On the eighth day of the lunar month, the weather is cold and sunny.

The wind of the moon and the meaning of the spring have been in spring, and the time has been scattered by my neighbors. In the grass smoke desert firewood gate, there are many cattle tracks on the wild waterfront. The only thing that is necessary for many diseases is medicine, and the poor department is not moved is an idler. Today, the Buddha porridge feeds each other, and the Jiangcun festival is new.

In the previous poet Lu You's "Walking to the West Village on December 8th", it is described in this way.

In the morning, I drank the porridge of the temple house, my stomach was not hungry, my mood gradually improved, and I felt that the grass and trees in the small village by the river were gradually sprouting, and there was some scene of the new year.

In today's Great Song Dynasty, such a scene is also a beautiful scenery of today's Great Song Dynasty.

Every year on the eighth day of the lunar month, according to customs, temples around the country will open their temples and select small ingredients such as "walnuts, pine nuts, persimmon chestnuts", cook them into "Laba porridge", and give them to the donor's house.

In previous years, the so-called benefactors would naturally not be ordinary people, but high-ranking officials and nobles.

But since the Great Xiangguo Temple has been cleaned up, the current Great Xiangguo Temple has been taken over by the imperial court, and the monks in the temple are all true monks who have undergone strict assessment, and the donors who are presented to the donor's house are naturally no longer just high-ranking officials and nobles, but everyone who passes by the temple gate on this day.

Early in the morning, on a rare day of rest in the imperial court, Zhao Jun left the palace with Ye Yin, Qing'er, Zhang Yuyan and his good eldest son Zhao Jian.

A family of five leisurely mixed in the crowd to spend this Laba Festival.

Of course, there will also be a festival in the palace today, but several wives and concubines all said that the festival in the palace was boring, so Zhao Jun brought them all out, and by the way, he brought his five-year-old son with him.

The family wore ordinary rich clothes, just like the old man who came out for the festival and took his concubine and son out on the street, walked from the West Temple to the East Market and then walked to the Daxiangguo Temple, mixed in the crowd and received a bowl of Laba porridge in the Daxiangguo Temple.

Eating hot laba porridge, Ye Yin said with a smile: "What's the point of staying in the palace all day, I'm tired of it, look at how interesting it is now, isn't this more interesting than staying in the palace and accepting this and that festival?" ”

Qing'er on the side put down the porcelain bowl in her hand when she heard this, and said with a smile: "My sister is the master of the harem, and my sisters will inevitably go to congratulate my sister on this holiday, which is also inevitable." ”

Ye Yin pursed her lips, drank the laba porridge in her bowl in one gulp, waved her hand and said:

"Every time I celebrate the festival, I have to sit there in the morning, waiting for them to come one by one to celebrate the festival, my face is stiff.

I wish they hadn't come and I could be clean.

It's all to blame for this dead ghost, last time he said to choose a concubine for him, that good guy actually chose all the three palaces and six courtyards at once, I still haven't recognized the concubines he selected last time, you don't believe it, just watch, this dead ghost will die on the belly of those women sooner or later! ”

Listening to Ye Yin's words, all the women immediately covered their mouths and laughed, but they didn't dare to comment.

Ye Yin is the original queen, and he said that His Majesty will not care about her, even if it is spread to foreign people, it only cares about the flirting between two couples.

But to put it bluntly, they are just concubines, if they say this or take this stubble, it will be a crime of disrespect, and even kill their heads if it is serious, and they can't afford the consequences.

And Zhao Jun was drinking porridge, but when he heard his wife say this, his face suddenly darkened, and he didn't have a good breath:

"That concubine was not chosen by me, wasn't it all you and the queen mother? Why is it that I am to blame now? ”

"Did you stamp the final list?"

Ye Yin asked.

"I built it, but didn't you bring up the list? I thought it was a list that you had already selected, so I covered it without even looking at it, who knew that it was actually the list you asked me to pick. ”

"Hehe, excuses! If you want to say it directly in the three palaces and six courts, I can't control you anyway, so why does Your Majesty have to pretend to be innocent here? ”

"Me"

Zhao Jun was blocked by his daughter-in-law and didn't know what to say, can you blame me for being careless for that moment?

Don't say it's you, I haven't recognized all of them until now!

Do you know how big the sign I see every night?

If I had known that it was for me to pick, not a confirmed list, I wouldn't have stamped it without even reading it out of trust in you!

How is it all my fault now?

Wrong! I'm Zhao Jun's wrong!

About the conversation between his parents and a few aunts, Zhao Jian, who is only five years old now, still doesn't understand it, and he doesn't want to understand it, he just feels that he is so happy today, not only can he go out of the palace to play, but he also eats a lot of delicious food along the way, if only he would be like this every day in the future.

While thinking, Zhao Jian took a big bite of his laba porridge with a spoon.

Fragrant! It smells so good! It's delicious!

As a result, just when he was eating, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and the next moment he still had half a bowl of laba porridge was taken straight away by the big hand, and his father's voice sounded in his ears at this time:

"What to eat, you know what to eat every day, you see how fat you are?

You are five years old, and you know how to eat, drink and have fun all day long like a child who has not grown up, how can I trust such a big family business to you in the future?

When others are like you, they can already make their own money to support themselves, look at you again! Shame on me!

You are not allowed to eat, and you are not allowed to sleep if you don't copy the surname ten times after you go back today! ”

After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he directly ate the remaining half bowl of laba porridge along with his own grievances, and then put the empty bowl back in front of Hao Da'er.

Zhao Jian looked at the empty bowl in front of him with a pair of big black eyes, raised his head and saw the scene opposite where he was the same age as himself and was eating Laba porridge with a runny nose, and his father was afraid that he would not have enough to eat, and poured the Laba porridge in his bowl to him, and then looked up at his father, who seemed to be still smashing the mouth and tasting the aftertaste, and the grievances came to his heart, and he cried loudly!

"Woooooooooo Wow woo woo woo! Wow woo woo! My porridge

Woooooooooooo My porridge woo woo"

Zhao Jian's cry suddenly alarmed the people around him, and they all looked at it curiously, and the person who saw the scene just now hurriedly depicted Zhao Jun's snatching of his son's porridge just now, and after a while, everyone around looked at Zhao Jun with contempt.

is such a big person, and he actually robbed his son of Laba porridge to drink, it's really not a thing!

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Zhao Jun, who has always been cheeky, also blushed, and hurriedly lowered his head for fear of being recognized, Ye Yin also hurriedly hugged his crying son back into his arms and comforted him, while complaining about Zhao Jun, the family hurriedly hid their faces and ran out of the crowd.

The people here didn't know that what they were talking about just now was their beloved Emperor Xingwu, and if they knew, they might be shocked.

At the gate of the palace at night, under the reflection of the setting sun, Ye Yin's voice of Zhao Jun was still looming.

"You actually snatched your son's porridge to eat, you stinky and shameless"

(End of chapter)