The ceremony of enthroning the prince was extremely grand, so grand that the court officials could not help but suspect that His Majesty had been planning this for a long time.
But no one dared to say it.
The old prince finished reading a long article filled with all kinds of praise for the fifth prince. Because the praise was so self-evident, everyone began to suspect again that this article was also written by His Majesty himself.
Only a biological father can praise me in these ways, and mean it sincerely.
The golden seal and imperial decree for the Crown Prince were both handed to the Fifth Prince by His Majesty himself. His Majesty had made no secret of his regard and love for the Fifth Prince.
"The ministers begin to pay homage to the Crown Prince."
"bye."
All the civil and military officials in the court bowed down together, drums and harps sounded, and the morning sun rose, illuminating every piece of land in Dacheng.
Looking at these lowered heads, Yun Duqing turned his head to look at Jiuzhu who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
The two looked at each other, he clenched the treasure box containing the crown prince's golden seal in his hand and gave Jiuzhu a gentle smile.
This lively event, which seemed so meaningful to others, had real meaning to him because of her presence.
King Huai stood below, he looked at Yun Duqing who was standing on the high steps, his heart surged like morning mist and sea waves, and after that, he bowed deeply.
Prince An, who was standing next to him, had already bowed down, and his attitude was more positive than that of all the civil and military officials.
"Brother," Prince An whispered, "You said that the crown on my fifth brother's head is made of pure gold. Wouldn't it be heavy?"
King Huai glanced at him and said nothing.
Among the brothers, none of them regards the second brother as a rival, and there is a reason for that.
After the ceremony, King Huai glanced at King Jing, who was standing next to King An and had not spoken a word.
Noticing King Huai's gaze, King Jing bowed slightly to him.
King Huai looked away in disdain. No, he couldn't bear the courtesy from this good third brother.
Seeing that his elder brother ignored him, King Jingwang gave Prince An a helpless smile. However, Prince An's eyes were all on Yun Duqing's golden crown, and he didn't pay any attention to his expression at all.
The smile on Prince Jing's face gradually faded. He put away his expression and looked up at the steps, where his father was adjusting the crown prince's ceremonial crown for Yun Duqing.
No one cared about him, the third prince, whether he was happy or angry, and no one even cared about his mother, who had been demoted from Zhaoyi to Jieyushi not long ago.
Whether good or bad, he will always be a weed in the corner or a stone on the roadside, inconspicuous and unappreciated.
The grand ceremony of enthroning the crown prince ended. In addition to the emperor's high regard for the crown prince, what the women in the capital talked about most was that the crown prince insisted on holding the crown princess' hand as they walked into the Zhengyang Palace.
The storytellers in the capital also keep up with current affairs, and the story of the overbearing prince has become the story of the overbearing prince. The female guests loved to hear how gentle and considerate the Crown Prince was to the Crown Princess. Every time the storyteller told these stories, he would receive a lot of tips.
Of course, there were also male guests who murmured that since the overbearing prince was so powerful, there should be at least ten or eight women falling in love with him.
But their opinions became less important in the face of the generous tips from the female guests.
Perhaps there are too many unfaithful men in real life, so when a devoted man appears in a story, no female guest wants him to become like the male protagonists in other stories, with many wives and concubines.
Some male guests laughed at the female guests for being naive, and the female guests retorted: "Even our real Crown Prince of Dacheng doesn't have concubines. Why can't the overbearing crown prince in the story be devoted to only one woman?"
The male guests were speechless after being bullied by the female guests. They could only throw in a sentence "The prince will take a concubine sooner or later" and then fled in the angry eyes of the female guests.
As they ran, they kept shaking their heads. The women in the capital were good in every way except that they were too fierce and hard to handle.
As the two masters entered the gate of Kyoto, they saw a man being kicked to the ground by a young girl in a men's robe.
Many men and women around were applauding and cheering.
"They even steal the money of the elderly. They are worse than pigs and dogs."
