In the Great Yuan, regardless of gender, those with talent could enter officialdom. There were not a few female generals who have made a name for themselves, and it could be said that women were not inferior to men.
In addition, the local customs were very open, and there was absolutely no dregs left over from the persecution of women in the feudal society in the later period. Women could wear men’s clothing, practice martial arts, ride horses, go out at will, participate in all social activities, and there was no moral bondage of women’s training and women’s virtues.
In this specific context, expressing feelings was particularly bold.
For example, now, the words that the Tai Wei and Emperor Yuan said were almost blatantly saying “My granddaughter is interested in the Third Prince, Your Majesty might as well help ask the Third Prince’s opinion, if the man has feelings and the woman has intentions, then it’s better to choose an auspicious day and give a marriage.”
Zong Luo on this side had not yet digested the shock of eating melons to himself, while Emperor Yuan on the other side opened his mouth again, “Have you ever seen the eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei’s family?”
“Have seen.” Zong Luo answered honestly. “But it’s just a glimpse, haven’t spoken, and is not familiar.”
Because of this, he was particularly surprised.
Thinking of the conclusion he had just thought in his heart that the little girl would definitely not look at Zong Yongliu, such a bookish weak young master, he felt a bit of a feeling of lifting a rock and hitting his own foot.
Emperor Yuan nodded. “After the year, remember to pay more attention to this aspect.”
No matter how open the atmosphere of the Great Wilderness was, and how prevalent the south wind may be, the idea of passing on from generation to generation was still rooted in the ideological system of feudal society.
What’s more, Zong Luo was not only a prince, but also an elder brother, and he had already reached this age.
Unlike the ridicule of Puxin men in modern times, his family really had a throne to inherit.
(t/n: Puxin men-refer to men who are obviously ordinary but very confident in themselves)
Thinking of this, Zong Luo also fell silent. “Okay.”
Before, he knew that he lacked family warmth from childhood, and he might also lack the ability to love, so he almost never considered this issue.
As for now, Zong Luo thought: if Emperor Yuan really unreasonably issued a marriage decree, even if it had nothing to do with love, he could only keep himself clean and loyal to his family.
Of course, although Emperor Yuan is a tyrant, he is not muddleheaded, and he will not mess up the mandarin duck spectrum.
But since he mentioned it, Zong Luo had to pay attention to this aspect.
After this topic was finished, the Zhang Palace became quiet again.
The memorials on Emperor Yuan’s table were less book by book, and Zong Luo was sitting holding the heater.
After a while, someone from the Imperial Medical Courtyard came to give him medicine.
Usually, he could pour it out when he was not being watched. Under Emperor Yuan’s eyelids, Zong Luo wouldn’t dare have this courage, and hurriedly drank it neatly, and picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.
This was probably the fastest time he had taken medicine, the least muddled, and had not prepared psychologically.
After drinking the medicine, he began to feel a little sleepy.
Emperor Yuan had just finished reviewing a long and tedious memorial, and when he turned his head, he saw Zong Luo slouched over, hugging the heater, with one hand propping his head. His head nodded from time to time, like a chick pecking at rice.
He laughed in anger, picked up the memorial on the table and threw it over. “Zhen asked you to accompany Zhen on the vigil, but you started to doze off after sitting for a few minutes.”
The sound of the rushing air came, and the alertness developed over the years allowed Zong Luo to raise his hand without looking, catching the small stack of memorials that flew over.
After such a toss, he woke up all at once, and chuckled twice.
Before and after the New Year, all the ministers were on vacation, but the memorials submitted were not half less.
The northern snowstorm was severe. Two days after meeting him, Pei Qianxue left the capital without stopping, and Emperor Yuan specially sent Xuan Cavalry to follow all the way to escort, and personally sent relief supplies to the disaster area.
Emperor Yuan rubbed his temples. “If you’re tired, come and read the memorials with Zhen, Zhen will read, you listen.”
Zong Luo was now so awake that he couldn’t wake up anymore.
What is a memorial? It is a document submitted by a minister to the emperor.
Before the previous emperor, the memorial only had two uses, to pay respects and to express gratitude. At this time, the memorial was generally some nonsense accounts, and inside it was written: “xxxx kowtows, wishes Emperor’s Holy peace.” The previous emperor looked at it and generally approved a sentence “Zhen safe”, which has no nutritional value. As for the more important categories, they were presented in other ways, such as confidential letters, or more formal documents.
(t/n: The Emperor’s Holy Peace-that is: I wish the Emperor’s Holy (Dragon Body) peace (well-being))
When it came to Emperor Yuan, he strengthened centralization, monopolized power, and gave new meaning to the memorial—stating political affairs, offering ceremonies, urgent changes, impeachment, the generally called memorials.
The general meaning was: useless greetings and thanks do not need to be submitted to Zhen! Zhen is very busy, Zhen doesn’t have time to reply to you!
Furthermore, Emperor Yuan also disliked those that have been passed down since the previous emperor, full of gorgeous rhetoric and big empty words, and those that were written in a wheel-like manner, writing a lot of pages, and a whole article that was praising the emperor’s wisdom and martial arts without any emphasis on the key points, memorials.
Once he couldn’t bear it, he caught a minister who had blown him 17,000 words and beat him up. At this moment, the entire court knew that the emperor did not like this literary style, and they all returned to simplicity, discussed matters, and hit the point.
In summary, the last memorials that could be sent to Emperor Yuan were all straightforward national affairs and political affairs, each of which was very important.
For example, this one that Zong Luo opened tremblingly, relying on the cloth on his eyes. He took a sneak peek. It actually recorded the situation of the secret guards patrolling the Imperial City yesterday, and even the minor abnormalities were clearly written.
“This Father Emperor, I’m afraid this is not very good.”
Zong Luo’s hand shook, and he almost didn’t throw out this sealed name as a memorial but actually a confidential letter.
Emperor Yuan raised his eyebrows. “What’s not very good? You and the Fourth have a night meeting on Huailiu Street, isn’t it for this? Isn’t it good to learn to read the memorial early? Must you learn from Zhen, halfway through the throne. Does seeing these twisting and turning characters gives headache?”
In an instant, Zong Luo’s heart sank to the bottom, and his limbs were frozen.
He couldn’t care about anything, and hurriedly got up, lifted his hem and knelt down. “Father Emperor, this son has absolutely no intention.”
Although Zong Luo would never guess his father’s true thoughts, he also knew that such a suspicious emperor would never casually hand over the secret memorial to others.
If there was an abnormality, it was nothing more than a test.
Zong Luo felt cold in his heart, and felt unspeakable sadness.
