Lord Moyu was forced to open

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather is cold but also sunny.

In the twelfth lunar month, the wind is gentle and the mood is spring. At that time, I was passing by my neighbor because of the scattered policies. In Chaimen, the grass is smokey, and there are many traces of cattle on the wild waterside. If you are sick, all you need is medicine. If you don't do your homework, you are an idle person. Nowadays, Buddha porridge is fed to each other, and Juejiang Village is saving new things.

This is how the previous poet Lu You described the Laba Festival in "Walking to West Village on December 8th".

In the morning, I drank porridge from the temple building. I was not hungry, and my mood was getting better. I felt that the vegetation in the small village by the river was getting greener, and it looked like a New Year scene.

In today's Song Dynasty, such a scene is also a beautiful scenery in today's Song Dynasty.

Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, according to custom, temples all over the country will open their doors. The temples use small ingredients such as "walnuts, pine nuts, persimmons and chestnuts" to cook "Laba porridge" and give it to the donor's home.

In previous years, the so-called donors would naturally not be ordinary people but dignitaries.

However, since the Daxiangguo Temple was cleaned up, the current Daxiangguo Temple has been fully taken over by the imperial court. The monks in the temple are also true monks who have passed strict examinations. Naturally, the donors who are gifted to the donor's home are no longer just high-ranking officials. Noble people, but everyone passing by the temple gate on this day.

Early in the morning, on a rare day off for the court, Zhao Jun left the palace with Ye Yin, Qing'er, Zhang Yuyan and his eldest son Zhao Jian.

A family of five lived the Laba Festival leisurely among the crowd.

Of course, there was also a festival in the palace today, but all the wives and concubines said that it was boring to celebrate the festival in the palace, so Zhao Jun brought them all out, and by the way, he brought his five-year-old son with him.

The family wore ordinary clothes from a wealthy family, just like a foreigner who was out to celebrate the festival with his concubine and son. They walked from the West Temple to the East Market and then to the Daxiangguo Temple. They blended in with the crowd and received a bowl at the Daxiangguo Temple. Laba porridge.

Eating the hot Laba porridge, Ye Yin smiled and said: "What's the point of staying in the palace all day long? I'm tired of it. Look how interesting it is now. This is no more interesting than staying in the palace to accept this festival and that festival. ?"

Qing'er on the side put down the porcelain bowl in her hand and said with a smile: "My sister is the master of the harem. It is inevitable that the sisters will go to celebrate the festival for my sister. This is inevitable."

Ye Yin curled her lips, drank the Laba porridge in her bowl in one gulp, waved her hands and said:
“Every time we celebrate the holidays, I am so annoyed. I have to sit there since the morning, waiting for them to come over one by one to celebrate the festival. My face freezes with laughter.

I wish that none of them would come so that I could be at peace.

It's all this damn ghost's fault. Last time I asked him to choose a concubine for him, that good guy actually picked all the concubines from the Three Palaces and Sixth Ward at once. I haven't even recognized the concubines he selected last time. Don't you believe it? Just watch, this damn ghost will die on the bellies of those women sooner or later! "

After listening to Ye Yin's words, the girls immediately covered their mouths and laughed, but they did not dare to comment.

Ye Yin was the first wife of the queen, so he just said that His Majesty would not care about her. Even if word spread to other people in other dynasties, they would just treat her as a couple flirting.

But to put it bluntly, they are just concubines. If they say this or take this trouble, it will be a crime of disrespect. In serious cases, they may even be beheaded. They cannot afford the consequences.

Zhao Jun was drinking porridge when he heard his wife say that. His face darkened immediately and he said unhappily:
"I didn't choose that concubine. Didn't it come from you and the queen? Why are you blaming me now?"

"Did you stamp the final list?" Ye Yin asked.

"I was the one who stamped it, but didn't you put up the list? I thought it was the list you had already selected, so I stamped it without even looking at it. Who knew it was actually the list you asked me to pick. "

"Haha, excuse! Just tell me if you want Sannomiya and Sixth Courtyard. I can't control you anyway, so why does Your Majesty still pretend to be innocent here?"

"I"

Zhao Jun was blocked by his wife and didn't know what to say. Can you blame me for being careless?
Don’t say it’s you, there are so many people and I still don’t recognize them all!
Do you know how big those densely packed signs I see every night are?
If I had known at the time that it was for me to choose, not a confirmed list, I would not have stamped it without even looking at it out of trust in you!
Why is it all my fault now?

What an injustice! I, Zhao Jun, am wronged!

Zhao Jian, who is only five years old, still doesn't quite understand the conversation about his parents and several aunts, and he doesn't want to understand. He just feels that he is very happy today. Not only can he go out to play in the palace, but he also eats a lot of delicious food along the way. , if only it would be like this every day from now on.

While thinking about it, Zhao Jian ate his Laba porridge with a spoon.

fragrant! So delicious! So delicious!
As a result, just when he was eating happily, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side. The next moment, he still had half a bowl of Laba porridge and was taken away by the big hand. At this time, his father's voice sounded in his ears:

"Eat whatever you want, just know how to eat day by day. Look how fat you are getting."
You are five years old and you still eat, drink and have fun all day long like a child who has not grown up. How can I trust you with such a big family fortune in the future?
When others were as old as you, they were already able to make money to support themselves. Look at you! Disgraceful to me!
You are not allowed to eat, and you are not allowed to sleep until you copy the family names ten times when you go back today! "

After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he ate the remaining half bowl of Laba porridge together with his own frustration, and then placed the empty bowl heavily back in front of the good boy.

Zhao Jian's big black eyes stared blankly at the empty bowl in front of him. He raised his head and saw the man opposite him who was the same age as him and was eating Laba porridge with a runny nose. His father was afraid that he would not eat enough Laba porridge in his bowl. The scene fell to him, and he looked up at his father who seemed to be still savoring the taste of the bar. His grievances suddenly came to his heart, and he cried loudly!
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! My porridge
Woohoo, bad daddy! My porridge is oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Zhao Jian's cry immediately alarmed the people around him. They all looked over curiously. Those who saw the scene just now vividly described what happened when Zhao Jun snatched his son's porridge. Not long after, everyone around looked at Zhao Jun with contempt.

He is such an old man, but he still steals his own son’s Laba porridge. What a shame!

Listening to the comments around him, Zhao Jun, who had always been shameless, blushed and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid being recognized. Ye Yin also hurriedly took her crying son back into her arms to comfort her while complaining about Zhao Jun. The whole family The person hurriedly covered his face and ran out of the crowd.

The people here didn't know that the person they were talking about just now was their beloved Emperor Xingwu. If they knew this, they might be shocked.

At the entrance of the palace in the evening, under the reflection of the setting sun, Ye Yin's voice scolding Zhao Jun was still faintly visible.

"You actually stole my son's porridge, you shameless bastard"

(End of this chapter)