Chapter XII. Zhaoming
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Yuguang alias Doucheng, because before the construction of the city, the two palaces of Changle Weiyang have begun to take shape, in order to take care of the palace and the river, the south city wall of the loess is tortuous, such as the six stars of the South Dipper, and the north city wall is tortuous like the seven stars of the Big Dipper. The moats are deep and wide, forming a multi-layered and tight defense system.
At this time, Mu Tiange, the master of the entire Dayu world, was kneeling in front of a curtain of jewels.
Through this curtain of light and dark light that divides the room, Mu Tiange vaguely saw a palace man with appliquΓ©s and a little face, who was gently playing an old-style octagonal Wenque Palace fan for his grandmother.
"Ge'er."
The voice of the old man, mixed with the scent of ambergris spit out by the golden lacquer on the case, beat his cheeks intermittently.
"Yes, grandmother."
"Zhaoming's heart disease is a big deal, but you can't ignore the people in the harem, you are still young, you are usually fine, go to the palaces more." The old man was half-leaning on the beauty couch, as if he was arranging such a trivial matter as whether to raise vegetarian white lotus or geranium fruit in the weeping glazed white porcelain bottle.
"My grandson will do it, please rest assured that my grandmother." Mu Tiange's expression was respectful.
The Empress Dowager seemed to be a little sleepy, and waved her hand, which was still wrinkled like an old wood after years of maintenance, "Tan Gui." β
The people of the Fan Palace, known as Tan Gui, bowed down and retreated when they heard this.
"Ge'er, sit down."
The Empress Dowager's eyes looked at the void, and she thought in her mouth in pieces, "Vines, it's hard to figure out, the vines and grasses can't be removed, and the ...... of the king"
The young Son of Heaven's body shook violently, shocked by the empress dowager's straightforwardness.
The tone was unconsciously a little intense, "Grandmother, he is not Uncle Duan in the future, and his grandson is naturally not Zheng Zhuanggong!" β
The Empress Dowager turned over and straightened up from the beauty couch, quickly making people doubt her age. There was a dry and rough laugh behind the curtain of orbs.
The young man had red eyes, looking at his grandmother and laughing uncontrollably, laughing without identity and grace, laughing unstoppably coughing, and making a sound like tearing in his throat.
"Mu Tianshi?! You ask him, does he recognize the name?! β
"Your mother concubine Shen Qiao fell out of favor and left the palace, and she later became pregnant with the Ji family's!"
"He is the son of Ji Sushan, the prince of Huaixuan! He's not your own brother! β
"He's not surnamed Mu!!"
The incense spit out by Jin Qiqi became stronger and stronger, blurring the old face of the person behind the orb curtain, which made Mu Tiange subconsciously feel a little lucky.
He steadied himself and rubbed his temples to calm himself down and shake off the extravagant and aggressive aroma.
He heard himself say, "Grandmother, you took me back to the palace, and my grandson is grateful to you." But the grandson has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and his mother's son, whether he is Mu Tianshi, Shen Zhiheng, or someone from the Ji family, he is my younger brother. β
The silver-haired Empress Dowager fell on the beauty couch again, sweating profusely, she helped the horizontal tangled golden hairpin on her head, loosened the placket a little, raised her hand and swallowed a mouthful of white fungus pear juice, and couldn't stop sneering.
"Don't think," the Empress Dowager gasped, "that little brute will give you some news so that you can cut this and nurture that, and you will always have to pay the price!" β
"yes." The young Tianzi smiled gloomily, "Deaf and blind, grandmother means that the grandson is not worthy of being the emperor." β
The Empress Dowager slammed the porcelain bowl containing the white fungus pear juice on the ground.
It is as clear as knocking ice and breaking jade, and the powder and bones are so decisive.
-- This year's secret color porcelain served by the Yue kiln is really ten times better than in previous years.
The young man who was extremely fond of porcelain flashed such a thought for a moment.
He had expected his grandmother to be furious, at least from the strength with which she had just smashed the porcelain cup, he could even hear the majesty of his grandmother when she was young.
But unexpectedly, his grandmother used a voice that had never been used for most of her life, almost helpless, "Ge'er, a person like Shen Zhiheng, his ambition is not to be the eyes and ears of others." β
-- My grandmother was the daughter of a general of the former dynasty when she was young, and at the age of seventeen, she fought on the battlefield with her father, quelled the Qianghu Rebellion, and was able to resist the blue-maned BMW under the crotch in front of the three armies. If it can be used by me, why should I cut off my own good horse and cut off my arm?
