A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

The atmosphere of the Ming family was very solemn when the officials of the Ministry of ceremonies were sent away.

Ming Jingzhou was holding the imperial edict, and his hands trembled slightly, as if it was not an imperial edict embroidered with golden dragon and auspicious clouds, but a hammer.

"Sanshu." Ming Cunfu was worried that Ming Jingzhou would not be able to get up at once, and fainted, and quickly got up to help him up.

The marriage between the cousin and the royal family was a good thing, but the phrase "congratulations" could not be said when thinking about who is going to marry Jiuzhu.

No one in the capital knows. Your Majesty favors Concubine Su, and even the Chen Wang born to Concubine Su.

When Wang Chen was less than fifteen, he was appointed king with the elder prince who was five years older than him. For example, this year's double ten, the palace outside the palace was rebuilt brilliantly, but his majesty often stayed in the palace, and other princes and princesses all wanted to avoid their sharp edges.

There are rumors in the dynasty that Wang Chen is the invisible prince. If it weren’t for Concubine Su’s humble background, the King Chen would neither occupy the princes nor the heads. Your Majesty had long conferred him as the prince, but the King Chen had nothing but the good face given by Concubine Su. Besides, there is no commendable place, and many ministers in the DPRK and China do not want this one to inherit the general rule.

Jiuzhu knelt on the ground, looked at his grief-stricken father, then looked at his heartbroken cousin, lifted the skirt and got up, gingerly nudged against Ming Jingzhou, and took a look at the imperial edict.

"In the imperial edict, Chen Wang is very talented and beautiful, and he is so good at learning. They are all good words." Rolling up the imperial edict and putting it back into Ming Jingzhou's hand, Jiuzhu patted his wrist: "Daddy don't have to be so sad."

Seeing her daughter's charming and sweet face, Ming Jingzhou's voice trembled: "The prince of Xishi sells melons and she is boastful, not to mention..."

Not to mention your majesty marrying a wife for his son.

Ming Cunfu gave a dry cough and reminded his third uncle not to offend the royal family: "Sister, third uncle and brother are because they don't want to marry you."

At that time, their line lost power in the DPRK and was sent to a place of bitter cold. In order to save the newly-born cousin, the third uncle entrusted her to the elders of the clan. Later, the present-day saint ascended the throne, his father rehabilitated with his second uncle and his third uncle and returned to Beijing to re-elect.

Although the Beijing official could not leave Beijing without an edict, Sanshu sent people to pick up his cousin from the Lingzhou clan on many occasions. At first, the clan elders always refused to let them pick him up because the younger sister was weak and unsuitable to move.

But the third uncle and the third aunt really missed the children. After the cousin had been nursed for a year, they spent a lot of money to invite the doctor to accompany them, and then brought back the cousin who had turned six years old.

As soon as the "little cousin" returned to the house, the third aunt felt something was wrong. Although the little girl looked like her and the third uncle in her eyebrows, she just suspected that this child was not her blood.

It turned out that shortly after their three brothers were assigned, the clan members were afraid to offend the officials and did not dare to raise her, so they abandoned her in the wilderness.

The name Jiuzhu means that her parents treat her like a jade. But those cruel clansmen discarded their precious orbs at will.

The third uncle and the third aunt were heartbroken when she learned the truth. She sent the fake cousin back to Lingzhou, opened an ancestral hall, left the clan, and established her own business.

His father and his second uncle and third uncle are in the same line. After being sent to the land of bitter cold, they support each other and share the joys and sorrows. Naturally, he couldn't help but drew out a genealogy with the Sanshu family. Since then, the three families have nothing to do with the Ming clan in Lingzhou.

Jiuzhu was found in a small and broken Taoist temple in Lingzhou with his servant a few months ago. The walls of the Taoist temple are mottled, the tiles are broken and the windows are rotten, so shabby that even mice are reluctant to come.

The sixteen-year-old sister was holding the big steamed bun with a gratified expression on her face. When she saw him, she hid the steamed bun behind her and said: "The son is still a fortune-telling. The gods of our Taoist temple are very spiritual."

