In addition to the books in front of the Bogu shelf, there are a few ornaments, Qian Yi glanced at it, suddenly trembled, slowly stretched out his hand, took out a slightly old purse, took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again, and reached out to rub the patterns on it, and soon, a few tears fell on this purse.

"You, you still have this purse?" Qian Yi asked in a choked voice.

The purse is embroidered with three small animals, one is a monkey, one is a rabbit, one is a cow, these three small animals are not the same kind, but get along in a strange way, the rabbit is the smallest, is standing cross-legged on the back of the cow, the monkey is sitting on the back of the cow, both hands naughtily pinching the rabbit's two ears, the spirit is vivid.

Without waiting for Zhu Xu and Zhu Heng to speak, Qian Yi took the initiative to say: "This purse was embroidered by my mother when my sister was six years old, that year my natal year, my mother said that she was going to embroider a zodiac purse for me, and my sister also wanted to hear it, and my mother heard that she would embroider one by one, and embroider our genera, saving the wrong amount, but my sister was not happy, saying that she wanted to embroider the same, she wanted to use the same with her two brothers, and as soon as my mother was happy, she embroidered the three genera of our brothers and sisters on the purse, and my sister liked what she liked, and she slept with this purse on Chinese New Year's Eve, When I got married, I also took it, I, I didn't expect that my sister had been gone for so many years, this purse, this purse... ”

Qian Yi couldn't say the rest of the words, and whimpered while holding his purse.

"This purse was found by me when I went to Chuhua Palace a few days ago to sort out the old things, I know that it is my mother's relics, and there are many books that my mother has read, with my mother's notes on it. Also, this fan was also embroidered by her mother, and the words on it were also inscribed by herself. Zhu Heng said as he pulled out a few books, and at the same time took out a fan.

The fan is double-sided embroidery, the pattern is a yellow picture of a lady applique on the mirror, the inscription poem is Li Qingzhao's, the fan surface is silk, the fan bone and the fan handle are Xiangfei bamboo, a look is not less in the hand to polish, the fan handle is shining.

Qian Yi first took the fan and reversed it, and looked at the picture carefully, "It's your mother's painting style, and it's also her pen style, Li Yi'an is the lyricist she admires the most, but it's a pity... ”

Qian Yi didn't finish the rest of the words, and Zhu Xu next to him seemed to understand, a little embarrassed, and a little ashamed.

Although they had been husband and wife for more than eight years, he had never really understood the former queen, so it was the first time he had seen these things, so he did not dare to answer easily after entering the door.

At this time, Zhu Xu regretted bringing Qian Yi in, this eldest brother had not officially agreed to come forward to respond to the tax reform of the imperial court, if he learned that he had condescended to the first queen, what would he do?

But then again, when the war with the Tatars broke out, he wrote to Qian Yi about the difficulties of the imperial court, and Qian Yi took the lead in helping him raise money without saying a word, and the entire Qian family donated silver and materials equivalent to nearly one million taels, and the squires in the south of the Yangtze River were influenced by the Qian family and also donated millions of assets.

Come to think of it, he has failed not only a woman, but also the family behind this woman, plus her only son left, who is also his son.

"The Buddha said that everything in the world has a certain number, and I think that my mother's cultivation is not yet enough, and I hope that she can be born in a good family in the next life, worry-free when she is young, fearless in her youth, worry-free in middle age, and no trouble in her old age.

In fact, what Zhu Heng wanted to say was "I have to meet a good person in my life and get what I want", but when the words came to his mouth, he remembered his father who was pestle next to him, and swallowed back the three words "meet a good person".

"The Buddha said?" Qian Yi put the fan back and took these books from Zhu Heng's hand, he wanted to see what books his sister had read in those years, why this nephew started to participate in Zen at a young age, which is not a good thing.

"Rest assured, Uncle Heng'er grew up with his imperial grandmother, the old man likes to chant Buddha, and the child has been somewhat affected." Zhu Xu finally interjected.

"Yes, these things are the most transferable, my sister just reads too many of these books, so she will fantasize about those unrealistic things." Qian Yi flipped through the several books in his hand and said.

These books are all collections of poems by predecessors, two of which are by Li Qingzhao, and there are annotations on each book, which shows that the reader has put a lot of thought into it.

But these things are destined to be incompatible with daily life, whose life is not a place of chicken feathers for food and clothing, how can you live in fantasy all day long?

Don't talk about others, just take this Li Qingzhao as an example, it looks as if she and her husband have lived a life as sweet as honey, but what about the facts? The two have no children, Zhao Mingcheng still wants to take a concubine, and the husband and wife are still estranged, especially in the end, even the basic righteousness cannot be maintained, so they can only part ways.

Zhu Xu thought so.

Although he was young and didn't know much about feelings, he really didn't like the former queen who couldn't put the scroll in his hands all day long, and his mouth was either poetry and songs, or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he was an emperor, and he was irritable enough to face the courtiers every day, how could he have the heart to accompany her to pursue these unrealistic things?

"Uncle, don't worry, I won't." Zhu Heng replied very firmly.

It was hard for him to say before, he was indeed distracted, so he would rest on his laurels and be bound by himself, but after getting acquainted with Zeng Rong, he came out of his closed shell, saw the outside world, and knew what he wanted.

"Okay, don't talk about this, go back to Qianning Palace and pass the meal." Zhu Xu didn't want to face the relics of the former queen, and he didn't want to continue the topic.

"It's the same here, my daily meals are carefully arranged by Ah Rong, and even Imperial Doctor Lu said that my body and bones are much better than before in the past six months, and I haven't been sick much in the old winter." Zhu Heng proposed.

He wanted his uncle to perceive Zeng Rong's goodness again, although his family affairs didn't need to bother this uncle to nod, but after all, it was his relative, and he was still a dearest, and he hoped that the people he liked could also be respected by these dearest.

"Oh? Why? Qian Yi asked.

"Mr. Hui Qian, Xia Guan once stayed in the Pharmacopoeia Bureau for a period of time, and he studied a little book, and knew that everything in the world is mutually reinforcing, and the same is true for diet, His Royal Highness is weak, menstrual blood congestion, if you blindly rely on medicine to regulate it is easy to hurt the spleen and stomach, it is better to combine it with diet, which can cure diseases and not hurt the body, wouldn't it be better?" Zeng Rong explained.

"Uncle, in that case, why don't we stay and taste it, and see what good things this girl has arranged." Zhu Xu said.

The emperor spoke, and Qian Yi agreed.

It just so happened that he also wanted to see what magic this little girl named Ah Rong had, not only captured Zhu Heng's sincerity, but even caught the emperor.