At the end of December of the sixth year of Yongle, the Son of Heaven moved to Beijing.

According to the ancestral system, every New Year, the Son of Heaven was congratulated by hundreds of officials in the Heavenly Palace, and feasted on the civil and military ministers and the tributary envoys of the Siyi. The queen gave a banquet to the wife in Kunning Palace.

Shuodan, the clerk's office asked for a decree to announce it, the ministers listened to it, and spread it to the state capital of the world, summoned the elderly to be exempted from face-to-face instructions, and announced it in the township.

In previous years, the proclamations all came out of Yingtianfu. In the seventh year of Yongle, the royal tour was made to the north, and the location of the courtiers was changed from Nanjing to Beijing.

The three major halls of the Beijing Imperial Palace have not yet been completed, and the Yongle Emperor will be congratulated by the Heavenly Gate. The move clearly sends a signal that Beijing will be the capital of the country from now on. I want to move the capital, and no one can stop me!

The Fengtian Temple could not be put into use yet, and the Son of Heaven decreed that a banquet should be held in front of the temple.

There are rows of flaming red lanterns and hundreds of braziers, reflecting the night as bright as day.

The light is bright, but the cold wind will not weaken in the slightest.

Fortunately, there was no snow, and the officials of the Beijing branch were accustomed to the weather in northern Xinjiang, and they wore a lot of clothes, even civil officials, and they were all frost-resistant. For officials who are accustomed to the climate of Nanjing, one is counted as one, and they will be so cold that they can't speak before they finish eating.

Meng sat under Shen Xuan, with two layers of cotton robes added to his court clothes, a thick cloak on the outside, a small copper furnace in his handguards, and thick leather boots on the soles of his feet, barely able to hold on.

Looking at Emperor Yongle holding a wine glass and his face flushed, and then looking at the Zhu Gaoxu brothers who took off their cloak and only wore a crown robe, Uncle Meng sniffed and was very envious.

People and people are really incomparable.

However, what he envied the most was the grandfather Guo around him. Under the court clothes, there was only a thin cotton robe, and he moved freely, as if the wind was blowing around him.

The only thing that can comfort Uncle Meng at the scene is probably Zhu Zhanyan, who is wrapped into a ball.

After wearing a few layers of the same, Zhu Zhanji blushed and pulled Zhu Zhanji to toast Meng.

"Please drink this cup full."

Zhu Di is a good spirit, and Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui are not far behind. Zhu Zhanji can drink rice wine, Zhu Zhanji is young in the end, dip a little chopsticks, and taste the taste. Except for his father, no one dared to pour him wine, and since the palace banquet, the wine cup has always been filled with sugar water.

"Xie Shizi."

Meng stood up, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand from the cloak, picked up the wine glass, brought it to his lips, and drank it all.

The lukewarm wine is still spicy-prickly-throat.

The drink slid down my throat and into my stomach, and a warm current swelled up.

coughed, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, but his hands and feet were much lighter. If it weren't for the bad amount of alcohol, he would definitely hold the flask and not let go.

"Shaobao is not good at drinking?"

Zhu Zhanyan raised his head, a circle of fiery red fur around his neck, red lips and white teeth, round, more like a New Year's doll.

"It's true that Xia Guan doesn't drink well."

"Oh." Zhu Zhanyan nodded, expressing understanding, "Grandfather Huang said that if you are a good man, you should be massive. It doesn't matter if the amount of alcohol is not good, just practice more. Skill comes from practice. ”

Meng: "......"

Is this idiom used in this way? Besides, Emperor Yongle's so-called massive amount should not refer to the amount of alcohol, right?

When he was speechless, he saw that the eunuch who followed Zhu Zhan kept making his eyes, and he looked towards the new hot soup, as if he was pleading. Meng Liran, eighty percent of the three-headed bodies patronized and drank sugar water, and did not eat much.

"How about the prince sit down first, with a bowl of soup?"

On the palace banquet, the meat is mostly cattle and sheep.

Zhu Di is accustomed to northern food, and the imperial chefs who follow him are all from the north, and the most important ones are the old people in Yanwangfu.

The piping hot mutton soup, with salt and pepper, sprinkled with chopped green onions and coriander, rolled in two palm-wide copper bowls, is more like a clear soup pot than a soup.

Meng obeyed the doctor's advice, and he needed to avoid eating a lot of meat food, but the mutton soup was fine.

After listening to Meng's words, Zhu Zhanyan and Zhu Zhanji sat down together, and the eunuch who served the two almost wiped their tears. It's easy to say, the son of the world just doesn't care. Xingningbo said a word and immediately sat down. Why is the difference so big?

The eunuch immediately served the mutton soup and sent it to the two of them.

