Brother Zhu Youxiao

Chapter 44
"I have ascended to the Great Treasure with my humble deeds, and at night I am afraid that I will not dare to live in ordinary people. The administration obeys the Ming, and the emperor's will will be mourned..."

"Emperor's eldest son, Maozhi, British capital, Kehe artifact, heir to the throne, he abides by the ancestors' constitution, is close to the virtuous and diligent in learning, establishes the government and the people, abides by the code and makes the crown, chooses auspicious things for marriage, travels in and out of daily life, and should be cautious about serving the imperial affairs. Duanliang internally and externally, with a hundred civil and military skills..."

"Decree to Chinese and foreign envoys to hear..."

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

At the Chengtian Gate, when Zhu Changluo's edict was read out, three thousand officials from the capital sang the ceremony, and Zhu Youxiao also took out his enthronement edict, and the eunuchs sang:
"Our country has been entrusted by the destiny of heaven, and we have been in harmony with each other. The sages have inherited their virtues from generation to generation. The Emperor Yuanliang has been in charge of the emperor for more than [-] years, and he has been wise and talented..."

"The edict will only be announced on the second day of October, the heaven and the earth, the ancestors, and the country, that is, the emperor will take the place of me, and Liangde will be in the deep dimension of Xiaochong..."

After the enthronement edict of thousands of words was eloquently read by the eunuchs of the twenty-four yamen, it was already dawn.

When the time came to Chenshi, the Chengtianmen's role ended like this.

According to history, Zhu Youxiao's succession should be in the Wenhua Hall, Wenhua Gate, and Meridian Gate, but because the enthronement ceremony was delayed for nearly a month, there was more time to prepare, so he did not ascend the throne hastily like Zhu Changluo.

When the process is completed, the next step is to go to the Fengxian Hall to pay homage to the obituaries of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youxiao, who was dressed in the emperor's mianfu and held a Dagui handed down from the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, walked in front of all the officials.

Compared to them being able to take a car, other officials in their fifties and sixties could only walk to the Fengxian Hall on the west side of the imperial palace.

Zhu Youjian was bored sitting on the elephant leg, so seeing that the censors could not see what was going on in the car, he ran to the door of the elephant leg and said to Wang Chengen who was driving:
"Cheng En, ask someone to go back and prepare something to eat, I'm starving to death."

"Your Highness, wait a moment. After a while, Your Majesty may ask you to accompany you to Fengxian Hall." Wang Chengen responded calmly, but Zhu Youjian said helplessly:

"The enthronement ceremony is held early in the morning, and the chef and the imperial dining room are not prepared to order food. Is this to starve to death before the enthronement ceremony?"

Zhu Youjian, no matter in his previous life or in this life, can endure everything, except he can't suffer from hunger.

When he is hungry, he tends to get irritable. Seeing this, Wang Chengen could only hand over the reins of the elephant rein to Cao Huachun who was next to him. Then, hiding from the eyes of the censors, he secretly took out a yellow satin-wrapped horse from his bosom. The bag, pushed the door and handed it in.

"Okay, I sure didn't misread you, Cheng En!"

After receiving the yellow silk and satin, Zhu Youjian's mood immediately improved, and he quickly opened the silk and satin, and saw the mung bean cake he likes to eat.

"Your Highness, eat slowly, don't choke, don't get it on the crown, it's easy to be seen."

Cao Huachun pushed in a bamboo kettle, but Zhu Youjian didn't want to respond, so he opened his mouth and showed off seven or eight pieces of mung bean cake, and then swallowed it with a sip of water.

"belch……"

The hiccup sound came from the elephant, and a censor who was closer to them looked over suspiciously. Fortunately, Wang Chengen coughed softly to cover up the sound.

The mung bean cake in his hand had eaten eight yuan, but there were still four yuan left.

Zhu Youjian didn't eat it by himself, but wrapped it in silk and hid it in his arms.

He thought about it, and felt that Zhu Youxiao probably didn't eat it either, but he could give him some when he entered Fengxian Hall later.

Thinking of this, he wiped his mouth, and took a picture with the bronze mirror inside the elephant, and after confirming that there were no flaws, he picked up the Yugui again, waiting for the news of going to Fengxian Hall.

The Minister of Honglu Temple didn't let him wait too long, after a while, he rang the bell and said:
"Stop!"

