In July of the tenth year of Yongle, Zhu Gaosui, the king of Zhao, arrived in Nanjing.

In the second month of the same year, the crown prince ceremony was established in the Fengtian Palace.

Han King Zhu Gaoxu was in the East Palace, becoming the second "crown prince" recognized by the imperial court after Zhu Biao, the eldest son of Emperor Hongwu since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen?

Emperor Yongle is current, who dares to mention this, it is definitely not fatal. was beaten as an edict to ascend the throne, and naturally there will be no record of the correct name of the "imperial grandson" in the royal historical materials.

History is always written by the victors, and it will not change for thousands of years.

The crown prince said: "I inherit the foundation of the imperial examination, respect the great treasure, rule Huayi, dominate all nations, think about the transmission of the order of heaven, the importance of the sect, the three kings control the world as the family, and the long way is the law of eternity." The second son of my grandson, he is young and smart, benevolent and filial, dedicated to his relatives, pro-Jiaxuan, and has the virtue of loving the people. I am in trouble, there is the merit of trapping, the upper body and the lower benevolence, careful of the ancient building of the book, awarded the treasure, ordered to be the crown prince, and is in the East Palace. ”

On top of the ceremony, the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple officially set up an edict in the Fengtian Temple, and set up a festival book. Fengbao case in the south of the edict, east and west in turn to display the treasure color of the public.

The music sounded, and Zhu Gaoxu wore a crown and worshiped in the middle of His Majesty.

Nine crowns, black cloth, silk robes, collar robes, silk yarn to cover the knees, white socks and bare legs.

The leather belt is worn with a ribbon, the white belt is in the middle, the sleeves are in the wind, the mountains and rivers are mapped, and the auspicious clouds and beasts seem to be flying and roaring on the crown robe.

"Bye!"

The ceremonial official stands under His Majesty Dan, and the long tone seems to penetrate time and space, merging with the sound of the pre-Qin sacrifice, accompanied by ancient music, echoing between heaven and earth.

Behind Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaochi, King of Ping, Zhu Gaosui, King of Zhao, Zhu Hu, King of Zhou, and Zhu Quan, King of Ning, all wore crown robes and bowed down in order.

"Bye-bye!"

Zhu Zhanji, the son of King Ping, Zhu Panyan, the son of King Ning, etc., are in the order of eldest and youngest after the prince. Under the princes, they are the county royal family. Because Zhu Zhanji was still young and had not been officially canonized, the second time to bow down was after Zhu Zhanji.

After the ceremony, Zhu Gaoxu withdrew from the Danqi and led the princes and princes of Shizi County to the Wen Building.

The nobles and civil and military were all dressed in court clothes, standing on both sides, and the Hou Sheng's decree was served.

That's right, not waiting for the emperor, but waiting for the holy decree.

At this time, Zhu Di has been in the Huagai Palace, the Hanlin Yuan holds the edict, the Shangbao official uses the treasure, the official of the Ministry of Rites holds the case, the deacon official performs five bows, the official of the Honglu Temple is the guide, and the official of the Ministry of Rites goes to the front of the building.

The sound of ritual music rose again, and a group of people waiting in front of the building were bowing down.

This time, the honorables of the third class and above all saluted together.

Standing in the middle of the team, the eyes were red, Meng's forehead touched the ground, and his ears were buzzing. During the action, the consciousness was actually a little trance.

For a moment, consciousness seemed to leave its body, floating in mid-air, looking down at all beings.

Melodious music, solemn atmosphere.

Solemn, but not stagnant.

pious, but not foolish.

In front of the Wen Building, it seems that it is not a canonization ceremony, but a sacrifice to the gods of heaven and earth.

Black big sleeves, red silk yarn, hosta gold crown, colorful crown.

The color of the court clothes resembles a burning dragon. The armor of the Han general, the crown and sword of the brocade guard, shone in the sun.

Boom!

In the sound of the ceremonial music, there were war drums echoing.

The wandering thoughts suddenly landed, and when his mind turned, he suddenly realized that he was in the torrent of history, witnessing the rise of a powerful dynasty and unveiling the skin of a historical picture.

