From the beginning of the 24th day of the lunar month, the palace began to prepare for the festival, the Spring Festival has been a major festival of the Han people since ancient times, and the Ming Dynasty is of course no exception.

As the crown prince, Zhu Houzhao is also a status symbol, so the emperor will ask him to participate in grand events such as ancestor worship and court meetings.

There is no need to repeat the process of participation, this is not a place where the modern soul shakes its wit, the etiquette of these activities has been clearly stipulated since the time of Zhu Yuanzhang, and Zhu Houzhao only needs to do it.

It's just that the process is very boring, although it still carries the freshness of the first year for him.

But if he continues to do this, this year is more exhausting than his seven-day Spring Festival holiday and eight relatives.

Fortunately, after being tired, I finally waited for the eleventh year of Hongji.

Zhu Hou looked at the fireworks of the Ming Dynasty, thinking in his heart, Lao Tzu is also a cow, and he went to work to spend the Spring Festival five hundred years ago.

Qiu Yun knelt down obediently behind him, it was cold in winter, and the tip of her nose and cheeks were red, but she was a beauty, and this kind of 'white and red' was still difficult to hide its gorgeousness, and after a year, a year older, her flower seemed to bloom more delicately.

"Qiuyun, you used to spend the New Year at home, were you as boring as in the palace?"

The little girl stuck out her tongue, the word boring, she didn't dare to think about it, she didn't dare to say it.

"Your Highness, the New Year of the slave when she was a child is more simple and ordinary than that in the palace, and what Your Highness sees is already the most lively New Year in the world."

"This is not the number one ...... in the world," Zhu Houzhao muttered,

In fact, after coming here for a long time, he is no longer so homesick. But when it comes to festivals, it is inevitable to think about some people and things in previous lives.

It's also a shame that he can see it, otherwise this thought would be quite torturous.

"Forget it. Let's not talk about it so much, let's take a bath and sleep. ”

Qiu Yun responded, "The fragrant soup has been prepared." ”

In ancient times, people didn't take many baths, but fortunately, he was the crown prince, which could still pay attention to keeping up with the rhythm of his modernization.

But there is one thing......

It is he who is the crown prince, and he has to be served by someone in the bath, and there is a special agency in the palace responsible for this matter, called the Mixed Hall Division. In fact, there are eunuchs and palace maids among the servants.

Zhu Houzhao accepted it relatively calmly, there is nothing shy about it, but he is so awkward that he makes himself look like an innocent little milk dog.

In the past few years in society, people's hearts have gone back and forth in the sinister field, what is this?

And if you really kick out all the palace maids, it will make people feel strange, isn't this a lot of trouble for no reason.

Besides, there are many things that are difficult to do in ancient times without the tools at hand, such as long hair, no hair dryer, and some places that are out of reach.

So many things, don't let people serve them, he comes by himself, so it takes an hour just to take a shower every day.

Sometimes the eunuch touches him, which makes him feel strange, so the bathing is generally in accordance with the rules of the palace, but when he gets inside, he usually avoids the eunuch and only lets the palace maid rub his back for him.

In fact, everyone thinks he is a child, so don't think about it yourself.

Of course, the special parts don't bother others.

In addition, Zhu Houzhao was reluctant to let the eunuchs do all kinds of things such as tidying up his hair and clothes. As the crown prince, he can still mention this request.

"Your Highness, it's time for a manicure, right?"

He didn't like to keep his nails yet, so after a long time, Qiuyun and Dongyu both knew his habits and knew how to serve him.

"Come to my bedside and fix it for me later."

"Okay."

When you dry him,

The bed over there is also made, because there will be a warm bed, so it is not cold.

Zhu Houzhao covered a quilt, and leaned on the back, and his posture was very comfortable. You don't have to be afraid of the cold on your feet, because they will be warmed in their arms.

Usually after such a set, he will be very relaxed and fall asleep easily.

But today is special, and Zhu Houzhao is not so sleepy.

