Chapter 1172
"What about the Empress Dowager?" Zhong Mingwei didn't care much about the enthronement ceremony, and hurriedly asked about the Empress Dowager's gift.
"Report to Lord Long Live, and there is also a report in the memorial. The conferment will be on February 18th next year." Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly.
"Why do we have to wait until next year?" Zhong Mingwei frowned and asked, "Didn't there be any good days before?"
"My lord, there are always good days, but according to the ancestral system, the conferred gift ceremony needs to be staggered from the enthronement ceremony, and Qin Tianjian also follows the rules," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly explained, seeing Zhong Mingwei's uneasy expression, he added He said, "Not long ago, Master Zhen Yongtang and his family suffered disasters, and the Qin Tianjian is loyal to the Lord Long Live. They must all choose the best days. How can anyone dare not be wholehearted?"
"Tomorrow will be next year, it doesn't matter, just pass the year," Meiya also said, and said to Zhong Mingwei in a slow voice, "I'm afraid the palace staff of the House of Internal Affairs will be exhausted for a while. It's muddy, first I was too busy preparing for the enthronement ceremony of Prince Rong, and I have been busy with the funeral of the late emperor for the past month, and then I have to catch up with your enthronement ceremony. It's too busy."
"That's good, so they don't make mistakes in their busy schedule." Zhong Mingwei nodded, and while throwing the booklet on the table, he said to Chen Qingxuan, "I instruct the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs to keep everything simple at the enthronement ceremony. The emperor's funeral costs a lot, so all the places that can be saved have been saved. In addition, officials from other places are not allowed to come to Beijing to pay homage. If they want to give gifts, they can stay to fill the treasury. As for people, they don't have to come."
"Yes, my minister obeyed," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, "Yefu has been so diligent and honest since he came to the throne, which is the blessing of the people of Great Zhou."
"Mr. Chen, sit down and eat together. The pot-wrapped meat made by the master chef in Yushufang is more delicious than mine, and there are big stick bones stewed with sauerkraut. Ming Wei suddenly wants to eat Northeast food today, so I will let everyone The master has done this." Meiya was so busy that she asked Chen Qingxuan to sit down, handed the chopsticks to Chen Qingxuan and said, "Now that you are the servant of the Ministry of Rites, you are much busier than before. You must run around in and out of the palace all day long. I don’t have time to eat well, if I’m hungry in the future, just come to the Imperial Study Room for a meal, I don’t dare to promise anything else, anyway, I’ll just have enough food.”
"Thank you, ma'am," Chen Qingxuan bowed in a hurry, while looking at the pot-packed meat on the table, he said with some emotion, "The last time I ate pot-packed meat was in the Prince's Mansion of Anjun. Many months have passed."
"It's only been more than three months?" Meiya was startled, then nodded again, looking at Zhong Mingwei, who was deep in thought, and said softly, "I feel like it's been many years, let's think about it again, Isn't it only a few months' work?"
That's right, it's only been a few months since the destitute and crippled county king who was ridiculed by others to the high and mighty emperor now...
No, from being expelled from this palace city to now making a comeback and ruling the world, it has only been less than three years.
Meiya looked at the silent man in front of her, and she couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in her heart. There are too many unexpected things in this world. For example, she never dared to imagine that she would marry under the name of Miss Duan. After leaving Ninggu Tower, she never thought that later, this man would hold her hand and lead her step by step from the bitter cold and desolate Ninggu Tower to the top of the imperial city.
"Ming Wei, what are you thinking?" Seeing Zhong Mingwei's silence for a long time, Meiya couldn't help asking, "Why don't you eat? Why don't you talk? Is there something important?"
"It's true, it's something very important." Zhong Mingwei nodded, then put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said to Chen Qingxuan solemnly, "You must write down every word of what I'm going to say below, and you can't miss it, let alone make mistakes. Remember, do you know?"