Every scene, every section, is full of different colors. Falling in the eyes, reflecting the bottom of the eyes, it is unusually vivid.

Halfway through the canonization ceremony, Meng was already a little dazed. The complicated and lengthy process is only remembered in my mind. I can't help but admire the officials of the Ministry of Rites of the two Beijings, it is really not easy to check the historical materials and set the rules of the ceremony.

After the Wenlou bowed, the team went up to His Majesty again, this time, it was indeed to see the emperor.

Meng walked slowly, his knees were sore, he didn't need to look, he must be green.

Before dawn, he stood in front of the palace gate, walked into the palace gate, except for worshipping and kneeling, the stone brick floor, there was not even a mat, and it was strange that he was not young.

Thinking about where Zhu Gaoxu knelt, Uncle Meng was balanced again.

Shan Majesty is in the middle, no mistake, there is a dragon pattern there. At this moment, Zhu Gaoxu must be a hundred times more "comfortable" than him.

The "Mental Transfer Method" is very effective. Gradually, Meng's steps became brisk. Ping Jiangbo on the side looked strange, he had just fallen step by step, why was he so energetic now?

Everyone walked to the Huagai Palace, and Zhu Gaoxu saluted again.

Although his back is still straight and his steps are quite chic, in fact, Zhu Gaoxu is really a little unable to hold on.

If he hadn't known that there was no room for a half-point difference in the ceremony, Zhu Gaoxu would have grabbed the collar of the official mansion of the Ministry of Rites, and all kinds of roars flew away.

Do you have a grudge against you?! Yes?!

Three prayers should be changed to five prayers. Worship in one place, and then worship again! It's not your knees that dare to hurt?!

The Ministry of Rites is also wronged, this is the emperor's request, what can he do?

The only one who was satisfied was probably the Yongle Emperor with a crown and a smile on his face.

The son's complaints, the courtiers' grievances?

Emperor Yongle said, is there such a thing? How come I don't know?

Shen Xuan was listed behind Zhu Neng, and between the ceremony, he turned his head to look at Meng. Meng wanted to give a reassuring expression, but unfortunately his pale face was not convincing.

At dusk, the ceremony finally came to an end.

The palace held a banquet, and the ministers went home to change their clothes, and they had to hurry back.

Holding on to his strength, he returned to Bofu and sat on the couch, Meng Dang really didn't want to move anymore. A light slap on the knee is really fatal. When the Son of Heaven ascended the throne, it was not as tossed as it is today.

Shen Xuan changed into his court clothes and looked for it, and saw Meng leaning on the edge of the couch, cold sweat on his forehead.

"How?" As he spoke, he leaned over and grabbed Meng's ankle.

"It's fine."

Meng subconsciously shrank for a moment, not wanting to, the warm palm had covered the knee of his right leg, and he immediately hissed coldly.

"Why don't you say it when you're hurt?"

“…… Not heavy. Meng shook his head, "Just apply some ointment." ”

No matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to endure it. In normal times, the crown prince ceremony, only a few words were heard, and the imperial historian of the court and the central government would not give up lightly.

The Great Speaker in Battle. Meng has a deep understanding of this sentence.

Shen Xuan didn't say a word, pressed Meng's shoulder, and didn't allow him to go to the ground.

"Twelve Lang don't move, I'll come."

Change court clothes, apply medicine, go out of the house, and Grandpa Guo will do it all by himself.

Walking out of Bofu, in front of everyone's eyes, Meng's face was feverish, Shen Xuan seemed to be unconscious, and directly hugged people on the horse, and the two rode in parallel. The reins of both horses were held in the hands of Grandpa Guo.

"Grandpa Guo, this ......"

"Huh?"

The dark eyes swept over, and his gaze was gentle, but Uncle Meng shivered and subconsciously kept silent.

Grandpa Guo was satisfied, if it weren't for Jinling, he would have hugged Meng to his horse.

If this is the case, Meng will not be one Buddha ascending to heaven, but two Buddhas will also be born.

Along the way, I met two princes, five marquis, nine counts, and civil and military generals.

Facing everyone's eyes, Shen Xuan was calm, and Meng was uncomfortable and couldn't help it. Anyway, it's like this, and if you look at it twice, there shouldn't be a piece of meat......