After watching the thief being punched several times, the yamen runner shouted, "Please everyone make way. We will take him to Jingzhao Prefecture for interrogation."
"Thank you for your hard work, sir."
The people stepped back with smiles on their faces, and some even asked the yamen runners if they wanted to take a pound of meat back with them.
"Leave me a pound of meat with both fat and lean parts. When I'm done, I'll come and get it." A yamen runner took out a few dozen coins and gave them to the butcher as a deposit. When he was escorting the thief away, he reminded the butcher: "Remember, you need meat with both fat and lean parts."
The butcher agreed with a smile, cut a piece of meat from the stall and placed it under the shelf. He turned around and saw two female Taoist priests in Taoist robes standing not far away. They picked up a small piece of scraps and threw it to the stray cat that was meowing nearby.
"Two Taoist priests, if you want to buy fruits and vegetables, please go inside." The butcher wiped his hands with an oily coarse cloth and pointed to the street behind.
"Thank you. We are visiting relatives in Beijing." The master performed a Taoist ceremony and said, "Excuse me, kind sir. Which way should I go to the Ming Shilang Mansion?"
"Are you talking about the Ming family, the family that produced two number one scholars and one number three scholar?" The butcher's eyes lit up.
"Exactly."
"Master, please walk this way. Turn left after you exit the alley and walk two more streets, and you will reach Ming's house." The butcher said enthusiastically, "If you exit the alley and still don't know where to go, just ask anyone and you will know."
"Thank you, kind man."
“No thanks, no thanks.” The butcher watched the two Taoist priests walk away and muttered quietly, “I don’t know where these masters are from, but they look different from ordinary people.”
The stray cat, having finished eating the leftovers, rubbed itself gently against the butcher's feet, and he casually threw a piece of meat to it.
He no longer cared about the kitten, and shouted at the top of his voice: "To celebrate your majesty's enthronement of the crown prince today, anyone who buys five pounds of meat from me will get a bone for free."
The weather is getting warmer, so it’s better to sell the meat as soon as possible.
Thanks to His Majesty for enthroning the Crown Prince, those who do business now have a new excuse to sell their things.
The master stood on the street, looking at the door of the cloth shop, where a red silk cloth was hung with the words "Congratulations on the enthronement ceremony of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, all new cloth in our shop is 20% off" written on it.
Even the auntie who bought vegetables on the street asked the vegetable vendor to give her an extra piece of ginger on the pretext of enthroning the prince.
"Beijing City... is this the case now?"
The master remembered that when she left the capital, the people were silent when they mentioned the royal family.
"Masters, are you here to beg for alms?" The aunt who had just successfully asked for a piece of ginger from the vegetable vendor took out two large white steamed buns from her cloth bag and stuffed one into each of them. "I just bought them. They are still warm. Please enjoy them, Masters."
The first master and the second master looked at each other. Although they had no intention of begging for alms, they were indeed a little hungry.
"Thank you, Lord."
I saved a few coins, which is great.
After hearing the two people’s thanks, the aunt left with satisfaction.
"Sister, the steamed buns in the capital are quite delicious." The second master ate the steamed bun and asked the first master in a low voice: "I saw these people talking about the ceremony of enthroning the crown prince. Which prince was enthroned as the crown prince?"
"Eat slowly." The master reminded her, "We are masters of cultivation. When we eat out, we should be elegant and graceful."
"Senior sister, what you said makes sense." The second master just nodded and saw that the steamed bun in the senior sister's hand had been half eaten.
"Where did this stinky Taoist priest come from? She is standing on the roadside eating steamed buns." A carriage stopped at the feet of the two people. The middle-aged man in the carriage lifted the curtain and took a look at the two people. He saw that although the two female Taoist priests did not look young, they still had charm.
With a rather insincere smile on his face, he threw a handful of copper coins on the ground and said, "Take them. They are my reward to you. If you are willing to follow me back to the palace, I will give you more."
