"My uncle laughed at me again. "Zhou Jian has always been unrestrained in front of the sage, if it is said that they are both royal father and son, there may be contradictions due to the change of the throne, but there is no contradiction between Zhou Jian and the sage, so the two get along more and more intimately, only he is familiar with Meng Hui, and he also knows the other party's temperament, so he immediately smiled apologetically and said, "I can't evaluate the four words 'no ancients' now, but I don't understand it." ”

"Ling Yun is indeed a sincere person!" the sage laughed as he stroked his palm.

Meng Hui listened to Zhou Jian's praise, he was a little at a loss, he was originally very confident in his painting skills, but he couldn't help but be happy to get such a high evaluation, a pair of eyes were even more clear, Zhou Jian smiled, thinking that these people who learn to paint are not all drill camp people, and the person in front of him is quite similar to his best friend Wang Ji.

For a while, the two of them were left for lunch together.

Meng Hui was very lively in private, and it was not the first time that he had eaten with the sage, so when he heard that the sage was leaving a meal, he looked at the sage, and the sage smiled when he saw him like this, and instructed Zhang Wendao: "Pass the imperial dining room, add two dishes today, a Lingyun favorite Eight Immortal Plate, and a Danqing favorite sheepskin filigree." ”

After finishing the meal, the sage let Meng Hui go back to his residence, and he left Zhou Jian to speak.

Today it is clear that there are no clouds, and when the group has had lunch but there is already a light rain, the sage took Zhou Jian to detour to the small garden at the back of the Huangtian Palace, and walked all the way on the corridor with nine curves in the backyard of the Huangtian Palace. The small garden of the Huangtian Palace imitates the scenery of the garden in the south of the Yangtze River, because the area is limited, the design is extremely exquisite and small, it can be said that one step is a scene, the rockery is stacked with green, the group flowers are like brocade, and the drainage spring leaks jade, the clear water comes from the east, Zhou Jian often played here when he was young, when he was not as tall as the waist of the saint, but now he is much taller than the saint.

"How sick you were a few days ago?" the sage smiled when he saw that he was silent, "When I was young, I was a chattering character, but now that I am older, I talk less. ”

"The illness is much better, but the autumn and summer come and go, and I don't notice it for a while, and I get a cold. Zhou Jian smiled obediently, "It makes my uncle worried." ”

"You little Langjun just rely on your young age and don't know how to cherish your blessings, and when you are at my age, your bones are light, you know that all things in life are self-cultivation, and longevity is the true meaning. When the sage saw him, he inevitably thought of Zhou Jian's childhood, when he was a small and soft child who was held in his arms, taught him to read and write, and taught him to draw with fine brushwork...... Many years have passed since I thought about it.

"My uncle is still young, and he doesn't even have a trace of gray hair on his head. Zhou Jian saw that he was slightly depressed, so he smiled and flattered.

"I know my own body by myself, in the past, it was not difficult to carry you from the Huangtian Palace to the Houtu Hall or the Changxin Palace, but now I feel that my arms are sore, even holding Aze for a while, not to mention that I am already at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and it is a few days to live. The sage sighed for a while, "I am not very meritorious in my life on this throne, I am the youngest son of the first emperor, if it weren't for the early death of my brother, this son would not have been able to come to me, and now at such an age, I always have to choose a safe master for this country, if I let go, it will be difficult to meet the first emperor in the future." ”

"Uncle will definitely be able to live forever, why do you say such things?" Zhou Jian heard the sage say this, and thousands of thoughts were suppressed in his heart, and he only turned his face slightly, and his heart was astringent.

"Silly boy, life is rare for seventy years, I was born in the royal family, and I am the youngest son of the first emperor, I have never suffered any hardships since I was born, and I am glad that nothing has gone wrong in the government and the opposition over the years. The sage smacked slightly, and he didn't look sad, "You are familiar with your two cousins, and in the East Palace, the palms and backs of your hands are full of meat, and I really can't see the difference." ”

"Uncle, Jian is still young, how can he guide the DPRK to Zhongchu Affairs?" Zhou Jian actually guessed before entering the palace that his uncle summoned him into the palace should be the matter of the prince who stirred up the turmoil in Chang'an these days, but he always remembered his mother's instructions, their family relied on the friendship of the saint, and the matter of the prince was related to the society.

"Lingyun is too old, and he won't tell the truth to his uncle!" The sage was not angry when he refused to speak, he only smiled and pointed to a small pool next to him, " You are tall since you were tall, when you were five years old, you were more than three feet old, that day I was in the Emperor's Palace, you were originally resting on the couch on the side, but you were a naughty, after sleeping for a while, you secretly ran out and only said that you wanted to fish in the shallow water of this bay, I remember that at that time I happened to come in from the south to count the koi, you were inclined to fish up and I to make fish to eat, I also responded to you, sure enough, the fish that was picked up was sent to the imperial dining room to renovate a steamed koi, only the fish meat is old and firewood is really not delicious. ”

"Uncle. Zhou Jian was originally loyal to the saint, but now when he heard him talk about his childhood, his heart was even softer.