Fortunately, I met Xu Zengshou and Zhang Fu halfway, and several people were in parallel, and the gaze that fell on Meng suddenly decreased a lot.

The imperial banquet was held in the Fengtian Palace.

Zhu Di wears Ming-Yellow-Regular clothes, and Zhu Gaoxu is still red.

Zhu Gaosui stood beside Zhu Gaoxu, with a bronze face and a more resolute outline.

Zhu Gaochi, who was at the same table, was very silent, his body was slim, he needed to be supported in his actions, and he spoke intermittently, more like an old man than Zhu Di, who was over half a hundred years old.

Meng retracted his gaze, no matter how much he sighed, it was over after all.

The past cannot be traced. He is not God, and he does not dare to say that his choice must be right. But at the moment, Zhu Gaochu is indeed more suitable for this position than Zhu Gaochi.

What Emperor Yongle needs, what this dynasty needs, is a strong heir, a ruler who knows the suffering of the people and has an iron fist.

After three rounds of drinking, singing and dancing resumed.

Zhu Zhanyan slipped to Meng's side again, holding the sugar water, his eyes were shining, and he obviously asked for something, "Shaobao." ”

Looking at Young Eunuch Huang who was following him, Meng was clear. Ordered the eunuch to serve the banquet with a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks, two plates of stir-fried vegetables, "The prince uses some." ”

Zhu Zhanyan suddenly smiled, "It's better to keep it here." ”

Meng was helpless and said in a low voice: "In this case, the prince should not talk about it again in the future." Also, don't call 'me' in front of the subordinates. ”

Zhu Zhanyan blinked, and his smile gradually became quiet. Meng Xin couldn't bear it, but he couldn't let go.

"I ...... Lone knows. Zhu Zhanyan sat upright, "Shaobao is for Lonely, Lone understands." ”

Meng let out a long breath, and his words were gentle again.

Shen Xuan picked up the wine glass, swept the opposite side coldly, and the line of sight of exploration in the open and secret disappeared in an instant.

For him, Twelve Lang has given up too much. All he can do is protect him, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty years. In this life and this life, there is no one who can make him like this.

Lowering his eyes, the wine glass was brought to his lips, the clear wine entered his throat, and the corners of his lips were moisturized, and the red seemed to be dripping blood.

The music and dance students beat the war drums, and the king of Zhou presented nine dances.

Meng had no intention of watching, and was busy taking care of Zhu Zhanyan.

After eating half of the cake, Zhu Zhanyan suddenly spoke: "Two days later, it will be the canonization ceremony of the concubine. The imperial grandmother said that she wanted to congratulate her mother. The imperial grandmother also said that Shao Bao is his own family, and he must also attend, and he should be listed before the third aunt. ”

Third aunt?

In the royal family, only Princess Zhao can afford the title of Zhu Zhanqi.

Attend the crown princess canonization ceremony, before Princess Zhao? can be seen, most of the women at the scene are women...... Covering his head, Uncle Meng had a headache and his teeth hurt even more.

Zhu Zhanyan bit the steamed bun and looked at Meng Shaobao in distress, full of puzzlement.

Grandpa Guo continued to drink, and there were smile lines on the corners of his lips, as if there were no smiles.

Young Eunuch Huang lowered his head and studied the ground very seriously, he didn't hear it, he didn't hear anything.

After the palace banquet, Meng thought of many ways, but he couldn't dodge as he wished.

Fortunately, Queen Xu was not embarrassed, and allowed him to show his face and go through the motions. However, after the crown princess's canonization ceremony, Uncle Meng's name still caused waves in Beijing.

All kinds of rumors have come out, and it is Jinyiwei and Dongchang who have joined forces to suppress the rumors that may cause court discussion.

It is reported that a few people have already written a note in the matter, just waiting for someone to start.

It is also reported that it is not only Hingningbo who has been impeached.

It is even reported that there is a vassal king's power behind this.

Flipping over the strip sent by the East Factory, Yang Duo sneered, "Go back and bring a message to the White Factory, the East Factory's fan is capable, in the end it is rougher, this matter, the official will finish." ”

"Yes, let's go back and report to the factory."

