It is not surprising that Zhu Wanqing is afraid that her daughter will suffer, in this man's era, women are inherently weak.

She's just such a daughter.

She wants to let her daughter experience the beauty she experienced as a child, and as a mother, she is afraid that her daughter will suffer a loss and loves her daughter, which is not wrong.

However, it caused such a situation, but Zhu Wanqing never thought that if she could do it again, she would rather her daughter be stupid, or even a little wooden.

It doesn't matter if you are married, you have a son-in-law, you have a home of your own, a husband, and children...... Life is fulfilling.

Her daughter is very much like her, as smart as her, and as spoiled as she is...... But not as good as her.

She has a childhood sweetheart, and this childhood sweetheart was taught by Uncle Li since childhood, with good character, strong ability, family care, and single-mindedness......

But what about the daughter?

Emotional things are hard to find, where can I find such a person for my daughter? Besides, I have to like my daughter......

Zhu Wanqing was extremely remorseful and blamed herself.

If she is strictly disciplined from an early age, her daughter marries honestly, or recruits a son-in-law, she may not be unhappy.

However, she grew up in doting, and she had a reference and comparison, her natural eyes were higher than the top, and she was unwilling to settle for the rest of her life.

"Xue'er, my mother is bragging, in fact, your father has a bunch of stinky problems." Zhu Wanqing said seriously: I'm sorry Brother Hong, it's all for my daughter.

"Ah, yes, yes, I can testify." Li Qing sneered.

Zhu Wanqing said: "He has a lot of fun outside, which trip doesn't go out to prostitute himself?" Men are all bird-like ......"

"Ah, yes...... Well? Li Qing frowned, and then insisted on praising him, "Ah, yes, yes, yes." ”

Li Xue'er: "Really? I don't believe it! ”

Zhu Wanqing was stunned, and Li Qing was also silent.

…

Sure enough, people don't fix the chirp......

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, don't be horses and cattle for your children and grandchildren...... Li Qing thought to himself.

~

Take money and don't do things, don't take money...... is quite reliable, this is Li Qing!

The Northern Emperor's Mausoleum, at the foot of Su Mountain, Wan Niang's Tomb.

Li Qing unfolded the underground palace structure map given to him by Zhu Jianshen, one person and one hoe, looking at Maoling from afar.

'It's a big project......! ’

Rao is more than 100 years of true qi, Li Qing can't help but dry his throat, and then, he will start a dark life for half a year, or even longer.

However, if you say it, you will spill the water.

Li Qing didn't want to break his word, and he didn't want to.

Spat into the palm of his hand, Li Qing picked up the hoe and went down the mountain, ready to eat a good meal first, treat yourself.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, autumn is high and cool.

Li Qing, who was full of wine and food, wandered around the street, adding some convenient things by the way......

Buy shovels in the east market, shovels in the west market, pickaxes in the south market, and baskets in the north market...... As soon as I got through, it was almost evening.

"Rest for one more night, tomorrow will begin."

Li Qing muttered to himself, bought some wine and meat at the delicatessen, and went back to Lianjiatun'er.

I didn't come back for more than half a year, and a lot of weeds grew in the small yard, and the tables and chairs were all dusty, and my hands were all over.

Li Qing, who has never been exquisite, is a little sad in his heart at the moment, if that guy is still there, it will never be like this.

The bright moon hangs high, and Li Qing invites the full moon to drink together......

Wake up again, the sun is on three poles.

Li Qing washed up, put the guys together, and was about to take them out when there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"Is it you, sir, me, Xiaoyun!"

Hearing that it was Wang Shouren, Li Qing's expression softened, and he stepped forward to open the door, "How do you know that I'm back?" ”

Wang Shouren came in with a smile and said, "Mr. once said that it will only be more than half a year to go to Jiaozhi, or even shorter, and the days are almost the same, so I paid more attention to this period of time, and I was really caught." ”

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the hoe and pickaxe at the door of the guest hall, and said in surprise: "Sir, ...... are you?" ”

"Oh, I'm going to grow some vegetables in the yard." Li Qing opened his mouth to come, and then changed the topic, "You came just in time, I have something to ask you." ”

"It's about the Prince?"

"Not exactly." Li Qing groaned and asked, "What are the names of the Emperor Taishang and the temple names?" ”

Although he knew that Zhu Youzhu was there to support him, Zhu Jianshen's posthumous name was definitely not bad, but in the eyes of the ministers, Zhu Jianshen was not a good emperor.

wantonly appoint the heirloom officials, open the West Arrest Factory, reuse the eunuchs, and favor the concubines...... All of them are unbearable for the civilian clique.

Li Qing was somewhat worried.

"The name is Jitian, Ning Dao, Cheng Mingren, reverence for Emperor Wensu, Wu Hongde, Shengxiaochun, and the temple number is Xianzong." Wang Shouren did not stay on the name more, one is because it is too long, and the other is because everyone talks about the ancestors, they are all called by the temple number, "the word Xian, in the temple number is absolutely called the first class, the lord of Zhongxing said Xian, well-read and multi-capable Xian, the current emperor is benevolent and filial, and the national strength is strong during the reign of Xianzong, and this temple number can be said to be well deserved!" ”

Li Qing nodded slowly, completely relieved of Zhu Jianshen's name.

"Is there a change in the DPRK?"

"This ...... I haven't heard of it, alas. Wang Shouren scratched his head and sneered, "Sir, you know, I am a prince to accompany me, and I am not a person in the officialdom, and I really don't know anything about the government." ”

Li Qing smiled: "That's nothing, something really happened, you can't know it." ”

"That's right." Wang Shouren nodded, and then took the initiative to explain the matter of the prince.

