Chapter 133 As long as I don’t admit it, no one can judge me
At this moment, King Yan is still very young, only in his early twenties. It is the age when he shows his sharpness. He is very handsome and has a strong resemblance to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Is this the future Emperor Yongle? Li Qing continued to observe.
This man's legendary experience and achievements are no worse than those of his father, Zhu Yuanzhang.
Although he is not a student of history, he is still familiar with the deeds of Emperor Yongle.
The only vassal king in the unified dynasty who successfully rebelled!
Six voyages to the West, raising the country's prestige among all nations, building a canal, moving the capital to Beijing, five expeditions to Mobei, all nations coming to court, and compiling the Yongle Canon...
Looking at the hundreds of emperors in Chinese history, Zhu Di's achievements can definitely be ranked in the top ten. Some scholars of Ming history even think that he can be ranked in the top five.
After all, there are only three prosperous ages recognized by later generations, the prosperous age of Kaiyuan, the prosperous age of Yongle, and the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong.
However, the current King of Yan obviously did not have that kind of intention and just played tricks on his seventeenth brother.
Jin Yiwei was a close official of the emperor, and the distance between the two sides was only ten meters. Li Qingjing calmed down and mobilized her energy, so that she could hear the conversation clearly.
"Seventeenth brother, come and try the fine wine that fourth brother captured from the Yuan people." Zhu Di took out a wine gourd from his waist and smiled evilly, "It tastes good."
"Fourth brother, can you stop rubbing my face?" Xiao Qi, who was only five years old, cried sadly, full of grievances, "It hurts~"
"Then fourth brother, please be gentle." Zhu Di squeezed it 'affectionately' again, which made the little guy cry from the pain.
King Jin became interested and said, "Fourth brother, lend me your seventeenth brother to play with for a while."
"No." Zhu Di decisively refused and put the gourd mouth to Xiao Qi's mouth, "After drinking, fourth brother will stop rubbing your face."
Xiao Qi said timidly, "Fourth brother must keep his word."
"certainly."
"Okay, I'll drink." Xiao Qi picked up the wine gourd and took a big sip. He immediately spat it out with a loud sound. He kept coughing, his face turned red, and he kept spitting.
Shaju has been around since the Song Dynasty, and distilled liquor became popular in the Yuan Dynasty. The alcohol content is not as strong as that of later generations, and the taste is not as spicy as that of later generations of liquor, but it is still difficult for a child to accept.
"Haha..." Zhu Di laughed and said, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
"No, it doesn't taste good." Xiao Qi struggled to jump off his lap and said angrily, "Fourth brother is too bad."
"Even so, fourth brother, you are too much of a loser." King Jin stretched out his arms, "Zhu Quan, come to Third Brother."
"Okay." Xiao Zhu Quan made a face at the fourth brother and threw himself into the arms of the third brother, but he soon regretted it, "Third brother, I don't want to drink anymore."
King Jin's smile dropped, "You can drink the fourth brother's wine, but you can't drink the third brother's wine?"
You look down on Third Brother, right?"
"I, I don't." Zhu Quan cried, "I want to go back to the harem."
"You can go back if you want, just drink the wine."
The eighth prince couldn't stand it and advised: "Third brother, seventeenth brother is still young..."
"Go to the other side." King Jin glared, "Your skin is itchy, right?"
…
A smile appeared at the corner of Li Qing's mouth. This big family is really interesting, but should I say it or not, Lao Zhu is really good at giving birth.
Xiao Shiqi is only about five or six years old, maybe even younger than Lao Zhu's grandson. His body is quite strong.
After observing for a while, he found that the children and grandchildren of Lao Zhu's family were relatively harmonious. Except for King Qin, who kept his nostrils turned upward and looked like he didn't like to talk to others, everyone else was very kind.
After a while, Zhu Biao came over with his two sons.
The princes immediately stood up, King Yan was no longer bad, King Jin was no longer arrogant, King Qin also lowered his arrogant head, "My brother, I see His Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need to be formal, today is my father's birthday, so we are all sitting down." Zhu Biao said with a smile.
As soon as Xiao Qi saw the backbone coming, he immediately complained: "Brother, the third brother and the fourth brother bullied me."
Zhu Di explained, "Brother, Xiao Qi and I are playing around."
"Yes, yes, the fourth child and I teased the seventeenth brother because he was cute, but he didn't tease him." King Jin also quickly explained with a smile.
At this time, King Qin, who had been looking at people with his nose, said: "It is true that the third and fourth sons were playing around with Xiao Qi, and they just made Xiao Qi full of wine."
"Um?"
Zhu Biao frowned and said displeased: "What's going on with you two? The younger one is only five years old. Can he drink?"
The two of them were startled and turned around to wait for King Qin bitterly.
King Qin still had his nostrils turned upward, "Xiao Qi, is the second brother right?"
"Yes." Xiao Qi nodded crazily, tugged at the corner of Zhu Biao's clothes, and vowed to take revenge.
Zhu Di smiled dryly and said, "Brother, I gave Xiao Qi a sip of wine, but he spit it out. To say that he was drunk... it was the third brother who did it."
King Jin: (??｀??Д????)!!
Ouch, this is so interesting... Li Qing threw an orange segment into his mouth and continued to eat the melon.
In public, Zhu Biao did not go online. He only scolded the two of them a few words, and then introduced some uncles to his two sons.
