Empress Ma nodded and said, "Tell the kitchen to prepare two side dishes and some tea."
Queen Ma naturally knew whether there was lunch at Jinshen Hall. She had obviously eaten and still said she wanted to come to have a meal. She must have known that her son was coming and couldn't save her face, so she pretended like this.
Zhu Biao got up and began to move slowly. He had to eat lunch three times, and he was really exhausted. Seeing this, Empress Ma ordered someone to get a plate of hawthorn cake first.
Within three cups of tea, there were shouts of salute and long live greetings outside the palace. The couple came out to greet her one after the other. Their faces were very dull, and their behavior was well behaved. No one could find fault.
"My concubine (son and minister) pays homage to Your Majesty. Long live our Emperor."
Zhu Yuanzhang originally had a smile on his face, but now he could only darken his face: "Forgive me."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Lao Zhu didn't know what to say after that, and went straight in without shame, walking very boldly, while the queen and the prince seemed to be taking their time.
After the emperor sat down, the palace attendants served dishes and pastries one by one. Queen Ma naturally sat on one side and said softly: "Biao'er, you can sit down too."
"My son, I thank my mother and queen."
Zhu Biao sat down obediently, then stood up to serve his father, and then took some cakes to his mother. He moved smoothly, not like a pampered prince who was used to being served by others.
The people in the palace did not dare to step forward, nor did they dare to retreat. Who could not know this about the palace.
The couple began to eat in small bites without saying a word, not even glancing at the emperor from the corner of their eyes. Zhu Yuanzhang felt uncomfortable all over and regretted coming here.
The more she ate, the more uncomfortable she became, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She got up and left angrily. Queen Ma did not move. Zhu Biao stood up and bowed to her. When the back was gone, he sat down and picked up another piece of hawthorn cake.
Before they were halfway through eating, a familiar figure bumped back, circling the mother and son around the dinner table, panting like an old donkey.
The attendants all knelt down quietly and buried their heads deeply on the ground, wishing that their faces and ears were pressed against their faces. In trembling, they finally waited for the scolding.
"You all get out!"
Quickly, neatly and quietly, in the blink of an eye there were no outsiders in the hall, only this family was left.
Zhu Yuanzhang stopped, glared at his son fiercely, and then said to his first wife: "Sister, Mr. Sun passed away from illness, didn't you also advise us to take care of things well and do our best to honor Mr. Sun in order to increase Mr. Sun's moral character? Why don't you do it now?
Are you willing?"
Empress Ma said sternly: "I am not unwilling, my concubine. The Sun family and I, the Zhu family, have made great contributions and worked hard. We have always been respectful in serving my concubine, and we have no regrets."
"It's just that now Biao'er refuses to be filial to my concubine because of my concubine. How can I, my concubine, be so filial to my concubine?"
In the final analysis, it was still the fault of this brat. Lao Zhu said dissatisfiedly: "The deceased has passed away, it is just a matter of mourning and glory!"
Zhu Biao stood up and responded: "My son has a biological mother, so he must not serve his wife as a filial piety!"
Zhu Yuanzhang blushed when he heard this and slapped the table hard. What happened now is no longer about Sun's business, but what he, his father, said. The good son who grew up proudly and pampered did not even have wings when his wings became stiff.
Ken listened, and even stood up to him in front of the civil and military officials of the court.
If other people had faced the oncoming pressure, they would have been frightened by the king's authority and fell to the ground, crying and begging for mercy. Be it a prime minister who could leave a name in history, or a general who could destroy thousands of armies and defeat the city.
Marshal or marshal, this is the case.
Zhu Biao also knelt down, but did not lower his head. He still looked at his father calmly, without any deviation in his eyes, and without any intention of admitting his mistake or apologizing.
Damn, you are indeed my son!
He could feel that his son's determination at this moment did not come from the party members of the East Palace, nor did he rely on the old relationship between father and son. He simply wanted to use his own attitude to express this matter. He would never agree to it, nor would he.
I will not give in due to any considerations.
At this time, Lao Zhu didn't know whether to get angry or laugh. He could only look at his son with a sullen expression, until his eyes became sore, and then he snorted and turned away.
I have to admit that I have long been used to being the only one who dominates me. At this time, I inevitably feel a little strange in my heart. Is it too early to give this brat some power?
Empress Ma said at this time: "Biao'er personally drafted Sun's posthumous title and memorial text. I think it's very good. Chongba, you can also come and take a look."
