This time it was Chongzhen's turn to laugh, and Queen Zhang also giggled, like the plum blossoms in the courtyard, the branches trembled lightly, and her eyes were hot when she saw the apocalypse, and she hinted at it with her eyes, in exchange for a white eye with infinite charm.

"Yes, the emperor who has been aggrieved for a night, tonight can finally touch his queen. It's a pity that the royal sister-in-law doesn't have to do the laundry herself, otherwise a washboard would be perfect. Well, you have to bring in durian anyway. ”

Chongzhen smiled secretly, but said: "Your Majesty, it's rare to have light today, let's go to the courtyard to enjoy the plum blossoms." ”

Apocalypse's laziness seemed to have been committed again, and he found the interface and said, "Nonsense, big companion...... Oh no, Quan Gelding only told me yesterday that these plum blossoms are only budding to be released. ”

Chongzhen raised his sword eyebrows and looked at the apocalypse and said, "Don't you think that the flowers and bones that want to bloom are the most beautiful scenery in this world?" ”

Tianqi was leisurely fascinated, and then felt that Empress Zhang seemed to have a bad face, so he bared his teeth and said, "It makes sense." ”

"Your Majesty, then let's go enjoy the plum blossoms." Chongzhen was also receiving Queen Zhang's sharp eyes, and as he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed Tianqi's wrist, and the two brothers shrunk their necks, crossed the threshold lightly, and walked into the courtyard.

The palace maids and guards of the Yellow Gate standing in the courtyard were all prostrate on the ground, and the mountain shouted: "Long live the emperor, and believe in the king of a thousand years." ”

The courtyard has been colorful because of the successive spitting fragrance of each plum tree, light yellow, elegant white, plain pink, plum red, dotted ink...... A spring-like purple and red.

Chongzhen was taken aback by this battle, and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, you don't need to do this." ”

Apocalypse looked at a nearby plum tree and said, "When are you going to leave?" ”

Chongzhen looked at him like a second dog, tilted his head and looked at him and said: "In a few days, it will be Laba, let the courtiers accompany the royal brother to drink a bowl of Laba porridge, or spend the New Year." ”

Apocalypse approached and sniffed a plum that was about to bloom, turned his head and glared at him angrily, "Are you in such a hurry to leave?" Let's talk about it after the New Year. ”

Chongzhen said happily: "Okay." Brother Huang, do we still eat dumplings made by my sister-in-law during the Chinese New Year? And Laba ......"

Tianqi frowned and said, "Isn't Laba a porridge drunk?" ”

Chongzhen said helplessly: "Brother Chen is a rice bucket, he won't be full just by drinking porridge!" ”

Apocalypse let go of Na Dora Mei and said: "My brother is destined to be Yao Shun, don't hack yourself like this in the future." ”

Chongzhen bowed sincerely and said, "The younger brother respectfully obeys the imperial brother's order. ”

The knots in the hearts of the two brothers were untied, and Empress Zhang was relieved to take the palace maids to work.

The husband wants to drink laba porridge, and the uncle also has to eat dumplings at the same time, in order to meet the two men who have the most power and potential in the Ming Dynasty, Queen Zhang feels that she must also start working hard.

"It would be great if I could work hard to give birth to a little boy like Jade Phoenix."

Empress Zhang thought longingly, especially since the imperial doctor had already said that there was nothing wrong with her body.

King Shin also said: "It's useless to be anxious, leave everything to time to conceive." ”

Empress Zhang felt that this little uncle's rhetoric, intentional or unintentional, was always full of profound truths, and she was also full of confidence in the future.

Laqi Laba, freezing to death jackdaws.

The Chinese course has come to the coldest moment of the seventh year of the apocalypse of the lunar calendar, and the plum blossoms in the palace of nourishing the heart are still not released.

It's like he, the person who transplanted the plum tree, can still urge the newborn flower bones to bloom.

Chongzhen always used a sunny smile to soothe the anxiety of the apocalypse: "Wait, wait, these elf-like little beings will definitely choose the most opportune time to come to my Ming time and space." ”

Empress Zhang felt that this guy was nothing more than a pointer, and she couldn't help but be a little shy.

The folk and temples of Jingshi have spontaneously begun to hold various ceremonies of Laba porridge, and the cycle repeats itself, year after year, just like the annual rings of the tree, year after year, going round and round.

This is the hard-working, kind, simple and intelligent Chinese people, looking forward to the beginning of the new year.

Empress Zhang also took matters into her own hands, and had set up a pot in the Yangxin Palace and cooked Laba porridge.

"When it comes to laba porridge, who doesn't immediately have a sweet and greasy feeling in their mouths. Put millet, rice beans, dates, chestnuts, sugar, peanuts and kernels together, boil them into a pot in a muddle, let it boil in the pot with a sigh, just look at its sighing appearance, smell the fragrance, it is enough to swallow more than three mouthfuls of saliva, not to mention, a big bowl is filled, and a big spoon is stuffed into the mouth! ”

This is the text that Chongzhen learned when he was a child, when he was studying in that "Simin Primary School".

He still remembered his teacher, a bespectacled Si Swenwen, thin and weak, who stood middle-aged, and said to his classmates with a light smile: "The biggest feature of Mr. Shen Congwen's writing is that it is delicate, and students must read it more." ”

It was the oldest memory in Chongzhen's heart, passing through space and time, immortal and immortal.

