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

"It's so strange. He's only fifteen years old, but his behavior is as gentle as an old man in the palace. Sometimes he moves as fast as a rabbit, and his skills are very good."

Zhu Gaochi recalled.

Zhang Xin eats slowly, speaks slowly, and walks slowly.

But one time, her eldest maid gave her something and she almost dropped it. I didn't see her do anything, but before the thing hit the ground, she quietly caught it with the sole of her foot, like catching a shuttlecock, very steadily.

On their wedding night, he discovered that although Zhang Xin's feet were not big, they were not small either, and did not look like they had been bound and then unbound because she was going to participate in an election.

But I won’t discuss my wife’s feet with outsiders.

"No matter what I say, she just says, 'Yes, Your Highness.' She responds sincerely and then does what she needs to do.

I am a prince after all, but she doesn't have much respect for me.

A commoner girl married into the palace, and she should be respectful. She really is, extremely respectful to my parents. But my wife, sometimes unintentionally, has a momentum that is not much worse than my father.

When choosing a person for me, the Emperor said that he had chosen someone who was capable of taking charge and taking care of my brother at home.

Now it seems that she might want to take care of me too?!"

Zhu Gaochi recounted each of them to his only confidant in the palace.

"Isn't that the one your Highness originally wanted?"

Wen Beijiao listened and somehow, he could hear a hint of sweetness. Was he here to show off or to show off? Earlier, didn't he say that he would rather have a shrew?

"As for the lower part, my house, the Yande Palace, the main house has not changed since she moved in, but a slight change in the details has changed the whole house.

The bed curtains were in my least favorite color. The same goes for the cushions.

The decorations are as eye-poking as possible. Bright red, bright green and bright flowers. At first glance, it seems vulgar, but after looking at it for a while, it actually has a certain vulgar and elegant tone. "

Zhu Gaochi continued speaking.

"It's just a coincidence. You're newly married, so the furnishings in this room are very limited. It's just that you're too colorful."

Wen Beijiao disagrees.

“It’s not just this coincidence, the food at Yande Palace is even more amazing.

The things I don’t like to eat are available every day.

I can’t even see the shadow of my favorite food.”

Zhu Gaochi felt scared at the thought of it now, because the palace was managed by his mother, Princess Yan, and what happened in the palace could not possibly leak out.

How could Zhang Xin be able to pinpoint even the things he doesn’t like to eat?

She even said that her husband was busy and she would take care of the small matters.

The Emperor hated his children and grandchildren's extravagance and waste of food the most.

No matter how much he disliked the food Zhang Xin put on the table, he had to eat it all.

Half a month after the marriage.

His waistline has shrunk!

"This... is indeed a bit strange."

Wen Beijiao stroked his beard and became cautious.

"I'm afraid that the Royal Grandfather specially chose me to take care of me? Otherwise, how could he know so much? But, there is no reason for this, right?"

Zhu Gaochi asked.

In addition to the above.

They are quite harmonious in bed, and Zhang Xin is not like a quail.

But no matter how harmonious the relationship is, it is unbearable if the food is bad.

That's why he went to Li's place, ordered a table full of his favorite food, and had a delicious meal.

After eating, I felt irritated and fell asleep directly without doing anything.

When I came back, I heard Zhang Xin ask this question.

Suddenly, he figured out the key.

After my grandfather ascended the throne, the uncles, cousins ​​and other relatives did not dare to be too extravagant in their food and expenses, but they were a bit outrageous when it came to women.

The emperor's grandfather saw this and made preparations in advance, specially selecting a group of daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law to keep them in check.

But there is still something incongruous, as my great grandfather is not that idle.

He was already busy with many affairs, and his cousin Yunwen, the Crown Prince, was forced to teach him everything.

If my grandfather was this meticulous, he would be exhausted as a dog.

If I get into trouble by overwork, or if I'm not careful, my cousin will ascend the throne early and who knows what will happen.

"It's hard to say. It's not surprising that the emperor cares about his grandchildren and thinks about everything. The book "Imperial Ming Ancestor Instructions" that the emperor read a while ago was very detailed..."

Wen Beijiao actually wanted to say something long-winded, but he held the words back when they came to his lips.

For a grandfather who can even decide the names of his descendants, there is nothing he can't do.

According to him, everyone in the Zhu family is weird.

He used to herd cattle, worked as a monk, started with a broken bowl, and yet he became the emperor of the world. He is the most weird among weirdos.

"So, they are really the emperor's grandfather's people? Here, go get some more."

Zhu Gaochi's brain was busy and his mouth was not idle at all.

Apart from talking, they finished all the roasted food on the stove in a blink of an eye. Still not satisfied, they ordered another bowl of Qianer.

"Don't take it. If you get any fatter, you'll really be in trouble. The Crown Prince's Consort was originally chosen for you by the Emperor. What you said is ambiguous."

Wen Beijiao stopped Qianer.

"It's just a snack, it's useless! Just listen to me, I can't relax here with you."

Zhu Gaochi was helpless.

"In the past few years, you have become accustomed to eating this way. It's fine if you can't change it, but you will gradually take it back, otherwise you will die young."

Wen Beijiao said seriously.

"Okay, okay, life is hard."

Zhu Gaochi sighed.

"Be content, this is always for your own good. I think the Crown Prince's wife is doing a good job. Eat more of the food you don't like, and slowly the fat will go away. Then the prince may not scold you so often.

Pick up some more people who are good at horse riding and archery. You can’t let your two younger brothers be too weak.

You are the only one in the Ming Dynasty who is scolded all day long."

Wen Beijiao advised that there is a difference between being fat and being obese.

"She told me not to go to the backyard today."

Zhu Gaochi couldn't help it and blurted out this sentence.

"It's the same, but it's for your own good. Sex is like a knife, and every knife cuts your essence, energy, and spirit. Look at those who linger in the place of pleasure day and night, they are all not good anymore."

Wen Beijiao's words are straightforward. It is natural for women to control men. It is problematic if they don't.

After Zhu Gaochi left, Wen Beijiao stood up.

He asked the doctor to get water to put out the charcoal fire, and ordered the windows in the house to be opened to dissipate the unpleasant smell left by the charcoal fire being doused with water.

He walked back to the herb shelf in the yard and continued to fiddle with his treasures, while thinking about his own things.