Time came to the first day of the first lunar month in an instant.
The sun rises slowly on a new day, the frost at night begins to slowly fade away, and the sun begins to wake up the sleeping world. Slowly, the first ray of sunshine on the first day of the new year falls through the window on the sky. Zai Jing's profile.
This represents the official arrival of the first year of Longqing!
The entire palace has been busy since midnight yesterday. The eunuchs cleaning and washing, the royal guards guarding the imperial city, and the officials who woke up early and started preparations all got up earlier than Zhu Zaijing.
It wasn't that Zhu Zaixing stayed in bed, it was just that the various activities on this day were too boring and too long, so he slept a little longer to replenish his energy.
Several palace maids were waiting on him, dressed in imperial robes.
The royal robe is not as good as the dragon robe. Although Lao Zhu's family can be regarded as a more easy-going family among the emperors in the past, after all, it has a family atmosphere, so it is inevitable to wear the dragon robe almost every two or three days.
But Mianfu is different. Gunfu is only worn during sacrifices and New Year's Eve throughout the year.
The so-called mianfu is an imperial costume that is more serious and rare than the dragon robe. According to the regulations of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor's mianfu is 12 taels, plus Xuanyi. Black is black.
So Xuanyi is actually black clothes. The prince can only wear cyan. The crown prince also wears black, but other decorations are consistent with the prince's. In other words, the emperor and crown prince wear black robes; the prince, crown prince and prince wear blue robes.
In fact, the meaning of the mianfu is more important than people in later generations understood.
Gun Mianfu is the highlight of Chinese clothing. In the long history, as long as the Han Dynasty appears, it will inevitably be revived.
It has great vitality - because it is the ultimate symbol of imperial power.
Even in modern times, when Yuan Shikai established his short-lived "Chinese Empire", he wore this kind of crown uniform on the day he ascended the throne.
Zhu Zaijing, who put on the crown with the help of several people, was not used to having 12 hairs dangling in front of his eyes.
It's relatively heavy, so I'll probably have to take one step at a time when I'm able to walk again.
Then, the palace maids put the crown clothes on him.
In addition to the sun, moon and stars, dragon patterns and Chinese insects are embroidered on the sleeves of the uniform, and axes are also embroidered under the skirt, etc. These all mean the unification of mountains and rivers and the unity of the world. They also symbolize the imperial power and the emperor's responsibility.
The top is a short coat, and the bottom is a skirt. Although it is more troublesome to put on, it is different from the dragon robe and is quite breathable and cool.
After getting dressed, Zhu Zaijing ordered someone to take a small comb and comb his beard, which was not very long, and came to the bronze mirror to look at himself.
"So fucking handsome!"
At this moment, Zhu Zaijing really wanted to take out his phone and take a series of fatal shots!
Genuine hand-made silk clothes are simply incomparable to those restored in later generations.
Just talking about the heaviness, it corresponds to the sky and the earth.
"Are you kidding me about the aesthetics of our ancestors?" Zhu Zaijing muttered to himself, wondering how handsome he looked in the bronze mirror, "Chinese clothes, unrivaled elegance!"
"Compared with zombie clothes, Western clothes are much more beautiful!"
Even with this Chinese dress, Zhu Zaijing would never let Ming Dynasty repeat the mistakes of history.
Should such beautiful clothes be passed down to future generations?
Should future generations see this costume that carries thousands of years of history?
"What reason do I have for not working hard?" Zhu Zaijing's eyes were filled with tears, "Just so that my clothes will not be replaced by zombie clothes and western clothes, and just so that this inheritance will not be cut off, I have to work hard to change history! "
Just as he was sighing, Feng Bao walked in with Zhu Yijun in his arms.
"Long live the prince, the prince, the queen, and the noble concubine are here!"
Zhu Zaijing wiped his glasses and turned around to look over.
"See...Father!"
Zhu Yijun, who is only four years old, also wears a tailor-made crown dress and a small nine-pin crown.
"Get up!" Zhu Zaijing smiled.
"Thank you, Father!"
The little guy's pronunciation was not very clear yet, but Zhu Zaijing was still happy to hear it.
Although I feel somewhat distant from this cheap son, right now he is just a very cute little baby.
Zhu Zaijing, who was single for many years in his previous life, always liked to play with young men, not to mention such a cute little chubby boy like Zhu Yijun.
"I see you, Your Majesty!"
Zhu Zaijing followed the sound and looked over. Empress Chen and Mrs. Li had also arrived. The unnamed headdresses on their heads were shining with golden light.
Their outfits are also very luxurious, with gold threads and various jewelry visible to the naked eye on their sleeves.
"I'm fine, get up!"
Mrs. Li is Zhu Yijun’s biological mother.
However, because Empress Chen had no heirs, and the crown prince could not remain empty forever, according to the principle set by Lao Zhu that "there is no direct descendant, no direct descendant", the eldest son Zhu Yijun became the son of Empress Chen in name. Only then can he be established as a prince.
Zhu Zaijing didn't care much about the affairs of the harem on weekdays. Zhu Yijun still lived with Mrs. Li on weekdays, but the little guy was very sensible and would visit Queen Chen every day.
Historically, Zhu Yijun was not only filial to his biological mother, Li, but also to Empress Chen. After Long Qing stared and stretched her legs, Empress Chen was heartbroken. It was Zhu Yijun who stayed with her every day to help her through those difficult days.
(In the early days, Shenzong was in the East Palace. Every morning, he would pay homage to his predecessor, the emperor, and his biological mother. After that, he would greet them and hear the sound of footsteps, and he would be very happy.
——"History of the Ming Dynasty·Volume 14·Biographies 2·Concubines 2")
Empress Chen and Concubine Li did not fight each other over their sons. On the contrary, in history, during the period when Wanli had just ascended the throne, Chen and Li worked together to stabilize the turbulent court and stabilize people's hearts.
You can criticize Wanli in other aspects, but in terms of filial piety, Wanli is really a standard filial son.
"Are you all here? It seems that you all got up very early! But I, the emperor, stayed in bed for a while, hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha...Father is a big slacker!"
Zhu Yijun also laughed.
"Zhu Yijun! Just as Li opened her mouth to stop her, she saw Zhu Zaijing wave his hand to stop her.
"He has to be manipulated like a puppet all day today. Just relax in private!"
"Yes, us adults will be exhausted today, let alone children?"
Empress Chen already had the kind face of Zhang Guotai Min'an, but when little Zhu Yijun made her laugh like this, her face became even warmer.
Li's tutoring was very strict. Historically, Xiao Wanli had Zhang Juzheng, a powerful teacher who could be called his godfather, and Li who was strict with himself, which really made the child miserable.
She, who had always been serious, now had a somewhat relaxed look on her face, "Yes, Your Majesty and the Queen said so!"
"Yes!" Zhu Zaijing said, "After today, I may not be able to lift my arms and legs tomorrow, hahahaha..."
"Zhu Yijun, have you remembered all the etiquette during worship and going to court?"
Zhu Zaijing knelt down and pinched his fleshy cheeks.
Zhu Yijun looked at his father blankly.
"Back to my father, I forgot all about it as soon as I woke up!"
