HCB Chapter 151: Predicting things like a god
Chapter 151: Predicting things like a god
The sisters-in-law, wearing high-heeled shoes and waving handkerchiefs in their hands, either went to their husbands' study or rushed to a banquet at the home of a prince's wife. Even Zhang, who was always known for her gentleness and shyness, returned to her parents' home in a rage, and then went to visit the home of a Han censor who was on good terms with her.
Generally speaking, we are here to mess around/talk about things today, and we can't escape from such a big topic.
The undercurrents among the women soon spread to the court.
Under the pretext of impeaching Minister Korkun and the Governor of Guwaljia, the issue of the Crown Princess's dowry was brought directly to the court.
The Minister of Rites, who originally wanted to stay out of it, was unfortunately mentioned repeatedly and was completely unable to stay out of it.
What's more, when clan members heard the news, the clan leader, who was too old to attend court unless there was something important, also came to meet the emperor and spoke highly of his opinion on the matter.
The war outside has entered its final stage, and even the leading general is no longer Peng Chun, but another young general who wants to gild his reputation.
Dzungar has become history, and the only follow-up work left is to clean up the remnants, appease the remaining tribes, and make unified accommodation arrangements.
There are already signs that the country is peaceful and prosperous. The bureaucrats are doing their job step by step. Compared with the protracted wars in previous years, there is a sense of idleness. Adhering to the mentality of "it's easy to talk while you are not worried" and "it's easy to see the beauty from a distance", they all begin to express their opinions.
“Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, everything should be done in accordance with etiquette and law, but the actions of the First and Fourth Concubines are completely disregarding the dignity of the Crown Princess and the future mother of a country.
It is not in accordance with etiquette and goes against filial piety and righteousness..."
“Your Majesty, the country is now peaceful and prosperous, which is completely different from the situation in the eighth year of Emperor Kangxi’s reign.
Therefore, the dowry share should also keep pace with the times.
Only by letting the royal family set an example outside can the people know that our Great Qing is now..."
Those who clamored for the punishment of the first and fourth wives were rejected one by one by Nalan's followers and Shi Wenbing's relatives. However, they could not refute the advice that the Crown Princess's treatment should be improved in accordance with etiquette, and should keep pace with the times and demonstrate the country's prestige as they were too busy to do so.
They would go up and deny everything they heard. That was the Censorate.
What's more, the Censorate is now divided into two factions, one party impeaches them, and the other party agrees with them by citing scriptures.
It's simply... speechless.
Kangxi couldn't help but find it funny when he saw the court officials almost wrestling with each other, and the men of Peng Chun's family saying "You're right", "I agree", and "Well, what you said does make some sense".
To be fair, he also wanted to let the two wives know how high the sky is and how vast the earth is, but since they were already married, husband and wife should share the honor and disgrace, and the real reason he didn't want to embarrass the eldest and fourth princes.
One is the eldest son he has watched grow up, and the other is the adopted son that his cousin loves dearly.
Now, the water has become muddy enough, and Kangxi has thought enough about it. It is time for him to step in and balance the situation.
Kangxi started the conversation and naturally no one was blind enough to disagree.
When returning home from court, everyone squeezed into a small carriage in the Dong'e Mansion, which was rare, and the people they were talking about were all He Zhun Yierha.
"My little sister is really a prophet." The first one to express her core thoughts was about her elder brother's longevity.
"If it were a boy, our Dong'e family...maybe he could have held a high position in the government and be honored in the imperial temple!" The third son, Erhe, was the next to express his feelings.
“No… Actually, I should say that it’s a good thing that my little sister is a woman.
Otherwise, we are either royal relatives or eternal sinners."
The person who made this evaluation was Achuhun, who usually doesn't talk much.
His statement was immediately agreed by his second son Erdenbu and fifth son Folgun.
"Ah? What does this mean?" Dad Peng Chun joined the conversation with a confused look on his face.
Folgon lowered his body and quietly explained to the three people in the car whose IQs were as low as the sea trench,
"Ama, it means,
If I were a man, I would have probably already thought of... sitting on that chair and put it into practice!
Moreover, he is a man, and with his charm, let alone being an aide, even if he asks someone to recruit troops for her and convict her in the future, there will be people rushing to do the same, right?
We are a family, and a family of military merit. If my younger sister were my youngest brother, and she really had this idea, could we not help her?
If it works, everyone in the world will be named Dong E. If it doesn't work, won't I be a sinner for all eternity? "
Folgon's explanation immediately frightened Peng Chun so much that he gasped. He then opened the curtain and looked around to see the reactions of the guards in the distance.
"Huh... what you said is so true. I am old now and I really can't stand hearing this anymore."
Peng Chun's heart was beating fast. He knew that only when he threatened people with the truth would they feel so panicked. Otherwise, it would just be a joke.
Obviously, the joke about He Junyi'erha leading the rebellion is not funny.
Peng Chun could even imagine the scene of her rolling up her sleeves and getting to work.
Just... I have material for my nightmares when I chat with (Mrs.) Saligan tonight.
……
In Dong'e's mansion, He Zhun Yierha had already brewed a pot of tea and sat calmly in the study waiting for the men in the family to return from court.
Fu Cha couldn't help but sigh as she watched her become more and more calm as she grew older.
"Now, it's really the case that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is."
He Zhun Yi Erha certainly knew what Fu Cha was worried about. She drank a sip of tea, brewed another cup for Fu Cha, and brought it to her to preach.
"Mother, don't worry.
My daughter is always prone to failure when doing things, so I will make sure she succeeds today.
Just prepare according to the 166 loads, you will be right."
Fu Cha couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrant tea, took a sip, glared at He Zhun Yi Erha, and replied,
"Empress Hesheli had a grand wedding and became the mother of a country, but she only had 136 sets.
You are just a demon! How can you let my mother believe it?"
As if to answer Fu Cha's question, Peng Chun strode into the study and shouted,
"Saligan! What a great joyous event! The Emperor has ordered that our beauty's dowry should be prepared according to the auspicious number of one hundred and sixty-six!"
Fucha:? ? ! ! !
She looked at Peng Chun, who had just rushed into the study and drank the tea she hadn't even taken two sips of, and then looked at He Zhun Yierha in disbelief.
Although she knew that her daughter was always good at predicting things, was it possible for her to do something like this... ?
This number of sixty-six was calculated with Jun Yilha.
She had spent so much time and effort planning, was it just to ask for a dowry of 136 loads like Hesheli?
Guarja Gevroho was right about one thing.
A wedding that happens once in a lifetime, of course, should be a grand one.
One and four are unlucky, and one and five are neither better nor worse than one and six. Since both are done for good luck and to show off to others, it is reasonable to choose one, six, and six for perfection.