First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Seeing his mother like this, Ming Sheng was not surprised, on the contrary, he understood very well. When His Highness the Crown Prince said just now, his first reaction was to knelt down to express his loyalty, and even expressed his reluctance to miss Shu, to show himself There is no difference.

Mrs. Peng is not the kind of ignorant woman who doesn't know much about anything. After her husband passed away, she listened to the government and managed government affairs behind the curtain as the queen mother when her son was young. In the end, he was still the master of the house.

Ming Sheng supported his mother who was in a precarious figure and said: "Mother, my son has refused in every possible way, but His Highness has already made up his mind, and I can see that His Highness really has this intention, rather than trying to test it."

Peng wept and said: "My son, are you blinded by the desire for power? No matter what others say or do, you should never agree to it. Mother is not afraid of life and death at her age, but what about you?" ?”

Seeing the mother's crying and mourning, the grievances that Rong Mingsheng had accumulated for a long time couldn't help but burst out: "Mother, if my son has a chance, it's fine, but if there is a chance, if the son doesn't grasp it, is it true that he will be looked down upon by others in the court for the rest of his life?" ?"

"Bearing the title of Marquis of Guiyi for the rest of my life, can I really have a happy death? Even if I die happily, there will be no favor left for my children and grandchildren. What hope can they have in the future?"

"You... you... that's all. Recently, I embroidered a set of phoenix robes for the empress's Qianqiu birthday as a congratulatory gift. After a while, I will bring them to the empress. Your highness is pure filial piety. As long as the empress is willing to take care of you, you can always keep it safe." Your life."

As a mother, her son's grievances are of course very clear, but in her eyes, it is better for her son to be alive than to be dead. Even if the descendants have no wealth to rely on, there is nothing wrong with guarding the soil and farming as a dog of peace.

Now I can only pin my hopes on the Empress Empress. Fortunately, since she returned to Beijing, she has had many contacts with the Empress. They have followed her husband all the way from troubled times, and they can talk about many things together.

This friendship was originally what she deliberately asked for, and she planned to save her son one day, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, and she didn't know if the empress could fulfill it.

After venting his emotions, Ming Sheng gradually regained his composure. He wiped his face with his sleeve and helped his mother to sit down. Then he quickly and calmly recalled the conversation in the Hall of Martial Arts and the prince's tone of voice, and made sure that he was not dazzled by the surprise. disaster.

The mother and son began to communicate word by word. After a long time, Peng's face was shocked and his thoughts were confused. Is this really true?

Ming Sheng wanted to laugh but couldn't. He was very happy and sad this day, and now he has no mood swings. He just sighed and said: "Father is blessed by the spirit of heaven, His Royal Highness is merciful, we finally survived and can go back to Sichuan gone."

Mrs. Peng touched her son's face and said: "There is no shortage of people in the imperial court. The prince must have some deep meaning in appointing you, but no matter what, you must do your best. Son, don't have any delusions, and don't be deceived by others." Otherwise, mother will never see you again in this lifetime."

"With you watching...Mom?"

Ming Sheng's words became lower and lower, but Peng showed a smiling face and said, "To be a man, you must be content, and you must not push yourself too hard. The Crown Prince trusts you and is willing to use you. How can you not have any sincerity?"

"It's not only that mother wants to stay, but mother also wants to arrange a marriage for you as soon as possible. It's just that I will wrong my son, but marrying a wife and a virtuous person, at this time, it doesn't matter what family you belong to."

Mrs. Peng's words were very firm, apparently leaving no room for his son to refute. His son is good in everything, both talented and virtuous. The only thing is that he lacks some assertiveness.

Ming Sheng knelt down in front of Mrs. Peng slowly: "My son is unfilial... I have caused my mother so far, but I can't serve her knees day and night, I am really a son of man."

Ming Sheng didn't say anything about asking for the crown prince. He asked for grace before he had done any hard work. This is obviously not what a wise man would do.

Mrs. Peng comforted her, "My mother lives in the Marquis's Mansion in the middle of the capital. The servants serve me instead of working hard. There is no shortage of you to serve me."

"My son will definitely earn honor for my mother. Returning to Yihou Mansion is definitely not a place for my mother and son to settle down and condescend!"

