Seiwa

In July of the tenth year of Yongle, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui arrived in Nanjing.

In the second month of the same year, the crown prince ceremony was held in Fengtian Hall.

King Zhu Gaoxu of the Han Dynasty was seated in the East Palace, becoming the second "Crown Prince" recognized by the court after the eldest son Zhu Biao of Emperor Hongwu since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen?

In front of Emperor Yong Le, whoever dares to mention this person will definitely die.Being branded as a cowardly edict to ascend the throne, there will naturally be no record of rectifying the name of the "Emperor Grandson" in the royal historical materials.

History is always written by the victors and remains unchanged for thousands of years.

The book of the crown prince said: "I inherit the foundation of the emperor's examination, respect the great treasure, rule Huayi, preside over all nations, think about the inheritance of the order of heaven, the importance of the family, the three kings rule the world as their home, and the strength of the Tao It is the law of all ages. The second son of my first wife, young and intelligent, benevolent and filial, respects his relatives first, and his relatives are Jiaxuan, with the virtue of loving the people. He was given the book of treasures, and ordered to be the crown prince, who was seated in the East Palace."

Above the grand ceremony, the Ministry of Rites and the officials of Honghe Temple set up an imperial edict in the Fengtian Hall, and set up a festival book in it.Feng Bao's case is in the south of the imperial edict's case, and Bao Caiyu is displayed in turn in the east and west.

With the sound of ceremony and music, Zhu Gaoxu put on the crown of gun and bowed in the middle of Dan Bi.

Nine-pronged crown, black skirt, crimson gauze gown, soap collar and skirt, crimson gauze knees covered, white socks and red skirts.

The leather belt is worn with a ribbon, the white belt is in the middle, the sleeves are in the wind, the mountains and rivers, the auspicious clouds and auspicious animals, seem to be flying and roaring on the crown robe.

"bye!"

The official of ceremonies stands under Majesty Dan, and the long tune seems to pass through time and space, blending with the sound of pre-Qin congratulations, accompanied by ancient music, echoing between heaven and earth.

After Zhu Gaoxu's death, Ping Wang Zhu Gaochi, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, Zhou Wang Zhu Huan, Ning Wang Zhu Quan and others all wore crown clothes and bowed down in order.

"Goodbye!"

Zhu Zhanji, the son of Prince Ping, Zhu Panxuan, the son of Prince Ning, etc., followed the princes in order of elder and younger.Under the sons of the princes and princes, Fang is the royal family of the county king.Because Zhu Zhanhe was still young and had not been officially canonized, the number of times he bowed down was even lower than that of Zhu Zhanji.

At the end of the ceremony, Zhu Gaoxu withdrew from Danchi, and led the princes and princes of Shizijun to Wenlou downstairs.

All nobles, civil and military are dressed in court clothes and stand on both sides, waiting for the imperial edict to be delivered.

That's right, not waiting for the emperor, but waiting for the imperial decree.

At this time, Zhu Di had arrived at the Huagai Palace, the Imperial Academy held the edict, Shangbao officials used the treasures, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites held them on the record. .

The sound of ritual and music reappeared, and a group of people waiting in front of the Wenlou bowed down.

This time, all honorable persons above the third class must salute together.

Standing in the line, Meng Qinghe's forehead touched the ground, and his ears were buzzing with bright red.During the action, the consciousness was a little trance.

For a moment, the consciousness seemed to be separated from the body, floating in mid-air, looking down at the appearance of all living beings.

Melodious music, solemn atmosphere.

Solemn but not stagnant.

Pious, but not foolish.

In front of the Wenlou, it seems that it is not a canonization ceremony, but a sacrifice to the gods of heaven and earth.

Big black sleeves, red crimson gauze, golden hosta crown, multicolored crown.

The color of the court clothes is like a burning dragon.The armor of the big Han general and the crown and saber of Jin Yiwei shine brightly in the sun.

Boom!

Amidst the sound of rites and music, there was the echo of war drums.

The erratic thoughts suddenly fell to the ground, and while his mind was turning, he suddenly realized that he was in the torrent of history, witnessing the rise of a powerful dynasty, and uncovering the skin of a historical picture.

Scenes, sections, all with different colors.Falling into the eyes, reflected in the eyes, unusually vivid.

