For some reason, I've been worrying about Shangyang Palace. Before April, the drought did not appear, the prince did not dare to discuss the disaster in advance, but there was nothing to do, but now the disaster has become clear, and Tubo has captured Du Xiaosheng, the general of Fuzhou Town, but it is a good time for him to write a book. My worries didn't last long, though.

Looking at the sun in April, I was in Lichuntai Linshu, and suddenly saw a few Zhenguan Palace's attendants panicked, and said "Niangzi Xuan Princess" in a stack, asking them "What's wrong", but only heard them say "The princess is gone", because they are practicing calligraphy, and they are wearing the clothes that were made short last year, and it is disrespectful to go to see the mother, so they called people to change their clothes, but those people said: "The princess is going quickly, the saint is angry, and the lady is urgently summoned." ”

I glanced at Wei Huan unconsciously, she came over to inspect the cuffs and placket for me, wiped the folds of the hem, and said, "Go." I nodded, handed her all the notes, and followed them all the way. When I arrived at the front hall, I saw the prince and kneeling on the ground, several attendants because the prince was kneeling, all bowed their heads and retreated to one side, and the father made a rare appearance, helping his mother to stand, full of anger.

Before the attendant could tell me, my mother had already seen me, beckoned to me, and said, "Come in." My father saw me, too, and sat back with his mother's hand.

I entered the hall carefully, and when I passed the prince, I stopped, and tried to kneel with him, but my mother said to herself, "Come here." ”

I had to go up and salute my father and mother, and when I got up, my mother wanted to touch my head, but when she stretched out her hand, she put it on my neck and smiled: "San Lang, my son has grown so taller." ”

The father's expression was more soothing, and he mumbled, but did not speak.

I saw what my mother meant, but I didn't want to embarrass the prince too much, but wanted me to turn around, so I smiled cheekily and said, "It's all the blessing of Toayea Niang." ”

My father glanced at me solemnly and said, "It's getting more and more nonsense, how can this still be on my head and your mother?"

I secretly glanced at the prince and said softly: "Aya A-Niang is tall, so I also grow tall, if Aya A-Niang is born short, but I grow tall, isn't it strange? ”

The corners of my father's mouth were raised by what I said, and he scolded with a smile: "Nonsense." After a pause, Fang said, "I've seen your brother." ”

Originally, I saw that the prince didn't have to kneel, but now that he was kneeling on the ground, I could only bow down and bow to see, the prince smiled bitterly and called "son", and when I stepped aside, he bowed to his father and mother, and said, "The minister retires." ”

The mother nodded, and when the prince withdrew, Fang sat down beside his father and said with a smile: "You Aya heard that you have been studying the seal script diligently recently, and you have made great progress, so I summoned you to come and see, and you can write a picture and offer it." ”

I also said how urgent it was, but when my calligraphy was tested, I looked at my mother: "If you write well, will you be rewarded?"

The mother said: "If you write well, you should have been, but if you don't write well, you will be punished by Aye." My father was in a much better mood at this time, and he added with a smile: "Your mother is right, if you write well, you should write well, and if you don't write well, you will write every day in the future, until you write well." ”

I stuck out my tongue, waited for someone to take the pen and ink, groaned slightly, and wrote the four-character seal script of "Thousands of Autumns and Longevity" - Wei Huan knew that I was lazy, and suggested that I practice a few auspicious words a few more times at the beginning, in case my parents took the exam, and now it is really used here.

After I finished writing, I read it first, but it was better than my usual writing, and asked my father to read it, he smiled after just looking at it, shook his head and said, "Huangkou Xiaoer's handwriting." ”

Mother smiled: "Compared to San Lang, of course it's not as good, at this age, it's too old." ”

My father smiled slightly, reached out and touched the bookcase, I knew how to get out of the way, and said with a smile: "My son is studying ink for Aye." He pretended to stir a few times, dipped the pen in ink, and respectfully held it to his father, who took the pen, glanced at the tip of the pen, and wiped it on the inkstone again, before he picked up the pen and sketched it, wrote down two words, and asked me, "Do you recognize it?"

I turned my head to see that it was the word "Taiping" in the seal script, and I immediately smiled and said, "It's my name, Xie Aye." ”

My father was stunned, shook his head and smiled, and asked someone to give me the note, and thought about it for a while, but he changed the white book and wrote four sentences:

Respect the nine brews, and prepare for three weeks. Chen Chengfei lai, Qifu Shenyou.