How can one give up eating because of choking in life and work? Could it be that he doesn't go to the post because he can't take his mother away?

That is to put the mother's safety in the minds of others. Only when he stands out, makes contributions in Sichuan, and wins the prince's letter as his confidant, can the mother truly enjoy the wealth and honor.

Mrs. Peng began to plan for her son to take up the post. The old friends of Ming Xia had already been scattered in various prefectures of Ming Dynasty to serve as officials, and their affection had long been dispersed with the wind and rain.

There are still a few clan relatives in Beijing, but they are all mediocre, not to mention being helpful, it is lucky that they are not slowing down, but with only a small manpower, how can they accomplish anything if they go alone.

Mrs. Peng sighed: "The old stories your father left for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to use them any more, and there isn't much use among your relatives either."

Ming Sheng couldn't bear his mother worrying about him, so he said: "After all, Shu land is different from other places. The old things left by father are gone, but the favor left behind is still in the hearts of Shu people. When a son takes office, there will always be someone who will follow him."

"I hope so, but I think His Royal Highness should have a plan. Since he wants to use you, he will never let you be a clay sculpture and wood sculpture."

At this time, a servant's voice came from outside the door, the mother and son put their postures together, and the servant came in to report: "The young one is reporting to the old lady Hou Ye, the young one is going to the study to fetch a new book for the Hou Ye, and when he comes back, he passes Guide The house is noisy, and I heard that the emperor ordered Guidehou to be reprimanded and moved to Koryo this morning..."

The mother and the son looked at each other after hearing this. Only by comparing everything can we know the difference. Guiyihou’s mansion is overjoyed, and Guide’s mansion is mourned. Where is Goryeo? It’s a remote place, a small barbarian country with extremely bitter cold, how can there be a way out here? , is tantamount to exile and distribution.

The mother and son's gratitude to the prince became more and more profound. They knew that in the eyes of the emperor, there was no difference between Mingsheng and Chen Li.

Scholars die for their confidantes, and for Mingsheng now, it is the grace of life and death. Even if he doesn't care about himself, don't he still care about his mother? How can he live in Korea at such an age.

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At noon, the father and son put down the memorial in their hands and closed their eyes to rest their minds and waited. Sure enough, the female officer in charge of Kunning Palace came to invite them not long after, saying that the empress empress invited the crown prince to have lunch.

Zhu Biao got up and moved his muscles and bones with a crisp sound. Zhu Yuanzhang walked to his son and said with a smile: "What did we say, you are right to give your bowl of porridge to you, hahaha."

Zhu Biao replied helplessly: "Yes, yes, father is wise."

Queen Ma's culinary skills are not very good, but perhaps because she cooks them less frequently, it is relatively rare, but the two of them cherish it very much, so they are willing to go out to eat.

All the way to Kunning Palace, I met a few concubines wandering around admiring the flowers, Zhu Biao was inconvenient to speak, so Lao Zhu dismissed it with a few words, which was quite worry-free.

"Do you remember that girl from the Duan family in Dali entered the palace today?"

"Yes, Tang Shuai has led the Confederate Army to advance into Yunnan, and the Duan family is still swaying, so Luo Hua arranged for the Ministry of Rites to welcome him into the palace as soon as possible."

"You go over and have a look in a while, and ask her to write a letter to her brother, and you also write an attached one. We are all a family, so stop haggling, and we won't buy it if it drags on."

"My son knows."

This is said with great confidence. Naturally, it is because the battle went smoothly. Tang He fought very well this time. According to the urgent military situation at eight hundred miles, four days ago, the Southern Conscript Army arrived at the Baishi River in the northeast of Qujing in heavy fog. .

After the fog cleared and the sky cleared, Dali Ma, a general under King Liang's command, saw the Ming army across the river and hurriedly dispatched elite soldiers to guard the river bank. The elite pinned down on the other side.

Another strange soldier, Fu Zhong and Feng Cheng, led his troops to cross the river secretly from the lower reaches, and went around to the back of Liang Wang's army. They set up flags in the valley, sang golden drums, and rushed to attack the formation. The Yuan army was in chaos. Ma retreated several miles and fought, and the Ming army crossed and fought head-on.

Tang He swung his troops into battle, shooting arrows and stones together, and the voices moved the ground. The two sides fought several times.

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