Ming Cunfu looked at the deity that had accumulated dust on the altar, and really couldn't see where it was.

But later, he still hoped that Taoism would be effective. After all, the two female leaders said that he has the blessing of Wenquxing, and that he can win the palace in the future, and he has to meet nobles and have a smooth career.

Scholars, who doesn't like Chan Gong Zhegui.

That must be spiritual!

"Brother Fu." Jiuzhu pulled Laming Cunfu's sleeve: "What are you thinking about?"

Ming Cunfu withdrew the gods, before he could speak, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

"Is the mother back?" Jiuzhu walked quickly to the door, just in time to see the Shen coming here.

Shen, who was still a little worried, saw Jiuzhu standing at the door, and his expression instantly softened: "Jiuzhu, why stand at the door, it’s cold in the late autumn, don’t hurt your face."

Jiuzhu smelled the scent of incense on Shen's body, and stretched out his hand to support Shen's arms and walked into the house: "Mother, don't worry, I'm too thick-skinned to blow."

The mother and daughter got along very soon, and they have become very close. Perhaps this is the invisible bond between mother and daughter.

As soon as Shen took a seat, she ordered her servants to replenish the soup for Jiuzhu. She looked at her daughter's small face and her eyes were filled with distress.

There is a kind of thinness, which makes the mother feel very thin.

Over the past decade or so, Jiuzhu has experienced all kinds of suffering in her mind, so much so that when she sees the poor people in opera, she can’t help but think about it. What if her daughter is living in such a miserable life? ?

So after Jiuzhu stood in front of her alive and tender, she developed the habit of feeding her daughters from time to time. It seems to be the fifteen years of maternal love, crush and heat, grind it into the finest powder, gently wrap the child, let the child understand that she has always loved her, loved her, and never abandoned her.

Fortunately, Shen loves stuffed food, and Jiuzhu also loves to eat. This full of maternal love, smoothly poured into Jiuzhu's belly.

"Just now the concierge said that someone from the Ministry of Rites came to pass on the decree." Shen Shi lightly stroked his sleeve pocket, and there was an amulet she asked for her daughter in it: "What's the matter?"

"Just now the Ministry of Ceremony passed the decree, your majesty will be a matchmaker for the king of Chen, and wants to marry the princess of Jiuzhu."

"Which king?"

"Chen... Wang."

"What concubine?"

"Princess Chen."

Ming Cunfu was afraid that his third aunt might be out of anger, so he hurriedly added: "Zhengfei."

The room became quiet for an instant, and after a long time, Shen shoved the half-cut amulet back.

What a broken god, even her daughter can't bless her, what's the point of coming and worshiping!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she got up and wanted to walk outside.

"Madam, calm down, calm down!" Ming Jingzhou quickly got up and pulled her sleeves: "If you have anything, let's close the door and speak slowly."

Don't go to the palace gate, you will lose your head!

Jiuzhu looked at the two of your parents who were pulling me, holding his face in doubt, and asked, "Is Wang Chen not good?"

Ming Jingzhou and Shen Shi turned their heads to look at the girl, their eyes full of grief and anger of the rare treasure being dug up by the bandits.

"Sit down and speak slowly." Lingzhou people spoke softly. Jiuzhu grew up in the Taoist temple in Lingzhou. He seldom contacts outsiders and is even more charming. This opening seemed to be acting like a baby, and the husband and wife became a ball at the bottom of their hearts.

"This person, King Chen..." Ming Jingzhou was hesitant to speak, his mouth opened and closed, and he sighed after a long while: "For my father, I will go into the palace and beg your majesty to take his holy life."

"He is so ugly and ugly?" Seeing his father mentioned that he didn't want to mention King Chen, Jiuzhu's mind came up with the image of a bear-gibbed wolf ape with blue-faced fangs.

When she lowered her head and touched her thin white wrist, Jiuzhu felt that the tonic soup brought by the maid no longer fragrant.