Halfway through the canonization ceremony, Meng Qinghe was a little dizzy.The complicated and lengthy process is only one or two in my mind.I can't help but admire the officials of the Ministry of Rites of the two capitals. It is really not easy to search through historical materials to formulate the regulations for the grand ceremony.

After the Wenlou kowtow, the team went to Danbi again, this time, to see the emperor for real.

Meng Qinghe walked slowly, his knees felt sore and numb, no need to look, it must be blue.

Standing in front of the palace gate before dawn, walking into the palace gate, except bowing or kneeling, the stone brick floor, not even a mat, no wonder.

Thinking about where Zhu Gaoxu knelt, Uncle Meng regained his balance.

Shan Bi is right in the middle, there is a dragon pattern there.Zhu Gaoxu at this moment must be a hundred times more "comfortable" than him.

The "spiritual transfer method" is very effective.Gradually, Meng Qinghe's footsteps became brisk.Uncle Ping Jiang looked at it strangely, just now he fell one step at a time, why is he so energetic now?

Everyone went to Huagai Hall, and Zhu Gaoxu saluted again.

Although his back was still straight and his steps were quite chic, in fact, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't bear it any longer.

If he hadn't known that there would be no room for mistakes in the grand ceremony, Zhu Gaoxu would have grabbed the official collar of the Minister of Rites, roaring and flying in all kinds of ways.

Does Gu have any grudge against you? !ah? !

Three prayers must be changed to five prayers.After praying to one place, worship again!Is it not your knee that hurts? !

The Minister of Rites is also wronged, this is the emperor's request, what can he do?

The only one who was satisfied was probably the Emperor Yongle who was wearing a crown and smiling all over his face.

Complaints from sons, grievances from courtiers?

Emperor Yong Le said, is there such a thing?Why don't I know?

Shen Xuan was behind Zhu Neng, and during the ceremony, he turned to look at where Meng Qinghe was.Meng Qinghe really wanted to show a reassuring expression, but unfortunately his pale face was not convincing.

At sunset, the grand ceremony finally came to an end.

There is a banquet in the palace, and the officials go home to change their clothes, and they have to rush back again.

Holding on to his strength, he went back to Bo's mansion and sat on the couch. Meng Qinghe really didn't want to move anymore.A light tap on the knee is really fatal.When the Son of Heaven ascended the throne, he was not as troubled as he is today.

Shen Xuan changed his court clothes, looked for him, and saw Meng Qinghe leaning on the side of the couch with cold sweat on his forehead.

"What?" While speaking, he bent down and held Meng Qinghe's ankle.

"fine."

Meng Qinghe shrank subconsciously, not wanting to, the warm palm had already covered the knee of his right leg, and immediately let out a cold hiss.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"...not heavy." Meng Qinghe shook his head, "Just apply some ointment."

No matter how uncomfortable it is, you must endure it.In normal times, let's just say a few words in the grand ceremony of conferring the crown prince, and the Imperial Censor of the court will not give up easily.

Great Mingyan in battle.Meng Qinghe had a deep understanding of this sentence.

Shen Xuan didn't say a word, and pressed Meng Qinghe's shoulder, not allowing him to get off the ground.

"Twelve Langs, don't move, I'll come."

Changing court clothes, applying medicine, and going out of the house are all handled by the Duke.

Walking out of the uncle's mansion, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Qinghe's face was burning hot, Shen Xuan didn't seem to notice it, and directly carried the man onto the horse, and the two rode side by side.The reins of the two horses are in the hands of the Duke.

"My lord, this..."

"kindness?"

His pitch-black eyes swept over with tender eyes, but Uncle Meng shuddered, and subconsciously kept silent.

The Duke was satisfied. If he hadn't been in Jinling, he would have carried Meng Qinghe onto his horse.

If this is the case, Meng Qinghe will not ascend to heaven with one Buddha, but also two Buddhas will be born.

Along the way, I met two dukes, five marquises, nine earls, not including civil servants and military generals.

Facing everyone's eyes, Shen Xuan remained calm, and Meng Qinghe felt uncomfortable.Anyway, it's all like this, and after being looked at twice, there shouldn't be a piece of meat missing...