"Get out of the car, all the ministers avoid, the Prince of Heaven enters the Hall of Fengxian, and obituaries the former emperors of the Ming Dynasty."

When the sound sounded, all the officials and workers turned around one after another, while Zhu Youxiao and Zhu Youjian walked slowly towards Fengxian Hall.

Generally speaking, if the emperor wanted to see his ancestors, he would come to the Fengxian Temple to worship.

There are only nine positions in the front hall of the Taimiao, namely Ming Dezu (Zhu Yuanzhang’s great-grandfather Zhu Bailiu, posthumously, and enjoys the "privilege" of never leaving the Taimiao), Ming Taizu, Ming Chengzu, Ming Xuanzong, Ming Yingzong, Ming Xian Zong, Ming Xiaozong, Ming Ruizong (Jiajing father), Ming Wuzong.

No matter how these nine people looked at them, they felt a little alienated, so they might as well come to Fengxian Hall to see the portraits.

However, they are generally free and have nothing to do, and no one will come here to observe the appearance of their ancestors.

Zhu Youxiao and Zhu Youjian walked into the Fengxian Hall one after the other, but at the moment the Fengxian Hall was empty, only the Honglu Temple Minister and the Living Zhuguan followed in.

Inside the hall, there are portraits of fourteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty. Among them, Zhu Youjian took a special look at Zhu Yuanzhang's portrait.

"Isn't this the normal portrait of future generations? I said that it is impossible for normal people to grow up like that..."

Looking at the portrait of Zhu Yuanzhang sitting in the hall with pearls and round jade on the Fengxian Hall, Zhu Youjian couldn't help complaining about the portraits of later generations with a shoehorn face.

But looking at it, he felt something was wrong.

He looked at Zhu Youxiao, then at Wanli, then at Zhu Changluo, and thought about himself.

"unlucky……"

Thinking that he looked more like Zhu Changluo, Zhu Youjian cursed bad luck in his heart.

"salute……"

At this time, the Minister of Honghe Temple began to strike the bell and sing the salute, while Zhu Youjian and Zhu Youxiao started five prostrations and three prostrations respectively.

After the big ceremony was over, the living Zhuguan and Honglusi Qing also walked out of the Fengxian Hall.

According to the procedure, Zhu Youxiao and Zhu Youjian need to stay inside for a quarter of an hour, and this is a good opportunity for Zhu Youjian.

"elder brother……"

Zhu Youjian poked Zhu Youxiao's back with Yugui, and Zhu Youxiao turned his head to look in puzzlement, his face pale.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Youxiao was a little puzzled, but his eyes lit up in the next second.

I saw Zhu Youjian took out the mung bean cake wrapped in yellow silk from his arms, and Zhu Youxiao didn't even have time to ask him if he ate it, so he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slow down, don't get it on your clothes..."

Seeing Zhu Youxiao gobbling it up, Zhu Youjian couldn't help feeling proud.

"Sure enough, it's still my first priority."

"Is there any water?" Zhu Youxiao felt a little choked as he ate, but it would be nice if Zhu Youjian could bring mung bean cakes. There is no room for water.

He could only look around Fengxian Hall, and finally saw the golden jug placed on the sacrificial table.

In front of Zhu Youxiao's wide-eyed eyes, he directly brought the golden jug over, and muttered:
"The ancestors can't just watch their descendants choke to death in front of the palace..."

As he said that, he handed it to Zhu Youxiao, and Zhu Youxiao almost rolled his eyes in choking. He couldn't manage so much, so he gulped it down suddenly.

After finally calming down the feeling of choking, he took a long breath, then put the jug back respectfully, put his hands together and said:
"My ancestors are my ancestors, my younger brother is naughty, so don't offend him..."

"..." Seeing Zhu Youxiao's actions, Zhu Youjian was numb.

He obviously took the flagon to save Zhu Youxiao's life, so how could this be his own joke?
But seeing that Zhu Youxiao had almost eaten, he patted the mung bean cake residue on Zhu Youxiao's body, and after checking that there was no problem, he walked out of Fengxian Hall.

It's just that they didn't know that when they walked out of Fengxian Hall, in the corner under the window outside Fengxian Hall, a living commentary officer with a pen in his mouth was wrinkling his facial features, struggling to say:
"This matter... do you remember..."

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