She once personally compiled several textbooks for Tuoba Hong, and also summoned Ye Jia and Miaolian to read and paint with him on a whim... However, she never taught those princes - grandsons -
She doesn't hurt them, denounce them, or cultivate them, or even feels willing to face them too much.
That is the theory of teapots against teacups.
Men always think that a teapot can have more than N tea cups; however, I have never heard of a tea cup that needs more than N teapots, right?
Therefore, they have three wives and four concubines, and they are full of words. The purpose is to make a huge family and a huge country with successors.
Countless wives and concubines have given birth to countless children, and have been in lawsuits all their lives, and even open swords and swords flow into blood. The losses caused are often many times greater than a real war.
For thousands of years, most of the civil strife has been caused by too many little wives.
However, no one has ever really reflected on this matter.
By the time Tuoba Hong woke up, it was too late. In fact, he was the first emperor to reflect on his mind in history. After him, there were basically few people who reflected on him, and he was truly unprecedented.
It was vaguely as if it was the miserable voice of the father: "Hong'er, you have grown up. You must keep our Xianbei people well and take good care of your brothers... Never kill each other... The father's life,
Only a little hope left…”
When the father was dying, he explained this way;
This is what my father explained when he was in the black maple forest.
These are two major things that the father left to him, and he has never violated them in his life.
There was also the Queen Mother's voice: "Hong'er, your father wants me to protect his sons. I have never killed any of his sons in my life."
This is one of the last words of Empress Dowager Feng before her death. She did not give any unnecessary words, but this sentence is completely indifferent...
This is also the most burdensome sentence she left for her son in her life.
As smart as her, she only saw the prosperity on the surface, the gentleness and affection on the face of her brothers and sisters. His brothers and sisters sincerely admired him, and were friendly and harmonious, and never had any grudges.
I didn’t remember to mention my son’s words—Who can see the long life at a glance?
If something goes wrong, should we cut off those pedantic promises with one blow?