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"Selling peanuts and melon seeds!"

"Sugar water, sugar water, quenches thirst."

"Pan Tang, Dong Tang, Mi Su Tang..."

Hawkers can be seen everywhere in the suburbs.There are even people who use carts to pull fine wine out, and stand by the river to sell wine to make money.

There are always some boys and girls walking together on the grass.This shows that the atmosphere of the Datong court has really become more open, at least in Nanjing.Unmarried girls can also show their faces and play with boys.

Of course, lonely men and widows still can't do it. In order to avoid suspicion, they invite them in small groups.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Shangsi's outing, if there is someone who sees each other right, I will explain to my parents when I go home, and then come to the door to talk about a matchmaking proposal.

"This is a beautiful festival, and the air is full of the smell of love." Albert, a writer from France, couldn't help admiring the men and women walking by the river.He decided to write one, starting with the above section, telling the story of the beautiful encounter between a French envoy and a Chinese girl.

Colbert was tired from walking, so he sat down on the side of the road and looked up at the various kites in the sky.

Suddenly a group of students came, and Prince Charles was among them.There were dozens of boys, and only four girls, and the scene was like a star-studded moon.

The four girls changed their Confucian shirts, three of them wore silk skirts and jackets, and the remaining one wore cotton clothes.

The one in commoner clothes obviously came from a poor family, and he wasn't very pretty, but he had a bookish air.She walked with her classmates from the rich family, and turned her head to talk to a certain boy from time to time. Seeing the two of them making no secrets, she knew that they were probably engaged through free love.

"Student Cha, does England also have Shangsi Festival?" A boy named Zhang Hongji asked.

Charles was too lazy to correct the pronunciation of the word "cha", and said in fluent and weird Chinese: "We have St. Valentine's Day, also called Valentine's Day. About 1000 years ago, the Roman Empire was invaded by aliens, and the emperor ordered the abolition of St. Valentine's Day. For all marriage contracts, domestic men are temporarily not allowed to marry, so that men can go to the battlefield without any worries. There was a priest named Valentine who resisted the decree and married the girl he loved, and was sentenced to hang by the king. On the day he died, he was hanged. Determined to be Valentine's Day, the date is about the same as the Shangsi Festival in China."

"So that's how it is," Zhang Hongji couldn't help complaining, "That Roman emperor is too unkind. Even if there is a foreign invasion, it shouldn't stop the wedding. The family has concerns, but it can inspire fighting spirit."

The boy next to him named Lu Shuang retorted: "That's not necessarily the case. If soldiers have concerns, they may avoid the battle passively and are unwilling to fight to the death. The Roman emperor only suspended domestic weddings, and he can marry after the battle. This is called Wa. The priest of Lundin must be executed for disobeying the emperor's order, otherwise the others will not follow suit?"

Someone else had a different focus and asked curiously, "Which country is Rome? It's not on the world map."

"Isn't the Pope in Rome?" someone else interjected.

"The capital of the Papal State is Rome, but that Rome is just a city, not a country."

"It must be that the country of Rome has perished, leaving only the city of Rome."

"..."

While arguing, someone suddenly said: "The country of Rome was called Great Qin in the Han Dynasty. Qin is the Qin of Qin."

Lu Shuang asked in surprise, "The ancient country in the west is also called Daqin?"

The man smiled and said: "There is a record in "Wei Lue": He grew up upright, and his clothes and flags resembled China, so the outside world is called Daqin. "Hou Hanshu" also records that Ban Chao sent Gan Ying as an envoy to Daqin and came to the seaside The Anxi people told Gan Ying that to go to Daqin, it would take two months to meet the favorable wind and two years to meet the headwind. , the sea that Gan Ying encountered is the Mediterranean Sea today.”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone admired and bowed their hands.

This man was called Huang Guozhang, who was not named in history, and came from a military family in Wuxing Town.He did not choose to join the army, but loved learning since he was a child. He began to study history in middle school, and worshiped under a great Confucianist in Ji'an.He was only in his sophomore year, and he already went to the Imperial Academy frequently to help him. What he just said was actually the research result of the Imperial Academy.

Even those four girls cast adoring looks at Huang Guozhang.