Her voice broke through the haze in Zhu Chongba's heart and eased the dull atmosphere in the hall. The air seemed to start to flow just now.
Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it: "I have heard from ancient times that palace concubines whose virtues are sufficient to assist the internal affairs and govern their families will definitely be given a posthumous title after their death."
But your noble concubine, Sun Shi, has the talent of being prudent and pure, is diligent in work, and cares for her subordinates with kindness. When the country was founded, she prepared a way to be vigilant and complementary. Her virtue and practicality were crowned by her concubines, and her merits were helpful.
In Zhongwei, he will enjoy peace and prosperity, and he will not be ranked among the longevity exams. It is appropriate to give him a posthumous title to show his respect. He can be called Cheng Mu."
In order to offer sacrifices in the four seasons, the ritual department prepares ritual objects for sacrifices on the anniversary of death every year.
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression softened a lot. At least his son had the intention of relenting rather than resisting to the end.
"If the prince doesn't want to, then let's leave it to King Wu..."
Zhu Biao lowered his head and interrupted: "Although the King of Wu is young, he also knows the importance of filial piety. He said that the imperial concubine is neither a direct descendant nor a living being. He does not dare to curse the birth because of death. He would rather avoid the throne."
Zhu Yuanzhang was unhappy again and reprimanded: "The Sun family has no children, but she took good care of your brothers during her lifetime, so why don't you show any respect for your elders?"
"After the death of the noble concubine, I and my brothers should fast for three days and fast for one month to show their condolences. However, we should never condescend to serve the common people, which may lead to the father changing the law, flattening the spirit, and upsetting the principles."
Seeing the father and son who were about to confront each other again, Empress Ma had no choice but to change her mind and said, "I heard that Sun's brother Sun Kuai has done well in Henan. Can I grant you some favor as appropriate?"
Zhu Biao didn't say anything. Old Zhu frowned and said: "Sun Kai's talent is ordinary. He would mislead others and himself by being promoted to a higher position, and he would not be granted a title..."
Zhu Yuanzhang took knighthoods very seriously. Even the founding fathers of the country had to have military exploits before they could be knighted. There were very few civilian knights, let alone now.
Moreover, the one who has affection is the imperial concubine Sun. It is difficult for Sun Kai to even be counted as a relative, so naturally he will not support her for nothing, and the queen's marriage papers are only rewards of money and food.
"You can give me an extra salary and acres of land, and let the Sun family be responsible for the sacrifices in the future."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, but what he was thinking in his mind was that the imperial court was lacking something that could reward his ministers to represent the emperor's favor. Perhaps it was time to reform the uniforms recommended by the Ministry of Rites.
At this time, the female official from Kunning Palace came in: "Your Highness, the Holy Empress, the King of Jin, the King of Chu, the King of Wu, and several young princes are all outside the palace to see you."
"What kind of chaos are you here to cause? Let them go and copy the Classic of Filial Piety ten times!"
"promise."
The female official went out to deliver the oracle to the princes. King Wu Zhu's eyes instantly turned red, and the younger ones started to cry as they felt that they had been reprimanded and forced to copy books.
Zhu Xi and Zhu Fan both frowned in dissatisfaction. Their father was so hard-hearted this time that he didn't even care about his eldest brother's dignity, so naturally he wouldn't care about them.
It is not easy to observe mourning for a year. There are taboos in all aspects, not to mention eating, drinking and enjoying. Wearing sackcloth to worship can be tolerated. Who would want to do it without relatives or friends.
What's more, this matter is mainly disgusting. A mere concubine, who can be said to be a concubine, is not worthy of enjoying such respect from the East Palace and the kings.
Hearing his brother's cries, Zhu Ping became more and more upset and angry. He turned around and cursed: "It's useless to just cry. Huh, come with me!"
Zhu Fan grabbed his second brother and whispered: "You can't leave. The eldest brother is still inside, and Liu Jin is standing there. It can be seen that the commotion inside is reaching a critical moment."
If Zhu Ming was not affected by his temper, he would actually be a very smart person. The matter concerned him, so he suppressed his temper and ordered his brothers: "Kneel down. We won't leave until our father sees us."
After saying that, he knelt down neatly and neatly. His movements were extremely free and easy, and his skills could reach the Tao, and his art could reach the meaning of the gods. The few children were stunned and couldn't bear to cry.