The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and it has been almost three months since Zhu Zhanzhen traveled through time.
The autumn colors are getting colder, the sweet-scented osmanthus fills the wind, and the courtyard is filled with the scent of crabs.
"Your Highness, these are crabs sent by Hu Shang Palace. You were taking a nap when she came just now, so you put down the crabs and left."
After taking a nap, Zhu Zhanchen put on some clothes and shivered.
He looked at the crabs. In modern times, such big crabs are very expensive, and ordinary people cannot eat them. In ancient times, it was also the same. Crabs with this appearance were supplied to the royal family and nobles. It's just a coincidence that here I am.
Royal family and dignitaries.
"Sang Yu, let's steam the crabs."
The long-legged little cook ran out and put a basket of crabs into the pot to steam.
The special aroma of fresh crabs wafted out soon. During the process of steaming the crabs, Chu'er took out three pieces of crabs. In the Ming Dynasty, there were no eight pieces of crabs but three main tools: hammer, knife and pliers.
Literati in the Ming Dynasty ate a lot of crabs, and Yingtian Mansion was also close to the crab production area, so Yingtian Mansion consumed a huge amount of crabs every autumn.
Fresh crabs are steamed and served on the table, paired with crab vinegar and a little ginger, which tastes extremely delicious.
If we talk about gourmets of this era, Zhu Gaochi must be at the top of the pyramid. He also likes eating crabs very much, and he asked the imperial chef to develop a variety of eating methods. He would eat hundreds of crabs every year, if not for
The crab meat was cold, but the princess advised her, otherwise the quantity would have to be increased.
Chu'er pried open the crab shell and took out the crab meat and roe bit by bit. Zhu Zhanchen just ate it. It was a very uncomfortable day.
Li Xiaozhu walked in and looked at Zhu Zhanzhen's lazy look. She didn't like it. Every little girl likes heroes and generals, not lazy and leisurely princes.
"Your Highness, Fifth Prince." Li Xiaozhu saluted respectfully.
The child bride came, and Zhu Zhanzhen invited her to sit down and eat crabs together, but Li Xiaozhu refused. She couldn't eat crabs, and she felt itchy after eating them, which was an allergy.
"Do you have a problem with me?"
"Hu Shang Palace was preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and couldn't be separated, so he asked me to ask His Highness what fillings he likes for the Mid-Autumn Festival moon cakes."
"Oh, I thought you missed me."
As soon as Zhu Zhanzhen said this, Chu'er, who was unpacking the crabs, Sang Yu, Xiaosheng and others beside him were all stunned. If he hadn't been teasing her in public, he would probably be criticized.
There was a tacit understanding of pretending not to hear, and Li Xiaozhu didn't blush: "Your Highness, you haven't answered yet, what kind of filling do you like."
Zhu Zhanzhen thought it was very boring to tease Li Xiaozhu. This person is not blushing or shy. When his face is not smiling, it makes people feel a little world-weary, but he hardly smiles.
"Bean paste."
"Your Highness likes sweet food."
"No, I don't like to eat moon cakes, but if I must eat them, I'll eat them with red bean paste."
"One more thing, Your Highness, the Crown Princess is planning to hold a moon-viewing and lantern riddle-guessing event in the back garden. There will be many princes and nobles participating. If you have any poems, you can prepare a few poems."
"Ah? Mother and concubine are admiring the moon, what are we going to do?" Zhu Zhanyang was surprised. The princess shouted that it must be the women of the princes and nobles who held the event.
"The Crown Princess said that before the moon viewing begins, all the royal grandsons, except His Royal Highness, will recite poems to the moon to cheer up the moon. The female relatives of the princes and nobles will also watch from across the lake."
Isn't this a blind date?
I don't know what my mother is up to.
"Of course, if His Highness can't write it, you can ask a scholar for help. Your Highness has already found someone."
Isn’t this looking down on people? What does it mean to ask someone for help if you can’t write? This is not the same as asking someone to write a novel. Only idiots find ghostwriters. We still have some moral integrity.
It's just that writing poetry is not his strong point after all, and Tang poetry and Song lyrics can't be used, and the time traveled is too late. If I traveled to before the Tang Dynasty, I would be the poetry fairy Li Taibai, but this era can't do it.
