The capital, a small teaching ground.
Before dawn, people were already crossing the East-West Screen Wall Avenue and entering the outskirts of the training ground, waiting for today's sword dance test. From time to time, they breathed hot air into their hands and stamped their feet.
It was a bit cold, and what was even more troublesome was that it started to rain lightly at Chenshi.
The people were unprepared, but did not want to give up the good position, so they could only wait in the rain. But it's not summer or autumn right now, it's winter. Although the rain isn't heavy, it still drifts like this and the clothes will get wet.
Juren entered the ceremony, officials entered the ceremony, and the feudal lord entered the ceremony.
Just when everyone thought that Zhu Yunwen would not come again due to such weather, Zhu Yunwen once again came to the teaching ground in person. Not only that, Zhu Yunwen also stood on the teaching ground, looking at the countless people waiting in the drizzle, and ordered the sergeant to take out the Felt clothes and felt hats to protect the rain were distributed to the people.
In order to enjoy and suffer with the people, Zhu Yunwen did not stay in the tent that was set up, but insisted on standing outside.
Facing the persuasion of the cabinet and the vassal king, Zhu Yunwen shouted loudly: "The people are standing in the rain, and I am the emperor, how can I sit alone in the tent? If I can't protect all the people, then let me get wet with the people in the rain!"
Suddenly, Zhu Yunwen's reputation for benevolence flourished, and the people burst into tears of gratitude and cried loudly.
Zhu Di, Zhu Quan and other vassal kings could not help but secretly admire Zhu Yunwen. He was now an extremely competent emperor. He was good at taking advantage of every opportunity to show off. He could win over countless people just by being caught in the rain. This kind of operation was really too great. Worth it.
In later generations, when Zhu Yunwen was reading history books, he always felt a little false whenever he saw scenes of ministers or people crying. How could a dignified man cry whenever he wanted, and how could people shed tears so easily?
But the reality is that the people and officials of the Ming Dynasty were very emotional and easily moved, and their tear and saliva systems were very developed.
The chamberlain brought an umbrella, but Zhu Yunwen pushed it away, hoping to give the umbrella to the people and children who were still watching the martial arts competition in the rain. With the people moved, the sword dance test came to an end on the second day.
Dancing swords also come in three sizes, namely eighty kilograms, one hundred kilograms, and one hundred and twenty kilograms. Although the sword is not a pure Qinglong Yanyue sword, the shape is not much different.
This test is obviously different from lifting a stone or drawing a stiff bow. Not only must you be able to hold the knife, but you must also be able to dance with the knife. It is dancing, not lifting, not pulling. There is a set of prescribed technical points, such as holding the knife in your hand. , swinging in a circle from the left, going around the head, swinging in a circle from the right, going around the head, dancing the long knife from the chest, and turning the long knife through the back...
Of course, all actions must be done in one go, without any sloppiness or pauses in the middle.
Lifting rocks and drawing bows, to a certain extent, place more emphasis on explosive power, but dancing with swords obviously places more emphasis on endurance and individual combat power. It will be hard for future generations to imagine that eighty pounds is just the lowest level for sword dancing in the martial arts examination. But this is the reality of the era of cold weapons, where power dominates the world.
Zhu Yunwen looked at his hands. Although he exercised a lot on weekdays and learned to ride a horse, but for him to dance with a broadsword, he would probably have to equip himself with a craftsman-like sword that weighed less than ten kilograms...
Taking into account the weather, the Ministry of War temporarily changed the plan and arranged the knife dance in groups of four to speed up the test. The martial artist who originally performed well in lifting stones and pulling hard bows showed his true ability at this moment.
Most of the martial arts lifters selected eighty-pound swords. Even so, there were still a few martial arts lifters who failed to complete the movements and were forced to retreat. The most unbearable ones even danced while they were still in place, but the sword disappeared. Maybe he didn't have the strength, but the knife flew five or six steps forward. Maybe he had the strength, but he couldn't even catch the knife.
