Emperor Jiajing was having fun with Zhu Yijun in his arms, and when he heard the eunuch's words, he turned around and asked, "Where did the happy event come from?" ”

The eunuch said: "Congratulations to the emperor, King Jing's concubine has given birth to a grandson." ”

Emperor Jiajing asked, "When did it happen?" ”

The eunuch replied, "It's three o'clock today." ”

Emperor Jiajing said in a deep voice: "Why did you report it now?" ”

"The imperial doctor said that the emperor's grandson was born prematurely, his body was weak, and he may ...... Probably ......"

The eunuch was afraid of violating Emperor Jiajing's taboo, so he was stunned and didn't say the word "premature death".

Jiajing didn't say anything: "I know, according to the ancestral system, you can reward how you want." ”

"Stand down."

Compared with when Zhu Yijun was born, Emperor Jiajing reacted indifferently and did not have any special feelings for this premature imperial grandson. This is not surprising, he is a person with indifferent family affection, the only exception is the little guy in his arms.

Zhu Yijun couldn't understand what the eunuch was saying, so he tilted his head and thought: "Emperor grandson! ”

He straightened his chest again and said proudly: "I am the emperor's grandson." ”

Emperor Jiajing laughed: "That's right, you are my eldest grandson." ”

Zhu Yijun patted his chest again: "I'm still a little son." ”

Emperor Jiajing looked at him and failed to comprehend the deep meaning of this "little prince" for the first time.

Zhu Yijun pointed to the orchard not far away and shouted: "Little Emperor Sun, persimmon Ruyi!" ”

"Hahahaha!" Emperor Jiajing rubbed his head and liked it very much.

Coming down from the Guande Palace, Zhu Yijun clamored to see the small animals. That is, those white cranes and elk raised at the bottom of the mountain.

Emperor Jiajing sat down to rest and drink tea, and asked the eunuch to take him there.

Children of this age mostly like to be close to nature and small animals, and the little guy will point to the front and babble and shout, "Deer...... Deer ......"

Emperor Jiajing was not there, and Feng Bao could also get closer to Zhu Yijun. Corrected him with a smile: "This is an elk, also known as four dislikes." ”

The little one followed him and learned: "No, not like." ”

The eunuch who was in charge of raising these animals brought the fodder, Zhu Yijun held it in his hand, and immediately attracted a small deer to run over, and he lowered his head and feasted on his hand.

Zhu Yijun looked at him intently, thinking about a question very seriously. Looking at it, he couldn't help but put it into practice. Bow your head, bend over, and open your mouth wide......

The eyes are fast, and he grabbed his little hand: "This is for the fawn." ”

Zhu Yijun said: "I'll taste it." ”

Feng Bao took the forage and put it under his nose: "You can smell it." ”

The little guy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and savored it: "The taste of green vegetables." ”

He pushed Feng Bao's hand away: "Let's give it to the deer." ”

Feng Bao asked, "Why?" ”

The little guy said seriously: "I don't like to eat vegetables. ”

Hearing this, the deer was relieved, lowered his head and continued to cook.

Who would have thought, and then Zhu Yijun said again: "I want to taste the taste of the deer." ”

“……”

The half-grown elk seemed to understand, and the forage did not bother to eat, so it spread its hooves and turned around and ran.

A group of eunuchs next to him held back their laughter, this little emperor and grandson were really amused, and they wanted to taste everything.

Feng Baoxin said: Tasting anything will only make you nutritionally balanced.

After feeding the elk, Zhu Yijun took Feng Bao's hand and came to the lake. There are many red-crowned cranes and swans. They ate aquatic plants and small fish and shrimp, and Zhu Yijun couldn't feed them, so he could only stand on the shore and watch.

Suddenly, a crane shook its wings, jumped out of the water, pushed away the stratus clouds, soared into the sky, and soared in the clear blue sky.

Zhu Yijun raised his head, half-squinted, and followed the trajectory of the crane's flight. Looking at this beautiful scenery of blue sky, white clouds, and flying cranes, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful." ”

The others waited from a distance, only Feng Bao squatted behind him, holding his waist with one hand, and said with a smile: "Little master, what else can you say besides being good-looking?" ”

Zhu Yijun shook his head: "I don't know." ”

He memorized a lot of "Tao Te Ching", but he only stayed at the stage of proficient recitation, and he couldn't apply it flexibly if he didn't understand it, let alone poetry.

