Eunuchs are also officials, eunuchs.
Emperor Gao, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, was aware of the dangers caused by eunuchs in previous generations, so he not only strictly ordered eunuchs not to interfere in politics, but also strictly controlled clothing.
In the Forbidden City, all the leaders and eunuchs are dressed in red.
A great eunuch like Wang Bashi had a gourd pattern printed on his red clothes, which meant fortune. Of course, as a servant of the emperor and a high-ranking eunuch, he was also qualified to wear a flying fish suit.
But in the palace, starting from the ancestor who was buried with Emperor Taizu Gao, you can wear it, but you can't wear it except on major festivals.
In the words of the ancestor, the master gives you the honor, not the slave to wear it to show off.
Under the red eunuch, there are green clothes with sunflower patterns printed on them, and below that there are green clothes without any pattern.
Clothes represent not only class, but also status.
For a moment, the bastard was in a daze.
"It took me almost ten years to go from wearing green clothes to wearing green robes... How long did it take this little eunuch to wear green robes just after entering the palace?"
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The corridors of Chunhe Palace are longer than those of the front palace.
The shame of the bastard is at the front, and the shame of the king is at the back.
"Stay here, don't send me off!" When he was about to walk out of the aisle, Bashan stopped and chuckled. He couldn't help but look at Wang Buzhen, who was much younger than him and had a delicate face.
"The little one will be sent here. Mr. Wang, please go slowly!" Wang Buzhen said with a bow.
"How long have you been in the palace?" the bastard asked mockingly.
"It won't take more than a few months to get back to the manager!"
"Hey, young people are really terrible. Some people have been in the palace for several years and still can't wear this kind of clothes!" The bastard said with a smile, "Who recommended you?"
"It was General Manager Chen who recommended me to work in the East Palace!" Facing the eunuch of Qianqing Palace in front of him, Wang Buzhen was a little afraid, "At first, I was the treasurer of the Bureau of Customs and Service, because I had read books and learned literature.
I got the word, so I was promoted to Chunhe Palace by the Empress!"
"Are you literate?" The bastard's eyelids moved, and he already had some clarity in his heart.
Reading and literacy may seem like the same sentence, but in fact the meanings are very different.
Those who read can be said to be literate, but those who are literate may not necessarily have read.
The empress came from an ordinary family, and she paid close attention to the prince's studies. Therefore, there was a lack of a well-educated eunuch around her who could help look after the prince's studies.
Sure enough, Wang Buzhen said in a low voice, "The young one used to be a boy in the county school. After his family fell into decline, he had no choice but to enter the palace!"
"Oh!" The bastard smiled sarcastically, "Talents are rare, work hard! You will have a lot of potential in the future!" After saying that, he nodded to Wang Bulu for the first time, "Don't give it away, the Za family will leave on their own!"
Passing through the corridor is the Imperial Garden. As I walked, the bastard suddenly lowered his head and laughed.
"Aren't Chen Bu and Xiao Pu on the same line? Haha, it's true that one person can ascend to heaven like a chicken or a dog, and the little eunuch who just entered the palace for a few days is also wearing a green robe?"
"Although eunuchs are not allowed to participate in politics, they are indispensable in this palace. The ones that the master trusts the most are us eunuchs."
"Eunuchs who are educated and literate are rare things, and eunuchs who have been born as children are even rarer among rare things! Do you think it is a good thing for eunuchs who have read books to help the queen with the prince's homework? Haha...
Although it’s okay, I’m afraid of someone with bad intentions!”
As I was walking and thinking, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a little palace maid standing in the corner of the imperial garden.
The bastard looked around, and the little eunuchs following him slowed down and lowered their heads.
"Why are you here?" The bastard quickly walked over with a friendly look on his face.
"My servant has met Mr. Wang!" The little maid's face was full of innocence and romance.
She and Wang Bashi were old acquaintances, because she was the palace maid next to Empress Chunbi. Chunbi was also a little palace maid in the past, and she was still a little palace maid who called Wang Bashii Uncle Wang.
"Our master has made rice cakes!" the little palace maid whispered, speaking quickly, "I specially asked my servant to look for you and give you some!"
The bastard looked at the paper package carried by the little palace maid, and felt warm in his heart.
"Hurry up while it's hot, it won't taste good once it cools down!" the little palace maid said again.
"Thank you for the Mistress!" The bastard took it carefully and put it in his arms. It was really warm. He smiled and said, "How is your master?"
"It's good!" the little palace maid said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, our master always talks about you to us, saying that you are the best!"
"Hehehe!" The bastard laughed from ear to ear, "How are you, little master?"
The young master he spoke of was the third son of the emperor, whose eldest name was Zhu Wenyao and whose nickname was Xiaonian, the daughter of the pure concubine Xiao Shunzi.