Fortunately, they met Xu Zengshou and Zhang Fu on the way, and the few of them walked together, and the gazes falling on Meng Qinghe suddenly decreased a lot.

The imperial banquet is held in Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Di wrote Ming-Huang Changfu, and Zhu Gaoxu was still very popular.

Zhu Gaosui stood beside Zhu Gaoxu, with a bronze-colored face and a more resolute silhouette.

Zhu Gaochi, who was seated at the same table, was very silent, with a stooped figure, needed support for every movement, and spoke intermittently. Compared with Zhu Di, who was over fifty years old, he looked more like an old man.

Meng Qinghe looked away, no matter how much he sighed, it was over after all.

All kinds of past, can not be traced.He is not God, and he dare not say that his choice must be right.But at the moment, Zhu Gaoxu is indeed more suitable for this position than Zhu Gaochi.

What Emperor Yong Le needs, what this dynasty needs, is a strong successor, a ruler who knows the sufferings of the people and has an iron fist.

After drinking for three rounds, singing and dancing resumed.

Zhu Zhanhe slipped to Meng Qinghe's side again, holding sugar water, his eyes were shining, obviously asking for something, "Shao Bao."

Look at Shaojian Huang, Meng Qing and Qingran who are following him.Order the eunuch serving the banquet to present a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, and two plates of fried vegetables, "Your Majesty, use some."

Zhu Zhanhe suddenly smiled, "It's better to keep here."

Meng Qinghe had no choice but to say in a low voice: "If this is the case, the prince should not talk about it in the future. Also, don't call me 'I' in front of the officials."

Zhu Zhanhe blinked, and his smile gradually became quieter.Meng Qinghe couldn't bear it, but he couldn't let go.

"I... Gu knows." Zhu Zhanhe sat upright, "Shao Bao is for Gu's good, Gu understands."

Meng Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and regained his gentleness when speaking.

Shen Xuan picked up the wine glass, and coldly glanced at the opposite side, the inquiring eyes disappeared in an instant.

For him, Twelve Lang has given up too much.All he can do is protect him for ten years, 20 years, 30 years, 50 years.Up to the poor and down to the underworld, in this life, there is no one else who can make him like this.

Lowering his eyes, the wine glass was brought to his lips, the clear liquid entered his throat, the corners of his lips were moistened, and the dark red seemed to drip blood.

The musicians and dancers beat the war drums, and the king of Zhou offered nine dances.

Meng Qinghe had no intention of watching and was busy taking care of Zhu Zhanhe.

After eating half a pancake, Zhu Zhanhe suddenly said: "Two days later, the canonization ceremony of the mother and concubine. The imperial grandmother said that I would like to congratulate the mother and concubine. The imperial grandmother also said that Shaobao is her own family, and she should also attend it. Before Third Aunt."

Third aunt?

Among the royal family, only Princess Zhao can afford Zhu Zhanhe's title.

Attending the canonization ceremony of the crown princess, before Princess Zhao?We can meet each other, most of the people at the scene are married women... Clutching his head, Uncle Meng has a headache and his teeth hurt even more.

Zhu Zhanhe bit the steamed bun and looked at Meng Shaobao in distress, full of puzzlement.

The Duke continued to drink, with smile lines on the corners of his lips, which seemed to be there.

Huang Shaojian lowered his head and studied the ground very seriously, but he didn't hear anything, he didn't hear anything.

After the palace banquet, Meng Qinghe thought of many ways, but failed to escape as he wished.

Fortunately, Empress Xu didn't make things difficult, so she allowed him to show up and just go through the motions.However, after the canonization ceremony of the princess, Uncle Meng's name still caused waves in Beijing.

All kinds of rumors came out one after another, and it was Jin Yiwei and Dongchang who joined forces to suppress the rumors that might cause court discussions.

It is said that some of them have already written a memorial to the matter, and they are just waiting for someone to start.

It is also reported that Xingningbo was not the only one who was impeached.

It is even more rumored that there are vassal forces behind this.

Turning over the note sent by Dongchang, Yang Duo sneered, "Go back and tell Mr. Baichang that Dongchang's fans are capable, but after all, they are rough. I will close this matter."

"Yes, our family will go back and report to the factory owner."