Feng Bao said: "Then I'll teach you to memorize a poem, okay?" ”

"Poetry?"

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. ”

This is Liu Yuxi's "Two Autumn Words - One of Them" in the Tang Dynasty, and the magnificent scene of "a crane in the clouds" described in the poem in autumn coincides with the scenery in front of you.

Zhu Yijun has a very good memory, and he can memorize it after listening to it once.

Feng Bao pointed to the crane in the sky and told him: "Just now, the picture of him flying to the sky is called a crane in the clear sky. ”

The little guy nodded thoughtfully, and his clear eyes reflected the blue sky and white clouds, making them even clearer.

After watching the cranes and swans, Zhu Yijun pointed to the back of the tree and exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, the deer is here." ”

The elk poked its head out from behind the tree, and a pair of huge antlers stood out.

Zhu Yijun beckoned, and the deer jumped up and ran towards him, as if he had forgotten what had just happened.

Zhu Yijun looked back at Feng Bao: "I want to touch it." ”

Feng Bao looked at the elk and laughed dryly: "Don't touch it." ”

"Hmm~~" Zhu Yijun pouted, "Touch, just touch it." ”

"Forehead ......"

"Touch it."

The elk stepped on small broken steps, tapping and tapping around them, and it looked like playing with Zhu Yijun, the little guy.

Feng Bao couldn't resist this little master, so he could only pick him up: "Just a moment." ”

"Good!"

As soon as Zhu Yijun made a move, the elk seemed to know that the little guy was going to touch it, so he consciously lowered his head and sent the antlers to him.

Zhu Yijun touched his antlers and said with emotion: "It's so cute." ”

Feng Bao thought to himself: Not as cute as you.

After touching the antlers, Zhu Yijun immediately withdrew his hand: "It's done." ”

They agreed to touch it only once, and they really only touched it. Such a sensible and obedient baby can move Feng Bao badly.

The little guy turned to look at his new friend: "Little deer, you go back with me." ”

"Go back?"

Zhu Yijun nodded: "Keep it in the yard." ”

"......," Feng Bao discussed with him, "perhaps...... It prefers to stay in the woods. ”

"Alright," the little guy waved at the fawn, "I'm going to find Grandpa." ”

When he went back, the little guy heard that Chongyang was going to insert dogwood, so he picked a handful along the way, and when he returned to the yard, he sent them one by one. The eunuchs who serve him have a share in everyone.

Wang An asked him, "Where did the little master go to play today?" ”

Zhu Yijun took a white pear from the basket and handed it to him: "Pick the fruit." ”

Wang An touched the pear and sniffed it in front of his nose: "What the little master gave is incense." ”

Turning around, Zhu Yijun stuffed a white pear and a persimmon into Chen Ju's hand again: "You also eat fruits." ”

Wang An asked, "Why does he have two?" ”

Zhu Yijun said: "He is big, you are small." ”

Eat more big ones, no problem.

Chen Ju asked him again: "Where else did you go besides picking fruits?" ”

Zhu Yijun took a hawthorn himself, and tried his best to break it open and pick out the hawthorn core inside: "Climb high, look far, and watch the archery." ”

Chen Ju was puzzled: "Archery? ”

Feng Bao explained to him: "Guande Palace." ”

The little one said, "Hey the fawn." He gestured, "The head is so big!" ”

Feng Bao reminded him: "That's the antlers." ”

"And the crane, fly," the little guy's eyes were bright, as if he had seen the blue sky, white clouds, and cranes again: "The big companion said, this clear sky is lined with cranes on the clouds." ”

It's amazing that a child who is less than two years old can learn and use it alive.

Chen Ju looked at Feng Bao, who stood there calmly: "I taught it." ”

"Big companion," Zhu Yijun called him, Feng Bao lowered his head, the little guy tugged at his robe, and Feng Bao leaned down like a stream. Something came to the mouth, it was a hawthorn that had gone to the core, and it was □□ out of shape. The little guy insisted on stuffing it into his mouth, "You eat." ”

The little master rewarded it, and he didn't dare not eat it. Feng Bao opened his mouth and ate the hawthorn that had been broken into his mouth, so sour that his teeth were about to fall.

