The days when I fished in Daming

"Master Hou, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent an invitation."

"Let it go!"

In the residence of the Marquis of Medicine, Zheng Xiong is raising some flowers and plants in the residence.

Winter is over, and spring is the season of all things competing.

In this Nuo Dahou's mansion, he can only pass the time by growing flowers and grass.

Putting down the hoe, Zheng Xiong casually picked up the invitation on the table and watched the contents.

"On February 27th of the sixth year, the Crown Princess gave birth to a son, Xiongying. On March 27, guests were invited to a banquet at the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace, and the doctor Zheng Xiong was invited to come."

After reading the invitation, although Zheng Xiong was well prepared, he still had a strange feeling.

Zhu Xiongying, who was originally born in seven years, was born ahead of schedule, and her name is still the same, and her gender is still male.

The butterfly's wings fluttered inadvertently, and Zhu Biao cut it. There was a change, but it didn't seem to change.

I can't tell whether this is a change in history, or the powerful correction ability of history, which corrects the events that deviated from the track.

I also don't know if Zhu Xiongying will die after the age of eight, live to the age of nine, or change completely and grow up safely.

In short, this news made Zheng Xiong quite uneasy, and he wanted to pass ten years quickly, and see if history will change after witnessing it with his own eyes.

This kind of change made Zheng Xiong wonder if everything he did was meaningful.

After sitting blankly for a long while, Zheng Xiong finally regained his composure.

Looking at the time, there are still ten days before Zhu Xiongying's full moon wine, so he is not in a hurry, so he continues to do his own work.

Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, at least I, a character who did not exist in history, really appeared here.

The days are too tiring, it is enough to take care of yourself.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

The prince's mansion is full of guests, and all the officials congratulate.

Zhu Biao's brothers, Zhu Laoer, Zhu Laosan, Zhu Laosi, who had never met before, also appeared in the Prince's Mansion.

Lao Zhu made his final appearance, his face full of joy.

The great-grandson of the Ming emperor, no matter whether he is the eldest son or the eldest, or by birth.

Zhu Xiongying is the undisputed number one, the most orthodox legal heir of Ming Dynasty.

As for the background, there is the entire Huaixi faction as the backing.

It can be said that even if Zhu Biao dies early, as long as Zhu Xiongying's life is long enough, then Lan Yu and his group will not die.

Even if Zhu Xiongying cut down the vassal like Zhu Yunqi, Zhu Laosi can only accept it, and there will be no reign title of Yongle in the future.

The only orthodox, beyond doubt.

Old Zhu held Zhu Xiongying in his arms, followed by Zhu Biao, who couldn't get in the way, and was surrounded by old brothers who followed Lao Zhu to fight the world.

Xu Da, Li Shanchang and other Dukes and Earls are impressively listed.

Zheng Xiong was lucky to occupy a place with his title of Marquis of Medicine. He was hiding in a corner, looking at Lao Zhu's position with a fake smile on his face.

"Look, this is our great grandson. Does this eye look like us?"

"Like, bright and bright, exactly the same as when you were a child."

At this time, Zhu Biao had completely become a foil. Those who didn't know thought it was Lao Zhu who was happy with his son and was showing off to everyone.

In fact, even Lao Zhu's own son may not be so happy.

There are more and more sons and daughters, and the feeling of being a father has long since disappeared. The birth of the grandson is still more emotional.

"Indeed, what you said is really true, such clear eyes are no different from when we were young."

It seems that Zhu Biao was born and you also said the same.

This is not important, the child's eyes are clear and look normal, so forget it.

"God bless my Daming, the emperor's eldest grandson was born, and our Daming country is more stable. The ministers congratulate Daming, His Majesty, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Haha, the same joy."

"Your Majesty, Wu Bozong has a poem to present."

"Xuan."

There are a group of big men around Lao Zhu, Zheng Xiong is also an existence that Wu Bozong needs to look up to now. Today, Wu Bozong dare not make any mistakes. After Shan Huan live, he stood quietly by the side.

"I heard that you have a poem to offer, what kind of poem is it, come and listen to it."