"I only have a hill in your heart, and I want to hear your opinion. Seeing him like this, the saint's heart softened, and he was unwilling to persecute him, the two stood under the porch to watch the rain, and there was silence for a while, and the surrounding palace people all stood dozens of feet away, only to hear the autumn rain hitting the glazed green tiles and making a rustling sound.

"Uncle, Jian and the two princes are not familiar with each other, but they were taken care of by their uncle and mother when they entered the palace in their early years. Zhou Jian saw the sage's sad face, his lips trembled slightly, and he immediately said in a low voice, "And the country depends on the Changjun, the fourth prince is older than the fifth prince after all, but I am afraid that the Yuwen family is powerful and will be quite shackled in the future." ”

"I know what Ling Yun said. After listening to him, the sage couldn't help but touch his back and burst into tears, "Although I have been in the dynasty for more than 20 years and have no access to political affairs, I am convinced that Lin Qing, Qing and I have known each other in the end of the micro, and it has not changed for many years, I once said that if there is a position of prime minister who will be promised to be the emperor one day, Ran Yuwen's family is powerful, and Lin Qing has been sleeping at night for 20 years, and he has put his heart and soul into the country in the court, and my promise has not been fulfilled one day, sad, lamentable!"

"Uncle, why don't you find another party to balance the Yuwen clan in the court?" Zhou Jiansu saw his uncle in the past day was living a very comfortable life and had never wronged himself, but now seeing him crying in front of him, his heart was sour for a while, and he had already put his mother's words behind him, and only thought about treating him well and solving problems for him.

"The nine surnames of the family are said to be first-class families, and now the Yuwen family and the Ji family are holding heavy power, the Chen family, the Zhuge family, and the Xie family are only a corner of peace over the years, and the Xiao family, the Liang family, and the Xue family are quite far away from Chang'an, and the Jiang family has no real power in the end, only the Liang family, the head mother of the Ji family, has a close relationship with your aunt, and now that Ji Can has passed away, Ji Rin has been filial piety for three years, how can he compete with the Yuwen family?"

"Uncle do you still remember that Ji Yuanzhao was killed in Tai'an City a few months ago, and he said help for a country man?" Zhou Jian took a handkerchief made of plain silk auspicious clouds from Zhang Wen's hand and handed it to the sage, wiping away his tears while explaining.

"I remember, it's called Pingling or something, and this surname is rare. "The saint's emotions come and go quickly, his temperament is already a little rare naivety, and now he doesn't feel embarrassed to cry in front of his juniors, but he feels that he has lost his appearance and is not elegant enough.

"This person's single name is Yu, the word is Qingzhou, originally a Shuzhong clan, his parents died, and his relatives are scattered. Zhou Jian saw that the saint was interested and hurriedly said, "Uncle also knows that the Chen family is a child, he has not been good in civil and military affairs for so many years, but he has only been studying martial arts with Mr. Pingling for a few months, and his martial arts can be comparable to me; ”

"These two words, Xing Xuan also ordered someone to present them to the palace, and after reading them, he really felt that there was a lot of money. The sage couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "I also love his words and often memorize them, that day I drank chrysanthemum wine with the virtuous concubine, and after drinking, I wrote "Mingyue Lou Fu" by hand, I thought that I would write more heartily than Su Ri, and you will follow me to see." ”

"My uncle is a master of calligraphy and painting, but it's a pity that my nephew hasn't learned a single star. Zhou Jian saw that he was full of interest and took himself to read the book, and it was not easy to refuse, and the two of them went back to the study for a while, and the sage Zhaozhangwen took a volume of words on the bookcase and framed them together.

"I just don't know what you said this little Langjun did? If it weren't for his young age, I would have wanted to recruit him into the Hanlin Forest. After the sage and Zhou Jian finished appreciating the proud work they had written, the two of them sat down in the study and Gong E served good tea, and the two nephews and uncles continued to say what they had just said.

"Both of them are disciples of the Pingling Emperor. Zhou Jian said that he couldn't help but be impressed here.

"There are many great Confucians in the court, even the master of Huaishan Academy. The sage didn't care, "If you say a good teacher, I also think of one, that is, the former head of Huaishan Academy, Jiang Hong, his disciple is only your third cousin-in-law, Xie Duan, you must know that Chengyuan was Lianzhong Sanyuan, the first since the founding of my Great Qin." ”

Having said that, I only think that Mr. Pingling is not an ordinary person, and Jian only has four words to describe. Zhou Jian thought about it.

"Oh?" the saint looked up at him with some curiosity, "Don't you be deceived by someone?"

"Uncle!" Zhou Jian sat down when he saw him say this, "I think that Mr. Pingling is worthy of the name of a national warrior!"