The eunuch turned to leave, Yang Duo leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes slightly.

After a long time, he reached into his bosom and took out a purse.Pull the tether, and a wooden whistle rolls into the palm of your hand.Rubbing carefully, the smile on his face finally added some warmth.

It seems that the attack was not ruthless enough, which made the charming villain less scruples.

After today, Jin Yiwei's vicious reputation will definitely be deeply imprinted in the minds of all officials, and cannot be erased for life.

In September of the tenth year of Yongle, just after the grand ceremony for the establishment of the crown prince, the emperor issued an edict to officially move the capital.

"I go to the north, and the emperor stays in Nanjing."

"The Son of Heaven guards the gates of the country. Since the beginning of my life, the descendants of Zhu's family will be honored for generations!"

Zhu Gaoxu was dumbfounded when the imperial decree was issued.Shengjia went north, did he stay in Nanjing?

dear father?It's my dear father, right?

Zhu Di stared, what's the matter, are you dissatisfied?

Zhu Gaoxu bit the bullet and said that his land in the Xuanfu had not been confiscated, so he could not stay in Nanjing, or else, if the father stayed, he would go north?Compared with the group of civil and military men in Nanjing, it is obvious that the Beijing branch is more in line with his temperament.

"Father, the northern frontier, with heavy rains in summer and severe cold in winter, is really hard. The south of the Yangtze River is rich and fat, not as good as my son's journey to the north..."

Before he could finish speaking, the whip came through the wind.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't dare to say any more, so he ran away.

"Let you stay in Nanjing, don't tell me too much!"

Snapped! "

"Father..."

"Dare to say more, do you want to resist the order?!"

Snapped!

"You kid run again?!"

Zhu Gaoxu stopped running, and climbed up the pillar a few times, unable to hold him down.

"Get down!"

Zhu Gaoxu shook his head, burst into tears.

After all, he is also a person with a son, so being taken care of by his father... The new crown prince is very sad.It seems that no matter how the status changes, the treatment is the same in front of the old man.

With the vigor of the old man beating people, it will be no problem to be a dragon chair for another 30 years, why not let him go back to the Xuanfu?

Outside the Nuan Pavilion, Zhu Gaosui withdrew his foot and took two big steps back.I planned to ask my father for instructions on when to go to the West again, but now is indeed not a good time.

After deliberating for a moment, His Royal Highness Zhao Wang decided to go back to his residence to move two boxes of gems and pay his respects to Kunning Palace.

Others, discuss again.

In Wenhua Hall, Meng Qinghe was explaining the new sea chart to Zhu Zhanhe.Xia Shangshu listened and took notes from time to time.The attitude is extremely serious.

Meng Qinghe wanted to push someone out more than once, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.It is reported that Jian Yi, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Jin Zhong, Minister of the Ministry of War, both wanted to "ask him for advice".In short, please leave one Xia Yuanji, and there are two more heavenly officials ready to go to work at any time.

Uncle Meng was weeping silently, his face was full of thorns, facing difficulties, he would face countless challenges, all of which were above the third-rank level.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, it's just teaching, why is it so difficult?

In October of the tenth year of Yongle, Yujia traveled northward.

In November, the emperor issued an edict to formally establish the capital in Beijing.

In the first month of the 11th year of Yongle, the emperor offered sacrifices to Xiannong in Beijing and announced to the world that the crops were cold-resistant and high-yield. He ordered the provincial governments to select places for trial planting. The seeds were supplied by Huangzhuang and Xunguizhuang.

In February of the same year, Princess Zhao gave birth to Zhu Gaosui's eldest son.

In March of the same year, Ping Wang Zhu Gaochi's health was getting better and better, so he asked for an order to build a museum in the mansion and compile the Spring and Autumn Classics. The theories of various schools were followed by the emperor.

In April of the 11th year of Yongle, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui was ordered to go to the West again.Prince Ping's son Zhu Zhanji asked for an order to accompany him, but the emperor did not approve.It is only said that after a young age and a weak crown, you can set sail only if you are proficient in bowing and horse riding.

From then on, Prince Ping put aside his books, practiced martial arts diligently, and cherished the infinite yearning for the sea, he could eat five bowls of rice for one meal.And said to people: "Gu's biggest wish is to grow up quickly."

