Just when Zhu Zhanji was unhappy, Sun Lingwei leaned on a white begonia and chanted in a coquettish voice:

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I was afraid that I would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burned a high candle to shine red makeup.

Sun Ling's smile was like a flower, and between the flow of her eyes, she revealed a kind of girl's unique coquettishness, which was really a flower beauty and even more delicate.

Zhu Zhanji was immediately stupid. Although there was a Wu Erhong in the middle of the flowers, Zhu Zhanji's eyes seemed to penetrate Erhong's body and adsorb on Sun Lingwei's face, so he could see enough.

Wu Erhong, who was caught in the middle, was so depressed: What is this? Could it be that in ancient times, there was such a blatant show of affection?

In fact, she shouldn't have come to enjoy the begonias with them today.

But at that time, Sun Lingwei invited her, and Erhong thought that Zhu Zhanji might come, so she agreed spinelessly.

When she came, she regretted it.

Could it be that in the future, his days in the palace will only be left to see how the two of them grind their ears and temples?

"That's not quite in line with my modern academic style." The corners of Erhong's mouth smiled slightly: "No matter what, I won't quit easily." ”

In September, the royal advance is an chrysanthemum.

Since the first day of the Lunar New Year, the palace eats flower cakes, bad melons and eggplants, pastes the windows of the room, makes vegetables and vegetables, and shakes and dries leather clothes......

Since the fourth day of the first month, the palace ministers have changed into Luo Chongyangjing's chrysanthemum complement and python clothes......

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Li Shanggong told Erhong that Mrs. Peng Chengbo officially entered the palace to meet the emperor on the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the emperor would give a banquet in the Wenhua Hall of the pilgrimage hall.

Each palace has reported the account books of the divisions to the Shanggong Bureau, and asked Erhong to quickly enter and exit the catalog, and then sign and print, ready to grant the ministries.

Although I don't know what this scheming old woman is doing, Wu Erhong's heart inexplicably has no good impression of her.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the palace is full of chrysanthemums from all over the world. In August, when the begonias were admired, the palace was red, and now it is a different scene.

The chrysanthemums on display in the Daming Palace, some are about to bloom, some are in full bloom, some seem to have just come out of the bath, and some are full of essence......

Plants, pots, clusters, piles, red like fire, yellow like gold, green like jade, white like clouds.

From afar, Wu Erhong saw Mrs. Peng Chengbo accompanying Zhu Di from Chonghua Palace and walking towards the Imperial Garden with a smile.

The royal family does not talk about the etiquette of children and daughters, and Zhang Lin, the Marquis of Pengcheng, has passed away for several years, so the arrival of Mrs. Peng Chengbo does not need to be accompanied by the emperor in person.

But Zhu Di and Mrs. Peng Chengbo, that was an old friendship that Zhu Di had been there before he ascended the throne.

People who are a little older, no matter how many newcomers there are around them, what they value most are these old friends.

Therefore, Mrs. Peng Chengbo was able to enter the palace often, and Zhu Di must accompany her in person every time.

At this time, Mrs. Peng Chengbo walked in front of a "green peony" and praised: "It's really a chrysanthemum, your Majesty, you see, this flower has plump petals, the color is like jade, bright and dripping, it's really lovely." ”

Zhu Di was very happy when he heard his mother's praise like this, and immediately ordered left and right: "Come on, bring these pots of green peonies back to Mrs. Peng Chengbo." ”

Who knows, Mrs. Peng Chengbo gave a slight salute, waved her hand at the person carrying the flower pot and said, "Wait." ”

Zhu Di was immediately stunned.

I only heard Mrs. Peng Chengbo smile slightly: "Your Majesty, there is a way that 'flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, and Mo Dao flowers can be broken in the air.'" This chrysanthemum bloomed at the right time, and I enjoyed it in this imperial garden. If I wait until the emperor gives it to me, I will go all the way to Pengcheng, a remote place in my country, I am afraid that the flowers have already withered. ”

Mrs. Peng Chengbo raised her tone: "The flowering period is not for people, the emperor." ”

Mrs. Peng Chengbo had something to say, and Zhu Di naturally heard the meaning of her words.

He quietly walked up to a golden chrysanthemum called "Shuai Qi".

I saw the flower, the stamen yellow leaves are broad, the outer gold is the inner Zhu, such as the rising sun, can be called the handsome of the chrysanthemum "army".

Such a beautiful golden chrysanthemum, Zhu Di shook his head slightly, revealing a regretful expression

The chamberlain dragged Zhu Di to a white chrysanthemum called "Jing Nu", only to see that the chrysanthemum petals were like silk, with hanging hair and bowing head, not like the "handsome flag", but it was demure and elegant, charming and amorous, giving people another kind of beautiful enjoyment.

Zhu Di smiled slightly: "Although this 'handsome flag' is beautiful, if it is not reflected by the delicate and charming 'Jing Girl' next to it, it will be ruthless." ”

When Zhu Di said this, he also raised his voice: "The name 'Jingnu' is a good birth." Only its quietness is more beautiful. Spread the decree and give this 'quiet girl' to each of the palace ladies a pot. ”

When Mrs. Peng Chengbo heard the words of the emperor's in-laws, her face changed slightly, but she immediately smiled:

"Everyone in this world is good at ordering soldiers on the battlefield, I never thought that even appreciating the flowers has my own opinions, and the old woman is shallow and ugly, and admires and admires."

After Mrs. Peng Chengbo's visit, on the evening of the ninth day of the first lunar month, the emperor feasted the ministers in the pilgrimage hall.

Until the day of farewell, the crown princess did not see her mother, and proposed the marriage of Zhu Zhanji and Sun Lingwei to the emperor's in-laws.

At this time, the crown princess was a little out of breath.

"Mother, Zhan'er is already old, Wei'er, she is not young, I think the two of them are also in love, a happy marriage, but why didn't you mention it to the emperor for a long time? Have you forgotten the purpose of your trip? ”

"Son, outsiders say that you have a city, why are you so unbreathable. What has your mother failed to do for you for so many years? When I accompanied the emperor to admire the chrysanthemum just now, I had already tested the emperor's attitude towards Zhan'er's marriage, and I think the emperor meant that he would have to wait a little longer. Let's not rush it, just wait. Anyway, Miss Sun has already entered your Guanju Palace, can she still retreat? ”

Mrs. Peng Chengbo said confidently.

"Mother, the things in this world are the most afraid of long nights and dreams. Aren't you worried that your father has other plans in mind? The crown princess said worriedly.

"Don't worry, Yun'er. Even if the emperor's in-laws don't sell my old face, he should save a little face for himself. Miss Sun was personally elected into the inner palace by him in front of the Jinluan Palace that day, in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military. The person who gave it to you has no reason to return it. ”

When the crown princess heard her mother say this, she also showed a relieved smile on her face.

In the first month of the thirteenth year of Yongle, the Daming Palace ushered in a group of special guests. They were dressed in strange costumes and smelled of cow, sheep and horse urine.

Oh, it turned out that the smell didn't come from this group of people, but a large group of fat and broad horses from the Western Regions came behind them.

It turned out that it was the envoys sent by the Warat chieftains, Mahamu, Taiping, and the Vulture Polo.

(Friends, Sun Lingwei and Mrs. Peng Chengbo are blessed, will the beautiful Sun Lingwei become the crown princess?) Let's listen to the next breakdown. Thank you to my book friends for their daily ticket support. Love you guys. ）