First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Empress Ma nodded and said: "Order the dining room to make two side dishes and some refreshments."

Naturally, Empress Ma knew whether there was any lunch in Jinshen Hall, she had already eaten, and she said she wanted to come for lunch, she must have known her son was coming, but she couldn't save face, so she had to put on a show like this.

Zhu Biao got up and started to move slowly. He had to eat three times for a lunch. It was a bit exhausted. Seeing this, Empress Ma ordered someone to bring a plate of hawthorn cake first.

After three cups of tea, the voice of saluting and shouting long live sounded outside the palace. The two women came out one after the other, their faces were very plain, and their behaviors were well-behaved. No one could fault them.

"The concubine (son) pays homage to the sage, long live my emperor."

Zhu Yuanzhang still had a smile on his face at first, so it can be seen that he can only lower his face: "Excuse me."

"Thank you, my lord."

Lao Zhu didn't know what to say afterwards, so he couldn't hold back his face and went straight in. He walked like a tiger, and he was very heroic, but the queen and the prince seemed not to be in a hurry.

After the emperor sat down, the palace people served dishes and pastries one by one. Empress Ma naturally sat on one side and said softly, "Biaoer, you can sit too."

"My son thanked my mother."

Zhu Biao sat down obediently, then got up again to serve his father, and then picked up a few pieces of pastries for his mother. His actions were smooth and smooth, not like a pampered prince who is used to being served by others.

The palace people did not dare to step forward, nor did they dare to retreat. Who would not know about this matter in the palace.

The two mothers began to eat with small mouthfuls, without saying a word, and they didn't even glance at the emperor from the corner of their eyes. Zhu Yuanzhang felt uncomfortable and regretted coming here.

The more he ate, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he got up and left. Empress Ma didn't move, Zhu Biao stood up and saluted, and when his back was gone, he sat down and took another piece of hawthorn cake.

Before eating half, a familiar figure bumped back, circling the dining table around the mother and son, panting like an old donkey pulling a mill.

The servants in the palace knelt down silently and buried their heads deeply on the ground, wishing they could put their faces and ears on their faces. In trembling, they finally waited for the scolding.

"You all get out!"

Fast, tidy and quiet, there are no outsiders in the hall in the breath, only this family is left.

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped in his tracks, glared at his son fiercely, and then said to his first wife: "Sister, Sun died of illness, didn't you also advise us to take care of it, and do our best to increase Sun's virtue, why don't you do it now?" Are you willing?"

Empress Ma said sternly: "The concubine is not unwilling, Mrs. Sun and my Zhu family have made contributions and worked hard, and they have always served the concubines respectfully, so I regret it."

"It's just that now because of the concubine, Biao'er insists on not being filial to his concubine. How can the concubine bear it if the pity is so filial?"

In the final analysis, it was still on this stinky boy, Lao Zhu said dissatisfiedly: "The deceased is gone, it's just a matter of mourning!"

Zhu Biao stood up and replied, "Your son has a biological mother, so he must never serve his wife and keep his filial piety!"

Zhu Yuanzhang blushed when he heard the words, and slapped the table fiercely. It was no longer about the Sun family, but what he said, a good son who grew up spoiled and spoiled. Ken listened, and he stood up in front of the court's civil and military officials.

If other people faced the oncoming coercion, they would have been frightened by the authority of the king and knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy. Whether Wen Neng left his name in history as a prime minister, Shang Shu, or a general who can destroy thousands of troops Whether it's the marshal, it's all the same.

But Zhu Biao also knelt down, but his head did not lower, and he still looked at his father calmly, without the slightest deviation in his eyes, and he did not intend to admit his mistakes and apologize.

Damn, you deserve to be my son!

He could feel that his son's firmness at this moment did not come from the party members of the Eastern Palace, nor did he rely on the old father-son relationship. He simply wanted to use his own attitude to express this matter. Will not be forced to think about it, so as to give in.

At this time, Lao Zhu didn't know whether to continue to be angry or to laugh, so he could only look at his son with a sullen face and deep eyes, and turned his face away with a cold snort when his eyes became sore.

I have to admit that I have long been used to being my only self, so I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart at this time. Is it too early to delegate power to this brat?

Empress Ma said at this time: "Biao'er personally drafted Sun's posthumous title and sacrificial text. I think the writing is very good. Chongba, you also have a look."