Zhu Zhanji drank it well, but Zhu Zhanji held a small bowl and stared at the two coriander leaves in the bowl, bitter and hateful.

"Huang Companion, Lonely doesn't like coriander."

"Shizi, the slave is wrong!" The named eunuch immediately pleaded guilty, "The slave maid changed the bowl for the prince." ”

"Forget it." Zhu Zhanyan stared at the bowl, unexpectedly, picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

"Shizi?"

Zhu Zhanyan raised his head, and the corners of his mouth were stained with a little soup, "What did Shaobao call me for?" ”

"Isn't the prince not fond of coriander?"

"I don't like it." Zhu Zhanyan put down the porcelain bowl, and the small half bowl of mutton soup was already in his stomach, "But my father said that it is not easy to tuntian, and it is even more difficult to stuff grain at the side." Shao Bao also taught me that farmers work hard in farming. When he was in Daning, Huang Banban told me that he rarely ate enough before entering the palace. I don't like coriander, but it's not that I can't eat it. As he spoke, he slapped his big eyes twice, and his little face wrinkled, "I really don't want to eat anymore." ”

"Well done." Meng smiled, saw Zhu Zhanyan touching his stomach, and turned his head sideways and instructed the eunuch who served the vegetables, "I'm tired of going to the dining room to ask, if there is still beef and mutton, some thin slices, and some raw vegetables and tofu." If you have rice steamed buns, send some over. ”

"Yes."

The eunuch promised, and was about to leave, when he heard Meng Dao: "Wait, if the dining room is not busy, take some effort, slice the steamed buns, wrap them in eggs and fry them in a hot pan, and put less oil." ”

"Yes."

Ready-made hot pot, no need to waste. If you can't eat shabu-shabu, you can cook a pot and taste good.

"The prince can't use more meat, and tofu and raw vegetables can be used."

"Xie Shaobao."

Zhu Zhanyan was often taken by Zhu Gaosui to play, and often heard Uncle Wang say that the food of Shaobao's family was good. Hearing that Meng asked for these things, he knew that there must be something delicious, so he immediately sat down and didn't leave.

Zhu Zhanji also stayed. Since Zhu Zhanyan listened to the class together, he has become much closer to Meng. This kind of closeness, with a veil, even surpasses Zheng Li and others who taught him the knowledge of scriptures and righteousness.

Knowing that it was the two princes and Xingningbo who wanted to use it, the dining room moved quickly, in addition to beef and mutton, raw vegetable tofu and steamed rice, a pot of hot porridge was boiled, which could be delivered later.

In the northern part of Xinjiang, vegetables are rare in winter, and the most common ones are radish and cabbage.

You can see that the dining room has put a lot of effort into what is served, and all that is served are choy sum and thinly sliced white radish. Pick a slice and take a bite, crispy and raw, not spicy at all. The steamed buns are fried in meat oil and eaten hot, full of flavor.

Sheep soup was added to the copper basin, and while the soup was boiling, Meng picked up a piece of steamed buns, divided it into three pieces, ate one piece for himself, and sent the rest into the mouths of Zhu Zhan Yan and Zhu Zhanji.

"Shizi taste it."

The three-headed body and the little boy all puffed out their cheeks, how to look at how to attract people.

Uncle Meng's hands began to itch again, but he still remembered what the occasion was now, the three-headed body and the little boy's father and uncle were all at the scene, and there were many colleagues waiting to catch his pigtails.

Meng beckoned the two saints to shabu-shabu, and Emperor Yongle in the wine did not see his grandson for a long time, and asked suspiciously: "Where did Zhan Qi and Zhan Ji go?" ”

Bai Yanhui immediately took half a step forward and reported in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the two princes are in the same place as Xingningbo. ”

"Check it out."

Zhu Di drank a lot of wine, his face was red, and although his brain was still awake, his nerves couldn't help but be excited.

As soon as he moved, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui immediately put down their wine glasses and moved with their father.

As a result, there were soon three more big Buddhas on Xingningbo's seat, and the soup bowl on the copper stove was replaced by a soup pot.

picked up a piece of mutton, didn't dip it in the seasoning, and went straight to the stomach, Zhu Di praised, "Very good!" ”

Hot pot is not a rare thing, but it is the first time it has appeared at a palace banquet. The emperor started eating, and the ministers naturally benefited. A pot of mutton soup was served, and the civil and military officials and military generals all shook off their cheeks.

Following the Nanjing Palace Banquet, steamed bread and rice were served, and the Beijing Banquet was given, and the pot became a reserved item.

Zhu Zhanyan ate with a round stomach, and couldn't help but start to feel sleepy. The chubby little hand rubbed his eyes, and he didn't use the eunuch's help, but went directly into Meng's arms.