After nine years of compulsory education, most of them were Tang poems and Song lyrics. Now the only thing he can hear when he opens his mouth in the Ming Dynasty is Yu Qian's lime chants. He is not afraid of his bones being broken into pieces, and he wants to leave his innocence in the world.
However, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is somewhat inappropriate to say that one should remain innocent in this world. If you think about it carefully, you will have to consider it carefully.
I remember very few poems, but not none. There are still some classics among them.
"Go back and tell my mother-in-law that I won't embarrass her."
Li Xiaozhu didn't really believe in Zhu Zhanzhen, because he didn't look like the kind of person who could write poetry at all.
"Why don't you believe it?" Zhu Zhanzhen saw the doubt in Li Xiaozhu's eyes.
Li Xiaozhu shook his head, not sure whether he meant disbelief or denial of Zhu Zhanzhen's words.
"Forget it, what's there to say to a little girl like you? I'll wait until you're a few years older before reciting poems against you, parking in the maple forest at night, and the Yellow River flowing into the sea."
"Why is it that Your Highness can only say half a sentence of poetry?"
"I can't say enough."
Li Xiaozhu felt that Zhu Zhanzhen was babbling and there was something in his words, but how could a little girl in this era know so much.
Seeing Li Xiaozhu was about to leave, Zhu Zhanzhen stopped her and said, "By the way, have you seen Concubine Taisun?"
"I saw it from a distance."
The chosen concubine must choose a good and auspicious day to get married. The time has not come yet, it is scheduled for November 21st, winter.
Hu Shanxiang, who was elected as the grand concubine these days, has been living alone in a separate courtyard. She does not leave the house and no one can see her. She only comes out occasionally when the concubine is looking for her. She is still secretive and does not let anyone see her.
People watch.
It's like hiding a big treasure. The main reason is that it is not good to meet before marriage. The ancient rules are to avoid being seen by Zhu Zhanji.
"Do you look good?"
"She is so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful and luxurious woman in my life." Lee Hyo Joo was not stingy with her compliments.
It seems that Hu Shanxiang is really what history said, but this kind of person was deposed as the Queen Mother after Zhu Zhanji became emperor.
In ancient times, even the best women had no status without heirs. If Hu Shanxiang could have left his eldest son early instead of giving birth to a child after Sun Ruowei, then it would not be so easy to dethrone her position as queen.
After all, etiquette and law are there, and there is order between elders and younger ones.
After Li Xiaozhu left, Chu'er asked curiously: "Your Highness, why does the Crown Princess want you to compose a poem?"
"Firstly, to add to the fun, and secondly, perhaps to let the princes or the ladies of the Hou family see what our grandsons from the East Palace look like."
"Is it possible that we have to choose a concubine for His Highness?" Chu'er said with curiosity on her face while breaking off the crab legs.
Xiaosheng's eyes indicated that she was asking too many questions, but fortunately Zhu Zhanchen didn't care.
"Maybe." Zhu Zhanchen raised his head and looked at the rounding moon.
Since the last time North Korea paid tribute to two princesses, Zhu Zhanzhen has understood that the methods of his mother and other harem women are subtle but difficult to prevent. Fortunately, this is his own mother, otherwise he doesn't know whether he will be arranged.
"Could it be the arrangement of the mother-in-law again this time? What is she arranging?" Zhu Zhanzhen muttered to himself. He really didn't understand the affairs between women.
"Hey, you can ask my Aunt Hu, she is my mother-in-law's confidant."
"Where is Hu Shang Palace now?"
"I guess I'm busy at the Shang Palace Bureau."
"I'll go see her."
"No, Your Highness, you haven't finished reading what His Highness the Grand Sun sent you to read."
Zhu Zhanyi looked at the notebook on the table. It was sent by Zhu Zhanji. It was the problems that Zhao Quan had responded to these days and his own solutions. He ordered Zhu Zhanyi to read it today.
After wailing, Zhu Zhanzhen had no choice but to look at it.
He frowned when he saw this. The brochure said that foreign banks had recently launched a twenty-year regular savings program. Is it okay for foreign banks to do this?