"Master Hou, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent an invitation."

"Let it go!"

In the Houhou Mansion, Zheng Xiong is raising some flowers and plants in the mansion.

The cold winter has passed, and spring is the season of competition for all things.

In this big marquis's mansion, you can only rely on raising flowers and grass to pass the time.

Putting down the hoe, Zheng Xiong casually picked up the invitation card on the table and watched the contents.

"On February 27 of the sixth year, the crown princess gave birth to a son Xiongying, and on March 27, the prince's mansion of the East Palace feasted guests, and invited the doctor Zheng Xiong to come."

After reading the invitation, although Zheng Xiong had been prepared, he still had a strange feeling.

Zhu Xiongying, who was originally born in seven years, was born ahead of schedule, and his name is still this name, and his gender is still male.

The butterfly wings inadvertently instigated Zhu Biao, and there was a change, but it didn't seem to have changed.

It is impossible to tell whether this is considered to have changed history, or whether history has a powerful ability to correct events that have gone off the rails.

I don't know if Zhu Xiongying will be free after the age of eight, or live to be nine years old, or change completely and grow up safely.

In short, this news made Zheng Xiong quite worried, and he wanted to quickly pass the ten years, and after witnessing it with his own eyes, he would see if history would change.

This kind of change makes Zheng Xiong not know whether everything he does is meaningful.

After sitting for a long time, Zheng Xiong came to his senses.

Looking at the time, there are still ten days before Zhu Xiongying's full moon wine, so he is not in a hurry, so he continues to do his work.

Whether it makes sense or not, at least I, a figure who does not exist in history, really appears here.

The days are too tiring, it is enough to take care of yourself.

Ten days are fleeting.

The prince's mansion was full of guests, and hundreds of officials congratulated.

Zhu Biao's brothers, such as Zhu Laoer, Zhu Laosan, and Zhu Laosi, who had never met, also appeared in the Prince's Mansion.

Lao Zhu appeared in the finale, with a happy face.

The grandson of the Ming Emperor, whether it is the eldest or the longest, or the background.

Zhu Xiongying is the undisputed first, and he is the most orthodox legal heir of the Ming Dynasty.

In terms of backstage, there are people from the entire Huaixi faction as the backing.

It can be said that even if Zhu Biao dies early, as long as Zhu Xiongying's life is long enough, then Lan Yu's group of people will not die.

Even if Zhu Xiongying cuts the feudal domain like Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Laosi can only bear it, and there will be no Yongle era name in the future.

The only orthodoxy, unquestionable.

Lao Zhu hugged Zhu Xiongying, followed by Zhu Biao, who couldn't intervene, and was surrounded by old brothers who followed Lao Zhu to fight the world.

Xu Da, Li Shanchang and other dukes and earls were impressively listed.

Zheng Xiong was fortunate to occupy a place with the title of medical marquis, only to see him hiding in a corner, looking at Lao Zhu's position with a smirk.

"Look at it, this is our good grandson, these eyes don't look like us."

"Like, it's just like when you were a kid."

Zhu Biao completely became a foil at this time, and those who didn't know thought that Lao Zhu himself liked his noble son and showed off to everyone.

In fact, even Lao Zhu's own son may not be so happy.

There are more and more sons and daughters, and the feeling of being a father has long been gone, and the birth of the eldest grandson is still more feeling.

"Indeed, when you say this, it's true, such clear eyes are not far from when we were children."

It seems that Zhu Biao was born, and you said the same.

This doesn't matter, the child's eyes are clear and he hates normal, you forget it.

"God bless me Daming, the emperor's eldest grandson was born, my Daming country is more stable, the ministers congratulate Daming, congratulate Your Majesty, and congratulate His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Haha, rejoicing."

"Your Majesty, Wu Bozong has a poem to dedicate."

"Xuan."

A group of bigwigs around Lao Zhu, Zheng Xiong is now also an existence that Wu Bozong needs to look up to, to this day, Wu Bozong does not dare to make a mistake at all, and after the mountain calls long live, he stands quietly on the side.