Chen Ju squatted in front of Zhu Yijun: "Then I will also teach the little master to memorize a poem, okay?" ”

"Okay."

There are many poems written about autumn, but as Liu Yuxi said in "Two Autumn Songs": Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and most of these poems are related to parting sorrow and frustration in life. It's not easy to find a tone that isn't so sad.

Chen Ju glanced at Feng Bao and said, "Yongting (Feng Baozi) chose Liu Mengde, and I also have one here." ”

"The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail in the silver plate. ”

Zhu Yijun took another winter jujube and handed it to Wang An's mouth, the latter opened his mouth to take it, but the little guy locked his hand back and stuffed it into Chen Ju's mouth next to him: "You eat." ”

Then he memorized this song "Looking at Dongting", but the autumn colors of Dongting, lakes and landscapes are distant and empty to him, not as intuitive as "a crane in a clear sky and a row on the clouds", he doesn't understand, but he can remember it two more times.

Wang An next to him listened to it and also wanted to join in the fun: "I also think of a poem to write an autumn poem." ”

Zhu Yijun stretched his waist and approached Feng Bao's arms: "Big companion, I'm sleepy." ”

Wang An: "......"

I went to Banzai Mountain to play all day, and it was strange not to be sleepy.

Since then, whether it is in the Taiye Pool or the Imperial Garden, as long as they accompany Zhu Yijun to play outside, they will often use local materials and teach him to recite some poems that are appropriate to the situation.

On this day, Feng Bao accompanied Zhu Yijun to play in the Imperial Garden. In late autumn, the leaves on the ginkgo tree are already yellow, and under the sunlight, the autumn breeze caresses, and the "small fan" that falls on the branches falls down, like a dream.

Zhu Yijun had never seen such a beautiful scenery, and was as happy as a little rabbit, jumping up and running under the ginkgo tree in circles.

He wore a moon-white robe today, with a dragon cloud pattern embroidery on his chest, and a faint golden light in the sun, and from a distance, the little guy seemed to be shrouded in a pale golden halo.

At this time, several people (palace maids) hurried by, and when they saw the small group in the sun, they couldn't help but slow down their pace and looked sideways.

Everyone knows that there is a little emperor grandson living in the palace, who is extremely favored, but he is raised by the emperor's side, and the people in the harem generally can't see him. I only occasionally met in the Imperial Garden, and I was able to take a look at it from afar.

Zhu Yijun also turned his head to look at them, there were no people in Yuxi Palace, he was surrounded by eunuchs, and he had hardly seen women for more than half a year.

The little guy stood in place, still holding a ginkgo biloba leaf in his hand, watching the people walk away, thoughtfully.

Feng Bao walked over, squatted down and tidied up his hair: "What is the little master thinking?" ”

The little guy turned his head and ran: "I'm going to find Grandpa Huang." ”

“？？？”

Feng Bao was inexplicable, what was going on, he had a good time, why did he suddenly go to the emperor?

He caught up in three or two steps: "Little master, little master...... Your Highness! ”

Feng Bao squatted in front of Zhu Yijun and held his shoulders with both hands: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhu Yijun's mouth pursed, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and he was very aggrieved when he spoke: "Mother...... I want a mother. ”

Feng Bao hugged him into his arms and patted him on the back, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

A child less than two years old, who has been away from his parents for more than half a year, suddenly sees a woman of the same age, and thinks of his mother, which is a normal thing.

Zhu Yijun suddenly broke free of his hand and continued to run forward: "I'm going to find Grandpa Huang." ”

"I want my mother."

As he spoke, the little guy became more and more aggrieved, and his tears couldn't stop falling.

Emperor Jiajing did not wait to see King Yu, and he had to not meet him, which is a well-known thing.

Now because he loves the emperor and grandson, his attitude towards King Yu has also changed slightly, and he began to let him participate in some sacrificial activities.

Zhu Yijun ran to make such a fuss, with Emperor Jiajing's moody personality, it was good to beat King Yu back to his original form, if the favor of the little emperor and grandson was not as good as before, it would really be worth the loss.

