"What time is it?"

There was a melodious voice in the warm pavilion.

Concubine Xian was originally making incense, but after hearing it, she walked over, "Your Majesty, it's time for you." ”

That is, in the evening.

Zhu Houzhao was lying on a bamboo chair covered with a blanket, and at this time he gently pounded his head, "Why did I fall asleep at this time." ”

"Your Majesty got up in the early hours of the morning, and the Sect Shrine tossed for most of the day, and it was also time to sleep for a while."

According to the regulations, the concubine is a single-courtyard palace, and there are many people waiting on the side, but it is quiet at this time, that is, the virtuous concubine and her sister lit incense, and the smoke curled up, and there was a sense of tranquility.

Her sister's name is Xiaoying, and the virtuous concubine is too boring in the palace, so she rarely begged the emperor to bring her back to Beijing.

In fact, it is also to offer another person to the emperor.

However, since returning to the palace, many things have made the previous dynasty very annoying, and Zhu Houzhao has not taken a closer look.

I'm not in much mood today, and my eyelids are sudden, so I don't feel very good.

If he wanted to say that he was afraid of something, he wanted to rest again, but there was a sound of footsteps outside, and it was You Ji who bent over and said in his ear: "Your Majesty, Wang Bingwangge is old." ”

Zhu Houzhao was sleepy-eyed and didn't hear clearly, "Who?" Who went? ”

"Wang Bing."

When You Ji said this, both Concubine Xian and her sister heard it, so they cast worried glances.

"Hey......" Zhu Houzhao let out a long sigh, and his hands were covering his face.

The ministers were much older than him, and from now on he would have to keep sending them away.

"Passed the decree, ordered the cabinet Wang Wei, Yang Tinghe, and Wang Hua, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, to treat his funeral, and posthumously awarded Wang Bing as a young protector, nicknamed ......" Zhu Houzhao thought for a moment, "Nicknamed Wenzhong." ”

"Yes."

The Ming Dynasty's Wenchen nickname was particular, what contribution did you make during your lifetime, there will be an evaluation after your death, and it will be different in the end.

Wenzheng, Wenzhen, Wencheng, Wenzhong, Wenduan, Wending......

The back is very long.

However, from the perspective of later generations, sometimes it is not so accurate, and some are not high when they first die, and then they are posthumously awarded after a few decades.

But roughly speaking, Wen Zhong is also very high.

Zhang Juzheng is also Wenzhong.

And Li Dongyang and Xie Qian were both awarded the highest Wenzheng. Maybe they have better morals than Zhang Juzheng, but Yang Tinghe and Sun Chengzong are also very prestigious, and they are also Wenzhong.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts, which can also be reflected in the nickname.

In the end, what this person did before his life was actually a subjective evaluation, not that kind of numerical concept, one person is 80, and the other person can tell you even if it is 80.1.

In fact, where can it be distinguished?

"Wang Bing has made meritorious contributions, and he has made great contributions, although he has occasionally made mistakes, but he has served me for more than ten years, and there has never been a major mistake. Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes. ”

The emperor waved his hand, and You Di immediately went to do it.

Concubine Xian Gui came to Zhu Houzhao's side and said softly: "Everyone has his own life, Wang Ge Lao has many favors, he is a very popular minister, and His Majesty has a heart-to-heart with him, and for him, there is nothing to ask for." The concubine knew that His Majesty was sad, but for the sake of the dragon's health, she must not worry too much. ”

Wang Bing's granddaughter, Zhu Houzhao has already been married.

Married is the son of Taichang Siqing, although the official is a little younger than Wang Bing, but marrying is not to marry Lao Tzu, but to marry a son, Fan Yuchang, the son of Fan Qing of Guanglu Siqing, is a Jinshi in his early twenties, and his future is immeasurable.

Wang Bing's reputation is not very good, Zhu Houzhao is not good and too heavy, but it is not good to reward him in the open, but he has to hold it up secretly.

'Welcoming the Holy Will' added officials to the knighthood, and the disobedient and disloyal family declined. This is an inevitable truth.

In the attendant room, Jin Gui asked Zhang Xuan to leave, Xie Pi is at most a first-class, not a top-level head, Jing Yang just came in, and he has only a year of experience.

Yang Shen also helped his father go.

Zhu Houzhao made a plan in his heart, and waited until the New Year to call Fan Yuchang into the attendant room.

Such a disposition, no matter what you say, is worthy of Wang Bing.

Lying down for too long, his body was sore, he lifted the blanket and walked to the door, and soon the sky was full of snowflakes.

"Ruixue is a good year, this is a sign of good luck."