After writing, he raised his pen and asked his mother, "What does Qi Niang think?"

His mother looked at him from his side, but she didn't comment on the words, but only smiled: "My son is also thirteen years old, I remember that a few months before she was born, San Lang and I were still in Mount Tai to enjoy the sea of clouds, and it has been so long in a blink of an eye." ”

The father smiled, took the mother's hand and said, "If I am better this autumn, let's go again and take all the children with us." ”

Mother nodded, glanced at me, I hurriedly rolled up the words given by my father to leave, my mother asked Wan'er to send me, as soon as I went out, I took Wan'er's hand and said, "Master Shangguan, today... What's wrong with Brother?"

Wan'er said in a low voice: "The excerpts are all in the box, the princess will go and see it herself." ”

I knew that this was my mother's instruction, thanked her, and hurried to the side hall, where the palace people held me two boxes, one of which had three letters, and the ones that played were all low-grade civil officials: one said that the wealth of the Son of Heaven in ancient times was in the inner garden of the deep palace, and the people were not allowed to see it, so as not to damage the reputation of the Son of Heaven, such as today the Son of Heaven has built a long corridor on Luoshui, and everyone can see it, knowing that it is the emperor who built the palace for pleasure, which will inevitably hurt the king's prestige; one said that the emperor took the lead in surrounding the water to build the palace, and the princes' families rushed to follow suit, for fear of opening an extravagant atmosphere; and another said that now that there are many wars and great droughts, please set an example for the Son of Heaven, the edict was suspended for three years, and the construction of the palace was stopped—these three letters were all abridged by the officials of the East Palace, and I knew that they were presented to the province, and the prince read them first, and then presented them to his father and mother.

There are two letters in the other box, but they are sent directly to his mother without the prince: one is a letter from Shi Di Renjie, who serves the emperor, saying that the palace built by Wei Ji for his father is too magnificent, and the son of heaven is a luxury Tai, please punish him heavily;

When I saw Di Renjie's famous name, I couldn't help but be a little excited, and I picked out his recital and looked at it, only to feel that the writing was very beautiful, and there was nothing special about the use of words and sentences. And Shangyang, Su Yu and other palaces are almost finished, he came to this play, it was too late, and after another taste, he felt that this person's cunning was coming- Shangyang Palace is for his father's recuperation, and it is impossible to stop the construction, but as a servant of the imperial history, his responsibilities are where he is, and he can't help but admonish, so he chose this time to write about the same time, and he didn't say that his father was bad, but that Wei Ji built the palace too magnificent, which not only persuaded his father, but also saved face for his father, and later generations were afraid of impeachment, and they might not dare to take such an errand like Wei Ji, which is also a warning. The other one said that he asked his father to stop building the palace for three years is complete nonsense, and the most important palaces have been built, and even if the palace is not built in the future, it can always be repaired? As for the scale of the repair, and to what extent, it is not up to the father and mother to have the final say? This person is either a nerd, or an old slippery head, and he is not an imperial history.

I was afraid that my father would come out and see it, so I only remembered these few letters, so I hurried back. Because I was really shocked by my mother's means, even on the road, I kept pondering the deep meaning of these letters, analyzing the identity and background of the book, but unfortunately I didn't know much about the court, and I didn't come up with a conclusion after thinking about it all the way, but when I saw Wei Huan when I returned to the dormitory, I suddenly remembered something, clapped my hands and said: "Ah Huan, Wei Ji is your grandfather, and when the prince took me out last time, he was also there!"

Wei Huan glanced at me inexplicably, reached out and took the imperial pen scroll in my arms, checked it carefully, and asked someone to put it away with a box, I grabbed her hand and said in a low voice: "Last year, Aya sent the prince to Luozhou to supervise the palace, so the prince had dealings with Wei Ji. Di Renjie preemptively impeached Wei Ji, seemingly implicating the prince, but in fact, as long as Wei Ji carried the pot, the prince would be safe. ”

Wei Huan twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Erniang said strange things again, what pot is not pot, is it to do cooking?"

I realized that I had accidentally used the spoken language of my previous life again, and said with a sneer: "Ah Huan, I'm thirsty, you make me a cup of tea, don't want all that salt or something, you can take hot water and boil a cup for me, if you can't, I'll teach you to cook two cups, I'll go to the lake with you to sit and drink tea, I want to discuss something with you." 166 Reading Network