This is a ritual that the emperor must also abide by, and must strictly abide by it.
The Ming Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, and the emperor must set an example.
This seventeen-year-old boy has been miserable during this period, but he can only grit his teeth and persevere.
This is the price you have to pay for being an emperor. Every emperor has been like this. Even Zhu Di, who rebelled against the throne, cried a lot.
Not to mention those who inherit in line.
The palace is completely deserted, and the streets of the capital are also much deserted...
The transfer of power this time was very smooth. The crown prince has been confirmed for so many years, and the ministers have been more or less close to the new emperor. They think that they are unlikely to be implicated by the "one emperor, one minister", so they are all honest. .
Even in order to show his face in front of Cintiq, his work attitude is even more positive, and everything is developing in a good direction.
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Ten days later, after discussions between the Hanlin Academy, the Ministry of Rites, and the cabinet, Zhu Qiyu’s posthumous title was drafted:
Fu Tian built Dao, Gongren Kangding, Long Wenbu and Wu showed virtue and worshiped Emperor Xiaojing!
At first, the posthumous title only had one character, but it gradually became longer as time changed. Since Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, the posthumous title was like a wild horse running wild, getting longer and longer each day. By the Ming Dynasty, it had grown to seventeen characters.
The longer it is, the harder it is to remember, and few people remember it all. Therefore, starting from the Tang Dynasty, people no longer called Emperor Gao, Emperor Wen, Emperor Wu like the emperors of the Han Dynasty... but simply called them by their temple names, Taizu and Taizong. …
This is short and easy to remember!
This is also the reason why Zhu Qiyu doesn't care about posthumous names but values temple names, because most people except historians don't remember this stuff.
However, because Zhu Yuanzhang used Hongwu as his reign name throughout his dynasty and never changed it, and Zhu Di and others later did not dare to change it. One reign name lasted a lifetime. Therefore, most people called the emperor by his reign name.
But in the official circles of temples, people are still referred to by their temple names.
In short... there are several titles for the emperor, which one is familiar to people, and which one people call him.
Li Qing didn't care about this, the posthumous title wasn't bad, and there was no need to play devil's advocate.
But a few days later, he couldn't stand the temple name submitted by the ministers. What the hell is Daizong?
Bullying someone else's son into not succeeding?
In fact, he had wronged this group of people this time. In fact, they did not want to draw up this, mainly because they were afraid of making a good one that would displease the new emperor. After all, they were not from the same branch.
But for those who wanted to do something wrong, their own conscience had gone away, so they simply used this temple name that did not contain praise or blame, but was in line with the actual situation.
Li Qing found the source-Zhu Jianshen.
"What do you think, just giving him such a title?"
"Gu is not that stingy." Zhu Jianshen denied, "This is because they guessed Gu's thoughts, and Gu has already dismissed it."
Li Qing's anger slowed down and he said: "After rejecting it, they will still try to figure out your thoughts. How about I come up with one?"
Zhu Jianshen glanced at him: "Let's talk and listen."
"Zhongzong!"
"Zhongzong..." Zhu Jian chewed the temple name deeply and frowned slightly. Zhongzong means the Lord of Zhongxing, and it is a temple name with particularly high quality.
But at the same time, it also meant that the country had fallen into a downturn before, which seriously affected his father's reputation, and he didn't like it.
Although his father has faded in his memory, Zhu Jianshen still wants to maintain not only the relationship between father and son, but also political correctness.
"It's not appropriate." Zhu Jianshen said, "Let's show the ancestral line!"
Xianzong is also a good temple name, and Zhu Jianshen is not mean.
Li Qing said: "As for Zhongzong, your father will not be angry if he knows."
"Xianzong, it's settled." Zhu Jianshen refused to give in.
"Zhongzong!"
"Xianzong!"
"Zhongzong, listen to me, you won't suffer any loss." Li Qing said, "In exchange, I can help you find out about Wan Zhen'er's current situation."
"...Second uncle's achievements are comparable to Zhongzong." Zhu Jianshen said.
Li Qing smiled.
…
Twenty-seven days after the coffin was laid, Zhu Qiyu's coffin left the palace and went to the Shouling Mausoleum in Tianshou Mountain.
(By the way, Shouling is actually the current Qingling Mausoleum. It was originally the imperial mausoleum of Emperor Jingtai. Later, Zhu Qiyu was deprived of his imperial title and could not be buried in the Ming Emperor's mausoleum. Later, because Ming Guangzong was too short-lived, he was not buried in the mausoleum of Emperor Jingtai. He died within a month, and there was no time to build the imperial mausoleum. In addition, Wanli's funeral had to be held, so the court had no choice but to bury Ming Guangzong in the unused Shouling Mausoleum and renamed it Qingling Mausoleum.)
Zhu Jianshen held the spirit in front of him, followed by Li Qing, Yu Qian and other ministers, respectfully seeing off the kind Emperor Jingtai on his last journey.
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As the last piece of earth in the imperial mausoleum was sealed, the era belonging to Emperor Jingtai also came to an end.
Li Qing looked at the imperial mausoleum and was stunned for a long time, then said softly: "It's a good journey..."