With the round three-headed body in his arms, Uncle Meng was instantly satisfied. If it wasn't for Shen Xuan touching him, Jiucheng would have laughed out loud on the spot.

"Your Majesty forgiveness!"

"No problem." Zhu Di smiled and continued to eat meat.

The Zhu family are all carnivores, there is no doubt about it.

The three-headed body seemed to feel that Uncle Meng's arms were very comfortable, and he was not happy to leave. The eunuchs who served him were so anxious that they were full of men, and Meng also scratched his head. Zhu Zhanyan's identity is extraordinary, and he is reluctant to let go.

It was Emperor Yongle who spoke, "It's all your own family, you just hold it." ”

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui didn't think anything was wrong. Shen Xuan picked up a piece of cooked mutton and sent it to Meng's mouth. Zhu Zhanji was as calm and composed, picked up the last piece of steamed bun and put it in his bowl.

Biting the mutton, Meng was speechless.

Turning his head to look at the last two tables, everyone was stunned and their expressions stiffened.

That's how a normal person should react, right?

Look at the emperor's family again, still calmly fishing for meat.

Uncle Meng said that if you drink high, you must be high!

After the palace feast, the ministers dispersed. Meng Yi reluctantly handed over the three-headed body to his father, and almost turned around and walked out of the palace in one step.

Shen Xuan really couldn't see it, so he went out of the palace gate, fished people directly on the horse, and galloped back to his house.

Sitting on horseback, blown by the cold wind, Meng subconsciously buried himself in Shen Xuan's arms, the smoky cold incense, and the gradual upsurge of alcohol, made him drowsy.

When Duke Dingguo dismounted in front of the mansion, Uncle Meng had already gone to meet Duke Zhou, and he slept so much that he didn't know what night it was.

"Grandpa Guo."

The guards clenched their fists and took the reins of the horse.

Shen Xuan carried Meng all the way through the front hall and the middle hall, and returned to the east chamber of the back hall.

The door opened, and the heat rushed in. The interior is paved with a floor dragon, and the brazier is warm enough.

Meng slept very solidly, changed out of his court clothes, and cleaned his face, but he didn't wake up.

Chang Sui retreated with a copper basin and a cloth towel, and Ding Guogong sat on the edge of the couch, his sideburns slightly damp. The calloused fingertips rubbed the side of Meng's neck, as if he felt itchy, and Meng unconsciously shrunk his neck.

With a low chuckle, he lifted the brocade quilt with his big hand, lay down sideways, and scooped the person into his arms.

Outside the screen, the standing lamp has long been extinguished, the fire candle jumps twice, making a crackling sound, and a vague shadow is reflected on the wall.

More drums sounded, and gradually, a qiē fell into tranquility.

The next day, the Son of Heaven sent a letter to the officials of the Ministry of Rites in Beijing, "Now the sea is clear, the people are healthy, and I want to be happy with the people." Since the beginning of this year, the Lantern Festival has been given for ten days. Since the eleventh day of the first month, hundreds of officials have not done anything, and there is an urgent matter sent to the political envoy, and the sealed copy is delivered to the palace. During the festive season, the north and south of the two capitals, the five cities of soldiers and horses gallop night ban. Zhengyang Gate, Chongwen Gate, and Xuanwu Gate are not closed all night. The people are allowed to drink with lanterns, and the officials are not allowed to take it as a crime. ”

The Ministry of Rites received the decree, and the edict was drafted on the same day, and it was sent to Nanjing.

Emperor Hongwu's employment criteria have always been implemented in the sentence "Life lies in work, and vacation is equivalent to wasting life." ”

Emperor Yongle held the banner of restoring the Tai-Zu-Cheng-Xian, rebelled, and ascended the throne, and it was not easy to withstand the pressure of the "Emperor Gao's posthumous teachings" and give ten days off.

The six departments of the north and the south and the five armies of the governor's mansion rarely - harmony - harmony once, and praised the benevolence and sainthood of the Son of Heaven.

The lamp markets in the north and south of Beijing are ten times more lively than in previous years.

During the holidays, hundreds of officials are not in court, busy visiting relatives and friends, and exchanging feelings with classmates and colleagues. Uncle Meng was not able to relax completely, and still had to teach the emperor and grandson on time.

It was easy to stay up until the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and I wanted to go back to the house to sleep, but I was pulled up by Dingguo Gong in civilian clothes, put on a cloak, and followed the people of the capital around the city and walked around all kinds of diseases.

"Grandpa Guo, I went through last year, so I don't need it this year, right?"

Meng said he was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

"Nope."