But the little guy was so emotional now that he couldn't listen to anything, he just grabbed Feng Bao's hand and walked in the direction of Yuxi Palace. I want to beg the emperor's grandfather wholeheartedly to let him see his mother.

Feng Bao didn't dare to do anything with him, so he could only slowly coax him and divert his attention: "The little master misses Princess Yu, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Does the little master remember what Princess Yu looks like?"

"Yes." He was still too young when he entered the palace, and he was actually a little vague about the appearance of King Yu and Princess Yu. Zhu Yijun reminisced and involuntarily slowed down.

"My mother is very good-looking, with big eyes, a nose, and a mouth." He touched the side of his head again, "There are flowers here, shiny, so long, dangling, shaking." ”

Feng Bao heard it, this was a delicate step shake. It is probably the deepest impression of the little guy on his mother. Every time the princess bowed her head and coaxed him, the step would shake in front of his eyes.

It is also strange to say that it was Zhu Yijun who dragged Feng Bao's hand and walked forward, from the Imperial Garden to the Yuxi Palace, he had to turn a few corners in the middle, and passed by several palaces, and he didn't make a mistake in the fork.

In the main hall of Yuxi Palace, Yan Song was discussing with Emperor Jiajing. Wu Pengzhishi, the secretary of the ministry, returned to his hometown, and the imperial court needed to nominate a successor.

Over the years, the Yan family and his son have been controlling the selection and promotion of officials in the DPRK and China.

Regardless of the rank or size, there is a price, and it does not depend on the official's professional ability or moral character, everything is subject to their bid.

For a smaller official position, it is good to say that Yan Song, the head of the cabinet, can be appointed by himself, and when it comes to senior officials such as the Six Ministers, it needs to be recommended by the court, that is, the ministers of the court and the central government, and the emperor personally approves the appointment.

But this is not difficult for Yan Ge Lao, he has his own way.

Among the lists presented to Emperor Jiajing, the one ranked first and had the most beautiful resume was named Ouyang Bijin.

When Emperor Jiajing saw this name, he was furious and threw the list to the ground.

Yan Song was so shocked that he knelt on the ground with a "plop" of old bones, and he really couldn't figure out why the emperor was so angry.

Ouyang Bijin is also an old acquaintance of Emperor Jiajing, he has served as the secretary of the Criminal Department and the Ministry of Industry, and was praised by Emperor Jiajing as "a prudent old man" because of his strict rectification of law and discipline and honesty.

It is also strange to say that Yan Song recommended a good official, but Emperor Jiajing did not buy his account.

The conscience of heaven and earth, this time he sought an official position for Ouyang Bijin, but Yan Song did not take a penny, and it was even very likely that people would not buy his account, but he still instructed his cronies to nominate this person.

The reason is very simple, this Lord Ouyang is his wife's younger brother and his brother-in-law.

Emperor Jiajing is jealous, the more upright and upright people are, the more they will inadvertently anger him because of a casual words and deeds. Ouyang Bijin was exactly like this, and Emperor Jiajing later hated this person very much.

At this time, Yan Song still dared to recommend him to be the secretary of the ministry, and he was simply looking for death.

Emperor Jiajing stood up and looked at Yan Song condescendingly with a gloomy face: "Elder Yan Ge, you are forming a party for personal gain." ”

“……”

Yan Song, who was already over eighty years old, reacted a little slowly, and before he could react to why the emperor was so angry, Emperor Jiajing decided on this matter.

Yan Song hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Majesty ......"

Emperor Jiajing didn't listen to what he said, and walked away.

Yan Song withdrew from Yuxi Palace, sat on his shoulders in a panic, and went to the Wuyi Palace.

At this moment, a young boy walked in the distance, followed by a eunuch.

The two of them walked and stopped, and finally stopped not far away.

That childish boy was Zhu Yijun, the son of King Yu, and he glanced at the palace gate of Yuxi Palace: "Big companion, you say, does the imperial grandfather love me the most." ”

Feng Bao followed him and said, "Of course, the emperor loves the little master the most,"

The little guy flashed his big eyes: "Really? ”

"Really."

The little guy said, "Then I'll go to see Grandpa Huang now, and he will definitely agree to my request." ”

“……”

Feng Bao didn't dare to give him this guarantee.

At this time, Yan Song's shoulder Yu passed by them, and he happened to hear their conversation.