Her voice shattered the haze in Zhu Chongba's heart, and also eased the dull atmosphere in the hall. The air seemed to start to flow at this time.

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand to take the view, "The concubine who heard the ancients, her virtue is enough to support the internal affairs, and the one who governs the thick and thick, after the death, there must be a ceremony of posthumous posthumous title.

However, the noble concubine Sun, with prudent capital, pure and gracious deeds, diligent in doing things, and caring with kindness, when the country was first established, prepared the way of warning and complement each other, and her virtue was the highest among concubines, and her merits were helpful. In Zhongwei, Fang Qi enjoys An Rong, and Zeng Mo ranks among Shou Kao. It is advisable to add a posthumous posthumous title to show respect, and the posthumous posthumous title can be called Cheng Mu. "

To offer sacrifices at four o'clock, the Ministry of Rites prepares ceremonial objects for sacrifices on the day of death every year.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face softened a lot, at least his son meant to ease up, not to defy to the end.

"The prince doesn't want to, so that's all, let the king of Wu..."

Zhu Biao lowered his head and interrupted: "Although the king of Wu is young, he also knows the meaning of filial piety. He said that the noble concubine is not a concubine but not a child. He dare not curse life because of death, and would rather avoid the position of honor."

Zhu Yuanzhang was unhappy again and reprimanded: "Sun has no children, but he took good care of you and other brothers during his lifetime, why didn't he show any respect for his parents!"

"The imperial concubine passed away, and the ministers and other brothers should mourn for three days and fast for one month, but they should never condescend to serve the concubine, so that the father and the emperor want to change the law to calm the mood and reverse the rules."

Seeing the father and son who were about to stand up again, Empress Ma had no choice but to divert her and said, "I heard that the elder brother of the Sun family, Sun Miao, is doing well in Henan. Can you give me some kindness at your discretion?"

Zhu Biao didn't speak, Lao Zhu frowned and said: "Sun Mi's talent is ordinary, if he adds an official to the top, he will mislead others and himself, and he can't be awarded a title..."

Zhu Yuanzhang attached great importance to titles. Even the founding fathers were knighted only if they had military exploits. There were very few civil servants, let alone now.

Moreover, it is the noble concubine Sun who is affectionate, and it is difficult for Sun Li to count even her relatives, so naturally she will not support her for nothing, and her own queen's relatives are only rewarding money and food.

"You can add a salary to reward the farmland, and let the Sun family be responsible for offering sacrifices in the future."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, but what he was thinking in his heart was that there were few things that the court could reward his ministers to represent the emperor's grace, and it might be time to carry out the reform of the public service system played by the Ministry of Rites.

At this time, the female officer of Kunning Palace came in: "His Majesty, Your Majesty, King Jin, King Chu, King Wu, and several little princes are all outside the hall to meet you."

"What kind of chaos are they all here to make, let them all copy the filial piety scriptures ten times for us!"

"promise."

The female officer went out to deliver the imperial edict to the princes, and the eye circles of Wu Wang Zhu's eyes turned red instantly, and the younger ones who didn't understand it only felt that they were reprimanded and punished for copying books, so they all started crying.

Both Zhu Xi and Zhu Yan frowned in dissatisfaction. The emperor's heart was so hard this time that he didn't even care about his eldest brother's dignity, so naturally he wouldn't worry about them.

Doing filial piety for a year is not easy, taboos in all aspects, let alone eating, drinking and enjoying, wearing sackcloth to worship will be accepted, and those who have no relatives or reasons, who would be willing.

What's more, this matter is mainly about disgusting people. A mere concubine is a concubine, how can she deserve such respect from the Eastern Palace and the kings.

Hearing his younger brother's crying, Zhu Xi became more upset and annoyed, turning his face and scolding: "I know how to cry, I'm useless, hum, come with me!"

Zhu Yan grabbed his second brother and said in a low voice: "You can't go, the eldest brother is still inside, and Liu Jin is standing there, so it can be seen that the trouble inside is at a critical moment."

If Zhu Xun was not affected by his temper, he would actually be very smart. The matter was his own, so he suppressed his temper and told his younger brothers: "Kneel down, we won't leave if the emperor doesn't see us."

After saying that, he knelt down neatly, his movements were extremely chic and free, his skills could reach the Tao, and his art could reach the meaning of the gods. The little ones were all taken aback, and couldn't care less about crying.

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