Mu Tiange pondered for a long time, only to feel that ambergris smelled more and more unpleasant.
The summer heat is in the heyday of Xuanhe, and the young son of heaven slowly walks out of Changle Palace.
Perhaps it has something to do with his childhood experience, he is a person who likes to be alone.
There is an unwritten rule in the palace that every time the emperor comes to visit the empress dowager, no one is allowed to follow and serve behind him, so this is the smoothest part of his journey in the palace.
He was still wearing the court clothes of the early dynasty, and the twelve coats of arms of the sun, moon and stars were stained with the unique ambergris fragrance of Changle Palace.
Mu Tiange is different from his father Mu Jingzhi, he doesn't like spices, and he doesn't like the net woven with fragrance.
He couldn't help but shake up, trying to break free from this strange bondage.
The amplitude is slightly larger, and the top and bottom of the crown are reminded of the excesses of this action, especially the green jade hanging on both sides of the crown, slapping his cheekbones. He simply untied Zhu Ying to make himself more comfortable.
The footsteps did not stop, and the bare foot carried his feet all the way to the Chongyun Palace.
Signaling the palace people on both sides to silence, he saw his sister Mu Zhi, Princess Zhaoming, lying on the table, looking at an inexplicable chess game, biting and suddenly "hissing" and gasping for cold air.
He thought it was funny, so he casually took the white hosta from his hair, threw the crown on the ground, and sat on the opposite side of the chessboard.
"How old are you? Still biting? The old problem doesn't change, look, bleeding, right? β
The Son of Heaven who took off the crown smiled and stood by.
"Brother Emperor-" Mu Zhi crooked his face, his voice was coquettish, and the treasure pattern on Tang Tang's long skirt was twisted and wrinkled.
Mu Tiange smiled and said nothing, picking up the colored beech chess pieces.
Zhao Ming slapped the table alternately with his two hands dissatisfied, like beating a snare drum, "Brother Loose Hair Brother Loose Hair, I'm your finger-biting sister!" You play chess with me, right? β
"Huh?" The young brother was in high spirits, "The knife work is good!" Your beast chess set is much stronger than the previous one, the center of gravity is low, the game is stable, and there is this hair, this beard ....."
"That's it!" Mu Zhi was very proud, "I don't see who I worship as a teacher!" β
"Not bad, yes, the children are teachable, and the youth is out of the blue." Mu Tiange nodded, "Why don't you give me the last set?" β
β...... Previous set...... It's carved with sugar bricks, and I can't give it to you! β
"You've got better! What's wrong with the sugar carving? I promise, I won't let it be. β
β...... What if I bite it? β
β......β
"Forget it," the young brother couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "What are the rules today?" Is it a rat that can eat a tiger, or a yellow sheep that restrains a leopard? My brother will accompany you. β
Zhaoming exerted force with his fingertips, squeezed open the hanging stove peanuts with a muffled sound of "poof", and talked about the rules with his feet crossed while eating.
I don't know how long it took, it was about the time of a few teas, and Zhaoming won the first few games with "I didn't explain it just now", and then began to lose consecutive battles. The peanuts peeled in front of Mu Tiange were piled higher and higher, and they were about to become a hill.
Obviously, she doesn't have the spirit of losing streaks.
"Brother Emperor - mercy to your subordinates!! My heart achesβ" Zhao Ming lay on the table and bit his fingers and wailed.
"Pretend, you pretend." Mu Tiange threw down the yellow sheep in his hand, crossed his arms and looked at her with a smile.
"Really!"
The young brother sighed, "You know that the heart disease in the womb dominates me." β
"Well....." Zhaoming sat up straight, threw away the gopher in his hand, raised his hand and pressed it on his chest, and smiled bitterly, "Brother is right, Saion lost his horse, without it, I wouldn't have met my beloved, without it, my brother wouldn't have spoiled me so much." β
"Nonsense!"
The young Tianzi lowered his eyes secretly, "But my biting finger sister is also because of it, she can't step out of the palace gate, can't hunt with her brother, can't marry and have children, can't enjoy the longevity of ordinary people......"
Mu Zhi's eyes were red.
Seeing her like this, Mu Tiange couldn't help but feel a surge of blood, and stood with his hands in his hands, his palms snapping behind him, "Brother, I'm going to give you an edict!" No matter how big his face is, he can't be as big as me! I'll tell you the truth, the medicine he prescribes has a miraculous effect on your heart disease, I ...... Reward him into the palace! β
"I ...... I am the Son of Heaven! He won't marry you, but I must have him with you! β