Zhen Guo Princess GL

Although I studied from Wan'er in the Piandian, I never heard my father and mother talk about the affairs of the previous dynasty, but I heard more and more about the affairs of the court.My father's health sometimes goes up and down, and he doesn't often walk in the front. When he comes out, he often sits in the back, waiting for the officials to discuss, and then say "Yes" or "No". He often comes to see me and asks me abruptly. When I read a sentence, seeing that I couldn't answer it, I laughed out loud. If I was lucky enough to answer it, I would be rewarded generously.Sometimes the prince Li Rui came in, and his father would call them to the front, and talk about the past with the three of us—the prince was very kind when he was young, and once a subject submitted the number of people who died this year, the prince was right next to his father. Unable to bear it, he took his father's sleeve and said, "The sinners intend to make people reform. If they die, they cannot be resurrected. There is no reform. I beg Your Majesty to give these people a chance to reform themselves." All the officials called the prince benevolent Du Wei Shulin said that "sinners are not only making people correct their mistakes, but also making future generations abstain from them, so those who have committed crimes must be punished, and those who have made merits must be rewarded." Teasing ministers; I didn’t like to play with other children when I was young, and I didn’t like to be hugged by people other than my parents since I could stand up. Once Li Rui, who was six years old, wanted to hug me, but I slapped him... At the end of this kind of conversation, my father would always sigh and say, "I am old, and you are all young. Brothers should love each other, and don't quarrel over trivial matters. Erlang should take care of his younger siblings, and Liulang and Sizi should not just care about each other." You are making nonsense, please be more considerate to your elder brother."

These words often make me terrified, not knowing how my father is in health, and always say such ominous words.However, what scares me even more is that every time I worry about my father's health, I always unconsciously think about the stakes in it: If my father dies, the crown prince, as the head of the heirloom, will be enthroned for many years, and it is a matter of course .He has participated in politics for a long time, has a well-equipped staff, and is skilled in political affairs. This year, he will supervise the administration of the country. If he ascends the throne, the empress dowager will be unknown. The fight, I don't know what it is like, Li Rui and I are the closest people to them, so we are bound to be involved.I feel that I have really changed. In the face of the life and death of my close relatives, the first thing I think of is not the relationship between my children and my children, but the benefits of it. My hope for my father's well-being is not out of my daughter's love for my father, but because of concerns about their own safety.Sometimes I comfort myself that such a change is a good thing, but sometimes I feel anxious and restless. I cannot sleep at night because of Wei Huan. I don’t have any other thoughts when I see her. I just want to see her and call her by her name—she Someone so strong and intelligent, and raised in a home like that, must have learned something about these things, and I would have benefited a lot from discussing my fears with her.It's a pity that every time this thought is just a thought, there are some things that can't be said to the flesh and blood of a close relative, let alone... Wei Huan?

It's getting hotter every day.In the middle of March, there were reports one after another saying that there might be disasters this year. In April, Henan Province and Hebei Province had reported serious droughts. I saw that the drought was obvious. I was worried that the prince would take this opportunity to write a letter to stop the construction of Shangyang Palace. I went to find my mother with various excuses, hoping to get the news from her at 01:30, and my mother seemed to have sensed my motives. On this day, she asked someone to pass me over, and asked me with a smile: "Do you know Jiarong? "

I honestly said: "I have seen textiles when I sacrificed with A Niang, but I don't know about crops."

Mother shook her head with a smile, pointed to a memorial book and said, "Read."

Seeing that it was the prince's letter, I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but read a sentence first. Seeing that he didn't mention Shangyang Palace in the whole text, I was a little relieved, and read it slowly, but it was Zou asking to send the censor to various places. Remind the food to save and ask, so as not to be unfavorable for supervision in various places.

My mother kept her eyes closed, stroking the table with her right hand, tapping the edge of the table rhythmically with her fingers, and when I finished reading, she asked me with a smile, "What do you think?"

I said: "Very good, to prevent corruption and delay everywhere."

The mother smiled ambiguously, and said to Wan'er after a long while: "Since I'm a son-in-law, I think it's good, so let's do it."

Wan'er bowed and took the scroll from me, put it on the case and spread it out.

I was startled and stammered and called "A Niang", she beckoned me to come over, told me to sit down beside her, held my hand in one hand, and led me to get a pen: "Aniang teaches you, Write a "ke" here, and then hand it over to Zhongshu to draft an edict, and then go to the door for review, and finally hand it over to Shangshu for enforcement." Although the pen is in my hand, the words are written by her, and through my hand, she wrote The handwriting that came out was still strong and powerful, and it was more heroic than her father's delicacy and elegance. After finishing writing, Wan'er raised her eyebrows, and Wan'er carefully put away the scroll and handed it to the middle official at the side. Withdrew, I watched the eunuch withdraw in a daze, and turned to look at my mother, who said to Wan'er, "Draft another edict, ordering Hedong, Shannan, and Huainan roads to adjust grain for preparation." Looking back, she asked me: "Do you know why? These three?"

I replied slowly: "Because they are close to Henan and Hebei."

Mother nodded and patted me on the shoulder: "Go ahead, come back tomorrow."

I had no choice but to retreat and enter the side hall the next day. I heard that there was a book in the imperial history saying that it is the time when Maixiu silkworms are old and the farmers are about to harvest. For the matter of farming, it is better to wait until the busy autumn farming is over, and then come to praise and criticize. My father and mother agreed with their words and temporarily put aside the matter of sending envoys to patrol. Concubines, talented people, female officials, Liushang, and 24 deacons all have their offerings halved, and the unranked palace servants and servants will each be given a piece of silk, and those whose family members have records will also be given rice to help in times of famine.

At this time, I only tasted a little bit of taste, and I was suddenly moved.We live high in the temple, and when we encounter problems, we think of what is what, but when we go to the people, it is very different.For example, the fact that the governor of the censor kept asking questions seemed to benefit the people, but in fact, how could the local government not accept it when the censor visited the outside world?Not to mention the reception, the censor's visit, the transfer of files, the compilation of records, and the investigation, which one should not mobilize local people's resources?Farmers are busy, but they are disturbed like this. In autumn, the harvest will be even more difficult.I believe that as a human being, the prince must write this book out of sympathy, but unexpectedly, he did not know his feelings and did bad things with good intentions. However, my mother could have stopped it in advance, but she wanted to wait for the order to be published. After the selection is made, it will be rejected by the censor, but this is actually slapping the prince in the face.Especially at this age, good things are all done by the emperor, and bad things are all the responsibility of the ministers. Such an edict is definitely not that the emperor and queen are ignorant. Accepting it on the surface, and immediately correcting it after hearing the advice, is truly a sage king and benevolent lord.Naturally, the crown prince is not completely insane, but he was encouraged by someone to write this book—after all, he is still too young.

Thinking about this, I was suddenly glad that I confessed to my mother early on and stood by her side.