Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Ming Dynasty, the 28th year of Hongwu, leap September.

After receiving the imperial edict of enthronement, the Zhang family's days passed quickly.

There were countless trivial matters to deal with before the wedding. Zhang Xin's mother, Bao, was so busy that she didn't have time to talk to Zhang Xin until the day before the wedding.

"It's windy this night, why don't you put on a cape before coming here? If you can't roll up your sleeves well, mother will find someone else for you."

As Bao spoke, she held Zhang Xin's hand, which felt slightly cold, and she immediately scolded her.

"My daughter is not cold, it's just a few steps."

Zhang Xin held her mother's hand and took her to the fumigation cage to warm her hands with some warmth.

"Tomorrow is the big day, so don't be careless."

Bao knew that her daughter had always been very independent, so she only gave her one more reminder.

"My daughter knows. Mother, please sit down and talk. It won't be so convenient after you get married."

Zhang Xin nodded in agreement.

"Well, although it is a great celebration, it is not like an ordinary family."

Bao couldn't describe her mood.

When the imperial edict first came, people were naturally happy, as it was like a shower of wealth and honor falling from the sky.

My husband got a promotion, we moved into a new house, and I could actually employ servants and maids.

But once my daughter gets married, I’m afraid I won’t see her for a year or two.

Not to mention the son-in-law. The husband said that it was hard to describe him. He was only eighteen years old, but he was so fat that he needed someone to help him walk.

"Mom, we are actually from an ordinary family. Just think of it as your daughter marrying far away."

Zhang Xin picked up the tea on the table, tested the temperature of the cup wall, and handed it to Wanxiu.

"Yes, sister."

He rolled up his sleeves and steadily took the covered bowl handed to him by Zhang Xin, picked up the other bowl on the table as well, and retreated quietly, only to bring a new one over in a moment.

"From this point of view, the training is pretty good. Are you really not going to bring more?"

Bao looked approving, but still asked.

"When there are too many people, it becomes messy. This is what happens in the palace."

Zhang Xin waved her hand to refuse.

"That's right. I don't know what's going on inside. My mother can't do anything about it. This is the downside of marrying into a wealthy family."

Bao frowned again.

"They are also an ordinary family. The emperor likes to be frugal. Wu Shanggong, who teaches etiquette, said that even the princess has only a dozen servants around her, and only one or two personal servants. Her clothing, food and daily expenses are all simple."

The mother and daughter talked a lot of nonsense, and Zhang Xin was secretly given a sketchbook by her mother, and then she went back to her room with her sleeves rolled up.

"Sister, do you still drink goat milk?"

Wanxiu listened and heard that it was already the second watch outside, which was past the time when Zhang Xin usually took a rest.

"Hello, light up the lamp, I'll read a book for a while, and then go to sleep after a rest."

"Yes."

He rolled up his sleeves and trotted out the door, while Zhang Xin sat down at the desk.

The flickering lights cast a dim light that makes people feel warm in their hearts.

Coming back early has its advantages.

In her previous life, when Zhu Gaochi became the crown prince and she was canonized as the crown princess, her father passed away with a smile on his face.

My mother lived ten years longer than my father. Although she didn't live to see her ascend the throne, at least she already had a son and a daughter. Her son Zhanji was even made the crown prince by his father-in-law.

When my mother passed away, she had no worries and was very peaceful.

Before she came back, the fairy from the Merit Department said that everything is possible.

The rebirth she gained through her merits was just a beginning. As long as she was reborn, everything would be unknown.

The myriad worlds are created because of the changes at a certain moment. This is the source of the law that one flower is one world.

If she follows the original track, the development will probably be similar to the original. If she deviates, this will be a brand new world.

She was afraid that if she came too early, the truth would be revealed and her parents would be implicated, so she chose the time when her son Zhu Zhanji was born. At least this way she wouldn't have to endure the years of disgust and disgust with that fat guy.

But when the fairy finally sent her back, there was still an error, she came many years earlier.

They come, the security.

