At this time, Zhu Qizhen's little feet continued to appear in his heart, and Li Xian saw that Zhu Qizhen had something on his mind, and asked softly, "Is the emperor worried about tonight's actions?" ”

Zhu Qizhen glanced at Li Xian, shook his head and said, "Wang Ji is here, at most it is a question of whether it is smooth or not, I remembered those little feet." ”

In his impression, the binding of small feet was one of the feudal dregs that only appeared in the Qing Dynasty, and even hindered the emancipation of women in the future, and it was the evidence of the crime of confinement of the majority of female compatriots at home! Why is there anyone doing this now?

"Your Majesty, although the imperial court has ordered a ban on these three-inch golden lotus, after all, it grows on people, and it is not good for the government to really interfere.

Nowadays, there are more and more people who bind their feet, and famous families all take their daughters' foot binding as a symbol of knowledge and etiquette. Li Xian introduced it as a gossip.

"The matter of foot binding, according to my research, should have appeared from the Southern Song Dynasty, which was caused by the prosperity of Cheng Zhu Lixue, but it was just to keep the woman at home and no longer go out to show her face.

To satisfy some selfish desires, we have to harm ourselves in this way, and in the eyes of our doctors, it is simply a loss of human nature. Xiong Zongli obviously doesn't have a good impression of foot binding.

Zhu Qizhen nodded, he hadn't studied these things, and he had the impression that there were no foot-bound concubines in the palace.

I only remember that there seems to be a TV series in later generations, which is about Queen Ma being a big foot, and the habit of binding feet should indeed have been produced before the Ming Dynasty.

And this kind of thing is often transferred from the top to the bottom, if the whole people are really proud of it, just like the Qing Dynasty, then every household will have less manpower, and it is not conducive to social development.

Zhu Qizhen thought in his heart Needless to say, after the group turned around in the city, they finally stopped in front of an ordinary person's house, and Lao Zhang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Who are you?" The door opened and a head poked out of it.

Lao Zhang showed the waist card on his body, the other party's complexion changed, and an excited and nervous look appeared on his face, and the door was quickly opened.

After Zhu Qizhen and the others entered the door, they saw a figure kneeling in the courtyard early.

When the first gray-haired old man had tears on his face, Zhu Qizhen finally saw this Jingyuan Marquis Wang Ji.

"Long live my emperor, the minister Wang Ji respectfully invites St. Ann." Wang Ji knelt on the ground, and the soldiers behind him kowtowed.

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Zhu Qizhen took two quick steps, took Wang Ji's arm and said, "This is not the place to talk, Marquis Jingyuan, hurry up, let's go into the house and talk." ”

The two of them walked into the house hand in hand, and the rest of the people were left outside the door, and all the soldiers in the courtyard watched and listened in all directions, and even a mosquito had to stop outside the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the house, Wang Ji knelt down again, Zhu Qizhen didn't stop him again this time, since there was no one else, just talk about what should be said.

He sat on the stool by himself, waiting for Wang Ji to speak.

"The minister is guilty." After Wang Ji finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Qizhen.

Zhu Qizhen didn't speak, poured himself a cup of tea, blew off the scraps on it, and pecked it gently.

"The minister should not have stationed his troops to stop moving forward, causing Pingyue Wei to be without food for several months, and his troops and horses were almost killed and wounded."

Zhu Qizhen still didn't speak, the teacup was lightly placed on the table, and a wisp of fine mist floated on it.

"It's just that the emperor, Wang Zhen, and the people concerned in the court have all been purged. The minister is not afraid of death, he can't live for a few years at his age, but the descendants of the minister's family who are not successful, I am afraid that they will have to follow the minister directly, the emperor is also a father, he must be able to understand the helplessness of the minister, it is really ......"

Zhu Qizhen finally moved his gaze to Wang Ji and asked, "I didn't transfer you back to the capital directly, isn't it enough?" ”

"After all, the pressure on the DPRK and China is too great, and Wang Zhen's father-in-law has offended people too hard before, and the ministers are afraid of ......," Wang Ji said.

Zhu Qizhen was silent again, and the two of them seemed to be separated by a big flowing river, blocking Wang Ji's confession on the other side.

Seeing this situation, Wang Ji also made up his mind in his heart, slammed his head on the ground a few times, and said to Zhu Qizhen:

"The minister knows that he is guilty of death, and asks the emperor to allow the minister to go out and kill the enemy in order to repay the emperor's kindness. I just hope that after the minister's death, the emperor can read the old minister, which can be regarded as sacrificing his life for the country and protecting the life of the minister's family. ”

Zhu Qizhen sighed lightly, he is over seventy years old, and he still has to plan for the life and death of his children and grandchildren, and he pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

"Parents love their children, and they have far-reaching plans."

Zhu Qizhen got up after repeating it a few times, and when he walked to the door, he said, "Isn't Marquis Jingyuan going to kill thieves with me?" ”

Only then did Wang Ji realize that his life had been saved.

According to Zhu Qizhen's original idea, that is, as Wang Ji just said, to save his family's life, but in the end, he still couldn't be right

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The court is loyal, and the Confucian generals who have fought for half their lives will start, and if you want to blame it, blame the party fight.

At this time, the sky is getting dark, and the yamen of the political envoy has been quietly arranged, although there is no reason to see it at the gate, but the inside has been completely new.

Gong Mu'er held a sandalwood box in his hand, and after entering the gate, he didn't seem to know the mansion in front of him, and the place was covered with flowers, and each official carried a lantern in his hand, with a blessing written on it, and stood respectfully on both sides.

"Hello ma'am!"

Those who knew Gong Mu'er would take the initiative to say hello, and those who didn't know were asking whose lady this was, and then after being looked at by the colleagues next to them for a while, they gave a hopeless expression, which caused those people to scratch their hearts and livers.

It wasn't until he walked to the last garden that Gong Mu'er saw Xiang Wenyao: "Husband, this is all for the emperor?" ”

"How is ma'am?" Xiang Wenyao smiled.

Seeing that the huge back garden was already surrounded by red paper, with scriptures copied on it and different handwritings, Gong Mu'er couldn't help but open her cherry mouth wide.

"Xianggong really has a heart, presumably the emperor must be happy when he sees it." Gong Mu'er said in admiration.

At this time, several people who looked like military generals passed by, each holding some armor and weapons in their hands.

"What is this?" Gong Muer asked.

Xiang Wenyao took the wooden box in Gong Mu'er's hand and gently pressed it on the stool before saying: "The civil officials pray for the emperor with scriptures, and the military attaches offer their own spoils. Speaking of civil officials, I was still inspired by my wife, and my wife invited me to worship her. ”

Saying that he was really about to salute Gong Mu'er, Gong Mu'er blushed, quickly stood up from the stool, and grabbed Xiang Wenyao.

"Don't be ashamed of the concubine, husband, I'm already very happy if I can help. Time is urgent, so I can only embroider the Taoist Sutra completely, and the remaining half of the 5,000 words will be sent together with the husband's book. ”

As he spoke, he opened the wooden box, and saw the purple robe unfolded, in which the gold thread flowed slowly like a flame, as if someone was gently chanting scriptures.

Xiang Wenyao is overjoyed, with this baby, no one can steal my limelight today!

"The emperor is back!"

Xiang Wenyao was busy sorting out his clothes, and rushed to the gate with an excited expression, Gong Mu'er wanted to avoid it, but was tightly grabbed by her husband, and the husband and wife walked forward with their armrests.

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