Just like his adoptive father and Master Xu Wei, whether ordinary or great, they are always buried in his heart.

After many years, perhaps the apocalypse will be added - this thin and tall man who wants to pass on the power and responsibility of the Ming Dynasty to "carry the emperor in heaven".

Just like when he was a child, Chongzhen looked forward to the next 20 days of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, and he could pass faster, faster, and his expectations far exceeded his childhood desire for new clothes and New Year's money.

"If the Apocalypse lasts until the eighth year of the Apocalypse, then the Ming Dynasty, will it still be the Ming Dynasty? Will the situation in Liaodong, Northwest, Southeast and Southwest, the whole of China and even the whole world be affected by this? ”

This is a historical proposition that can be known as the future and cannot be conclusively determined—if.

The Laba Festival passed quickly in its joyful and joyful manner.

The Chinese people continue to yearn for the New Year and look forward to the arrival of the twenty-third year of the new year - the eve of the little Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chongzhen is undoubtedly the most nervous one among the Chinese people in recent times, far surpassing Wang Er, who rebelled in Weibei, Guanzhong, Shaanxi Province in the seventh year of this year, and Wang Jiayin, a farmer in Fugu County, who plans to raise troops to respond to Wang Er after the New Year.

As the god of the stove, who had lived in the Chinese folk for nearly a year, was sent to heaven to tell the Jade Emperor about the lives of the people on the land of China, the flavor of the New Year on the land of China became even stronger.

Even the officers and soldiers and displaced people in the northwest had a tacit understanding that they temporarily stopped "you chase me and escape, you go and I come", and began to prepare for many things for the New Year - dusting, sacrificial stoves, and most importantly, preparing for the New Year.

The so-called rich or not, go home for the New Year.

On this night, countless wanderers who traveled in the land of China missed their hometown, their relatives in their hometown, and especially missed the person who had always been attached to the door frame and looked forward to it earnestly-mother.

In order to make up for the regret for his mother in his heart, Chongzhen's day was spent with Empress Dowager Liu.

accompanied her old man and spent the whole day warmly and happily.

Even when the old man was taking a nap for half an hour as usual, he meditated outside and never left.

At night, Chongzhen cooked a very hearty but not luxurious dinner for the old man.

The old family is virtuous and virtuous, pure-hearted, and has no quarrel with the world, and has long developed the habit of not eating at noon.

But for Chongzhen's filial piety like a son racing over his grandson, he still tasted a lot, and the rest all went into Chongzhen's big stomach.

After dinner, Chongzhen wanted to return to the Apocalypse and continue to guard him, never leaving until the arrival of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, until he saw the first day of the eighth year of the Apocalypse - the sunshine of the Spring Festival, sprinkled all over the land of China.

But the apocalypse was actually supported by Queen Zhang, and he actually touched it.

So Chongzhen began to boil water to make tea, after all, green tea is a little stomach-hurting, so Chongzhen brewed kung fu tea, and the tea selected is also inherited by the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River - Yue Hong fragrant tea.

Soup cups, dry pots, serving tea, tasting tea, a series of actions like flowing water.

Apocalypse's favorite is still Chongzhen's action of pouring the first brew of tea on the tea set wantonly, so uninhibited and indulgent, which makes it have the broad mind of "Hidden and Ranger".

Tianqi pinched the small exquisite tea cup, raised it up and saluted the Empress Dowager Liu with tea instead of wine, raised his head slightly and drank it all, Chongzhen refilled the cup, Tianqi drank it dry again, and Chongzhen refilled the cup again.

Tianqi drank three cups in a row, gently put down the teacup and said, "Good tea is no less than the Zhengshan small species that pays tribute." ”

Chongzhen explained with a smile: "The name of this tea is Yue Hong Xiang Tea, and the production method is inherited from a county town called Xi Shi's hometown in Shaoxing Prefecture. Earlier, it was the villagers who picked the tea leaves in the deep mountains home, and then made it through the four steps of withering, rolling, fermentation and drying, and its tea properties were much warmer than the green tea that our emperor often drank.

Because it is rich in paraerythrin, it can also play an auxiliary role in reducing blood lipids and blood sugar, preventing arteriosclerosis, and caring for heart health. What the emperor drank was made by his ministers according to this method, using autumn tea to make it simply, if the use is spring tea, the effect and taste are better. ”

Chongzhen said, poured a full cup for Empress Dowager Liu and Tianqi again, and then poured tea for Empress Zhang, and then poured a full cup for himself.

He gently pinched his tea cup with one hand and held it with the other, and said with a respect: "Tonight is the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the New Year is getting closer and closer." The ministers wish the emperor, the queen mother, and the queen good health, and wish me a smooth wind and rain in the coming year, and the people have plenty of food and clothing. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and drank it all, looking quite arrogant.

The warm Yue black tea entered his throat and stomach, but his homesickness was rendered even stronger.

The apocalypse is not willing to be left behind, and he drinks it all, showing his heroism.

The two brothers put down the teacup, looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

Empress Dowager Liu and Empress Zhang finished tasting this cup with their sleeves, and when they saw the situation of this brother and brother, they couldn't help but look at each other and smile.