golden scales

August 21th, the [-]st year of Chongzhen, was the first birthday of the emperor's grandson Zhu Hegui.Before noon, Zhu Cihong took his wife and children to the side hall of the Qianqing Palace, and met his father, mother, empress, aunt, and concubine Yuan.

Today is also the catch Sunday of the eldest grandson of the emperor, not only the old people in the palace came, even Kun Xing entered the palace early in the morning to see what the little nephew would catch.

At this time, the bed in the side hall was already full of various small objects, such as jade, pens, books, knives, and even abacus... Such predictions about future occupations should not have appeared in the palace, especially For the eldest grandson of the emperor, his future occupation has basically been determined: he will be appointed as the grandson of the emperor, and then when the time is right--father and grandson will go big--to ascend to the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

The reason why this unfounded ceremony was held was that Zhu Cihong wanted to send a signal.

Even if one's own son is unworthy, he may not be able to become the heir to the throne.

Therefore, there are two completely different expressions in the hall. Those who understand have a deep expression, while those who don't understand are all beaming.

The only one who really understands the crown prince's intentions but still smiles is His Royal Highness Prince Yong.He really doesn't know the benefits of being a vassal who is controlled even when he goes out of the city. If he is not afraid of being sent to Fengyang to be imprisoned by his father, he sincerely hopes to change his background - for example, the general family is very good.

The first-year-old emperor's eldest grandson was put down by the wet nurse, and he chose among a bunch of things by himself.

"This custom is also called testing children. It is to see how the child's enlightenment education and future temperament will be." Zhu Cihong explained to the expressionless Queen Zhou.

He knew very well that Zhou Hou was expressionless, which was the biggest dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, Zhou Hou ignored it, and Quan pretended not to hear it.

The chubby Zhu Hegui, who was only one year old, sat on the bed, facing a large pile of utensils of the same color.Confused.Finally, he saw a round thing, he stretched out his hand to grab it, just enough to hold it in his hand, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth.

The nurse at the side was frightened half to death, and hurried forward to dig out what was in his mouth.Then he said: "Congratulations to the emperor and the young master, what the eldest grandson of the emperor grabbed is a piece of candy. In the future, life must be sweet and delicious."

Zhou Hou turned his head numbly, and said to his son, "What did you just say? It was to see the child's enlightenment?"

Zhu Cihong was also a little embarrassed.He is basically doing the child's enlightenment work, who knows that he has raised a foodie.

"It's good to have good food." Chongzhen said something pointedly, but the last word "ah" sounded like a sigh.

Since ancient times, the descendants of dragons and phoenixes are facing the current crisis?As a member of the royal family, he may even face the dilemma of working in the fields by himself.

Zhu Cihong subconsciously turned to King Ding and King Yong.This is why Chongzhen really cares.

It is not a big problem to make other clans suffer more. It is not that Chongzhen cannot accept the theory that "the sage is king".However, if it was implemented on his own son, it would be a bit unacceptable.The so-called palms and backs are all meat, Chongzhen is indeed very partial to the prince, but it does not mean that he does not love his other two sons.

It seemed that Yong Wang Cizhen had made up his mind to join the army. After struggling for several days in the martial arts hall of the capital, he finally sent the admission notice to the Secretary of General Affairs.It is said that he was only a non-commissioned officer when he came out of the martial arts hall, not even an officer.This is really starting from scratch.However, it is not a big problem if he can keep his title after five years of service.

Ding Wang Cijiong is somewhat worrying.According to the classification method of the crown prince, he is unworthy.

Although the artistic achievements of the Ming emperor's family are not as good as those of the Song Dynasty, the emperors since Xuanzong, whether calligraphy or painting, are worthy of the masterpieces of famous masters when they are taken outside, and they are in the hands of Emperor Tianqi.It also carried forward the art of woodwork to the extreme.This double advantage of genetics and teachers can't make King Ding look "virtuous".

Zhu Cihong heard what his father meant, and after thinking about it, he decided to talk to King Ding.

After the Zhou Catch Ceremony was over, all the people gathered in the Qianqing Palace dispersed, and Zhu Cihong stopped King Ding on the way.

"Cijiong." Zhu Cihong said, "I happen to have something to tell you."

Zhu Cijiong could only hide the boredom on his face.He stepped forward to salute and said, "Brother Huang."

Zhu Cihong got off the chariot, pulled Zhu Cijiong while walking and said, "Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?"

Zhu Cijiong already knew about the crown prince's so-called Fengxian theory, and he felt uneasy, so it's good to talk about it now.He said: "Brother Huang, Daming has its own ancestral system, this matter should not be discussed by my younger brother."

Zhu Cihong didn't mince words with him, and said bluntly: "In the future, if you want to win the title, you must have the title of master or doctor. Have you thought about which field to specialize in?"

"Brother Huang..." Zhu Cijiong paused before saying, "I just want to be a Prince of Taiping with peace of mind."