Zhu Gaochi had nothing to do with his eldest son who was unwilling to study with him.I can only sigh, my son is unworthy of me, what can I do for it.

In May of the same year, the imperial fleet departed from Liujiagang.

The size of the fleet expanded again, with nearly five hundred treasure ships, lucky ships, warships, horse ships, merchant ships, etc.The sails cover the sky and the sun, and with the sound of drums and horns, they ride the wind and waves.

Not long after the fleet set sail, Meng Qinghe borrowed the opportunity of working in Nanjing to visit Dao Yan in an ancient temple in the suburbs.

The master and apprentice hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when they saw each other again, they felt a little emotional.

Dao Yan is getting older, but his eyes are clearer.

"Can you play a game of chess as a teacher?"

"Master has an order, but disciple An dare not obey."

Dao Yan spread out the chessboard: "At the beginning, my apprentice tried every means to refuse to recognize me as a master."

Meng Qinghe rubbed his nose, "Don't chase after youth. Master, remember?"

After the words fell, the master and the apprentice looked at each other and smiled, keeping everything in silence.

Laughter came out, and the little novice who was sweeping the floor was startled.Probing in surprise, it turns out that Master Daoyan can still laugh like this?

A passing brother comforted him, "Don't worry, Master is kind, and Uncle Xingning is even more kind."

The little novice was puzzled.

Senior brother looked around and lowered his voice, "Back then, senior brother was as old as you, and Uncle Xingning came here often. Every time he came, there were delicious snacks..."

Outside the meditation room, the little novice yearns for delicious snacks.

In the meditation room, a game of chess has been decided.

Dao Yan dropped the last white son, "I have fulfilled my wish to be a teacher, and all my lifelong wishes have been fulfilled. How is my disciple?"

"It's the same with disciples."

Looking across the chess game, Meng Qinghe didn't make another move. He stood up and saluted respectfully, "Thank you for your advice, master."

Dao Yan smiled, "I've seen it, I understand, let's go."

"Yes."

Meng Qinghe exited the meditation room, met the young novice monk, pulled out his sleeve reflexively, and finally took out a pack of pine nut candies.

"Take it, it's not considered breaking the precept."

The little monk smiled openly, "Uncle Xie."

Meng Qinghe couldn't help chuckling, thinking of the little novice monk back then, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Going out of the mountain gate, looking back and going further, a round of red sun slanted westward, and the whole temple seemed to be shrouded in a halo.

"All the wishes of my life have been fulfilled..."

Dao Yan's wish has been fulfilled, and his life has been fulfilled.What about him?

"Uncle?"

"nothing."

Turning on the horse, he yanked the rein, and the horse raised its hooves, "Go back to Beijing!"

"Yes!"

Inside the ancient temple, the bell rang, and every sound pierced through the mountain.

In the meditation room, Dao Yan knocked on the wooden fish, his expression became more and more peaceful.

On the official road, the sound of hooves was like thunder, the horse galloped past, and Meng Qinghe returned home like an arrow.

On the sea, the treasure ship sails and cleaves the waves.Zhu Gaosui stood at the bow of the ship, bursting with passion.

Afterglow of the setting sun, the sun is shining all over the sky.

A team from the west, along the ancient road, looking for the legendary capital amidst the sound of camel bells.

No one knows where the wheel of history will go in the next moment, but for Meng Qinghe, who has strayed into the era by mistake, the butterfly in his dream is no longer an illusion.

Mengjiatun, Kaipingwei, Daning, Jinling, Beijing...

Jing Nan, go out of the fortress, and sail to the West.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces, sad or happy past events, constitute the most real life, depicting a picture scroll that flows through time and space.

It is him, and it is also this era.

In the most glorious era of the Ming Dynasty, a small person broke in by mistake, from ignorance to firmness, from passive motivation to active struggle, leaving behind a commendable magical experience.

Time will fade away, but history can witness everything.

This is the struggle history of a small person in the early Ming Dynasty. It is illusory, but it is also extremely real.

- Complete the book

The author has something to say: "Qinghe" has come to an end, thank you for your support for the distance and this book.

There will be a special episode, and an update will be made in about three to four days.

The new book will be released at the end of December, and the address will be written here.