She has spent a few more years at her parents' home, chatting and laughing with her brothers, and she cherishes every day.

After drinking goat's milk, rinsing his mouth, and walking around the room, Zhang Xin went to bed.

I closed my eyes and in a trance, in the dark room, the peace and joy I had before sank to an unknown place again.

Those moments that made her feel so painful that she wanted to die suddenly came to her mind.

The past is like a surging wave, rushing towards us silently and almost suffocating us.

"Mom, my son is no longer capable. I am just asking you to send your son off when you are old. I am an unfilial son. And I want you to help me, cough cough cough, cough cough..."

The eldest son Zhu Zhanji, who was handsome and in his prime, became pale and haggard in just three or five days, with the light in his eyes as weak as a flame swaying in the wind.

She held her son's hand, her heart aching.

People came and went beside my son's bed, one after another, and finally there was a deafening cry of crying.

"The Queen, the Queen! The Queen has fainted, Imperial Physician!"

The voice of Empress Sun's personal maid.

"father!"

The crying of the eldest grandson Zhu Qizhen.

"Mom, hold me, Mom!"

The former queen, Hu, who was deposed by her son, grabbed her arm tightly and shouted.

"Your Majesty, please take charge."

Zhang Xin raised his eyes and saw a sea of ​​darkness, with everyone bowing and waiting for him.

I said a lot of words in a trance, and then all of a sudden, everyone disappeared. The red New Year clothes were taken away one by one, and all I could see was white.

There is no time to be sad, only endless things to do.

He helped his nine-year-old eldest grandson Zhu Qizhen to the position, and taught and protected him step by step.

Children who have never experienced hardship and have been spoiled since childhood are not easy to teach.

She put in a lot of effort, but all she got was an emperor who pretended to obey her but actually had his own ideas.

Then bad news came one after another.

March 9, the fourth year of Zhengtong.

The only daughter, Princess Jiaxing, died.

June 26, the fourth year of Zhengtong.

The second son, King of Yue Zhu Zhanyong, died.

October of the seventh year of Zhengtong.

He was seriously ill, and at the moment of his death, he could not let go of his unstable grandson, so he summoned important officials of the court to discuss the matter.

Zhang Xin closed her eyes and grasped her quilt tightly with her fingers.

She would recall each incident one by one every night and look at what happened from a different perspective.

Over the past few decades, it was as if an invisible hand was taking away everyone around her step by step.

Even after her death, it didn't stop.

How could Zhu Qizhen suddenly have the idea of ​​going to Wala to deliver his head? No matter how stupid he was, he would not be so stupid!

What about Empress Sun? That was her son, why didn’t she stop him?

Wang Zhen, the emperor's number one lackey, had clearly been warned and almost beheaded, so how could he dare to instigate the emperor to go to war?

She thought about it for several years but still couldn't figure out the key.

There are only vague clues, and we have to wait until we enter Prince Yan's Mansion to figure it out.

Zhang Xin fell asleep while thinking about her plans after entering the mansion.

The next morning, when the sky was just turning blue, people from Prince Yan's Mansion came over.

A curtain was hung in front of the Zhang family's house, and a ceremonial seat, a table, a festival table, a banquet table, a colorful sedan chair, and so on were set up.

The steps at the door are filled with all kinds of auspicious items.

The ceremony was not extravagant, as the wealthy families in the city would have even grander ceremonies than this.

Moreover, when the royal family was welcoming the bride, the neighbors who wanted to come and watch the fun were sent far away, which reduced some of the folk joy and made the whole atmosphere solemn and dignified.

"The Crown Prince inherits the order of heaven and carries on the great plan. The way to govern a country is to rectify the family. The relationship between husband and wife is the righteousness of heaven and earth..."

The master of ceremonies stretched out his voice and read out the old wedding speech.

Mother's eyes were filled with tears, and there was a gleam in father's eyes, while my brothers were looking around with great interest.

The people in Prince Yan's Mansion were much more reserved, and all wore the same smile, even the curve of the corners of their mouths was the same.