Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 131 Who says God is not hospitable? The wind and snow in the sky send one person away... [Please subscribe! ! 】

Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Wanli, who had been kneeling in the Ancestral Temple for a long time, had just returned to the palace when the excited shouts of the palace people came from outside.

Zhang Cheng rushed over to announce the good news: "Your Majesty! It's snowing! This is the first snow this year!"

"Is it snowing?" Zhu Yijun couldn't help but wonder when he was tired, and asked in surprise: "It's only September, why is it snowing?"

Zhang Cheng replied: "Returning to your Majesty, over the years, the weather has become colder and colder earlier and earlier. It snowed in October last year, and it's earlier this year. It shouldn't be a strange thing. Moreover, Qin Tianjian also said last month However, it will snow in the capital within these two months."

"Oh, that's it..." After Zhu Yijun heard that Qin Tianjian had already said it in advance, he thought that it would snow in September, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

But I don’t know why...Zhu Yijun always feels...something is weird...

……

His Majesty the Emperor didn't know what was going on. It was already so late, but he still insisted on going out to see the first snow on this dark and windy day.

Zheng Mengjing knew Zhu Yijun so well that she knew immediately that Zhu Yijun was secretly having a temper tantrum!
Just like some children will skip meals or even fall down on purpose to attract their parents' attention.

But Zhu Yijun is no longer a child. When adults lose their temper, they often cannot wait for comfort. All they can wait for is often the only compromise after having no choice.

Zheng Mengjing was already upset, but now he was so angry that he scolded the servants on the spot.

Facts have proved that His Majesty the Emperor doesn't seem to care how 'trembling' they are from the cold, and even likes to see this scene.

"Why is Your Majesty so drunk? Why are you all on duty? What if the dragon body is injured?"

When he looked at the 'Lian'er' again, His Majesty the Emperor, who was still a bit lewd at first, suddenly changed his face and waved his hand in disgust to let him leave!

Zheng Mengjing knew Zhu Yijun so well that she was sure that her cowardly and indecisive emperor husband would never kill the queen just to correct her!

Zhu Yijun laughed and was about to say something cool, but in the blink of an eye, his smile suddenly stopped:
"Surnamed Wang?"

Moreover, he clearly remembered that in the past, when his mother and concubine were sleeping together, they would go alone. Why did they bring him here this time?

Yes, Zheng Mengjing already knew that the emperor's husband not only met Zhang Chonghui, but also let him go. She even knew that Zhang Chonghui shouted 'Kill the Queen' in the Ancestral Temple at that time!
Knowing this, Zheng Mengjing was not calm at all. She had an extremely bad premonition, a premonition related to whether her son could become the emperor!

Zhu Changxun really didn't understand why his mother would drag him up from his bed, sleeping soundly, in the middle of the night when it was cold and windy.

"Mother and concubine, my father is asleep, shall we go back to sleep too?" Zhu Changxun said, yawning from sleepiness and rubbing his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng guessed that His Majesty the Emperor thought the dancer was not beautiful enough, so he asked flatteringly: "Your Majesty, do you want to call Concubine Zheng to accompany you?"

When Zheng Mengjing arrived with his son Zhu Changxun, Zhu Yijun was already so drunk that he fell asleep on the dragon couch.

What makes Zheng Mengjing most uneasy is that Zhang Chonghui, who proposed such a "bold suggestion", was not ordered to be executed? Instead, he swaggered out of the Forbidden City?

After three rounds of wine, the drunken Emperor Wanli actually called the dancing girl who was shaking the most exaggeratedly to his side and served her with wine.

In fact, this is the lightest level of trembling they have ever experienced. After all, they are jumping to show His Majesty the Emperor. If they tremble more seriously, their heads may shake off.

Something is wrong, this is so wrong!
Zheng Mengjing was already uneasy, but she didn't expect that not long after, the emperor actually expressed his intention to enjoy the snow in the middle of the night?
It's so dark in the middle of the night, how can we enjoy the snow?

Zhu Yijun drunkenly asked the trembling little girl. Although he was a little drunk, he could still tell that the girl's appearance was actually average and not his type.

Facts have proved that no matter how fast Zheng Mengjing came, he could not keep up with Zhu Yijun's drunkenness.

