In Donghunting Pavilion, Emperor Hongzhi read the memorial.

His face seemed calm, but the rapid rustling sound of the paper made him realize that he was extremely anxious.

No one spoke in the hall, and the ministers closed their eyes to rest.

Half an hour passed, but no news was heard back. Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but whisper: "Send someone to the silkworm room to take a look."

Xiao Jing was happy and knew that the opportunity to announce the good news was coming: "I will go in person."

A notice came from outside the door: Lord Yan meets with him.

Yan Chengjin held the hem of his official robe and carefully crossed the threshold.

Suddenly, the eyes in the hall gathered on him like a stream like a sea.

Emperor Hongzhi looked serious, but he wanted to ask but did not dare to ask, but the anxiety flashed in his eyes flashed with an urgent light.

The cabinet and the six ministries stared at Yan Chengjin.

After Yan Chengjin stood still, he bowed slightly and said, "The Crown Princess gave birth to the emperor's grandson, eight pounds."

The sound exploded in the hall, like a huge rock plunging into a lake.

"Is he really the emperor's grandson?" Emperor Hongzhi showed joy.

"The Ming Dynasty's country is prosperous!"

Liu Jian and several other officials bowed together, their faces full of joy.

Zhang Sheng from the Ministry of Rites said: "No need to delay, Your Majesty will give the prince a name?"

Yes, I just came out of my birth, of course I had to name it.

The Zhu family ranks according to generation, and it is time to rank the Zai generation. Emperor Hongzhi is in high spirits and is brewing emotions.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have named the emperor's grandson." Yan Chengjin said.

The officials' expressions collapsed and suddenly had a bad premonition.

The emperor's name determines the fortune of a country and the rise and fall of the court. It is very cautious, which is a major event that requires the joint discussion of all officials.

Emperor Gao once set rules that all descendants should be named according to their seniority, and the last character must be filled in with the lack of the five elements.

Liu Jian said anxiously: "What name did you choose?"

"Zhu Zai is mighty!" Yan Chengjin said.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes were pounding wildly, his voice almost trembling: "Zhu...Zhu Zai is mighty?"

If he hadn't known his surname was Zhu, he would have almost become a mighty pig.

Xiao Jing looked embarrassed, and this name was indeed a bit awesome.

It was undoubtedly the prince who took it.

"Hu...bullshit!"

"Your Majesty calms down. He has not written it into the imperial genealogy of the clan mansion, nor has he been told to the world. It can be changed, or it can be changed." Zhang Sheng said hurriedly.

But the historian has been written into history, and Zhu Zai’s mighty power will at least be written into unofficial history, Yan Chengjin thought to himself.

Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, followed Emperor Gao's ancestral system, and naming them depends on the five elements missing in his destiny, and ordered Xiao Jing to pass on the imperial prison.

Zhou Zheng knew that His Majesty would be summoned sooner or later, so he would have already settled: "Your Majesty, the emperor's grandson's fate is short of soil."

There was silence in the hall.

"Is there any king's land under the world? How could there be a lack of land?" Emperor Hongzhi suspected Zhou Zheng's technique.

The daily official brought the birthday of the emperor and gave it to Zhang Sheng and Li Dongyang, the Ministry of Rites.

Yan Chengjin looked over and saw Zhang Sheng pinch his fingers, muttering something in his mouth, then bowed and said, "What the Imperial Heaven Prison says is not bad, the emperor's grandson's fate is lacking in soil."

Niu Bi...

When Yan's mansion has a back, he also asked Zhang Sheng to help calculate.

"Your Majesty, the emperor's grandson will inherit the throne in the future. His name will inherit the fortune of a country, but the five elements lack soil..." Zhou Zheng explained.

The five elements of the emperor and grandson are missing earth and are sure, and the next thing is to take the last word.

But Emperor Hongzhi and the Ministry of Rites looked embarrassed.

The land of the world, wherever you see, is the imperial land. How can you lack land? This is a contradiction!

Only the king who has lost his country will lose his territory, that is, lack of land.

One word needs to resolve the conflict, otherwise, you will become a king who is devastated with a lack of land.

As a descendant, Yan Chengjin believed that he attached too much importance to it, but his name determines his luck, and Zhu Yuanzhang's ancestral system continued for nearly a hundred years and naturally became a tradition.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes turned: "Yan Qing family, I think you have an idea?"

Which longan did you see?

