Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Da Yuan, whether male or female, can enter the office with talent, and there are not a few female generals who have been illustrious.

In addition, the folk customs are also very open, and there is absolutely no remnant of the feudal society's persecution of women in the later period. Women can wear men's clothing, practice martial arts and horseback riding, go out at will, participate in all social activities, and there is no moral restraint in women's training of women's virtue.

In this particular context, expressing affection is also extraordinarily bold.

For example, now, what the Taiwei Tongyuan Emperor said is almost a clear expression, "My granddaughter is interested in the third prince, Your Majesty might as well ask the third prince's meaning, if the husband is interested in the concubine, then it is better to choose a good day and auspicious day. marriage"

Zong Luo has not digested the shock of eating melons and eating himself. On the other side, Emperor Yuan said again: "Have you ever met the granddaughter of the Taiwei's family?"

"I've seen it." Zong Luo answered honestly, "But I've only seen it before, and I haven't spoken to it, nor am I familiar with it."

Because of this, he was particularly surprised.

Thinking of the conclusion that I had just thought in my heart that the little sister would definitely dislike Zong Yongliu's weak and scrupulous young masters, at this moment, I felt a sense of heartbreak in the middle of shooting myself in the foot.

Emperor Yuan nodded: "After the year, remember to pay more attention to this aspect."

No matter how open the Great Wilderness is and how popular the South Wind is, the idea of ​​inheriting the lineage is still rooted in the ideological system of the feudal society.

What's more, Zong Luo is not only the prince, but also the eldest brother, at this age again.

Unlike the ridicule of Puxin men in modern times, his family really has a throne to inherit.

Thinking of this, Zong Luo was also silent: "Okay."

In the past, he knew that he lacked family warmth since childhood, and he may also lack the ability to love people, so he almost never considered this issue.

As for now, Ma Zongluo thinks, if Emperor Yuan is really unreasonable with an imperial decree to grant marriage, even if it has nothing to do with love, he can only keep himself clean and be loyal to his family.

Of course, although Emperor Yuan was a tyrant, he was not foolish, and he was not going to mess up the mandarin ducks.

It's just that since he mentioned it, Zong Luo has to pay attention to this aspect.

After talking about this topic, Zhang Gong Nei became quiet again.

There are fewer memorials on Emperor Yuan's table than one book, while Zong Luo is sitting with the heater in his arms.

After a while, someone from the Tai Hospital came to deliver medicine to him.

Usually, he could fall down without paying attention. Under the eyes of Emperor Yuan, it was strange that Zong Luo had the courage.

This is estimated to be the fastest time for him to drink medicine, the least procrastination, and the time when he did not make any psychological preparations.

After drinking the medicine, he began to feel a little drowsy.

Emperor Yuan had just finished reviewing a stinky and long memorial, and when he turned back, he saw Zong Luoyi lying in bed for a few miles, hugging the stove with his legs crossed, his head on one hand, and his head bit by bit from time to time. Like chickens pecking at rice.

He immediately laughed angrily, picked up the memorial on the table and threw it over: "I asked you to accompany me to watch the night, it's better for you to start dozing off after sitting for a few minutes."

The hurried sound of breaking through the air came, and the vigilant sleep that had been cultivated over the years made Zong Luo raise his hand without looking at it and catch the small stack of memorials that flew over.

After such a tossing, he also woke up suddenly and laughed twice.

Before and after the New Year's holiday, the ministers all rested, and the memorials handed over were not much.

The northern blizzard was badly hit. After meeting him two days ago, Pei Qianxue left the capital without stopping. Emperor Yuan specially sent Xuanqi to escort him all the way, and personally delivered relief items to the affected areas.

Emperor Yuan rubbed his temples: "If you are sleepy, come over and watch the performance with me."

Zong Luo was so awake that he couldn't wake up anymore.

What is sparseness? It is a document sent by the minister to the emperor.

Before the Emperor Xianji, there were only two purposes for the memorial, please Ann and thank you. At this time, the memorials are generally nonsense in running accounts, and the inside is written: "xxxx kowtow to the emperor to ask the emperor's holy peace." As for the more important categories, it is presented in other ways, such as secret letters, such as more formal documents.

After Emperor Yuan, he strengthened the centralization of power and monopolized the power, which gave new meanings to the memorial—Chen Zhengshi, ceremonies, drastic changes, impeachment and absurdity, all of which are called memorials.

The general meaning is to say: useless please Ann and Xie En don't need to play for me! I'm very busy, I don't have time to give you comments and replies!

Furthermore, Emperor Yuan did not like those that have been handed down since the first emperor. They were full of gorgeous rhetoric and empty words. There were also those who wrote like a car and wheeled over half a page. To the key point of the sparse play.

Once he couldn't take it anymore, he caught a minister who had blown him 17,000 words and beat him up. Now the entire court knew that His Majesty did not like such a style of writing, and they all returned to simplicity, focusing on the facts and hitting the key points.

To sum up, the memorials that can be sent to Emperor Yuan in the end are all state and political affairs that are not sloppy, and each letter is very important.

For example, the letter that Zong Luo opened with trembling, actually recorded the situation of the dark guards patrolling the imperial city yesterday, and even the minor anomalies were clearly stated.

"This father, I'm afraid this is not very good."

Zong Luo shook his hand and almost didn't throw out the book, which was named Zuo Shushi as a secret letter.