In fact, Zhu Yijun's mind was already spinning at the moment, let alone romantic affairs.

It should have been a time to rest and sleep, but tonight, because of the sudden 'first snow', His Majesty the Emperor suddenly became very excited. There were bright lights everywhere, and there was singing and dancing outside the palace.

"What's your name?"

"Haha! Lian'er? What a good name."

The dancers in thin clothes trembled slightly in the increasingly white snow, and their originally smooth dance gradually began to become a little unnatural.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly turned around and ordered the young eunuch: "Go and invite Concubine Zheng, you must be quick!"

Also subconsciously, Zhu Yijun nodded.

Seems familiar?

Perhaps his brain was not working well after drinking too much, and Zhu Yijun didn't know why. He always felt that at this moment... there seemed to be something...

But on 'special occasions', there are always some 'special treatments'.

If you want to dance gracefully and dazzlingly, you must wear light and flexible clothes.

"Xun'er, are you sleepy?" Zheng Mengjing wiped away the eye mucus next to her son's sleepy eyes. She didn't want her son to have a good sleep, but in this situation, she couldn't 'sleep' anymore!

……

I just pity the musicians, actors, and dancers who are playing, singing, and dancing in the ice and snow.

Zhu Yijun was actually drunk. With his head full of drunkenness, he could only...

But just looking at the snow is boring. How about wine, singing and dancing, and beautiful women to accompany it?

……

The Qianqing Palace and the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty have not been so 'lively' for a long time.

It's already time.

"To your Majesty, my surname is Wang and my nickname is Lian'er." The dancer in thin clothes lowered her head and answered in a low voice. She didn't know whether her face was red from embarrassment or from the cold.

His Majesty the Emperor is fine. Anyway, he doesn't have to go to court tomorrow, so no one cares how long he sleeps.

And these 'compromises' are often major choices that you have to make even if you have no choice but to make them.

Judging from the current situation, what else can this 'important matter' include besides establishing a prince?
Zheng Mengjing actually already knew who the Emperor was about to appoint as the crown prince. It was precisely because of this knowledge that she was even more unwilling to accept it.

So after Zheng Mengjing, who couldn't sleep at night, received the news from His Majesty the Emperor that she was coming to bed, she pulled up Zhu Changxun who was sleeping soundly in the bed without saying a word!

Even if it is used as a tow bottle, bring it!
"Xun'er, can you listen to your mother and concubine?" Zheng Mengjing held her son's face and placed all her last hopes on him.

The six-year-old child had no idea what the next step would mean, so he just nodded obediently: "Concubine, I will listen to you."

"Son, I know you are sleepy, but your father is unconscious now. You must be worried about him, right?" Zheng Mengjing asked.

Zhu Changxun glanced at his old father who was snoring loudly, and felt a little puzzled. Wasn't his father sleeping soundly? What's there to worry about?
However, before he could express his doubts, Zhu Changxun was dragged by his mother to his old father's dragon bed and made him kneel beside him until his emperor father woke up.

Although Zhu Changxun was very reluctant, he had to kneel down obediently because his mother said something to his ear:

"Xun'er, whether you can become emperor in the future depends on whether you can insist on kneeling tonight!"

Yes, Zheng Mengjing was treated like a dead horse and treated as a living horse doctor. Now she only hoped that the emperor's husband could feel sorry for her precious son who had been kneeling all night.

Zheng Mengjing hoped that Zhu Yijun would be able to do something wrong, or directly make their son the crown prince! Or just kill the queen directly!
……

"What's your name?" The young Emperor Wanli looked at the little palace maid in front of him with interest, her hands shaking as she held the basin.

To be honest, he didn't think the little palace maid who brought him water to wash his hands was very beautiful, but her round face looked very festive and unique.

The little palace maid didn't know whether she was frightened or embarrassed. When His Majesty the Emperor asked him this question, her hand holding the washbasin shook even more violently. While she was trembling, the answer she came out between her teeth was louder than a fly. Even smaller:

"Go back to your Majesty... this slave is calling... calling..."

Seeing that the young palace maid was so afraid of him, the young Emperor Wanli couldn't help but smile and asked: "I don't know how to eat shit, what are you afraid of?"

When His Majesty the Emperor asked this question, the little palace maid became even more shy, her whole face turned red, and she wanted to lower herself into the basin.