Huang Guozhang said: "This is not what I have seen, but the academic achievements of foreign historians."

There is a history hall under the Imperial Academy, and the history hall is divided into pre-Qin rooms, Qin and Han rooms, and Six Dynasties rooms (Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties) and so on.

Three years ago, the emperor ordered the establishment of a foreign history room to sort out the foreign countries in historical materials.

At the beginning, the Foreign History Room only studied Japan and North Korea.Gradually, according to the narrations of the missionaries and envoys, and according to the information brought back by the envoys, I went to study Europe and Persia with half guesswork.

After a few more years of research, the university will offer the subject of "World Geography and Foreign History".Students with excellent grades in this subject, after passing the general examination, can be directly elected to Honglu Temple to engage in diplomacy if they pass the Honglu Temple exam.

Facing the admiration of all the students, Huang Guozhang was quite complacent, and he spoke even louder afterward.

What Charles thought in his heart was that after returning home to seize the throne, he would also organize the nobles to go outing in the countryside on Valentine's Day.He loves the vibe, it's so much fun, it's sure to be trending in the UK.

"The carriage of His Majesty and the ministers!" A student shouted.

But I saw a long line of convoys approaching, and a large number of guards were clearing the way to guard.

Not far away, the emperor and his ministers got out of the car and walked.The harem concubines and ministers' wives also took their children to play.The princes and daughters in their teens walked with the children of the minister's family.It is equivalent to being divided into three groups, and each group is followed by guards.

Ordinary tourists by the river saluted towards this side one after another.

The guards did not forcefully drive them away, but just kept the people at a distance.

After choosing a river beach, the maids spread felt blankets and tablecloths on top of the blankets, and put food and drinks out of the food boxes.

Zhao Han smiled and said to Zhang Tieniu: "I heard that you often read?"

"I've been reading," Zhang Tieniu patted his chest proudly, "I can already recognize more than 1000 characters. Calligraphy has also improved a lot. Zhang Mingshan, Ke, I have read, I do it, I do it quickly... I can write these characters very well. , not at all inferior to the teachers in the school."

"Hahahaha!"

The ministers couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Han pointed to the river and fields and said, "Then when you write a poem, just write about the scene in front of you."

Zhang Tieniu actually opened his mouth and came: "Shangsi went out to go outing in the city, and the emperor and ministers were all happy. The ducks in the river swim back and forth, and the cauliflower in the field is like gold."

"Nice poem!"

Zhao Han applauded and applauded, and the rest of the civil and military forces also clapped with suppressed laughter.

Zhao Han looked at Fei Ruhe again, as if affected by the atmosphere, the relationship between the monarch and his subjects was drawn closer. Fei Ruhe waved his hands again and again: "Your Majesty knows that I sleep in class when I am studying. , but I don’t know anything about poetry.”

Zhao Han said to Qian Qianyi: "Qian Aiqing, here's a song."

Qian Qianyi was very happy that he had a chance to express himself, and immediately said: "Your Majesty Rong Bing, the minister is exhausted, and it is difficult to make a work that suits the situation. There is an old work, but His Majesty still needs to correct it."

"Say it." Zhao Han nodded.

Qian Qianyi chanted: "The miscellaneous captives are fighting against each other, and my emperor will set China with his hands. Jinling used to know the spirit of the emperor, and Yunhan Xintong Bowangcha. The wandering souls in the black water cry on the grassland, and the new ghosts in Baishan cry for the beard. Ten years old eyes Re-grind and wash, sit and watch finless porpoise kicking the waves."

Zhao Han praised: "That's right, good poetry, I give you a jug of new wine, take it home and drink it slowly."

The whole poem is flattering Zhao Han, not only praising Zhao Han for recovering the rivers and mountains, but also comparing Zhao Han to Emperor Hongwu (Jinling sentence) and Han Wudi (Yunhan sentence).

Qian Qianyi missed it, and scholars from the Imperial Academy and Qintian Academy also started to compose poems.

All are praising the emperor, and by the way, praising civil and military ministers.

Occasionally, there are one or two songs dedicated to praising the generals for regaining lost ground.Those generals couldn't understand, but after being explained by others, they were all in a good mood.

