Chapter 32 Chronicles

Princess Xu said: "The people of Siyi admire the benevolence, righteousness and loyalty of China, although they are out of a foreign land, they can be in China, they can't be called Yidi, the emperor also said, such as Semu, Mongolian, female straight, talented, not limited to class, Xu Zhi used." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Although Huo Zhen is a Mongol, he is sincere and obedient, and His Highness teaches him with etiquette, so that he knows that the Han people are dressed and courteous, and he can no longer treat them as barbarians, but as equals. ā€

"Yes," Zhang Zhaohua said with a smile: "I saw Mrs. Huo Zhen today, and she speaks Chinese very well, and the etiquette is also very complete. ā€

"This is the result of slow indoctrination," Princess Xu said, "and there will be more Mongolians or aliens who will be attached to him in the future, and they must be treated as equals." ā€

Zhang Zhaohua nodded, and said with a smile: "Today, I saw the wives of the generals under my father's command, the wife of the eldest commander Tang, and the wife of the youngest Zhu Qianhu, the two seem to be two generations apart. ā€

"Command Tang Yun," Princess Xu said with a smile: "He is the eldest of the generals, he has always been faithful and cautious, and like Sun Yan, he should be regarded as a group of old people who have followed His Highness for the longest time, but he is really old, Sun Yan gave birth to the official last year, and Tang Yun also mentioned it a few times, but His Royal Highness did not allow it, but seeing that he is still in good spirits, I also think that he should not go home so early to retire." ā€

"Zhu Neng is young," Xu said: "His Royal Highness also intends to train him, his father Zhu Liang is a brave general, not long after Zhishi, Zhu Neng is the heir, looking at it is also brave, every time he fights, he rushes to the front, or a few years, I am afraid that he will accumulate meritorious deeds, and he will sit in the position of commanding the affairs." ā€

Zhang Zhaohua said again: "There is another lady today, who seems to be unsmiling. ā€

Zhang Zhaohua noticed that a lady who accompanied the last seat, a thirty-year-old middle-aged woman, did not look like a northerner woman, with delicate eyebrows, but she was silent, and everyone only laughed when they laughed, and did not say a few words from beginning to end - but what made her feel even more strange was that Princess Xu did not take the initiative to say a word to her, if it wasn't for the fact that when she left, this lady made a few gestures to the princess alone, she would not have found this strange place.

With the princess's temperament, she must be able to take care of everyone like a spring breeze and rain, but for this lady, the princess chooses to turn a blind eye, but if she really turns a blind eye, why do you pass her over again, isn't it best to see each other and compete for it?

She asked this cautiously, observing the princess's expression to determine if she had stepped on a minefield, but Princess Xu's answer was very subtle: "You are talking about Shi, the wife of Meng Chun of the hundred households." ā€

"She doesn't like to talk," the princess muttered for a long time, and finally said, "You don't need to ask too much, just pay respects when you see you later." ā€

It seems that there is something unknown to everyone, Zhang Zhaohua bowed his head and promised, feeling shocked in his heart. The princess let herself pay tribute to this Mrs. Shi, which means that this lady must have a great background, but she doesn't know what her identity is, so she is so secretive.

When Zhang Zhaohua went back at night, he saw that Gao Chi had already taken a bath, sitting at the head of the bed with his hair draped and reading a book with relish.

"Is there a really studious person in the world?" Zhang Zhaohua chuckled: "If there is, it's you! Since I married you, I have found that you can go without food for a day, and you can't go without reading for a day." ā€

Gao Chi replied twice, still looking at the book.

Zhang Zhaohua walked over and touched his hair, and found that it was half wet and half dry, and there was no towel or comb to wrap his hair next to the bed, that is, he sat on the edge of the bed after taking a bath, and no one served to dry his hair.

Zhang Zhaohua said angrily: "Why don't you call people in, your hair is so wet, is it because you want to catch a cold?"

Gao Chi said: "I've already wiped them dry, I think their shadows are reflected in the book, so let them go down first." ā€

Zhang Zhaohua took a spinning cotton towel from the box, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his hair: "What kind of books are you reading?"

"Fang Yu is victorious," Gao Chi said, "There is also the Great Ming Chronicles." ā€

"It's a geography book," Zhang Zhaohua said: "It is unlikely that such a wish will be fulfilled when traveling to the Beihai Sea in the twilight, but looking at these books compiled by predecessors, it seems that you can enjoy the rivers and mountains." ā€

Gao Chi couldn't help but smile: "What you said is a travelogue, and the two books I read are compiled by the Department of Health and the Metropolitan Department to record the territory, Daoli, Tianfu, household registration, Guansai, and danger. ā€

Zhang Zhaohua said with interest: "Then what's so beautiful about this, how boring it is to look at this local chronicle." ā€

"You don't like to watch this," Gao Chi said with a smile: "Do you like to watch things like mountains and rivers, miscellaneous notes and travelogues that specialize in memorizing travels?"

"It's better to look at that than to look at these boring things," Zhang Zhaohua said: "At least write about love and scenes, and have something to say, such as "Yongzhou Eight Records", "Xiaoshitan Records", "You Bao Zen Mountain Records", or "Peach Blossom Spring" and "Red Cliff Fu", these articles will be famous through the ages, and local chronicles are just local chronicles. The difference between them is that these travelogues not only outline the magnificent scenery of the great rivers and mountains, but also convey the feelings of the literati, borrowing things to metaphorize people or allegorical scenes, in short, with a personal color, it is something with feelings.

"That's naturally more fond of this kind of travelogue," Gao Chi also admitted: "But this kind of thing is actually the author's own mental record, what he wants to describe and express is his own emotions, deliberately depicting embellishment, and expressing his feelings, probably after reading it, he only remembers this feeling, not this place." ā€

"That's right," Zhang Zhaohua also said: "Travelogues like "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" and "Luoyang Jialan" are not simply descriptions of scenery, but are mixed with historical story notes of Buddhist beliefs. ā€

"Putting aside the path of thousands of miles," Gao Chi said with a smile: "Such people are too rare! Who is willing to travel thousands of miles to prepare for hardships, give up a comfortable and stable life, and know how many unknown dangers there are, how many rugged roads there are, but still set sail to make a journey of thousands of miles?"

"If you are near, there will be many tourists, and if you are far away, there will be few people. And the wonder of the world, the strange, the extraordinary view, often lies in the danger, and the people are rare, so the non-aspiring people can not reach it. There is no shortage of people with aspirations, since the predecessors have them," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Then the descendants must also have followers." Maybe in our lifetime, we can still see such a person. ā€

"If there is such a person," Gao Chi smiled, "I must pass it on to him." ā€