"I heard that you have a poem to offer, what kind of poem, come and listen to it."

"Yes."

"Penglai is full of morning glow, and all countries and mountains and rivers support the emperor's family. The golden palace swallows the sea and the sun, and the jade tower reflects the Chicheng Xia. The giant ao sits on the Danque, and the dancing phoenix flutters and flutters in the wings. Thinking of the Supreme Patrol Place, the six dragons drive the five cloud cars. ”

Zheng Xiong was speechless when he listened, it was another sycophant poem, you are the champion! Is it necessary to shoot like this!

Others don't know, Lao Zhu is very happy to listen to it, and on the day of great joy, no matter what the poem is, it is comfortable to listen to anyway.

However, Lao Zhu was not very satisfied with this, and looked around left and right, but he was eyeing Zheng Xiong.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, although Zheng Xiong's poems are sometimes not very tonal, but if they are serious, there are few in the entire court that can compare.

Tang poems, Song songs, and Yuan songs, what the Ming Dynasty can call out, is it.

Poetry was a weak item throughout the Ming Dynasty.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the attainments of poetry were quite high, but as the name suggests, poetry and poetry are articles that exist in the form of poetry.

At the moment, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zheng Xiong is the most beautiful boy.

The others followed Lao Zhu's gaze, and Zheng Xiong's smiling face came into view.

This move made Zheng Xiong's face stiffen unconsciously.

Quietly looking behind him, there was no one and there was no way to avoid it, Zheng Xiong could only look at each other silently.

Although Lao Zhu didn't say it clearly, the meaning was already obvious, Zheng Xiong was dumb, and the others hurriedly said to Zheng Xiong.

"The poetry of the doctor is a must today, and now that the grandson is born, I wonder if I can be lucky enough to listen to one?"

Zheng Xiong looked at the person who asked him, he was familiar, but he didn't know his name.

"Well, Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister did not prepare."

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't help it, there are really not many poems about the full moon of children.

Copy a few other poems temporarily, that's definitely no problem, but now it's a little difficult to do, and it's easy to smash the signboard if you don't copy it well.

The words of refusal, Lao Zhu's face was not good-looking on the spot, this is not taking himself seriously! It's been a few days since the invitation was sent, and I can think of two songs no matter how I think about it.

Now there is none, what does it mean?

Lao Zhu's expression changed, and Zhu Biao saw it clearly.

The eldest son Zheng Xiong has taken a lot of credit, but he can't be angry because of this.

"Father, composing poems is just to add atmosphere, and it's okay if you don't have it."

Indeed, you can't get angry on a big day, and with Zhu Biao's persuasion, Lao Zhu's face is a little better.

Write it down in a small notebook first, and then look for trouble later.

didn't wait for Lao Zhu to speak, and there were people who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

A marquis beside Xu Da jumped out on the spot.

"The doctor is quick-witted, on a whim in Yanmen, he once made a poem "One Life, One Couple", and it is also a seven-step poem in Beijing, each of which is a masterpiece, how about making a poem?"

This person is not a good person, Zheng Xiong kept this person in his heart.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on themselves again, they drove ducks to the shelves, and now they have to do it if they don't do it, and they have to copy it if they don't copy it.

"That minister is ugly, he may not be able to do it in accordance with the situation, and please bear with Your Majesty and all your lords."

"Please."

The brain is running frantically, searching for the poems I have seen in the memory bank, removing the Tang and Song dynasties, and they are basically gone.

The hard work paid off, and in the end, I finally found a poem that was okay, but it didn't fit the occasion.

I can't care so much at the moment, Zheng Xiong paced slightly, walked symbolically twice, and said.

"The love between parents and fathers in the world is the truest, and tears and blood dissolve into their children. Strive to be a son in the end, pity the hearts of parents all over the world! ”

Cixi's parents' poems are not very appropriate, but they have profound meanings.

No matter how critical people are, they can't help but be silent.

Lao Zhu, who is a grandfather, has a lot of feelings.

(End of chapter)