Zhu Shunshui said: "I haven't heard of your Majesty's poems for a long time. Can you write one today?"

Zhao Han's poetry level has not improved at all. If he is really asked to write, it is estimated to be: I am a fool, today's outing is really fun.

However, there are still some in stock, so just copy them casually. Anyway, history has changed, and these poems probably won't appear.

"Bring a pen!"

The ministers gathered around and saw the emperor writing: "The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives. Come to sweep the snow on thousands of mountains, and return to leave the flowers of all nations."

"it is good!"

Qian Qianyi hurriedly commented (admitted): "Your Majesty is the spring breeze, blowing the prosperity of China. Sweeping away the barbarians and bandits, now it's time for all nations to come to court!"

Chapter 915 [Sell Poetry]

Just when the civil and military officials were about to flatter, Zhao Han suddenly asked Chen Maosheng: "If I were the spring breeze, what kind of snow would be swept away? And what kind of flowers would be left behind?"

Chen Maosheng replied: "Your Majesty sweeps away the rogues and tartars, corrupt officials, and powerful gentry, and what is left behind is the Sanyuan Chapter, the theory of grids, and the method of dividing land."

Zhao Han smiled and asked Qian Qianyi again: "Does Qing Qing think so?"

"Of course, yes," Qian Qianyi was a little embarrassed, and then said, "It's Mr. Chen Ge who knows His Majesty's mind better."

The rest of the officials have different expressions.

Some were laughing, some were meditating, some were looking away, and some were echoing.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhao Han laughed suddenly, raised his glass and said, "Drink this cup!"

The officials hurriedly toasted, and no one seemed to care about the episode just now.

The accompanying musicians began to play tunes.

Zhao Han drank a few more cups, then ignored the image of the emperor, and lay on his back on the grass with his eyes closed to bask in the sun.The rest of the ministers dispersed one after another, chatting and having fun in small groups.

Fei Ruhe was also basking in the sun, the spring in Nanjing was really different from the spring in the grassland.

An old man with white beard and hair walked cautiously to the side of the emperor.He didn't dare to get too close, and stopped two or three meters away, as if he wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing the emperor's rest.

Zhao Han, whose eyes were slightly closed, suddenly said, "Just say what you want."

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, my minister Tanqian participated in the compilation of "History of Ming Dynasty". Is the case of Ming Taizong's birth mother really put aside?"

"What's the point? Preserving historical materials, leaving it to future generations to continue to guess." Zhao Han said angrily.

Tan Qian worried: "But this matter has spread to the people, and there are even foolish men and women. Nonsense that Taizong is the posthumous son of Emperor Yuanshun."

Zhao Han said: "Qing, let's go out for a spring tour to enjoy the scenery, don't delay me from basking in the sun."

Tan Qian hesitated to speak, but finally retreated silently.

As early as the Tianqi period, Tan Qian began to compile the history books of the Ming Dynasty by himself, and even went to various parts of the country to conduct investigations.Because of his mastery of a large number of local chronicles, unofficial histories and field textual research materials, he was absorbed into the compilation team of "History of Ming Dynasty".

He was usually unable to meet the emperor alone, but today he finally found an opportunity to try to solve the mystery of Zhu Di's biological mother.

Zhu Di was not born to Empress Ma, this kind of saying existed in the Wanli period.

The 40-volume "Nanjing Taichang Temple Records" compiled by Tianqi in three years confirms this statement.When Emperor Chongzhen was still there, Tan Qian came to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum and bribed the eunuch to know the truth.As a result, all the eunuchs guarding the mausoleum said that the records in "Nanjing Taichang Temple Records" were true and that Empress Ma had no biological son.

When the Datong court was editing the "History of Ming Dynasty", Qian Qianyi brought several historians into the Hall of Honor of the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The main tablet of God is as follows: Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma are in the middle.The little-known concubine Yu is placed alone on the west side; the other twelve concubines are grouped together on the east side.

Concubine Yu's divine master occupies the position of Mu, only below the emperor and empress, and above all concubines!

Moreover, Prince Zhu Biao, Qin Wang Zhu Xi, and Jin Wang Zhu Wei were all born to Concubine Li Shu.Zhu Di, King of Yan, was born to Concubine Qi.Empress Ma has no biological son.