"Qiuyun, I said earlier that I sent a letter to your brother, did you find it?"

Qiuyun sat on her knees, and the prince's feet fell on her lap, she didn't think it was tiring to serve like this, firstly, she had actually gotten used to it so many times, and secondly, it was...... It's so warm here on such a cold day, what's the hard work?

Those poor people who don't have enough food and clothing are called hard work.

“…… It should be able to be found, but I haven't heard back yet. ”

Zhu Houzhao could see it, "You're worried about him?" I remember you saying that he was a scholar, so nothing should happen, right? ”

Qiu Yun's lips were very thin, and she looked quite good when she pursed them, "The slave's younger brother has not been a worry-free person since he was a child, and I am afraid that he will fight with others." ”

"It's all about being a sister. However, it is normal for a little boy to get into a few fights with people. What man hasn't thought about fists and power...... Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. ”

"His Royal Highness is the crown prince, and it is right to think something in his heart. But the younger brother of the slave maid, how dare you think about those things? The slave just wants him to be safe. ”

"Boy, everybody thinks about it."

It's like......

Now the same thing is happening in the palace,

"What about you, who made you study the saints for the Father? What do you do every day? Talk to someone about the art of war today! Tomorrow I will talk to someone about the battle formation! Look at your studies and see if you have half a point of progress?! ”

Wang Shouren's word Bo'an, number Yangming. This name shines brightly in history, and his story does not need to be wasted on it.

Let's just say that right now, in the eleventh year of Hongzhi, he is twenty-six years old, and his identity is still a lifter, and he is in the middle of the fifth year of Hongzhi.

Although it is difficult to be a Jinshi, it is not difficult for his talent and family education to be on the emperor's list. But this kid is very good at talking about military affairs, and he has practiced the art of archery well, and he is a strange person in this year.

Today's incident is due to him, Wang Shouren began to give advice to General Wang Yue again.

Since the imperial court has this appointment, there will be a big war in the northwest.

Just like the 'military experts' who guarded the live broadcast of the battlefield in later generations, the restless hearts of these young people couldn't be suppressed, and they were thinking about the bloody thing like the Ming army's victory all day long.

"My father taught me, but my father often taught his children to read the books of the sages, to have the world in mind, to worry about the country and the people, and to serve the country. Now the northwest border is full of smoke...... The child discussed with one or two friends all day long, thinking that if he had the opportunity, he could also give advice to General Wang Yue. Wang Shouren knelt in front of his father, full of grievances.

In fact, he admired Wang Yue very much, but it was a pity that when he was really a jinshi and could be an official, the first errand he did was to be responsible for burying Wang Yue, so they didn't actually communicate.

But he was not idle as a military lover, and later those migrant workers who repaired Wang Yue's tomb were 'poisoned' by him, and they were pulled up all day long for military training and arranged a gossip array. It was a little bit of a feeling that someone in my hand finally belonged to yes.

Of course, he didn't do more than this strange thing, compared to him, the prince who was always amazing in words was still a good baby.

Father Wang Hua is sometimes helpless, he feels a little Wu Kuan: this child is very smart, but he does things!

"Ridiculous! General Wang Yue is a man who has been fighting all his life, and no one is better than him in terms of marching and fighting, what advice do you want you to give him? ”

Wang Shouren said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very intelligent, and he has never said that he will no longer ask his courtiers to give him advice." ”

"You!" Wang Hua was so angry that he wanted to kick him, "You rebel is going to anger me!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also what you can talk nonsense? From today on, you will study at home with peace of mind, and you are not allowed to go out and talk all day long! ”

Wang Shouren rolled his eyelids, quite helpless. But in fact, he thought about it, the imperial court sent General Wang Yue to make such a big move this time, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also had a role in this, so this battle with the Tatars could not be avoided no matter what, how could this kind of opportunity be missed?

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have looked forward to the arrival of the eleventh year of Hongzhi so much.