This 'little white rabbit' encounters the shyness and panic of a 'big bad wolf', which is most likely to arouse men's possessiveness.

Emperor Wanli, who had just gotten married, felt itchy in his heart after seeing this scene.

After looking around, I counted the time and figured out that there should still be a lot of chatter between my biological mother, Queen Mother Li, and my legitimate mother, Queen Mother Chen.

……

The short-lived happiness may be too short-lived, and as a result, 'it' is not actually that happy. Some of it is just a guilty conscience and nervousness for fear of being caught.

After the hasty conclusion, Emperor Wanli thought, well, this matter just passed.

Who would have imagined that in just one moment of "turning over", he saw the not-so-pretty little palace maid with a round face, holding a little boy with a face full of snot and bubbles, and said to him:
"Luo'er, this is your dad, please call me daddy."

Even in his dream, Emperor Wanli almost exploded when he saw this scene!

This kind of 'happiness' about becoming a father made Emperor Wanli feel collapsed and he wanted to turn around and run away immediately!

However, as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by the sudden appearance of Queen Mother Li.

"Emperor, this is your son." Empress Dowager Li said to Emperor Wanli expressionlessly: "Chang Luo is your eldest son."

"No! He is not my son! How could I suddenly have an extra son!" When the young Emperor Wanli collapsed and shouted, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something and suddenly realized:
"I know! Queen Mother! This can't be the son you secretly had with Mr. Zhang, right? You want him to come..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Wanli slapped Empress Dowager Li. Although it was in a dream, Zhu Yijun's face really hurt.

"Emperor, you are really crazy! Chang Luo is your son!" Empress Dowager Li ordered without any doubt: "He is still your eldest son! You have to make him the prince!"

Emperor Wanli became more honest after being slapped and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore, but he was still unwilling to give in.

Looking at the not-so-pretty little palace maid, and then at the son he didn't like very much, the still young Emperor Wanli broke down and cried, crying and shouting:
"He is just the son of a palace girl! Why should he be the prince?"

"Emperor!" Empress Dowager Li slapped her again and said with anger on her face:

"Don't forget! You are also a palace girl!"

……

It's almost like a revelation.

Emperor Wanli was 'waked awake'...

Emperor Wanli woke up and rubbed his face, which had been slapped twice. For some reason, he felt something...

'Can't touch' fluffy and tingling feeling?
Just when Emperor Wanli was a little confused as to who had slapped him just now, a familiar male voice came to his ears.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Emperor Wanli went towards the source of the sound and saw a handsome man standing not far in front, looking at him with worry.

"Mr. Zhang..." Emperor Wanli finally realized that he was in court now, but after looking around the empty hall, he felt strange again:

"It's strange, Mr. Zhang, why are you the only one? Where are the others?"

Zhang Juzheng pointed to the outside of the palace and replied: "Your Majesty, the snow is too heavy. The ministers are all resting at home."

"Is that so..." Emperor Wanli looked at the heavy snow covering the sky outside the palace, and couldn't help asking one after another:
"Then why don't you rest at home? Besides, the snow is so heavy that carriages and horses can't travel, right? How did you get here?" "Reporting to Your Majesty, I have just returned from my hometown in Jiangling, and I did not receive your order for a vacation. I came here by mistake." After Zhang Juzheng only answered this question, he stopped talking.

Just when Emperor Wanli wanted to ask where Zhang Juzheng came from...

The picture in front of me is gradually blurring...

Until it was covered thickly by the overwhelming white snow...

……

Emperor Wanli woke up again.

"His Majesty."

The sudden sound caused Emperor Wanli to look up. He was wondering who the handsome young man in front of him was? Why would he appear in his ancestral temple?
The opponent, whose hands and feet were shackled, suddenly rushed towards him!

Almost at this moment, Emperor Wanli knew that this person was Zhang Chonghui!

Almost instantly, Emperor Wanli no longer cared about his image, and tried his best to hide and crawl away, for fear of being hurt by the other party!

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"

Emperor Wanli shouted, he wanted to stand up and run, but in the dream, his legs and feet were still inconvenient, and all he could do was curl up backwards, so hastily that the Yi Shan Guan fell off his head!

