The grace of nurturing cannot be repaid, what Chongzhen misses the most is the young time with his adoptive father, he was ignorant and naïve at that time, how frank he was.

Chongzhen's favorite thing to see is the bright smile of his adoptive father when he saw himself when he returned from studying.

"My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn." Chongzhen kept his adoptive father in his heart, which became his motivation to overcome difficulties.

The palace gathers a large number of resources from the whole Ming Dynasty, and it is naturally not a problem to use these resources to brew a few large vts of Sifeng rice wine.

As for the saying that "the common people can't eat enough, but you use the grain to make wine", Chongzhen is also very helpless.

There will always be some fat moths in the palace, and they will take these people's fat and people's ointment to do the damned things.

Rather than that, Shigejin thinks it's better to dispose of the food himself.

After all, compared with these moths who know that "water can carry a boat and can also capsize a boat", their own understanding of history is always much more profound, not only to be able to make the best use of things, but also to give back to the people appropriately.

After the brewing of Sifeng rice wine was completed, Chongzhen also generously sent a jar to each of the imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital, and told them the wonderful use, especially after drinking it with boiling water, the best effect.

The old lady who ploughed the fields at night became less and less, and never took the medicine of tigers and wolves, ran home in a hurry to find the concubine who still had the charm to talk to him.

"Imperial doctors and grandfathers, it's a stubborn disease if you don't do it, but you can't be too persecuted." Chongzhen shouted from a distance, and the old ladies who ran around the corner stumbled one after another, almost falling to the ground.

Chongzhen also collected a lot of glutinous rice from the people of Jiangnan, and made sweet wine pulp with his own hands, ready to ferment it into rice wine in the Jiangnan area, especially in the area of Wu Nong's soft language, which is loved by everyone and suitable for both men and women.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chongzhen stood in the courtyard, personally serving the emperor and queen, eating moon cakes, drinking rice wine, and admiring the moon.

"The bright moon and the bright moon are still lacking. Just like a young cave man, a temporary party, parting as before. The small building is on the threshold, which is last year. Thousands of miles of clear light and still, Naye Yong, disgusted with people. ”

A song "Wanghan Yue", chanted through a very magnetic voice, the omen is very good, and it is also very good.

The first sentence is also very decent, but from the second sentence onwards, it is a little improper.

When the man heard it, like the apocalypse, he immediately stroked his hands and laughed.

Most of the young guards listened to it, and they were all fascinated, and they cast their eyes of admiration for their favorite palace maids.

When the girl heard this, she was all shy, lowered her red face, and did not dare to contact the fiery gaze of her lover.

When the little yellow men saw it, they were all envious, jealous, and remorseful.

Empress Zhang listened to this letter of the king only one word, and it stirred up a thousand waves, and while secretly praising it in her heart, she also spat the apocalypse and complained: "Your Majesty ......"

Apocalypse hurriedly said: "Don't blame the concubine, don't blame the concubine, I haven't been so happy for a long time." ”

Chongzhen said happily: "The emperor can be happy, which means that the dragon body has improved greatly, which is really gratifying." ”

Tianqi looked at this fifth brother who was thinking about himself everywhere with a smile, and praised: "I and the queen, I really didn't see the wrong person. ”

Chongzhen hurriedly bowed down and said, "Brother Huang, don't torture your brother again." ”

Apocalypse said "yes" three times in a row, and suddenly said, "Is Locust Aiqing really dead?" ”

Chongzhen said gloomily: "It's true, the mastermind behind the arson was also beheaded in anger by the little general's brother in front of Wei Zhongxian's father-in-law. ”

"Father-in-law Wei Zhongxian? Oh, you say, Otoman? I did send him right away. Tianqi sighed and said, "What a good young man Guan Ning, is the locust Aiqing's Shang Fang sword still there?" ”

Chongzhen said: "Back to the emperor, he is still there, and his younger brother has brought it when he entered the palace, and it is hanging above the palace door." ”

Tianqi said: "Take it to me." ”

"No." Chongzhen bowed down and agreed, then went back and took the "Ruqin" sword, holding it in both hands and handing it to the apocalypse.

Tianqi got up and took it, took out half of it, looked carefully at the word "Ruqin" engraved on it, and said: "Sure enough, my wife gave Hu Zongxian the Pingwu Sword, what a good Guanning boy, it's a pity." ”

Hearing the apocalypse mention "Guan Ning Boy" twice, he really knew that he would have useful intentions, so he smiled lightly.