Xue Lu maintained his bravery and became the first and only person to challenge the 120-pound sword dance. The wind of the sword cut through the thin rain and swam like a dragon. A set of sword skills moved the clouds and flowing water, and finally ended up with a sword. At the end, he slashes Huashan Mountain with his sword, looking like a God of War, which is shocking.
Yuan Yue, like most people, chose the eighty-pound sword, which danced like the wind, which was pretty good. On the other hand, Ji Gang, although he was arrogant, did not dare to take a 120-jin sword, and only chose a 100-jin sword.
Until noon, the sword dance came to an end.
Zhu Yunwen comforted Wu Juren and returned to the palace in the eyes of the people.
Ma Enhui saw that Zhu Yunwen was almost soaked. After asking why, she felt so distressed that she ordered people to prepare hot water, soup, and clothes, while complaining: "It's winter, the sky is already cold, how can you get wet in the rain? If the emperor's body has I'm sick, how can I see the Queen Mother?"
"Compared to the public sentiment, this little storm is nothing." Zhu Yunwen took off his coat and looked around. He didn't see Zhu Wenkui, so he couldn't help asking: "Wenkui has no schoolwork these days, why isn't he here?"
After hearing this, Ma Enhui complained even more: "I went to Yonghe Palace and spent the past two days playing crazy there."
"Yonghe Palace?"
Zhu Yunwen was a little surprised.
Yonghe Palace is the residence of Yizhen'er. What fun does Zhu Wenkui have in going there?
Ma Enhui pulled Zhu Yunwen to the table, pointed at the objects on the table, then bowed and blew a breath, and a tinkling sound was heard.
Zhu Yunwen looked at the objects on the table, a wooden pole with four wooden sticks in different directions on it. It was pasted with cut red, yellow and green colored paper and hung with a small copper bell. When the wind came, the ribbons rotated.
"windmill?"
Zhu Yunwen smiled. In this palace, it is rare to encounter such a thing.
Ma Enhui rolled her eyes at Zhu Yunwen and said, "What windmill? This is an auspicious wheel."
"Well……"
Zhu Yunwen looked at the windmill and heard this time that it had this other name.
Ma Enhui sighed: "This auspicious wheel has another name, the Bagua Wind Wheel. It is said that Jiang Ziya used it to suppress demons and demons. These four ribbons are the Four Seasons Peace Talisman..."
Zhu Yunwen listened to Ma Enhui's words and asked, "Could this thing be made by Na Yizhen'er?"
Ma Enhui nodded repeatedly, not only the auspicious wheel, but also a bunch of gadgets. Zhu Wenkui and Han Xiayu were already keen on doing handicrafts. They ran to Yonghe Palace at dawn to find Yizhen'er playing with various novel gadgets. object.
"The emperor is still laughing. If things continue like this, if the prince fails to learn and becomes a carpenter, how can I live up to the royal family?"
Ma Enhui was really worried.
When Zhu Yunwen heard the word "carpenter", he couldn't sit still.
Ma Enhui didn't know that there was a famous carpenter emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty, but Zhu Yunwen knew very well that during that period, there was a 9990-year-old eunuch. This was not good. His son's interest could not be to be a carpenter...
But once you have a point of interest, it is inappropriate to interrupt abruptly, you can only guide.
Zhu Yunwen thought for a moment, then ordered his chamberlain to prepare some items to send to Yonghe Palace. After taking a bath, he went to Yonghe Palace with Ma Enhui.
Since Yizhen'er came to the palace, apart from rarely seeing Zhu Yunwen, she has lived a very happy life. She is not the kind of woman who feels sorry for herself. Since Zhu Yunwen doesn't want to play with her, she just enjoys herself. Anyway, There is no place in the palace that she cannot go to. As long as she wants something, the maids and eunuchs will take care of it, and Ma Enhui will not make things difficult for her.
It has only been a while, but the Yonghe Palace, which was originally quite graceful and luxurious, has now been transformed into a mess. To the west are two swings, and there is a wooden horse next to them. The ground on one side was originally made of bricks and stones, but now it has been dug into mud. When I inquired, well, there are also radish seeds sprinkled in it...
"Is this Yizhen'er a princess or a landlord..."
