Chapter 196

"What my mother said is that I also have this plan," Fang Zhiheng nodded, fingered the tea bowl, paused, and said in a deep voice, "if Ming Zheng is granted the title of king, naturally ming'e can't be left behind. In the end, ming'e is still brother."

"It's natural," the Empress Dowager nodded and looked at Zhong Zhiheng. "What position does the emperor think it's appropriate to give to Minge and Mingzheng respectively

"To be honest with my mother, I wanted to give Minge the same status as Mingzheng. Although Mingzheng was born to a nobler concubine and had a more dignified status, I couldn't bear to let Minge's younger brother lead me when Minge was older and always did things safely," Fang sighed softly. "Only now, the happy news comes from Mingzheng's house. If I still give my brother the same one I'm afraid it's going to make people think more. "

"What the emperor said is that if you are a wise man, you must know that the titles of the two princes should be different this time. If the Emperor gave them the same titles, it would be inappropriate," the Empress Dowager said slowly, and then he said, "then you should make Mingzheng the first grade Prince and Minge the first grade princess."

"But it is a child who has wronged Minge, so honest and steady." Fang Zhiheng sighed.

The Empress Dowager took a sip of tea and suddenly looked at Fang Zhiheng: "it has been seven or eight years since the marriage of ming'e? But I have no place under my knee. Don't you think it's strange, emperor? "

"Yes, I always have this suspicion in my mind, but I have sent the imperial doctor to Minge several times, and the second prince and his concubine have asked for pulse. I can't think of any solution," Fang Zhiheng sighed. "I don't have many princes at my knees, so I can't think of my grandchildren, and my son is in decline. Now, apart from a girl in Mingzheng's house, I expect Mingzheng's daughter-in-law to have a grandson in her belly Yes. "

"Don't worry too much, the emperor. In the end, the Empress Dowager is still young," she said in a soft voice, clapping the hand of Fang Zhiheng. "Besides, isn't there Mingrong?"

"How big is Mingrong? "My mother is used to teasing me," said Zhong Zhiheng with a smile, sipping his tea and looking dignified. "I really want to give Mingzheng a prince's share, but if so, I'm not sure about it."

Zhao's family had a royal concubine, a right face, and Zhong Mingzheng was also the son-in-law of the Minister of rites, Anzi Shang. Zhao's family and an's family escorted him, and a prince's position was almost certain. Now, if he became a prince in one fell swoop, it might be Fu's new year's Eve, and Manchu's voice was to ask for a reserve. Zhong Zhiheng is in his early fifties this year. He is in good health, Besides, he has just abolished a prince of the eastern palace, so he has no plan to set up a reserve. Naturally, he is not happy to see his success in such a situation where all officials invite him to set up a prince.

The Empress Dowager naturally understood Zhong Zhiheng's mind. She took a sip of tea, and then she gently said, "on the Double Ninth Festival, little an's family in an's mansion came to the palace to say hello to the mourner. It's nice for the mourner to see the girl. It's a girl with great love and justice."

Zhong Zhiheng eyebrows a pick: "an son still home that small an Shi?"

"Yes, it's said that the young an's family was the one who was ordered to get married by the long live master," sneered the empress. "It's said that Anzi was still in the palace to ask for permission in person."

"Isn't it? At that time, I was shocked. Anzi was still crying to ask me to make an order to get married, so as to complete the infatuation of his daughter. "Zhong Zhiheng also scoffed and hooked his lips, sipped his tea, and at the same time made good efforts to complete the tunnel." since the young Anzi is very passionate and righteous, please send him to ningguta. "

The Empress Dowager didn't speak, just hung her head and sipped tea shallowly.

……

On the 10th day of November, the 32nd year of Jiasheng, a Chou made bacon last month. Today, taking advantage of the sun at noon, he went down the mountain to send ideas to grandma Chen's house.

When I arrived at the Jixian bookstore, it wasn't grandma Chen who opened the door for ah Chou this time, but Chen Qingxuan.

"Mr. Chen, isn't grandma Chen at home?" Ah Chou followed Chen Qingxuan in, but did not see grandma Chen.

"I went back to the village. There was a happy event in the relatives' house. She went back to help," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile as he took the bacon from her hand. "How can I receive such a big gift? I have a jar of good tea here. Take it back and drink it."

"No, no, Mr. Chen," said ah Chou, shaking his hand in a hurry, a little embarrassed. "I bought some new tea a few days ago, and I bought some more."