Zhu Houzhao knew that Concubine Xian was comforting himself, he grabbed the pair of white and tender little hands, and said: "There is nothing auspicious or unlucky, auspicious, I want to be inauspicious in the world, and I want to be in the world if I am not auspicious." ”

In fact, he himself felt that driving away Yang Yiqing this time would have an impact on the relationship between the monarch and the minister.

In addition, as the prince grew up, Concubine Ning and Concubine Zhao in the past also had different thoughts, if he praised his son, the two of them would be happy, and if they criticized, they would also be uncomfortable.

This is the characteristic of women in this era, and it will not change because of any feelings and love, Zhu Houzhao can understand, but when talking to them, I can always feel that they are everywhere on the point of 'how the emperor views his son'.

Sometimes I can't help but feel bored.

As for Queen Xia, because she has no children, she has to take care of her all the time, and she can't control herself, so she will always worry a lot, and she will naturally become cautious in front of herself.

If one of the emotional partners starts to become scared, how can it not change after a long time?

In this position, sooner or later you will definitely become alone.

But as he thinks now, whether it is auspicious or unlucky, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he is alone, and he is not here to manage love and friendship.

Of course, in this increasingly cold trend, the virtuous concubine still does not change her original intention, quiet and gentle, like a spring pool, so she will be snooze here.

Soon, Zaiyao finished his day's study and was sent over by his subordinates.

Under the teaching of the virtuous concubine, Zaiyao knew the most etiquette, knelt down and kowtowed, and said: "The son sees his father." ”

"Come here, daddy, hug."

Zaiyao didn't know if he could or couldn't, so he looked at his mother,

Concubine Xian deliberately said with a cold face: "The father is the son, don't you understand? ”

Zhu Houzhao was distressed when he saw this situation, "The child is still young, so there is no need to be like this." ”

Concubine Xian lowered her head, admitting her mistake, and then pulled her sister to the side.

Zhu Houzhao hugged the child in his arms and looked at the snowy sky.

"Isn't my father upset?"

"Yes, there is a very caring minister who will never be seen again."

"Father doesn't cry."

Zhu Houzhao sniffed, he didn't actually cry, but he did have a sad face.

The next morning,

The emperor summoned Wang Wei, Yang Tinghe, and Wang Hua.

"How did you sleep last night?"

The three of them didn't understand the emperor's meaning, so they only listened to him continue: "Wang Bing's death was too sudden, I still can't figure out how a living person suddenly disappeared." I didn't close my eyes all night last night, and now, I suddenly feel that the world is impermanent and life is short. ”

"Your Majesty." Wang Wei said with a little worry: "People are born, old, sick and die, this is the cycle of heaven, and Your Majesty must not have the idea of being misanthropic." ”

"Misanthropy?" Zhu Houzhao turned his head, he chuckled, "Wang Ge Lao misunderstood, I don't have the idea of being world-weary, I just feel that since life is impermanent, time is like an arrow, then I can't waste it at will, I still want to do a lot of things, I always felt that I was young in the past, and it was too late, but now I think about it is not right, the flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches." The eleventh year of Zhengde is just around the corner, and some things can't be delayed any longer, even if the means are more intense. ”

Zhengde in history has only been sixteen years, and he originally felt that he was in good health, but witnessing a good person disappeared in just two months, which still had some impact.

In ancient times, medical conditions were not well developed, and a strange patient died.

Whether there is Zhengde or not, he can't say it himself, so he is pressed for time.

"The image of the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty has been completed, as long as the monarchs and ministers are united, there is no suspense in creating a prosperous world, and Your Majesty is not too anxious about such a situation."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head, "The matter of the industry, since the Ministry of Industry has been established, then it will be done." The key to this year is the Tianxia Qingtian Order, and I gave Zhang Cong three to five months to train personnel, so the official start time, about after the Great Dynasty Meeting, this matter ...... I said my ugly words first, which one doesn't open his eyes, don't blame me for being ruthless. You can spread these words, cooperate with Zhangtian, and pay a little tax at that time, but don't ruin your family. ”

The Emperor's words were full of meaning, which was unimaginable in the previous ten years.

"The cabinet will certainly convey this holy will to the hundred officials."

The communication will be conveyed, Zhu Houzhao believes, but there are still people who don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin. He was ready in his heart, except for those who had martyrs in his family who could be forgiven, he would definitely not listen to other people's pleas. The people who sacrifice for the country are different, and the court can't clean up people's sons and wives after the death of their sons for not a big crime.

"Let's talk about the funeral."

"Yes."

(End of chapter)