"Zhang Chonghui! What are you going to do! Stop! Or I'll kill you!"

Faced with such scolding, the young man in front of him did not panic at all. He stepped closer to Emperor Wanli step by step and complained sadly:

"Your Majesty, why don't you want to clear my grandfather's name?

He often gives me dreams recently. He said he misses you very much... He said he... forget it...

Your Majesty, did the late Emperor care whether you were sick or not? Did the late emperor care about your studies? The late emperor did not!

It's Zhang Juzheng, he cares for you more than your biological father..."

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense!"

Emperor Wanli, who was still retreating and evading, seemed to have received a huge blow at this moment. Not only did he stop retreating, he even interrupted the other party's complaint angrily and loudly retorted:

"Father, he treats me so well! He personally gave me such a glorious name as 'Jun'!

'Jun' is for the Holy King to control the world! Just like the turning of a tool! The name my father gave me means so much! It means he loves me very much!

Father, he gave me the ancestral realm of the Ming Dynasty! He even held me in his arms! We have walked a long, long way!

He said I was his favorite son! Anyway! He is the best father in the world! "

Zhu Yijun's "inner" words were hysterical.

It's more like... eager to prove something...

"Oh?" 'Zhang Chonghui', who was still full of sorrow, suddenly changed his face and asked with a cold smile:
"Your Majesty, since the late emperor loves you so much, how many times can you meet each other in a year?
I'm afraid the time you spent with the late emperor was not as long as the time you spent with Shen Shixing, right? "

In this way, it is truly 'heartbreaking'.

"Zhang Chonghui! You know nothing!"

Emperor Wanli, who had his mind exposed, immediately became angry and furious. In the blink of an eye, he was busy making excuses:
"Father, he is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty! He has everything to do every day! He is very busy! You! You are a troublemaker... No! You are a criminal! What do you know!"

This time, Zhang Chonghui no longer mocked the other party, but his face was filled with pity.

While looking at Emperor Wanli's eyes still so kind, Zhang Chonghui said rather melancholy, as if he felt sorry for him:
“Poor Your Majesty, it’s clear that your father doesn’t love you and your mother doesn’t love you, but you still want to lie to yourself?
Your Majesty, I really feel sorry for you. "

At this time, Emperor Wanli really broke his defense!

Zhu Yijun rushed towards Zhang Chonghui desperately, as if he wanted to bite him to death!
While rushing towards the opponent, Emperor Wanli shouted loudly:

"Zhang Juzheng! Die!"

……

"Father? Father? What's wrong with you? Ah! It hurts! Father!"

"Mother! Daddy, he bit me!"

……

Zhu Yijun finally woke up.

Seeing his fat son Zhu Changxun struggling to escape in front of him, Zhu Yijun was in a daze...

Zhu Yijun is still very sleepy now, so sleepy that he can't even open his eyelids. He really wants to just go back to sleep...

However, Zhu Yijun knew very well that he could no longer sleep. If he continued to sleep with such a series of dreams within dreams, he would not know when he would really wake up.

In order to prevent himself from still dreaming, Zhu Yijun slapped himself mercilessly!

The pain brought clarity, but it also made Zhu Yijun react. Just now, he seemed...

Accidentally...bitten my precious son...

……

After comforting his precious son, Zhu Yijun also learned that Zhu Changxun had been kneeling beside his bed for most of the night.

Zhu Yijun was very moved, but he also knew that this was a "bitter trick" that Zheng Mengjing ordered his son to do.

Zhu Yijun knew everything, but this still did not affect his willingness to fall into the trap. For him now, it would be good if he was willing to put in effort for him.

As for whether it’s true or false…

Is there anything real in this world?
Zhu Yijun had no choice but to smile bitterly. What emerged in his mind was not only the loving smile of Emperor Longqing towards him, but also the image of the emperor sending him away in a hurry, eager to make love with his concubine.

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun seemed to remember something and asked: "Is it snowing?"

"Your Majesty, it's snowing." Zheng Mengjing replied hurriedly while lying on the edge of the dragon bed, but her eyes were always on the baby son who was sleeping soundly in the emperor's bed.

At this moment, Zheng Mengjing's heart has stabilized. Even if the crown prince's position fell to the emperor's eldest son first, she would not panic at all.

