"In the official family, although the veteran generals are dying day by day, the Ming Dynasty also has new generals to compensate!" Yang Feng said: "The generals such as Wei Guogong, Liang Guogong, Cao Guogong, Quaning Marquis, Jugang Marquis, and Xiping Marquis are all outstanding people, and they can compete with the veteran generals.
They are on par."
"The nephew of Wei Guogong, the eldest son of Zheng Guogong, Cao Xing, Zhang Fu and others are also young talents. In the next thirty or forty years, the official family will not have to worry about having no generals!"
"Yang Feng, you want to talk about yourself." Yunxi smiled and said: "You are also a young talent."
"Although I think I have some talent, whether it is Wei Guogong's nephew, Zheng Guogong's eldest son, or Cao Xing, Zhang Fu and Zhang's commander, they are all more capable than me. I dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with them." Because Yang Feng.
He was also promoted by Yunxi, so I couldn't say that I had no ability in front of him. I could only say this to show my humility.
"You are just too modest. When King Kaiping paid a visit to the late emperor, he wanted to serve as a vanguard on the spot. The late emperor had some doubts. King Kaiping flew his troops to Caishiji and attacked it in one fell swoop. Only then did he come from behind and become an effective general under the late emperor.
The hero ranks second. You should also be like King Kaiping." Yunxi said. Yang Feng spoke with humility again.
After this conversation with Yang Feng, Yun Xi's depression eased somewhat, and he waved his hand to let him go down, and began to criticize the memorial.
However, before commenting on the memorial, he also told Wang Xi: "Take a few precious things from the inner treasury to go to Jingchuan Marquis Mansion to visit Cao Zhen on my behalf. Remember to ask the doctor carefully how his condition is." He had already brought it with him in the middle of the month.
Wenyuan had personally visited Jingchuan Houfu, so he just sent Wang Xi there this time.
"You also need to tell Cao Zhen that when he recovers, I will take the prince to visit him!" Yunxi finally said.
Wang Xi agreed and bowed down.
After a while, Yunxi finished his comments and looked at the tables of several auxiliary officers and ministers. There were not many memorials on them. Sitting on the chair with nothing to do, he thought about the old generals who had died in the battle.
‘We have lost four generals in succession, so why don’t we pay tribute to them?’ Yunxi, who was divided between belief and disbelief in feudal superstitious activities, thought. It wouldn’t cost much to pay homage to them anyway.
"But I have already attended the funerals of four of them. It is not a new year or a festival, so it is not appropriate to worship them hastily." Yunxi hesitated again.
While hesitating, Yunxi looked at the calendar and suddenly noticed that tomorrow was the first day of October.
"The first day of October is a good day." Yunxi muttered, calling Huang Lu over and saying, "Hurry down and get ready..." He said a lot.
Huang Lu agreed and followed the order.
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The next day, the first day of October, was the Winter Clothes Festival. Early on this day, Yunxi led his family to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The Winter Clothes Festival is one of the three most famous festivals in China for honoring ancestors, although it is not as good as the Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival.
It is not one of the legal holidays of the Ming Dynasty, but it is also very valued by officials and people. On this day, many officials took leave to burn paper for their ancestors at home, and there were even more ordinary people.
Yunxi stood in front of the Ancestral Temple, knelt down and saluted according to etiquette, and at the same time muttered silently: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, you must protect your grandson and the Ming Dynasty!"
After worshiping Zhu Yuanzhang, Yunxi took his family to worship at the Heroes Temple. The young eunuch who followed him was a little surprised: usually in the first month of the first month, he would worship at the Heroes Temple after worshiping at the Ancestral Temple, which was rarely the case.
Not only the young eunuchs were surprised, but even Xiyao was a little surprised and asked: "Husband, today is the Winter Clothes Festival, not a day to worship the heroes. Besides, even if the husband wants to pay homage to the heroes, can I, concubines and others go together?"
Is there something inappropriate?"
"In the past few days, four old generals have died of illness one after another. The memorial tablets and portraits have been entered into the Temple of Meritorious Officers. My husband feels very uncomfortable and wants to come here to worship. As for whether it is not appropriate for you to enter together, the "Da Ming Huidian" does not
There are regulations that say the queen cannot enter the Temple of Meritorious Officials, so what's wrong?" Yunxi explained to Xiyao without paying attention to the expressions of the servants around him.
Xiyao has been with him for six or seven years, although sometimes she still can't understand him, but she can figure out his thinking mode. When she heard this, she knew that she couldn't persuade him to come back, so she immediately bowed and agreed without arguing.
Taking his wife and children, he walked straight into the Temple of Heroes. Yunxi stood in front of the portraits of these heroes and whispered a few words. He turned to Wenyuan, Wenyao and Wenqi and said, "Come here, you three."
The three of them walked over obediently. Yunxi then said: "Wen Yao, Wen Qi, this is the first time you two have come to the Temple of Heroes. Do you know what this place is?"
"It is a place where soldiers who have made contributions to the Ming Dynasty are enshrined." Wen Yao glanced sideways at Wen Yuan, and seeing that Wen Qi was silent, he replied.
"You are right, but not all those who have made contributions to the Ming Dynasty can be enshrined here. Only the dozens of people who have made the greatest contributions can be enshrined here. Those who have made smaller contributions are all in the Yingling Temple in the city." Yunxi said.
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"Why can only those with great merit be here? The small ones are in another place?" Wen Qi asked.
"Because the temple of meritorious officials is not big, there is no way to enshrine all the meritorious officials here." Yunxi explained the reason that was easiest to understand.
"Then why not build the temple of meritorious officials bigger?" Wen Qi asked again.
"This is because of Feng Shui. When the palace was built back then, according to several people who were good at divination and Feng Shui, it could only be built this big." Yunxi once again chose the easiest reason to understand, but when Wen Qi opened his eyes in confusion,
With his eyes wide open, he realized that he didn't understand what Feng Shui was, and explained: "The art of Feng Shui is the art of looking at the earth. It involves arranging the place of residence or the burial place of ancestors according to certain rules in order to achieve good fortune and avoid evil."
Wen Qi still didn't understand what Feng Shui was, but he understood that his father had given the answer. Besides, he was just asking casually, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After dealing with Wen Qi, Yun Xi said a few more words to the two brothers, explaining why he wanted to bring them here. Then he called Wen Yuan to his side and said to him: "This is not the first time you have followed.
Father is here, so Father asked you to see more by yourself, instead of asking you to listen."
"The first two times when my father brought you here, you were still young and couldn't do things well. But at the beginning of last year, you were able to complete the entire ceremony by yourself. My father was very happy about it. So today, you will teach your brothers
Come and do this." Wenyuan agreed, and then began to teach the two brothers.
Xiyao was very happy to see this scene. Even though it was just a small gesture, it showed that in Yunxi's eyes, Wen Yuan was the heir above Wen Yao.
But Yunxi himself didn't actually think so much. He just let Wenyuan guide them habitually, and at the same time let their brothers become more familiar with each other. He looked at Wenyuan who was giving some clumsy instructions, and then raised his head and looked around.
Focusing on the portrait and the tablet, I stared at Zhang Wen and the other four for a while, and said to myself: "Not only have I come to worship you, but I have also asked the prince to come to worship you. You know this, so you can rest assured."