Zhu Cihong's fingers twitched involuntarily.He suppressed his anger, and said: "Well, Prince Taiping, enjoy the blessings like King Fu? By the way, do you know how old King Fu died? He was thrown into a cauldron by Li Zicheng, and boiled until it was rotten with venison. Then they were eaten. They said it was called Fu Lu Banquet. Are you talking about Prince Taiping like this?"

Zhu Cijiong's face was already pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: "Really, such a thing really happened?"

"My little brother," Zhu Cihong sighed, "Do you know why this world is named Zhu?"

"Because the ancestor's cloak was rained down..."

"Yes," Zhu Cihong nodded, "it was brought down by our ancestors. For 5000 years in China, only our Taizu has truly conquered the world from nothing. Only Chengzu is the only one who is difficult to control the world. It started from Chen Sheng and Wu Guang Shouting, 'Do princes and generals have a seed'? But only the second ancestor has truly achieved the ultimate. As a descendant of the second ancestor, you still think that you can be a Prince of Taiping by relying on your own "seed"?"

Both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di did not believe that the emperor had kindness, so they became emperors.But their descendants believe that the emperor and prince can be determined by blood. Isn't this a great irony?

"This world will not be peaceful in the next 300 years." Zhu Cihong put it bluntly: "If you look at the economic books I wrote, you should know that our current productivity is insufficient, and the land of China is too small compared to the land outside. It’s too barren. I can tell you clearly, as long as I don’t die, there will be no peaceful days in the next 50 years, when horses put Nanshan swords and soldiers into storage. Do you still want to be the Prince of Taiping?”

"Brother Huang..." Zhu Cijiong almost cried, "Little brother, I am stupid, I can't learn anything well, I am timid, and I faint when I see blood... What can I do, Brother Huang? Please take care of me." For the sake of my mother and my compatriots, let me spare my younger brother."

Zhu Cihong frowned: "What am I forcing you to do again? I just don't want my brother to become a useless person!" Zhu Cihong suddenly saw the Crown Princess looking at him, realized that he was a little too aggressive, and immediately calmed down, saying: "You This year is seventeen, at this age..."

"I know that the emperor is already fighting for the Ming Dynasty at this age!" Zhu Cijiong also raised his voice: "It's just that there is only one emperor in the world after all, can everyone be born to know each other like the emperor, who is long and godlike?" , Strict self-discipline? Didn’t Brother Huang himself say that people are like parts in a clock, each with its own differences, and it’s because of their differences that this world can work?”

"I did say so." Zhu Cihong waited for Zhu Cijiong to finish venting, and said coldly: "But you didn't find your position. In a clock, there can be no useless parts. You are my younger brother, the king named Ding by my father. I can't cut your title, but if you can't reflect on yourself and find your place in this clock, I won't agree with you to become a feudal lord. Oh, and, have you heard? From next year, Daming's All the clan members have no Lumi to receive."

Leaving those words behind, Zhu Cihong didn't want to say anything more.Prince Taiping, a wealthy and idle man, may satisfy many people.

In fact it is a kind of laziness.

The reasons for this kind of laziness are different. Some of them are because of the difficult social environment. No matter how hard-working they are, it is impossible to get rich. They cannot withstand repeated blows, and some people will surrender to laziness.However, King Ding does not belong to this category. He belongs to a more fundamental vice: liking leisure and hating work.

This was unacceptable to Zhu Cihong.In his house, a mass of mud that cannot support the wall is never allowed.It is a pity that King Ding is his younger brother but not his son. He has the obligation to advise and guide, but he has no right to teach and punish.

"I won't have any more children after I have Qiuguan." Duan walked to Zhu Cihong's side and murmured in a low voice.

"Huh?" Zhu Cihong didn't realize why the Crown Princess said so suddenly.

"I'm afraid that if I have another child, I won't like Qiu Guan anymore," Duan said.

"How is it possible..." Zhu Cihong blurted out, and suddenly realized that it was his wife reminding herself: Zhou Hou has two sons, the eldest son is worthy, but it doesn't mean she doesn't like the younger son.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat!

"Can't we start counting after King Ding and King Yong?" Duan said in a low voice, "It will also save the emperor's father and mother from feeling uncomfortable."

Zhu Cihong raised his head and let out a long sigh, then thought of his son again, and said, "You should have more children."

"Huh?" Duan blushed.

"I and Cijiong are blood brothers, we have the same set of genes." Zhu Cihong said: "It can be seen that the dragon has nine sons, and the sons are different."

Duan didn't understand the question of genetics, but the last sentence is very clear: If Qiu Guan grows up like a crown prince, he probably won't have a throne to sit on.In order to avoid the situation where Daming does not have a helmsman in the future, the Crown Prince wants to have more children just in case.

This sounds like a good thing, but why am I not happy at all?

Thinking of the situation where her sons would be caught in the fight for the throne, Duan couldn't help feeling horrified.It wasn't until the crown prince asked her when she came to Hong Kong last time that she realized that the crown prince wasn't scaring her, but that he really had such a plan, and now the days had begun to count. (To be continued..)

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