The eunuch turned to leave, and Yang Duo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly.

After a long time, he reached into his arms and took out a purse. Pull the tether and a wooden whistle rolls into the palm of your hand. After careful rubbing, the smile on his face finally added a little warmth.

It seems that it is not ruthless enough to make the charming villain less scrupulous.

After today, the murderous name of Jinyiwei will definitely be deeply imprinted into the minds of hundreds of officials, and it will not be erased for the rest of his life.

In September of the tenth year of Yongle, just after the ceremony of canonizing the crown prince, the Son of Heaven issued an edict to officially move the capital.

"I go north, and the emperor stays in Nanjing."

"The Son of Heaven guards the door for the country, and since the beginning of me, the descendants of the Zhu family have been serving for generations!"

When the holy decree was issued, Zhu Gaoxu was dumbfounded. The holy car traveled north, and he stayed in Nanjing?

Daddy? It's my father, right?

Zhu Di glared, what's the matter, you kid is dissatisfied?

Zhu Gaoxu stubbornly said that his land in Xuanfu had not been confiscated and he could not stay in Nanjing, otherwise, his father would stay and he would go north? Compared with the group of civil and military forces in Nanjing, it is obvious that the Beijing Xingbu is more suitable for his temperament.

"Father, the northern frontier is a land with heavy rain in summer and bitter cold in winter, which is really hard. Jiangnan ointment fat fat, not as good as the sons of the north ......"

Before he finished speaking, the whip broke through the wind.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't dare to say any more, so he ran away.

"Let you stay in Nanjing, don't give me more words!"

Syllable! “

"Father's ......"

"Dare to say more, do you want to resist the decree?!"

Syllable!

"You kid run again?!"

Zhu Gaoxu stopped running, rubbed a few times and climbed up the pillar, unable to hold on.

"Get down!"

Zhu Gaoxu shook his head and burst into tears.

Anyway, he is also a person with a son, so he was cleaned up by his father...... The new crown prince was very sad. It seems that no matter how the status changes, in front of the father, the treatment is the same.

With the strength of my father beating people, it's no problem to be a dragon chair for another twenty or thirty years, why don't you let him go back to Xuanfu?

Outside the warm pavilion, Zhu Gaosui retracted his feet and took two big steps back. I was going to ask my father when to go to the West again, but now is indeed not a good time.

After thinking for a while, His Royal Highness King Zhao decided to go back to his house to carry two boxes of gems and greet him to Kunning Palace.

Others, negotiate.

In the Wenhua Palace, Meng Zheng explained the new nautical chart to Zhu Zhanyan. Xia Shangshu listened and took notes from time to time. The attitude is extremely serious.

Meng wanted to win people more than once, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity. It is reported that the secretary of the Ministry of Justice, and the secretary of the Ministry of War, Jin Zhong, both have the intention of "asking for advice" from him. In short, please take one Xia Yuanji, and two heavenly officials are ready to take up their posts at any time.

Uncle Meng wept silently, his front was full of thorns, and he would face countless challenges, all of which were above the level of three grades.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, it's just a lecture, why is it so difficult?

In October of the tenth year of Yongle, the royal drive northbound.

In November, the Son of Heaven issued an edict and officially set the capital in Beijing.

In the first month of the 11th year of Yongle, the Son of Heaven sacrificed to the ancestors in Beijing, proclaimed to the world, the grain was cold-resistant and high-yielding, and the provincial capitals were selected to try to plant, and the seeds were supplied by the Huangzhuang and Xungui Zhuangtian.

In February of the same year, Princess Zhao gave birth to Zhu Gaosui's eldest son.

In March of the same year, Zhu Gaochi, the king of Ping, was getting better, and asked for a decree to build a museum in the mansion to revise the Spring and Autumn classics, and the doctrines of various schools were followed by the Son of Heaven.

In April of the eleventh year of Yongle, Zhu Gaosui, the king of Zhao, was ordered to go to the West again. Zhu Zhanji, the son of King Ping, asked for an order to accompany him, but the Son of Heaven did not approve it. Only way, the age of the weak crown, skilled bow horse, can sail.