"Thank you." The master bent down to pick up the copper coins. When he picked up the last one, he flicked his index finger and the copper coin flew out and stabbed deeply into the carving next to the car window. Most of the copper coin was sunk into it.
The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze instantly. He looked at the copper coin that was stuck in the carvings, and his eyes widened into bells.
"Hoo." The master blew on the copper coin to blow away the dust on it, and chanted a Taoist name to the middle-aged man: "Infinite life and blessings, thank you for your faith."
She stretched out two fingers and easily pulled out the copper coin stuck in the carriage: "Fellow believer, do you need me to help you?"
The middle-aged man let out a roar, pulled down the curtain on the carriage window, and sped away.
Looking at the dust raised by the carriage as it left, the master sighed regretfully: "I want to ferry him across, why is he running away?"
"It means he has no destiny with us." The Second Master took a few copper coins from the First Master and put them into his own purse: "May the Heavenly Master bless us."
When the servant of the Du family saw the butler coming back in a carriage, they were about to report to him that the master had something for him to do. However, before they could finish their words, they saw the butler jump off the carriage and run away from him like a gust of wind, as if there was a dog chasing him.
"What should we do now?" Another servant looked at him in embarrassment: "Before the master entered the palace, he said that as long as we pass the message to the housekeeper, the housekeeper will naturally know what to do, but now... the housekeeper doesn't want to pay attention to us."
"How about we wait half an hour before going? If the master comes back and asks why we are so late, we can say that the housekeeper just came back from going out?"
As servants, they dared neither offend their master nor displease the housekeeper, so they could only act tactfully and compromise.
After the ceremony of enthroning the crown prince, there was a lively palace banquet.
The fireworks were set off and the table was filled with delicious food, all showing everyone the emperor's preference for the prince.
"The chef's cooking skills are quite good this time." Prince An was so full that he saw his third brother, Prince Jing, looking outside the palace from time to time with a frown on his face. "Third brother, is it because the fireworks outside are not pretty, or is it because the delicacies on the table are not tasty? Why are you frowning?"
"It's okay." Prince Jing came back to his senses and smiled at Prince An: "I just feel that although the fireworks are beautiful, they are ephemeral, which is a pity."
"We have watched the fireworks for more than 20 years, and you only feel this way now. Isn't it a little late?" Prince An was a little puzzled. He felt that fireworks were beautiful but short-lived, and it was not a big deal to set off a few more.
Oh, no, they have just had their salaries restored and are short of money. Setting off fireworks costs money.
It seems that they are all making trouble because they have no money.
He reached out and patted Prince Jing on the back: "Don't think too much, eat quickly."
The palace banquet is free, there are singing and dancing, music to listen to, and fireworks to enjoy, so don't waste it.
"Concubine Wei, are you admiring the moon or the fireworks?" Seeing that Concubine Wei, the mother of the third prince, Prince Jing, was not in the mood for the banquet and her mind was full of thoughts outside the palace, Prince An's mother, Concubine Lu, could not help but look outside the palace several times.
Then, she put down her chopsticks and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the moon is bright in the sky, the stars are shining, and the auspicious atmosphere is overflowing. It seems that even the heavens know that today is our royal wedding day, and let the stars and the moon shine together to congratulate the royal family!"
Get out of the way, I'm going to start clinging to the Queen and bootlicking the Crown Prince!
Prince An looked at his mother with admiration. She was worthy of being his mother. Her ability to curry favor with others was better than that of a son like him!
When everyone heard what Lu Zhaoyi said, they all looked outside the palace.
like……
The moon is much more beautiful than usual, and the stars are brighter than usual.
"Father, this is a good sign!"
Prince An followed his mother's footsteps closely: "It seems that my fifth brother becoming the crown prince is what heaven wants!"
The ministers were silent.
They have heard of being the popular choice, but what is being the heavenly choice?
Jiuzhu looked outside the hall in confusion. Today is the sixteenth. What does a full moon have to do with a good omen?
People in the capital really know how to make far-fetched connections.
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