Shen Xuan's attitude was tough, Meng couldn't get up, so he hugged him directly, "Twelve Lang wants to leave the house like this?" Xuan doesn't matter. ”

Meng suddenly sobered up.

Out of the house like this? was seen by an acquaintance, does he still want to be a man?

Helplessly, in the end, I still gave in.

Against Grandpa Guo, Uncle Meng has never won once!

Wrapped around a cloak and a fur hat, the snow-white fox fur was sent by the beggar who sent it.

Walking out of the mansion gate and stepping onto the long street, Meng suddenly frowned and turned to look at the corner of the street.

"What's wrong?"

"It looks like someone is ......" look at him.

Is it nervous?

Shen Xuan held Meng's wrist, "It's okay, don't think about it, come with me." ”

"Oh."

Since Grandpa Guo said that it didn't matter, Meng was naturally relieved. Shaking his head, he put aside the doubts in his heart and followed the crowd with Shen Xuan.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that a slender figure flashed around the corner of the street. His face was half-hidden in the night, and his cloak was swept up by the wind, and a touch of crimson appeared at first.

"Command?"

"Come with me to meet Your Majesty."

"Yes."

"Tonight's ......"

"Rest assured, the commander didn't see anything! If you see it, you won't say anything about it! ”

...... "Is this forcing him to kill people and kill his mouth?"

Well, the Lantern Festival should not see blood. Yang Duo turned around and strode away.

Li Qianhu didn't know that he walked around in front of the ghost gate.

After the first month, news came from Jiaozhi that the army led by Mu Sheng defeated the army and captured the pseudo-Chen king.

In this battle, Zhang Fu, the Marquis of Xincheng, seemed to have fought - chicken - blood, and he was extremely brave, leading the vanguard to break through the chaos - army several obstacles, if it were not for the heavy rain from the sky, Jian Ding would also be captured by him.

Liu Sheng, who is also a deputy general, also made quite a success, and what is ironic is that the sailor did not capture the head of the Jiaozhi-Chaos-Army, but the Japanese who were causing chaos along the coast. Before, Pingjiang Bo Chen Xuan had led the sailors to cut a stubble. Perhaps because he felt that the danger had passed, after Chen Xuan left, the Japanese made a comeback. It was bad luck to meet Liu Sheng, who was heading south. The unlucky one urged him to cut as much as he could, and he was tied up by the five flowers before he died, and it became a battle exploit reported by the sailor.

In February, before the army left the fortress, Meng rushed back to Mengjiatun and sent Meng Wujie out.

There is Meng's uncle, and his father was also given the official position of Liupin, and the husband of Fifth Sister Meng took the initiative to add 30% of the dowry. Even so, compared to Fifth Sister Meng's dowry, it is still not enough.

Ten miles of red makeup was carried all the way from Mengjiatun to Beijing.

The villagers in the middle of the village are full of envy.

"See, if you don't see it, with Xingningbo here, the Meng family won't be able to fall!"

The Meng clan encroached on the land, and most of the clansmen were disposed of by the government. The Meng clan people who stayed behind elected Meng Chongjiu's eldest son as the new patriarch, and all the few branches that were captured by Jinyiwei were removed from the clan.

Originally, the clansmen elected Meng, but he couldn't do it, and Meng Qingyi could also do it.

After some earnest talking, the brothers politely rejected the kindness of the clan. Those who inquired about Meng's relatives were also stopped by Meng Wang's family and Meng Qingyi.

"Twelve Lang, just rest assured."

On the day of Fifth Sister Meng's wedding, Meng Qingyi was very drunk, hugged Meng's shoulder, and cried like a child.

Ten years of sadness, pain, ten years of depression, hatred, ten years of guilt, and helplessness all turned into tears, dyed-wet-clothes.

After drinking wine and being infected by Meng Qingyi again, Meng also cried, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Brother!"

"Brother Jiu!"

The brothers hugged and cried, and in the end, it was Meng Wang's family who slapped him twice before he could barely stop.

I don't want to, my son stopped crying, but Meng Wang's eyes were red.

It's been ten years, and the orphans and widows of the family are the twelve lang who are wallowing in the pile of dead people to earn their lives, so that they have today.

"Son!"

As soon as Meng Wang's cried, the two daughters-in-law began to cry.

The brothers, who had not stopped for a long time, burst into tears again.

When Shen Xuan arrived, the Meng family was completely flooded.

Grandpa Guo was helpless, so he asked his mother-in-law to help Meng Wang's family back to the room, and the guards sent Meng Qingyi down, and he carried Meng Qingyi, who was obviously drunk, turned around and went home.

If you want to cry, you can.

Go home and cry in his arms.

Domineering, not negotiable.

Grandpa Guo's personality is like this, and he can't change it in this life.