This also seems to confirm why Empress Ma married Zhu Yuanzhang, and did not have a son in the first four years, and Zhu Yuanzhang also accepted several adopted sons during this period.In the next two years, Empress Ma gave birth to two sons, most likely adopted from her concubine's room.

However, the records in "Tianhuang Yushu" are different from those in "Nanjing Taichang Temple Chronicles".There are even two different versions of "Tian Huang Yu Shu".

Also, why are there more than a dozen concubines' memorial tablets placed in the hall of enjoyment?

Even if Zhu Di wants to make his birth mother famous, he can only put on the gods of Empress Ma and his birth mother.

Some historians of the Imperial Academy also believe that when Jiajing reformed the sacrificial system, the Xiangdian of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum might have been moved.But even if he moved, Jiajing is also Zhu Di's descendant, and he should cover it up for Zhu Di.

This is an unsolved case, with irrationality everywhere.

The Imperial Academy discussed it for several years, and in the end it was Zhao Han who made the final decision that Zhu Di was the legitimate son of Empress Ma—whether he was his own or not, you don't need to write too clearly.After all, according to Confucian ethics, no matter which concubine was born, the one raised by the main wife is the legitimate son.

However, the relevant historical materials must be preserved, so that people hundreds of years later can fight for his head and blood.

"Ming History" has been published, but Tan Qian is very serious and always wants to investigate this matter clearly.He intends to ask the emperor to search the glazed pagoda, maybe there is relevant evidence inside.

"Ugh!"

Tan Qian let out a sigh.

Zhu Minghao walked behind him at some point, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Tan, why do you have to do this? Your Majesty made it very clear that no matter who gave birth, as long as it was raised by Empress Ma, Ming Taizong is the direct prince."

Tan Qian said: "History should be rigorous."

The Datong New Dynasty compiled the "History of the Ming Dynasty", and Tan Qian's greatest contribution was to quote a large number of local chronicles and overturn some content in the "Ming Shilu".

Zhu Minghao shook his head and said: "History should be rigorous, but there is no need to go to the edge of the horns. If we, the scholars of the old Ming Dynasty, can be used by the new dynasty, it is already a great grace of the emperor. It will take more time to compile "The Great Canon of the Beginning of the Republic of China" is a priority.

"Minshi Dadian", or "Minshi Quanshu", has not yet been officially named, but it has been compiled successively for more than ten years.

"Look at those people." Zhu Minghao pointed forward.

Tan Qian turned his head to look, but saw a group of ministers throwing pots and playing by the river, and some even sat down to fish leisurely.

Tan Qian smiled wryly: "It's a great and prosperous age, but I don't have much left to live. It's better to retire from old age and return to my hometown. It's the most satisfying to have grandchildren."

Tan Qian really didn't live long. When the plague was rampant in Beijing, he even went to visit officials to collect more historical materials.For more than [-] years, traveling all over the country, eating and sleeping in the open, has long been left with old diseases.

"Nice poem!"

Farther away, some students were admiring it, but it was a poem just written by the emperor, which had spread rapidly.

A student said excitedly: "The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives. Come to sweep the snow on thousands of mountains, and return to the flowers of all nations. What kind of courage is this? Your Majesty's poems have always been so majestic and magnificent. The most wonderful thing about this poem is the "Bian" and "sweep". The word "Bian" here seems inconspicuous, but it is powerful. When the spring breeze comes, the world will naturally prosper. Your Majesty raises troops, and the country will naturally be stable. Everything follows the way of heaven, as it should be, and it cannot be tolerated. Put your beak! If the word 'Bian' is powerful, then the word 'Sweep' is as light as the word 'Sweep'. Corrupt officials, tartars and rogues can be wiped out with a single swipe!"

Another student said: "Otherwise, the word 'stay' is the poetic eye. Your Majesty created a prosperous world of great harmony. Sweeping is just a means, and staying is the root. What is left is a bright world, and what is left is a great harmony in the world!"

The students were still discussing here, but a peddler heard the movement and asked his son who had read the book to copy it.

Children aged eleven or twelve didn't seem to work very hard, their handwriting was crooked, but they quickly copied dozens of copies.