Emperor Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What's not so good?! Isn't that the reason why you and the fourth elder will meet at Hualiu Street? It's not good to learn to play music earlier? Do you have a headache with the twisted words?"

In an instant, Zong Luo's heart sank to the bottom, and his limbs froze.

He didn't care about anything anymore, so he got up quickly, lifted his hem and knelt down: "Father, I have no intention of this son."

Although Zong Luo could never guess his father's true thoughts, he also knew that such a suspicious emperor would never be able to casually hand over top-secret reports to others for viewing.

Something is abnormal, in the final analysis, it is just a test.

Zong Luo's heart went cold, and he felt unspeakably sad.

It is said that companions are like companions to tigers, and who knows when they say a wrong word, they will step into the abyss.

Just like Emperor Yuan, he just presented the Divine Dragon Jade that he had carved with his own hands. The atmosphere was just in a happy mood, and in an instant, the fight went downhill because of this topic.

"What are you doing on your knees?"

Emperor Yuan put down his pen and frowned unabashedly: "I didn't criticize you. It's not necessarily a bad thing to be ambitious."

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Zong Luo's mind didn't turn around because of his father's attitude.

But listening to the meaning of Emperor Yuan's words, there is indeed no sign of anger.

Emperor Yuan beckoned him to get up: "Come here and grind some ink for me."

I don't know when, the huge palace was extremely silent, and even Yuan Jia, who was waiting on the side, quietly retreated, and he could only hear the clutter of the imperial city farther away.

Now that it was close to the hour, the sky was dark and dark.

When the time is right, there will be countless Kongming lanterns flying from the Sifang Wu Temple to the sky, spreading out to illuminate almost the entire imperial city.

Zong Luo stood up in surprise, picked up the compressed ink stick, and added water to grind it.

"You were just too unambitious before."

Emperor Yuan lowered his head to comment, and said calmly: "Benevolence is not a bad thing, but it is absolutely impossible without ambition."

The emperor's tone was casual, as if he was chatting with him: "Just what do you think? Cooperating with the fourth child, you can think of it."

Zong Luo didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head hurriedly, saying that what the father taught was.

On the night of the New Year's Day, it seems that this topic is not very good, and it seems to frighten people, so Emperor Yuan also mentioned it.

"Okay, spread these things aside for me, and put them in different categories."

So Zong Luo hurriedly unfolded the memorials that were put aside, glanced at them in a hurry, didn't dare to read more, and then sorted them into categories according to the content.

In the past, even Yuan Jia had never won this honor.

Emperor Yuan would rather spend a little more time reviewing it himself, rather than others touching the documents that these courtiers directly submitted.

Someone helped to fight, and the efficiency improved a lot.

Emperor Yuan saved a lot of heart, and the eyebrows that were tightly tightened all the way loosened slightly.

On the other hand, Zong Luo quietly raised his eyes, a little dazed.

The warm-colored palace lanterns were placed on the table, enveloping the emperor's condensed face inside, and the eyebrows and eyes that were usually sharp like a cold knife unsheathed were a little softer.

The deep and shallow vertical and horizontal projections projected by the Mian 旒 bead string make the facial features more and more profound.

Although there is no rule that you can't face Sheng Yan, very few people dare to look at Emperor Yuan, let alone look closely like Zong Luo.

It was because Zong Luo didn't dare before that he was a little lost now.

In modern times, fifty years old is just a prime age, but in ancient times it was considered an old age.

At least Zongluo never found out that his father had also reached the age when his temples began to appear gray.

In his memory, Emperor Yuan was always tall, majestic, and mysterious, like a mountain that could never be crossed, a god who could command wind and rain.

This is why, in his previous life, when he heard the news of Emperor Yuan's sudden illness and unconsciousness, he was so unbelievable.

It was only now that Zong Luo suddenly realized.

The candles will burn out, and the sea will eventually become a mulberry field.

Even the "Huainanzi" records that the Yunmeng Daze on the Jianghan Plain will dry up after thousands of years, leaving no traces.

Mountains also get old.

Is there anything in the world that doesn't change?

When the heavy ringing of the bell rang from the Great Wu Temple, Emperor Yuan just dropped the last stroke on the memorial.

He got up from behind the desk and walked out of the Zhang Palace.

Zongluo followed behind the king and crossed the crimson threshold of the palace.

In the distance, Kongming lanterns flew to the sky one by one, clustered together, and the night sky was covered with stars.

The scenery is picturesque, and the rivers and mountains are quiet.

This kind of grand occasion lasted for about a stick of incense.

When the lanterns and the voices of the people gradually subsided, Emperor Yuan turned to his side: "What? If you don't go back to rest, are you waiting for me to give you New Year's money?"

Dayuan Shou Sui also has the custom of giving out lucky money, but it is all for children.

Zong Luo was embarrassed, and just as he was about to speak, he listened to Emperor Yuan's order.

"Yuanjia, send the third prince back to the palace."

The old servant hurriedly took the palace lantern from the servant, "His Royal Highness, please come with the old servant."

The prince holding the stove in his hand hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, "Father's New Year's Eve, my son will retire."

After he finished speaking, he followed behind Yuan Jia and walked in the direction of Yuchun Palace.

Behind him, the always cold and solemn emperor stood with his hands behind his back, until the figure of the prince shrouded in the palace lantern could no longer be seen, then he slowly retracted his gaze, turned and walked back to the palace.