"Ugly is not ugly, but what about King Chen..." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment: "It's hard to say a word."

Not only is it not ugly, but it also has a face that is pleasing to the little girl. But as a man, as a prince, a face is not enough.

Throwing out the image of blue-faced fangs in his mind, Jiuzhu looked at Ming Jingzhou with bright eyes: "Father, then we will speak slowly."

"The birth mother of King Chen, Concubine Su, was born in a merchant's house. Since entering the palace, she has won the favor of His Majesty for many years. In these years, for Concubine Su, Your Majesty has made him the king, and even the title overwhelms other princes.

Chen, Ji Ye, meaning is the intersection of heaven and earth, with a special meaning, how can an emperor take such a title for a young son.

"There is no queen in the palace, what does your majesty like, what does it matter?" Jiuzhu didn't think it was too difficult to say.

"You don't understand." As a member of the civil servants, the grievances between Chen Wang's mother and his son and the civil servants are enough to compile ten books, and they are instinctively sold in the market.

Ming Jingzhou adjusted his official robes: "Let your mother and cousin accompany you to speak with you, and enter the palace to meet your majesty for the father."

He finally got it back, so cute, so innocent and charming, how could he marry someone like Wang Chen!

"Father..." Jiuzhu stretched out her hand to stop, but her father's back was too determined, and she only touched a corner of her clothes.

"Don't stop him." Shen started to block: "Let him try, at least..."

At least it feels better.

"Drink soup." Remembering that the soup that the maid served had not yet entered his daughter's stomach, Shen forced a smile and brought the soup to her.

No man can stop her from raising a daughter.

"Madam." The servant hurried to the door and spread the word: "A visitor from Mingyue Palace said that Empress Su Gui had obtained a famous calligraphy and painting, and invited the young lady into the palace to enjoy the painting."

When did the appreciation of calligraphy and painting get in touch with Concubine Su?

Shen steadily held the soup and smiled at Jiuzhu: "Drink slowly, not in a hurry. After drinking, let someone accompany you down to freshen up."

After drinking the soup in two or three mouthfuls, when Jiuzhu got up and went to the backyard, she faintly saw the maid in charge of the house walking towards this side with a middle-aged woman in a purple skirt.

"That person is the daughter of your house." The lady of the Mingyue Palace stopped, looked at the figure in the distance, and smiled at the guide mother: "Although I haven't seen the true face, I know the daughter of your house at a glance. Zhuo Zhuo."

"Haha, aunty praised it."

Sister-in-law thought to herself, you can pull it down, so far away, it's not bad to be able to see whether it's a man or a woman.

Before marrying, she praised the woman as there is nothing in the sky, and after marrying, she saw her husband's husband's nose and eyes a lot.

Is this female officer trying to compliment their young lady?

Obviously, I took a fancy to Miss's status as a civil servant!

People in the palace are dirty.

"Vernal equinox, this phoenix-tail hairpin is so heavy." Jiuzhu supported the golden hairpin by the temple, worried that it would fall. This is made of pure gold wire, which is very valuable at first glance.

The weeping pearl dangled around her temple, making the little face more delicate and lovely.

Being watched by these watery eyes like newborn puppies, the heart of the spring equinox was so crisp and numb, he quickly turned his eyes away: "Miss, come to the palace to see the imperial concubine, you have to dress well."

When I put down the jade comb in my hand, I accidentally put it on the edge of the dressing table. I was about to fall down. Before the equinox could scream, I saw the lady grabbing the jade comb and put it back on the table.

"Miss." The maid outside reminded in a low voice, "The carriage in the palace is ready."

Jiuzhu confidently set foot on the carriage that entered the palace. Occasionally she would paint in Taoist temples, but because the two masters were very poor, both pen, ink, paper and ink were saved.

But the two masters praised her for being very accomplished in painting, so it shouldn't be difficult for her to appreciate painting.

"Madam." The maid supporting Shen's confidant saw her look solemn, and comforted: "Miss is the blood of you and adults, and she must be very talented in painting."

Shen: "..."

It's over.