Because Zheng Mengjing knew very well that she had completely 'killed' her emperor husband! Even if the other party knows all of her intentions, he is still willing to 'fall' into her 'trap'!
"Is he gone?" Zhu Yijun suddenly asked such a somewhat inexplicable question.

At this moment, everyone is wondering, who is this 'him'?

In the end, Zhang Cheng took the gamble and stepped forward and replied: "Your Majesty, Zhang Chonghui has been driven out of the Forbidden City."

It seemed that Zhang Cheng's answer was correct. Zhu Yijun's eyes were dazed, but he asked again: "It's snowing, how did he get here?"

"Uh..." Zhang Cheng replied with some embarrassment: "Back to the emperor...when Zhang Chonghui came...it wasn't snowing outside..."

"What if?" Zhu Yijun asked again inexplicably: "What if it snows, how did he get here?"

At this moment, Zhang Cheng didn't know how to answer...

Looking at the drowsy eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, it was obvious that he had not fully woken up from a hangover.

"Forget it..." Zhu Yijun, who was drunk, didn't seem to want the answer anymore. He closed his eyes and said feebly:
"Preach the message."

"Your Majesty, what is your message?" Zhang Cheng asked.

Zhu Yijun still had his eyes closed, but he gently patted Zhu Changxun, who was leaning in his arms and covered with the same bed quilt as him. He was still weak and said helplessly:

"Pass it down and make the emperor's eldest son the crown prince. On the day he leaves the cabinet, he will be given a bachelor's degree in the Hanlin Academy to give lectures to him."

Although Zheng Mengjing on the side had already expected such a result, she still couldn't help but look sad.

"Beloved, believe me." Zhu Yijun opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Mengjing while promising: "The country of our ancestors will eventually belong to Xun'er."

Zheng Mengjing smiled, with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, I believe you."

Perhaps it was Zheng Mengjing's forced smile that stung Zhu Yijun's eyes. A strong sense of guilt came over him, and he was anxious to make up for the lover in front of him.

"Pass it to me." Zhu Yijun looked at Zheng Mengjing with eyes full of guilt and love, but what he said was:

"On the day the eldest son of the emperor was crowned the crown prince, he immediately moved to Ciqing Palace. Concubine Gong, the Wang family, has no way of raising her son and is extremely rude. She is not allowed to see my son again, lest she lead the future heir to evil!"

……

Outside the Forbidden City.

Zhang Chonghui didn't expect that there would be someone waiting for him here.

And the person waiting for him was actually Gu Xiancheng, whom he had only met twice?
"Come out? It's pretty fast!" Gu Xiancheng stepped forward very familiarly and put the cloak in his hand on Zhang Chonghui's body.

Zhang Chonghui did not refuse the other party's kindness. After all, it was cold and windy today. If he hadn't been in good health, he would have caught a cold.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Chonghui asked.

"I'll pick you up." Gu Xiancheng said matter-of-factly.

"Pick me up?" Zhang Chonghui was surprised: "How do you know I can come out tonight?"

In response, Gu Xiancheng just laughed without explaining. He leaned closer and asked quietly: "Has the emperor agreed to the establishment of a crown prince?"

Zhang Chonghui just nodded, just when he was wondering why the other party came to pick him up when he was not related to him, and what his 'real purpose' was...

In front of my eyes, suddenly a grain of white flashed across...

Then, one pill, one slice, and another day...

The wind seemed to have stopped, but the snow was falling heavier and heavier.

"Snowing……"

Gu Xiancheng looked at the sky. The dim moonlight could not reveal the look in his eyes, but his tone seemed a little melancholy. But just in the blink of an eye, he laughed at Zhang Chonghui again and joked:

"Who says God is not hospitable? The sky is full of snow and wind, and it's a gift for you? Look! This snow! God is sending you snow as a gift..."

Zhang Chonghui, on the other hand, had no intention of admiring the snow scene, let alone being teased. He just looked at the other person calmly and asked:
"who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Faced with such a 'questioning' question, Gu Xiancheng raised his eyebrows, looked at the other person with deliberate eyes, and replied quietly:

"I am Zhang Juzheng."

When the words fell, the scene seemed to have stopped.

There was only the snow falling all over the sky, flying between the two of them...

(End of this chapter)