"Our little master is doing well!" the little palace maid's voice sounded a little excited, "You can eat more than half a bowl of rice in one meal! You are so chubby and beautiful! Our little master speaks really loudly... his voice is also good.
big!"
"Hahaha!" The bastard laughed happily again.
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In the Palace of Qianqing, Zhu Yunxi held a brass stove in his hand, tilted in a way that did not look like an emperor at all.
"Your Majesty!" Xie Jin stood in front of him and said with a smile, "It's the end of the new year soon, and the mansions of each clan and the homes of heroes are waiting for your blessing!"
During every year and festival, the emperor bestowed calligraphy treasures on his ministers, which is what should be done.
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand, "My handwriting will no longer be ugly! You can write it for me!"
He is self-aware, unlike some emperors who are obviously third-rate calligraphers but insist on scribbling all over the place and still think they are beautiful.
"Then I will help the emperor write for you!" Xie Jin smiled. It is a rare honor to represent the emperor.
"Time flies so fast!" Zhu Yunxi looked out the window, "In a blink of an eye, it's time to celebrate the New Year again!"
"Yes, when I entered the palace this morning, I was all looking at people selling Spring Festival couplets on the street!" Xie Jin joked, "I really want people to buy them!"
"Buy early and it's cheaper. If you wait until the end of the year, the price won't be the same!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, with a hint of surprise suddenly appearing on his face, "I still remember one year, I followed the emperor for a walk outside the palace during the end of the year.
I met a butcher who delayed buying Spring Festival couplets because he was killing pigs... Haha!"
"Cleave the road of life and death with both hands, and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife!" Xie Jin laughed and said, "Now it's a beautiful story!" As he said that, he suddenly noticed that the emperor's eyes were inexplicably lonely.
"It's Chinese New Year, put up window decorations, Spring couplets, and door gods to set off firecrackers..." Zhu Yunxi murmured, "During the Chinese New Year days, the sound of firecrackers in ordinary people's homes outside the palace city was endless, and it was ping ping ping ping ping ping pong banging in the morning...
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Having said this, Zhu Yunxi put down the heater in his hand and lay directly on the window sill.
"On the Spring Festival of the 26th year of Hongwu... the emperor was writing blessing words to the ministers. But that year, because Emperor Xiaokang died of illness, there were no door gods or door curtains in the palace, and there were no cannons..."
Zhu Yunxi's voice became lower and lower, "I finally got through those three years... This year, next year, and the year after that... I can no longer put up Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers in the palace!"
"Folks say that if the Spring Festival couplets are posted on the door god, the person who leaves will not be able to return home during the Chinese New Year..."
"Time flies so fast, three years come three years..."
"Hi!" As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi came back from his sadness and laughed at himself, "It doesn't matter if you don't let it go, it will be clean. It doesn't matter if you don't stick it, it will save trouble! Anyway, the Chinese New Year is nothing more than eating and drinking...
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Yeah?
Is Chinese New Year just about eating and drinking?
Even if it’s eating and drinking, the old and the young should gather together to eat and drink, right?
Seeing the emperor's behavior, Xie Jincha started talking, "If the country is peaceful and the people are safe this year, they will definitely have a good year!"
"Well, let me lend you your good wishes and let us all have a good year!"
Everyone is looking forward to a good New Year, but many times things don't go as planned.
Life in the capital was as light as water, as if there were no earth-shattering events, and the entire Ming Empire seemed to be peaceful.
But everyone knows that this upcoming New Year has important significance in history and is an extraordinary year.
Deng Deng, suddenly the sound of footsteps came from outside.
Xin Yande held a memorial in both hands and hurried in from outside, "Your Majesty, this memorial from Yangzhou!"
"Who is here?" Zhu Yunxi sat up straight and asked.
"Li Zhigang, Minister of Household Affairs!" Xin Yande put down the memorial and spoke with difficulty, "Yangzhou...students went on strike, merchants went on strike, and gentry surrounded the prefect's office..."
"Huh?" Zhu Yunxi frowned.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Deng Ping hurried in, with a worried look on his face, "Your Majesty..."
"Hurry up, what's going on?" Zhu Yunxi scolded.
"The bachelors of the Hanlin Academy and the students of the Imperial College are all kneeling outside the Meridian Gate..." Deng Ping whispered, "It is said that there are treacherous ministers in the court who are bewitching the emperor, and that the Ming Dynasty... is mean to scholars.
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The atmosphere in the palace suddenly became tense.
Zhu Yunxi smiled faintly, and what was supposed to come finally came.
He turned to look out the window, and at some point, cotton-like snowflakes were falling one after another...
This chapter has been completed!