Apocalypse returned the sword and said, "Does King Xin have nothing to say?" ”

Chongzhen heard him bite the word "King Xin" very hard, knowing that he still had all doubts about his appearance, but he said calmly: "The little general died to save his brother, and his brother is inexplicably grateful." ”

Apocalypse nodded and returned the sword to Chongzhen, "Locust Aiqing is my commander in a hundred battles, you should indeed be grateful. Fifth brother, do you remember when you were very young, I was the most enthusiastic about the sword game? ”

Chongxin thought about it, and said happily: "Naturally remember, it's a pity that the wooden sword and bamboo sword can't protect this great tomorrow." ”

Tianqi said with a look of remembrance: "Yes, the only time I used a real sword and a real sword, but I accidentally injured my fifth brother, every time I think of this, I blame myself." ”

Chongzhen hurriedly said: "In the past seven years, thanks to the care of the emperor and the imperial sister-in-law, the younger brother has been able to study in the palace of the king, and he has never forgotten the teachings of the imperial brother, and has been practicing his body diligently." ”

Apocalypse patted his thin but solid shoulder and praised, "You don't know if you don't say it." ”

Chongzhen said: "Brother Huang wants to see his brother dance the sword?" ”

Tianqi looked at Empress Zhang slightly embarrassed and said, "Is it okay?" ”

Empress Zhang said in her heart that you have played Tai Chi well, so she gave him a blank look and said, "Okay." ”

He also instructed Chongzhen: "King Xin, be careful, don't shock the emperor." ”

Chongzhen smiled and said: "The imperial brother is the son of heaven, and he has the style of a ranger since he was a child, how can he be afraid of that sword qi?" ”

As he spoke, he retreated to the door of cultivating his heart, and through a door, he danced his sword under the moon.

He danced the most common set of swordsmanship in Chinese kendo, because many children would hold a bamboo pole as a sword when they were young, and learn from the swordsmen who traveled all over the world, so it is also called "bamboo pole swordsmanship".

After a set of swordsmanship dances, the hot-blooded Chongzhen also sweated slightly.

Empress Zhang wanted to ask "Is the king hot", but she felt that it was too abrupt, so she looked at the apocalypse.

Tianqi simply said openly and honestly: "Fifth brother, can you take off your shirt and let me see your back?" ”

Chongzhen felt his sincerity, and said with a smile: "Naturally." ”

In his heart, he is in the middle of the heart, because he does have a lot of hideous scars on his chest.

If you are seen by the apocalypse and Queen Zhang, it is strange not to be suspicious.

So, he couldn't wait, according to his words, and showed a solid back in front of everyone.

It just so happens that there is a palace wall in front of it, so there is no need to be afraid of being seen by anyone on the front of the chest.

Empress Zhang took a sip and turned her face away, her swan-like slender and white jade neck was red.

The little palace maids either stared wide-eyed, or shy and did not dare to look directly.

The guards were extremely envious of the well-proportioned muscles.

Apocalypse also got his wish, and saw the long but faint scar on his left shoulder armor.

Chongzhen really didn't know what to say, because this scar was cut through by the final charge in the Battle of Juehua, and he didn't know which Jiannu was slashed from behind.

At that time, the knife was not light, and it directly cut through the light armor.

However, the speed of the horse is too fast.

As a result, such a scar was left that looked not light or heavy.

Compared to the hideous wounds on the chest, Chongzhen didn't even care about this scar, and it seemed that he had forgotten to deal with it at the time, but Zhou Yuji saw it and forced him to disinfect it.

Apocalypse saw tears in his eyes, and his heart was full of reminiscence, brotherly love, and a faint sense of remorse.

Empress Zhang couldn't help but turn her face to peek, and she was a little greedy for this sturdy young uncle.

Empress Zhang couldn't hold back for a while, and glared at Chongzhen fiercely.

Because she noticed that his eyes were full of smiles.

Driven by Chongzhen, Apocalypse stopped his tears and burst into laughter.

As soon as the apocalypse was happy, Empress Zhang also let go of all her defenses, covered her mouth and chuckled.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, relieving the embarrassment of being as light as moonlight, and also completely dissolving the only remaining estrangement between each other.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the imperial city in the seventh year of the Apocalypse passed quietly in an atmosphere of joy and sorrow.

Wei Zhongxian was very angry because he was not even qualified to serve from the side.

The only consolation is that the apocalypse finally announced him and appeased him in front of the queen and the king of letters.

Chongzhen felt that Wei Zhongxian had some feelings for the Apocalypse, after all, from ancient times to the present, except for Qin II, there seemed to be no emperor who would let a eunuch do whatever he wanted.

In the blink of an eye, it was late August, and after a few showers of autumn rain, late autumn descended on Beijing, rendering the coal mountains into layers of forests, and most of the plants that were rare in the imperial city became yellow.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and autumn is undoubtedly a sad season.

However, the apocalypse was pleased to find that the courtyard in Chaoyang was orange, yellow, orange and green, and the chrysanthemums were vibrant.

Only then did the apocalypse realize that all the vegetation that Chongzhen had transplanted here was based on his recovery.

exchanged a knowing look with Queen Zhang, and the two didn't say anything, only more trust and respect in their hearts.

After more than a month of hard work, Tianqi's body has also improved a lot, although it still looks very weak, but there is already a trace of a healthy person's complexion and spirit.

Empress Zhang was inexplicably overjoyed by this, Tianqi herself was also complacent, her heart was no longer depressed, her life was regular, her belief in recovery was also there, and with the meticulous care of her relatives, a virtuous circle appeared.

Chongzhen has always believed that in many cases, people's willpower is also a major factor in whether the disease can be recovered.

For the rest of the month, Chongzhen was really busy, busy taking care of the apocalypse, doing it himself, and never pretending to others.

He also built a thatched cottage in the corner of the Chaoyang courtyard, and slept there at night, like a loyal dog guarding the courtyard for the master, more like a hidden dragon entrenched next to the real dragon and growing silently with the scales of the real dragon.