A portrait of the little prince, a fat child, like a New Year painting doll holding a big carp. This portrait was painted by Emperor Hongwen himself, or in the days of Beiwudang, looking at his son, looking at his eyes and his mouth,
Looking at his nose... one by one, I added memories afterwards, and carefully scribbling. The child was so exquisite that he almost jumped off the drawing paper, holding someone's neck and acting coquettish.
Emperor Hongwen finished reading the memorial every day, and was tired and always had to read it. Then, he couldn't help but smile in his heart. So he felt twice as lonely and lonely as he was.
Outside the door, the eunuch brought pastries and ginseng soup for midnight snacks.
He took a sip and became even more tired.
How could Wei Qiyuan not know that he was heartbroken? He just explained: "Your Majesty, you really should have the empresses to serve you... How could you suffer?"
He sternly said: "If you say this, don't mention it in the future. I have made a wish, it's less than a year."
Wei Qiyuan dared not speak out, and three years of fasting was not a joke. But if this continues, wouldn’t his body be damaged? Even the wisdom and wisdom of Concubine Mi dared not get close to him anymore, let alone come easily.
Contribute beauty.
What should I do if this continues?
The winter in Pingcheng came early, and the cold wind was already howling outside the window. Emperor Hongwen stood up: "It won't be long, and the New Year will be coming again..."
Wei Qiyuan kept pondering what he meant.
Is it time to go to Beiwudang again?
However, he dared not say more, let alone ask more.
Soon, Emperor Hongwen received the news from Beiwudang. Everyone knew what the content was. However, during the Spring Festival that year, he did not set off for Beiwudang again.
Things are often so surprising.
As soon as the spring of the next year, the rebellion of the slaves in Huaibei came from the news. Eighty-hundreds of thousands of slaves rose up. Emperor Hongwen was furious and summoned all the ministers overnight to discuss strategies to retreat to the enemy.
After discussing for a while, nothing was found.
Several old ministers said that their mother was right and said that they were right. They kept scolding the slaves for their ulterior motives, and advised them to make the army surge, and simply killed all these ungrateful things.