It was cold and the ground was freezing, and everyone was watching.
Fu Donglou didn't look sideways as he steadily pulled me up from the ice, then took the robe from the palace maid's round hands, put it on me attentively and tied the collar.
Being mean is definitely a bad habit that humans will never change. When the emperor doesn’t want to see me, I feel happy; when the emperor smiles at me, I feel like I’m being pardoned; when the emperor treats me even a little bit nicer, I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning.
I don’t even know where to put my hands!
If this kind of mentality of "you feel at ease when you are being abused, and you feel scared when you are enjoying happiness" is not "mean", then there is really no way to explain it.
I felt quite uneasy, fearing that what Fu Donglou was doing was providing hospice care to dying people. However, I tried to keep the expression on my face as calm as possible, and did not reveal the slightest bit of inner turmoil.
With surging emotions, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Fu Donglou stroked my forehead and said, "Be good."
"Father!" The prince's Chongzhong eyes were very bright, "Your heart just bullied my son, why do you still call her good? I don't understand!"
You're right if you don't understand...
Hearing this, Fu Donglou stretched out his hand, patted Chong Zhong's head lovingly, but said a very cruel word, "As a man, you are bullied by a woman. It's because you are incompetent."
I was so happy that a flower bloomed in my heart, and I raised my hands and praised: "Your Majesty, your Majesty."
The prince pouted and muttered: "How can a sweetheart be considered a woman..."
But I pretended not to hear these words, and maintained a very good mood all day long. When the next day, I was in an even better mood, because Fu Donglou gave me two pieces of rare and expensive cloth and gave instructions to the housekeeper.
The government rushed to make new clothes for me to attend the royal banquet.
To be honest, in previous years, the royal family and relatives only gathered in the palace to celebrate New Year's Eve, and after eating and drinking, they went back to their respective homes. I was also used to staying at Heshun Prince's Mansion, and no one in the Prince's Mansion wore new clothes at that time.
Clothes, because Fu Baobao has a quirk, he will throw bombs at anyone he sees wearing new clothes. The more beautiful the clothes, the more bombs he will throw. Sometimes he will not even let go of his own father and mother.
Finally, I can wear beautiful new clothes to celebrate the New Year! Being able to eat well and wear good clothes, if this is not happiness, then what is? I was so happy that when the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to measure me
, I also waved my hand to him, "No need to bother, just take the size of the previous item!"
The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs said a very heart-wrenching sentence in a very calm tone, "Princess, you have gained weight, so you need to re-measure yourself."
In a blink of an eye, it’s the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.
On this day, a ceremony to worship the heaven was held in the palace to drive away the ghosts of epidemics and disasters and pray for good weather and peace for the country and the people in the coming year. A group of shamans played drums to make the formation extremely large. Everyone watched devoutly, but only
I was bored and looked around.
Finally, I was asked to see the legendary envoy of Qin Tian Jian, the famous feng shui weather researcher in the palace, and the outstanding representative of unreliable and abnormal human beings, Mr. Jiang Huaijiang.
He looked like a dog in his official uniform and spoke in a serious voice, "I reported to the emperor that I thought the auspicious clouds appeared just after the auspicious snowfall. It was the emperor's new policy of reforming the old and bringing out the new and his enthusiasm for loving the people like his own son. They were both moved."
God, so Daqi is particularly kind to God, and many celestial phenomena are auspicious signs of good fortune!"
The corners of my mouth quirked up and I put on a smile that said, "Sure enough, that's true."
The rulers of the country may not believe in gods, ghosts and omens in every dynasty and every generation, but why do people like Jiang Huai never see unemployment? In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand, because the king wants to use the words of others to create positive public opinion.
Leading to the consolidation of political power.
Therefore, Jiang Da’s deception is very reasonable and popular, which is very interesting.
"Honey," Prince Chongzhong pulled my sleeves, "What do you think of what Mr. Jiang said?"
I lowered my head and whispered to him, "People with good looks are the best at deceiving. If you inherit the throne in the future, you must not be deceived by such a person."
Chong Zhong’s little head nodded firmly, “Yeah!”
…
At dusk, the shengs and harps sang in harmony, the palace musicians and dancers showed off their skills, and I followed many concubines and slowly walked into the royal banquet.
After entering, I saw my father and mother at a glance. Due to my upbringing, I couldn't rush over excitedly and express my longing for them, so I could only sit in the outermost seat.
Fu Donglou was naturally sitting on the throne above, his eyebrows and eyes were calm. The contrast between the dazzling crown and the black jade-like hair was particularly eye-catching and beautiful. He said slowly: "Today is a family banquet. There is no need to be polite. Everyone should do the same."
There is no need to be too restrained. Wu Weiyong, please distribute my rewards."
Everyone knelt down and said, "Thank you Lord for your kindness, long live the emperor!"
"Get a straight body." Fu Donglou said these three simple words. His appearance was like a king's and he had an outstanding temperament.
At the beginning of the banquet, the singers from the south of the Yangtze River sang a ditty. The soft tune was so sweet that it made people's soul melt. I immersed myself in tasting the appetizers leisurely, but I didn't expect that after a while, there was someone sitting there.
The little eunuch then slipped me a note.
While chewing peanuts, he curiously opened the note - "The clothes are very nice."
The handwriting is easy to recognize, it was written by the aloof emperor Fu Donglou...
------(Small Theater 3: "How the Weirdest Fetishes Are Formed" On New Year's Eve of that year, Jiang Huai wore a showman's new clothes as usual and climbed up the wall of Prince Heshun's palace.
Sitting in the courtyard with his brother in his arms, Xinggan explained: "Baby, do you know why firecrackers are set off on New Year's Eve?"
Baby: "Why?"
Sweetheart: "Because there will be monsters coming, and only by setting off firecrackers can the monsters be scared away. The monsters are all wearing brightly colored new clothes today. Go blow up the monsters. I will give you some firecrackers and you can throw them away."
That night, the sound of firecrackers was mixed with the sound of men screaming, which was really ecstasy.
Since then, Fu Baobao, who has a highly malleable outlook on life, has neither gluttony nor playfulness every New Year's Eve. Instead, he has a serious look and bright eyes. He holds firecrackers and blows up all the "monsters" wearing new clothes. The so-called
Obsession, that’s exactly what it is t.t…)
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