"On the Prince's side...... There is good news and bad news, which aspect do you want to hear first, sir? ”

Li Qing twisted his eyebrows, "Bad news." ”

"The prince is still playful."

"Huh?" Li Qing's face sank, "Why are you a companion?" ...... at the beginning"

"Why doesn't the gentleman ask for good news?"

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, and said stupidly: "Let's hear it." ”

"The good news is that the prince is reasonable," Mr. Wang said.

"Well..., that's not bad." Li Qing's face softened.

"And bad news."

"Huh?" Li Qing's face sank, "What?" ”

"The prince is not interested in traditional culture, but is very interested in music, religion and other aspects."

"Why should you be a companion ......?"

"And there's good news." Wang Shouren said busily.

Li Qing gritted his teeth: "Say." ”

"Be able to distinguish between right and wrong, have a backbone, and not be easily misled."

"Well..., this is good, what the emperor is most afraid of is being misled by his courtiers." Li Qing showed a look of satisfaction.

"Bad news......"

"And bad news?" Li Qing was furious, "Say half and leave half, it's over, right?" Say it in one breath, or I'll cut you! ”

"......" Wang Shouren was busy condensing, and said after deliberation: "The prince doesn't like literature, he likes martial arts!" ”

"Biased?"

Wang Shouren was stunned for a moment, and nodded wryly: "Although the word Mr. is obscure, it is very appropriate. ”

"What's going on?" Li Qing said dissatisfiedly, "Emperor, when you practice the way of civil and martial arts, how can you only care about one head?" You should guide ...... well."

Balabala......

~

Wang Shouren left sulkingly, but Li Qing was calm, took the guys, and sneakily rushed to the imperial mausoleum......

Wan Niang's grave.

Li Qing spat in his palm and officially started!

Dig and dig in the big imperial tomb......

It's been done day and night.

The dignified Yongqing Marquis, the elder of the Nine Dynasties, actually worked as a miner, which makes people know, and his jaw is absolutely shocked.

That's it, Li Qing still has to be sneaky, who to reason with?

…

Autumn went to winter, and after digging for several months, Li Qing couldn't help but get tired, but the effect was also remarkable.

With his hard work day and night, the tunnel was two-thirds completed, and it was close to the Maoling Underground Palace.

Li Qing stopped and began to organize the route, the underground palace of the emperor's mausoleum is intricate and must be cautious, in case the structure of the underground palace is destroyed, it will deviate from the original intention.

Back in the small courtyard, Li Qing began to deploy the structural map of the Maoling underground palace given by Zhu Jianshen.

The snowflakes are fluttering, and the north wind is bleak.

Li Qing set up a hot pot, composing while shabu-shabu, which is rare to be idle.

"Count the days, Hong'er's crackdown on smuggling is almost over, but those smuggling caravans may not stop there, and they will have to take the route of Liaodong again......" Li Qing frowned slightly.

In the face of huge interests, the laws of the Ming Dynasty cannot restrain people.

"Hmm...... When the tunnel is dug through, they have to go to Wudang Mountain and let them watch. Li Qing muttered softly.

He couldn't spare time, but he didn't want smuggling to run rampant, so he could only grieve the junior brothers.

After resting for a few days, Li Qing picked up the guy and started digging and digging again......

Li Qing turned into a humanoid excavator, followed the designed route, and was indomitable and invincible.

Day after day......

I even forgot about the New Year.

In the eleventh year of Hongzhi, the Lantern Festival.

When everyone was eating the delicious Lantern Festival, Li Qing finally dug through the tunnels of Wan Niang's Tomb and Maoling.

'Whoa......'

The earth mixed with the masonry shattered, and the calm and dark dungeon echoed.

"Poof~!" Li Qing wiped his face and took a deep breath, but he was choked and coughed again.

After being closed for a long time, the air in the dungeon smelled indescribably, Li Qing opened the fire fold and blew it to ignite, looking at the structure of the dungeon.

Soon, I was attracted by the funeral goods.

"You're here to fulfill your promise, not to rob the tomb......" Li Qing muttered to himself, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the idea of taking something away.

Coming to the coffin, Li Qing patted it and said, "Okay, I have fulfilled my promise to you, from today onwards, you can go to your sister Wan." ”

Li Qing said softly: "It's quiet here, and no one bothers you." ”

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(Insert a digression:

Wan Zhen'er in history has never killed the emperor's heir!

Wan Zhen'er in history did not poison the Ji family!

Wan Zhen'er in history raised Zhu Youjiao, took care of her, and treated her as her own!

Supporting evidence 1: The scholars of the Xianzong Cabinet University have a sparse remark: Heavy protection with the noble concubine, favor more than oneself.

Evidence 2: If the Ji family was really poisoned by Wan Zhen'er, then Wan Niang's grave would not be kept to this day, and it would be strange if Hongzhi didn't smash her grave!

However, the black material about Wan Zhen'er, a woman, is really not black in the Qing Dynasty, it is a great Ming scholar, and they wrote it, yes, that is.

In their writings, Wan Zhen'er is an abortion maniac, poisoning Hongzhi's biological mother, and poisoning Hongzhi, and even, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, just like a man...... Various.

Saying this is not to whitewash Wan Zhen'er, because she is not black.

The relationship between this pair of imperial concubines is not to say that it is touching, but it is also very rare, they never abandon each other, and they should not be smeared! ）