"Yunwen (Yunxi) has met Uncle King Qin, Uncle King Jin, Uncle King Yan, and Uncle King Zhou."
The princes looked kind. Zhu Di picked up Zhu Yunwen and squeezed his cheek affectionately. "My obedient nephew, you grow up so fast."
Zhu Yunwen cried with a "wow" sound, which made Zhu Di look at a loss. He quickly put him down and said:
"Brother, I didn't scare him!"
"You didn't scare him, but you look scary." King Jin had just been teased and took the opportunity to tease him.
With that said, he picked up Zhu Yunxi and raised him high, "Yunxi, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid." Zhu Yunxi raised his little head, "Uncle King Jin, lift it higher."
"Okay."
The King of Jin was about to take action when he heard the young eunuch singing: "The Emperor has arrived."
He quickly put down his nephew and stood upright.
Li Qing also withdrew his gaze. At the same time, all the officials stood up and stopped talking, and the noisy scene suddenly became silent.
After a while, the dragon chariot came slowly.
The bright yellow sedan curtain opened, and Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma walked out arm in arm.
The ministers raised their robes and worshiped, "I wish you long live the emperor, and wish the queen a thousand lives. I wish you all the best, a long life, a healthy body, and a prosperous country..."
Zhu Yuanzhang did not follow common sense. After the ministers finished reading their congratulations, he did not let everyone stand up, but said:
"Only congratulate me, but not the queen?"
"..." The ministers quickly added, "I wish the Queen good fortune, a long life, and a healthy body..."
Zhu Yuanzhang was still dissatisfied and wanted his officials to change the number from one thousand to ten thousand, but Empress Ma stopped him.
"Get flat!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhu Yuanzhang pulled Queen Ma to sit down and glanced at Xiao Guizi beside him. Xiao Guizi gave a slight salute, stepped back a few steps, and turned to leave.
After a while, the palace maids and eunuchs began to serve the dishes. At the same time, the Jiaofang Secretary responsible for the palace etiquette and music got busy, and the birthday banquet officially began.
Li Qing looked at the sumptuous dishes one after another and swallowed his saliva with greed. The meal today will definitely be satisfying, and there is no need to worry about anyone asking for food.
"Stop being ridiculous," Mao Xiang said angrily, "Please bear with me until the emperor moves his chopsticks."
"...Understood." Li Qing nodded helplessly.
Two quarters of an hour later, the dishes were served, with Zhu Biao taking the lead, and the vassal kings and princes came forward to congratulate Zhu Yuanzhang on his birthday.
Lao Zhu's family is really big. Fortunately, the table is long enough, otherwise it would be impossible to sit down.
All the princes and grandsons spent two quarters of an hour just wishing for their birthday.
Then came the nobles, then the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Rites... but Li Qing was starving.
He didn't even eat Wan Ling's meat buns this morning, just to wait for this good meal. Now there is a table of good food, but he can only look at it but not eat it, not to mention how depressed he is.
It's approaching noon, and the birthday wishes are finally over.
It was finally time to start eating... Li Qing looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's movements.
But at this moment, a Hanlin scholar stood up and said loudly: "I heard that the newly appointed governor of Jinyi Town, Mr. Li Qingli, is erudite and talented, and is good at composing poetry.
Today, the emperor celebrates his birthday, and all the ministries have presented new congratulatory messages. Only the Jin Yiwei is following behind, picking up people's wisdom. This is a bit unreasonable!
How about Mr. Li reciting a poem on behalf of the Imperial Guards?" He clasped his fists, "How about giving it to the Emperor and to us as well?"
Li Qing watched Zhu Yuanzhang pick up the chopsticks and put them down again. He was so angry that he cursed his mother.
Everyone in Jin Yiwei couldn't help but blush when they heard the word "picking up people's wisdom".
Liu Ming whispered: "Brother Li, we Jin Yiwei are all rough people, come on!"
"Praise the Emperor." Mao Xiang pointed out the theme.
I am just a fool, and the poems praising the emperor must be after the Ming Dynasty. Where do I want to go... Li Qing was speechless.
"Boss, I can't do it."
"You damn thing." Mao Xiang cursed in a low voice, "Don't you do the same thing in the brothel?"
Hu Bu raised his voice and said, "Master Li is talented, so don't be stingy."
"Yes! Mr. Li, please don't hide your secrets."
"Is it possible that Mr. Li doesn't want to offer poems to the Emperor?"
…
More and more people are echoing, and their words are becoming more and more fierce. Every word spoken by Mr. Li contains murderous intent.
Mao Xiang narrowed his eyes, and the faces of Liu Ming, Zhang Heng and others gradually darkened.
It is true that they are rough people, but it does not mean that they are stupid. The other party obviously has a premeditated plan and is targeting their Jin Yiwei.
"Can you do it?" Mao Xiang asked softly.
Li Qing turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhang, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't say anything, but looked like he was watching a good show.
He chuckled and said, "There are no poems praising the emperor, but there is one poem in reply to those idiots."
"..."
On the other side, Zhu Biao saw more and more people supporting him, and used the general trend to force Li Qing to write a poem, and said softly:
"Father, the ministries are dissatisfied with the excessive power of the Jinyiwei and want to use Li Qing as a breakthrough to attack the Jinyiwei."
"Yeah." Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, still looking like he was watching a show, and even had a smile on his lips, "It's starting to get interesting."