Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Father and Son

Chang Luo, who has become a father, has not changed or grown in any way except for his identity. In appearance, he was thin and pale, as if he always had the appearance of stunted growth caused by insufficient food and clothing in childhood, and he seemed to never have the strength to bear anything—just from the back view, he didn’t look like that at all. The crown prince of a country is like an orphan who has been bullied; no matter how gorgeous the clothes he wears, his temperament is also a bit timid and shabby. From the front, his appearance is not ugly, and he is even very handsome. Slender eyes, sparse eyebrows, thin lips, gathered on a long and thin face, with a half timid expression, and a pathetic pathology:——His complexion is pale and blue, and his whole body His immature air is quite coordinated, which also makes him look sick and weak no matter how you look at it.

And in temperament, he is more like a patient—— He doesn't have the aura of wealth and nobility of being born in the royal family, the arrogance, heroism, and mighty aura that belong to noble status, and he doesn't have a trace of bookishness, but he doesn't have the vulgar philistinism or treacherous evil spirit—no temperament, nothing. Not like; his whole person is indescribable at all, except for the "sick" air revealed because of his paleness, emaciation and shrinking. But all of these fit his mind. He was born with poor aptitude, and because of the influence of his childhood life, all kinds of reactions were slow, and his intelligence was not high; after that, the time to receive education was delayed a lot, which made him a "congenitally deficient, acquired lack of education" A man, when he was out of the pavilion to give lectures, he was so mediocre that almost all his teachers and guardians sighed and shed tears secretly.

However, fate will continue to play tricks on him—— After Guo Zhengyu's incident happened, the impact was far more serious than it appeared on the surface, and it was an irreparable loss and injury for him; As a result, his group of "Donggong Shibao" collapsed, and the matter of giving lectures in the cabinet naturally stopped, and his education was completely interrupted. After Ye Xianggao joined the cabinet, he was the first to notice this matter, and immediately made a statement, but how could Emperor Wanli care about it?Ye Xianggao submitted thousands of memorials, and the matter of "please restore the East Palace to give lectures" has not been answered from the beginning to the end, and it has been left unanswered for several years; It was him, the crown prince Chang Luo who had no title to be the crown prince.

He had only read books for a few years before and after, and only one out of ten or two of them really entered his mind. What's more, what followed was a few years of neglect—his mind had long since degenerated into a blank. I haven't read any books, and I haven't learned anything, from self-government to the way of the world, down to people and things, and even language and writing-he is in his twenties, and he often stutters when he speaks, and he still can't make a conclusion when he writes , Even the basic calligraphy has never been learned well, and I can't write a few correct and error-free characters.

However, God still wants to deal him a serious blow—— This day was the autumn of the thirty-ninth year of Wanli, the weather was clear and dry, and the city of Beijing was cloudless, but the eunuch's words after the eager footsteps were like a bolt from the blue: "The imperial concubine is dying, and I just want to see your highness for the last time— —” He recognized this eunuch, he was almost toothless, his face was full of wrinkles and brown spots, but he was indeed the chief eunuch in his mother's palace! There have always been only a few serving eunuchs and court ladies in Jingyang Palace, even after Concubine Wang Gong was conferred the title of imperial concubine, it still remained the same——

And that was everything he had been familiar with since he was a child—his heart twitched tightly. However, he didn't know what to do; his cowardly nature and slow response, low intelligence and lack of education often made him anxious when encountering problems, and he was at a loss when he was anxious-finally, he burst into tears He got up, cried, and said in a twitching voice, "Mother Concubine—why—" His words were more vague than a toothless old eunuch, and he lost his mind, his hands, feet and body were all limp. On the contrary, Wang An couldn't see it anymore, he took a step forward to support him first, then took his wrist and said, "Oh! My young master, you should go with your servant! Come to Jingyang quickly. palace--"

Then he dragged Chang Luo away involuntarily. Chang Luo himself was already crying, so he couldn't help but stumbled to Jingyang Palace with him. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at Jingyang Palace, I saw that the gate of the palace was closed and locked. Wang An stomped his feet angrily: "This group of heartless bastards! The door is locked before the sky faints—" On the one hand, he had no choice but to slap the palace door vigorously, calling for the people inside to unlock it; after waiting for a long time, finally someone came to open the door and let them in; but as soon as he stepped in, his heart felt sour: "What Is this dilapidated everywhere?"