From then on, the prince of Ping Wang threw away his books, practiced martial arts diligently, and with an infinite yearning for the sea, he could eat five bowls of rice at a meal. And said to people: "Lonely's greatest wish is to grow up quickly." ”

For his eldest son, who was unwilling to study with him, Zhu Gaochi had no choice. I can only sigh, I don't care about me, and I can't do anything about it.

In May of the same year, the imperial fleet sailed offshore from Liujiagang.

The size of the fleet increased again, treasure ships, fortune ships, war ships, horse ships, merchant ships, etc., nearly five hundred. The sails cover the sky and the sun, and in the sound of drums and horns, ride the wind and waves.

Soon after the fleet set sail, Meng took the opportunity of going to Nanjing to visit Daoyan at an ancient temple in the suburbs.

The master and apprentice haven't seen each other for a long time, and when they meet again, they are all a little emotional.

Dao Yan is getting older, but his eyes are clearer.

"Can you play against the same teacher?"

"The master has a life, and the apprentice dares to disobey."

Dao Yan spread out the chessboard: "I think that at the beginning, the apprentice did everything possible not to recognize me as a master. ”

Meng touched his nose, "Young things can't be traced." Does the master remember? ”

When the words fell, the master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

The laughter came out, and the little novice who swept the floor was startled. Surprised-probe-head, it turns out that Master Dao Yan can still laugh like this?

The senior brother who passed by comforted him, "Don't worry, the master is kind, and Xingningbo is a good person." ”

The little novice was puzzled.

Senior brother looked around and lowered his voice, "Back then, senior brother was as big as you, and Xingningbo often came. Delicious dim sum every time I came......"

Outside the meditation room, the little novice has an infinite yearning for delicious dim sum.

In the meditation room, a game of chess has been decided.

Dao Yan dropped the last white seed, "My wish for the teacher has been fulfilled, and all my life's desires have been fulfilled." How's it going? ”

"It's the same with the apprentices."

His eyes swept over the chess game, Meng didn't fall again, stood up, and saluted respectfully, "Master Xie advises." ”

Dao Yan smiled, "I've seen it, I understand, let's go." ”

"Yes."

Meng exited the meditation room, met the little novice, and reflexively pulled out his sleeves, and finally took out a bag of pine nut candy.

"Take it, it's not a broken ring."

Xiao Shami's eyebrows opened and smiled, "Uncle Xie." ”

Meng couldn't help but chuckle, thinking of the little novice at the beginning, he inevitably felt a little emotional.

Walking out of the mountain gate, looking back and going, a round of red sun slanted westward, and the whole temple seemed to be shrouded in a halo.

"All the wishes of my life have been fulfilled ......"

Dao Yan's wish has been fulfilled, and his life is fulfilled. What about him?

"Uncle?"

"Nothing."

Turned over the horse, pulled the reins violently, and the horse raised its hooves, "Go back to Beijing!" ”

"Yes!"

In the ancient temple, the bell rang, and a sound pierced through the mountains.

In the meditation room, Dao Yan knocked on the wooden fish, and his expression became more and more peaceful.

On the official road, the sound of hooves was like thunder, the horses galloped past, and Meng Gui's heart was like an arrow.

On the sea, the treasure ship sails through the waves. Zhu Gaosui stood at the bow of the boat, bursting with pride.

The sun sets, and the sun shines all over the sky.

A team of people from the west traveled along the ancient road in search of the legendary national capital amid the sound of camel bells.

No one knows where the wheel of history will go in the next moment, but for Meng, who has mistakenly entered the era, the butterfly in his dream is no longer illusory.

Mengjiatun, Kaipingwei, Daning, Jinling, Beijing......

Jing difficult, out of the plug, down to the West.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces, sad or happy pasts, build the most real life, depicting a picture scroll flowing through time and space.

It's him, and it's this era.

In the most glorious era of the Ming Dynasty, a small person broke in by mistake, from ignorance to firmness, from passive struggle to active struggle, leaving a magical experience that is praised.

History will eventually fade away, but time can witness it.

This is the history of the struggle of a small person in the early Ming Dynasty, illusory, but also extremely real.

- End of the book

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