He didn't know why Zhu Yijun had asked the emperor for something, a two-year-old child was nothing more than eating and playing.

But the scene he saw just now inspired him. For the sake of his wife, he will definitely find a way to get the emperor to agree to his request.

Feng Bao picked up Zhu Yijun and whispered in his ear: "You see, there are many eunuchs standing outside, presumably the emperor is discussing with the courtiers, and the little master is going in now, I'm afraid it will disturb the emperor." ”

Zhu Yijun glanced back at the palace gate, and took the initiative to say, "Then let's go back." ”

They went around to the side, entered the Yuxi Palace through the side door, and returned to Zhu Yijun's own dormitory. Along the way, the little guy kept leaning on Feng Bao's shoulder, sullen.

After going back, Feng Bao called Wang An to play football with him, playing Kong Ming locks, nine consecutive rings, tangrams, and origami to make him happy. After a while, he left the matter of wanting to see his mother behind.

At night, Zhu Yijun finished drinking milk, washed up, changed into bedclothes and prepared for bed. After closing his eyes, he opened them again after a while, and reached out to pull Feng Bao's sleeve: "Big companion, I seem to have forgotten something." ”

Feng Bao stuffed his hand back into the quilt: "The little master has such a good memory, how can he forget things?" ”

Zhu Yijun said: "I want my mother." ”

Late at night, Feng Bao stroked his hair, and his voice was soft: "It's almost the end of the year, the previous dynasty was busy, and the emperor had to deal with many, many things. ”

On weekdays, Emperor Jiajing summoned Zhu Yijun to accompany him, and occasionally he had to read the recitals, or when a courtier came to see him, he would tell him to be quiet and never disturb the emperor's grandfather.

He has always been well-behaved and sensible, always either playing by himself, or staying quietly by the emperor's grandfather, not noisy or noisy.

Hearing Feng Bao say this, the little guy took the initiative to say, "Don't disturb the imperial grandfather." ”

He was so well-behaved, half of his face was hidden in the quilt, revealing only a pair of big moist eyes, and when he stared at people, his heart turned into a puddle of water.

Zhu Yijun asked again: "Then when can I see my mother?" ”

Feng Bao thought for a while and said, "More than two months will be the birthday of the little master, maybe I can see it at that time." ”

"That'...... What if you can't see it? ”

Feng Bao smiled: "After the birthday, there are a few days before the New Year, or you can see it." ”

"Okay," the little guy yawned and closed his eyes, "I can't see it, I'll go and ask the emperor grandfather again." ”

After saying that, he slept peacefully.

After another half a month, Emperor Jiajing suddenly received a secret letter from Yan Song, the content of which was still about the promotion of Ouyang Bijin as the secretary of the ministry: "Ouyang Bijin is really a close relative of the minister, if he can see that he can be reused by the court and grasp the authority of the state." In this way, the minister will be able to get some comfort when he returns to his hometown in the future. ”

When Emperor Jiajing saw this secret letter, he was so angry that he dropped the teacup on the spot and almost didn't lift the table.

What he hated most in his life was that the ministers used him, threatened him, and held great power, so he dared to think of being above the imperial power, and he didn't look at who gave them the power in their hands.

Yan Song, this old thing, the emperor gave him twenty years of grace, and he lived to be more than eighty years old, but he was old and confused, pampered and arrogant, and he dared to play this kind of secret music.

Yan Song didn't just dare, he really did it. The secret letter was lying on the floor tiles of the dormitory.

Emperor Jiajing stared at the secret letter and quickly calmed down. Yan Song's words have all come to this, because of his affection as the head of the cabinet, Emperor Jiajing can only promise him, and let Ouyang Bi come in as the secretary of the ministry for the time being.

He called Huang Jin: "Go, send someone to keep an eye on Yan Song, and report at any time." ”

Huang Jin was the eunuch of the ceremonial supervisor Bingbi, and the commander of the Dongchang would monitor the officials, literati and celebrities in the capital, and according to the information obtained from the surveillance, suspicious people with low social status were directly arrested and interrogated. The high social status was reported to the emperor, and it was approved and arrested.

Emperor Jiajing didn't let Dongchang arrest Yan Song, just to inquire about what their family had □□ recently.