Ma Enhui was very depressed. If she was talking about the feng shui of the palace in her own territory, ordinary people would have done it long ago, but this woman happened to be the woman given to Zhu Yunwen by North Korea.
The corner of Zhu Yunwen's mouth was also a little bitter. Princesses were all fake. When getting married in the Han Dynasty, it was not easy to find a palace maid to give her the title of princess. She couldn't take it seriously. However, it seemed that Yizhen'er was really likely to come from a peasant family.
The sound of laughter came from the palace, and it could be heard that there were many people.
No one greeted him, so Zhu Yunwen had no choice but to push open the heavy curtain and walk in. Only then did Yizhen'er, Han Xiayu and Zhu Wenkui see Zhu Yunwen. Unexpectedly, Concubine Ning, Concubine Shu, and Concubine Xian were all here.
Everyone bowed, and Zhu Yunwen stepped forward to help Concubine Ning and said, "You are pregnant, so these rituals are not necessary. You all should get up too."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Yizhen'er and others stood up.
Zhu Yunwen looked at Yonghe Palace, a little strange...
The screen originally placed on the east side has disappeared, and the table in the middle hall has also disappeared. The precious corals and longevity pine trees have disappeared. The most important thing in the entire hall is this circle of tables. The things on the tables are very mixed. There are scissors, needles and threads, as well as rags and paper, snacks, fruits, tiles and bricks. Oh, what is this, mud...
Zhu Yunwen's face was a little dark. This is Yonghe Palace, the most important place in the palace. Don't you want to lose face?
Luo Yan'er saw Zhu Yunwen's thoughts and defended: "Your Majesty, there are few things in this winter, and there is always some free time and I don't know how to spend it. This Yicai person knows a lot of folk skills, and the handicrafts are also very exquisite, which adds a lot pleasure."
"Father, look, this is the clay figurine I made."
Zhu Wenkui pulled Zhu Yunwen, then stepped on a low stool, pointed at several clay figurines on the table, and said: "This is the father, this is the mother, this is me, this is the younger brother..."
"Brother, where did my brother come from?"
Ma Enhui became confused.
Zhu Wenkui glanced at Concubine Ning and said, "Xia Yu said that Concubine Ning will have a little brother who will study and play with me."
Zhu Yunwen suddenly laughed.
Han Xiayu stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and waited for the punishment. After all, this is a lie, and he is not a miracle doctor.
Zhu Yunwen stroked Han Xiayu's head and said softly: "If you are my younger brother, I will allow you to leave the palace twelve times a year."
"Really? Wow, that's great."
Han Xiayu was very happy. It had been a while since he escaped from the palace last time. He wanted to go to see the martial arts test, but he didn't know that he couldn't get out of the palace.
"What if it's my sister?"
Han Xiayu suddenly thought that he was not a miracle doctor or a magician.
Zhu Yunwen lowered his head, looked at Han Xiayu, and threatened: "If you are my sister, you have to memorize "The University" for me. If you can't memorize it, don't leave the palace."
"ah?"
Han Xiayu had a headache. Endorsement was a difficult task. Now that the words had been spoken, he could only pray that his sister would be a boy.
But when Han Xiayu looked at Concubine Ning's belly, she felt depressed. Isn't it said that all pregnant women have a big belly? Why isn’t my sister’s belly getting bigger? I heard the mother-in-law in the village tell a story that a pregnant woman should put a pillow on her belly so that she appears to have status, and it is more likely to be a boy. It seems that I have to ask Yi Niangniang how to embroider one. Big pillow...
If Zhu Yunwen knew what Han Xiayu was thinking, he would probably laugh it off.
Although Yizhen'er was a bit messy and did not treat Yonghe Palace as a palace but turned it into a handicraft workshop, but seeing the smiles of the children, Concubine Ning and others, it felt like it was worth it.
For them, this enviable palace was never a glorious prison. Day after day, year after year, until the appearance darkly changed and the years withered...
"The clay figurines are good at shaping them, but they are definitely not as good as my father..."
Zhu Yunwen spoke, surprising Ma Enhui and everyone else.
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