He didn't say anything, he was afraid that Chang Luo would hear it badly, and he was anxious, and he didn't care about the rest, so he dragged Chang Luo into Wang Guifei's bedroom three steps at a time. The furnishing in the bedroom was even cruder and dilapidated than that in the outer room, and it was extremely dark—it was because the window paper hadn't been changed for many years, and the paper was all black, so the light couldn't come in, and the lamp wasn't turned on, which made the small room very dark. It was difficult to distinguish objects in the bedroom, only a small table and a wooden bed were vaguely seen, and there was a person lying on the wooden bed who was not moving.

Chang Luo is familiar with everything here. Without lighting a lamp, he touched the bed and shouted repeatedly: "Mother Concubine—Mother Concubine—" His voice was low and choked with sobs, but the lying Wang Guifei didn't seem to hear it at all, and didn't respond at all. Wang An ignored etiquette and others, raised his voice, and shouted as if he wanted to wake up the noble concubine: "My Lady Wang, the Crown Prince is here—the Crown Prince is here to see you! Wake up, the Crown Prince is here!" While shouting, an eunuch came over with an oil lamp, and after putting it on the table, the bedroom became brighter, and Wang Guifei's description was somewhat clearer.

However, seeing this, even an old man like him was taken aback, and he involuntarily took several steps backwards. "What? It's—out of shape—" Wang Guifei's eyes have long been blind, and her face is so skinny and fleshless, she looks more and more like a skull; her breath is weak and she can't speak, only her two lips are trembling slightly, and her two eyebrows are slightly twitching. Chang Luo could see clearly, and began to cry more and more, crying at the same time: "Mother Concubine—Mother Concubine—" Even, he was so forgetful that he climbed onto the bed like when he was a child, hugged Wang Guifei, and burst into tears.

Concubine Wang Guifei was tossed like this, and she became aware as if returning to the light. First, she let out a "hmm" in her throat, and then she seemed to recognize Chang Luo's voice, and uttered a few weak calls: "Chang Luo—— —Chang Luo—” She struggled hard, reached out to touch Chang Luo's cheek, stroked it back and forth with all her strength, and then said intermittently: "Okay-ok-you-finally-grow up- " But Chang Luo didn't know what to say. She was sad in her heart, but she couldn't express it. She just hugged Wang Guifei persistently and cried, neither saying or doing anything to comfort Wang Guifei, nor summoning the imperial doctor to treat her He just curled up his body, crying helplessly. Crying and crying, he cried so hard that he was breathless, his throat was rumbling, and his hands, feet, body, and even his eyes became more and more like a three-year-old child—Wang An couldn't help it, came up to comfort him, and patted him slowly. His back was comforting him, but on the one hand, he lowered his head and meditated with a piercing heart: "Miss Wang has been suffering all her life, and she has never had a good day, and she is counting on raising this son—at least she has become the crown prince, but she can't bear it." ——How can this kind of virtue be able to bear the burden of the Ming Dynasty in the future——This poor lady has suffered for nothing—” As he thought about it, he became more and more afraid to raise his head - he was afraid that facing Chang Luo's incompetence, he would not even have the courage to live. But in Jianzhou, it happened to be a completely different situation. Nurhachi is extremely satisfied with the performance of his sons—he already has twelve sons and seven daughters. Except for half of them who are still young, he gradually trains them, cultivates them, tempers them, and gives them Opportunity to perform— Chu Ying and Dai Shan have already made a lot of military exploits, and they are no longer "newborn calves", but talents who can be independent; this time, he gave the opportunity to his third son Mang Gurtai. He sent Mang Gurtai to lead Wanqi to station outside Fushun Pass, and was responsible for repairing the old city of Nanguan; Mang Gurtai completed the mission without any mistakes, and his grades were so good that he drank three cups happily. And it wasn't just Mangurtai's performance that made him feel excited and gratified—he thought proudly in his heart: "If you raise them all into heroes, the expansion of Jianzhou will be faster and bigger—" In the future, if Jianzhou is handed over to them, they will definitely be able to develop the foundation I created even better!" With excellent sons, there will be a bright future. From them, we can see the bright future of Jianzhou - he silently recited the names of each son with great satisfaction: "Chu Ying, Dai Shan, Mang Gurtai, Abai, Tanggu, Tabai, Abatai, Huangtaiji, Babutai, Degelei, Babuhai, Azig—well, these are equal to my twelve hands, help me make the cause of Jianzhou a success better!" The son is the continuation of his life and the hope for the future. He thought proudly: "They want everyone to be proficient in martial arts, good at leading troops, and able to conquer wars-I have already laid the foundation of Jianzhou, a majestic family-state." Kei, they are good, and the future will be even better—”