"Yes."

"Penglai's imperial atmosphere is full of morning glow, and the mountains and rivers of all countries embrace the emperor's house. The golden palace swallows the sea and the sun, and the jade tower reflects the red city glow. The giant Ao Jian rides on the Dan Que, and the dancing phoenix flutters and wings the emerald flowers. Thinking of the supreme patrol place, six dragons drive five cloud chariots."

Zheng Xiong was speechless, another flattering poem, you are the champion!Is it necessary to shoot like this!
Others didn't know that Lao Zhu was very happy to hear it. On a happy day, no matter how the poem was written, it was comfortable to listen to.

But on this point, Lao Zhu was not very satisfied. Looking around for a week, he focused on Zheng Xiong.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Although Zheng Xiong's poems are sometimes not in tune, if he is serious, there are few in the entire court that can compare.

Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, what can be called out in the Ming Dynasty are novels.

Poetry is a weak item in the entire Ming Dynasty.

The three masters of poetry and prose in the early Ming Dynasty had high attainments in poetry, but as the name suggests, poetry and prose exist in the form of poetry.

Right now, no matter whether it is intentional or not, Zheng Xiong is the most beautiful boy.

The others followed Lao Zhu's gaze, and Zheng Xiong's smirking face came into view.

This move made Zheng Xiong's face stiffen unconsciously.

Quietly looking behind, there was no one there, there was no way to avoid it, Zheng Xiong could only stare at each other in silence.

Although Lao Zhu didn't say it clearly, the meaning was already obvious. Zheng Xiong was dumb, but the others hurriedly said to Zheng Xiong.

"The poems of medical marquises are unique in today's world. Now that the grandson is born, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to listen to one of them?"

Zheng Xiong looked at the person who asked the question, he was familiar, but he didn't know the name.

"Ah, Your Majesty forgives the crime, but I didn't prepare for it."

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't help it. There are really not many poems written by the child's full moon.

It would be no problem to copy a few other poems temporarily, but now it is a bit difficult, and it is easy to smash the signboard if the copy is not good.

With the words of refusal, Lao Zhu's expression turned ugly on the spot, he didn't take himself seriously!It's been several days since the invitation was sent out, and I can think of two songs no matter how I think about it.

Not now, what does it mean?
Zhu Biao could clearly see the change in Lao Zhu's expression.

The eldest son Zheng Xiong took a lot of credit for it, so he can't take his anger out on it.

"Father, writing poems is just to add to the atmosphere, it's okay if you don't have one."

Indeed, you can't get angry on a happy day. With Zhu Biao's persuasion, Lao Zhu's complexion improved a little.

Write it down in a small notebook first, and make trouble later.

Before Lao Zhu could speak, there were plenty of people who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

A marquis beside Xu Da jumped out on the spot.

"The doctor is quick-witted and quick-witted. He came up in Yanmen on a whim. He once composed a poem "One Life, One Life, One Pair". In Beijing, he also composed a poem in seven steps. Every capital is a masterpiece. How about composing one now?"

This person is not a good person, Zheng Xiong will keep this person in his heart.

Seeing that everyone's eyes are focused on him again, and driving ducks to the shelves, now he has to do it if he doesn't do it, and he has to copy it if he doesn't.

"The minister made a fool of himself, and his actions may not be suitable for the occasion. Please bear with us, Your Majesty and all the adults."

"Please."

The brain is running crazily, searching for the poems I have seen from the memory bank, and removing the Tang and Song Dynasties, they are basically gone.

The hard work paid off, and finally I found a poem that was okay, but it didn't fit the occasion.

At the moment, he couldn't control that much, Zheng Xiong walked up and down slightly, walked symbolically twice, and then said.

"Parents and mothers love the most sincerely in the world. Tears and blood melt into the bodies of their children. They work hard to become their sons. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!"

Empress Dowager Cixi's parents' poems are not suitable for the occasion, but they have a profound meaning.

No matter how critical a person is, he can't help but remain silent.

Lao Zhu, who is a grandfather, has a lot of feelings.

(End of this chapter)