Yan Chengjin lowered his head and thought quickly, and named the emperor's grandson in front of the emperor. If he couldn't get it well, he would be sprayed into a sieve.

It seems that this guy is probably unable to get it out.

Li Dongyang hummed softly in his heart, but his mouth squirted gently, and he spit out a word indescribable.

I knew that Lao Taishan was mentioning him, but even if he knew, he had to explain the source and meaning.

Yan Chengjin thought for a while and bowed: "Mr. Li was reminding the official, probably because he had already thought of it. Why would he let Mr. Li say it?"

Li Dongyang bowed and said, "Of course, the name must be taken by Your Majesty. I just provide your Majesty with a word, Kun!

Kun, the same as Kun.

Gan is the heaven and Kun is the earth. The emperor will be the king of a country in the future. All the kings under the sky are kings. Zai Kun, which means to inherit the kings from the hands of the former emperor.

Moreover, Zhou Yi said that the earth is quiet, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement, which is also known as the character of the emperor and grandson."

All the officials were so satisfied that they nodded one after another. This word would kill the prince ten thousand times in seconds!

After Obito in Kunzhong completed the five elements of the emperor's grandson, Zhou Zheng felt relieved: "Your Majesty, I think this son is very good!"

Zhang Sheng bowed: "I also think that this word is suitable for the birth date of the emperor."

Yan Chengjin was a little surprised. Old Taishan is indeed educated... My son's name depends entirely on you.

Xiao Jing brought the paper and pen with a smile, and Li Dongyang wrote three words on the paper: Zhu Zaikun

Zhu Zaikun!

Emperor Hongzhi murmured a few words and laughed: "I also think that this word is very good. I will pass on my will and I will name the emperor's grandson, Zhu Zaikun!"

Yan Chengjin also thought that this word was good, at least it continued the naming tradition of the old Zhu family: you definitely can't call my name.

Anyway, he couldn't recognize it.

Xiao Jing hurriedly went to inform the Zongren Mansion, and the Tongzheng Department was responsible for writing the mansion newspaper to spread the world.

Your Majesty was extremely happy that even the death row prisoners in prison were postponed for one year.

...

Li's Mansion,

After returning from the time of the day, Li Dongyang walked into the mansion with his hands on his back. Since Qing'e got married, the mansion has become more and more deserted.

Zhu sat upright in the main hall and said when he saw him, "Master, I heard that the Crown Princess gave birth to the emperor's grandson?"

"Well, your Majesty named Kun."

Zhu sat closer, with a smile on his face: "When will the master and I go to Yan Mansion with me? It has been three months since Qing'e's marriage? It should be a little bit of a move, right?"

Li Dongyang never asked Yan Chengjin, the water splashed by his married daughter was not seen in March.

However, I suddenly felt something was wrong: "Qing'e is not your biological child, what's the purpose of being so concerned about?"

Although he married into the Li family, he did not forget that he was from Duke Cheng's Mansion. Zhu said, "You are the second assistant to the cabinet, and Yan Chengjin is also the chief censor. If you speak for one word, you can transfer your younger brother to the capital city and the capital camp."

Li Dongyang snorted coldly: "Woman's opinion! Don't mention it again in the future, if it reaches His Majesty's ears,"

...

Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin walked into the courtyard, and Li Qing'e stepped forward to take the official hat: "My husband, the snow lotus has sprouted."

The sweet potatoes have been planted for more than ten days, and it is the end of April, and two green buds are emerging.

"Can you really plant it?"

The fat maid said angrily: "Miss comes to see it every day and pulls out weeds, so of course she can be planted."

This maid is getting fatter and fatter when she goes to the mansion. I don’t know how much rice she wants to eat, so it’s time to lose weight.

Yan Chengjin looked at her deeply and really wanted to return her to Li Dongyang, "From tomorrow, how can you drive the chickens together?"

Li Qing'e's expression moved slightly and advised: "Feng Jiao has always spoken without any restraint."

"Son-in-law, I'm wrong." The fat maid was tearful.

Yan Cheng sighed inwardly: "You can never eat running chickens anymore, and you can choose one of them yourself."

"Catch the chicken!"

well……

Li Qing'e remembered something and said to Yan Chengjin: "When my husband went to court, Ye Qianhu had come to ask about this thing, and I'm afraid he has reported it to His Majesty."

Yan Chengjin's face was tense, and she didn't know how to plant sweet potatoes. His Majesty knew and wanted to ask him again.
Chapter completed!