In the blink of an eye, it is the time of spring, the warm spring day seems to blow the peach blossoms all over the city, the pink of the demon is covered inside and outside the Jingling, when the wind passes, it is the peach blossoms scattered and flying. On this day, the sun is just right, and the butterflies are dancing around the flowers, which is indeed a good day to live up to the spring light.

The road outside the Qianhe Palace is extremely quiet, at this moment is slowly walking the figures of two people, looking from a distance, I saw the back slightly arched, wearing a court dress, Yan Weizhang, who is being supported by Yan Houzhao, is trembling and approaching, because of age, now his beard has a little gray, and the temples are also gray under the crown, although the pace is slow, but the spirit is still strong.

Yan Weizhang's left hand, which was supported by Yan Houzhao, probed the fold in his right sleeve without a trace, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but be mysteriously hooked, and then he raised his head angrily, swept the blue sky and vermilion wall with great interest, and said in a calm and slow tone: "The weather is good today." ”

When Yan Houzhao heard this, his eyes couldn't help but smile and glanced at the fold hidden in Yan Weizhang's cuffs, and then the corners of his lips hooked up and said, "Then go back today, and my son will accompany his father to drink a few cups." ”

"Good, good. ”

Yan Weizhang squinted and glanced at Yan Houzhao with a smile, and the father and son smiled meaningfully at each other, and then continued to walk forward slowly.

When he walked into the Qianhe Palace, Yan Weizhang's father and son's pace was much faster, as if they were a little anxious, and when an inner attendant guarding outside the hall saw it, he immediately put on a sycophantic smile and walked down the corridor, and respectfully bowed his hand and said: "Yan Ge Lao." ”

Yan Weizhang's eyes were as kind as ever, and he personally helped up the waiter and said, "Please get up." ”

Hearing the unstable breath in Yan Weizhang's tone, the chamberlain raised his head slightly, and then he saw that Yan Ge Lao in front of him was obviously rushing over, although this was not winter, but it was also a cold spring, and Ge Lao's forehead was soaked in thin sweat, and he was panting for breath.

"Yan Ge Lao, what's this, why is he in such a hurry, if there is something, it is the same to let the slaves and maids run more errands. ”

Hearing the servant's clever words, Yan Weizhang was about to respond with a smile, but he heard a rather uncertain scolding.

"It's no big or small, and the matter of the elder can also be asked?"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Lingbao in front of the emperor come out of it with a gloomy face, and glanced at the waiter with uncertain eyes, and the waiter immediately shrank his neck in panic, stepped back a few steps with his hands on his hands, and didn't dare to say more.

In the blink of an eye, Lingbao's reprimand was swept away, and then he was exchanged for gentleness and politeness.

"Elder Ge is here. ”

Yan Weizhang just didn't see this scene, he still squinted and smiled: "Father-in-law Ling." ”

"Are you here to meet Your Majesty?"

Yan Weizhang nodded, and then he spoke: "Father-in-law Lao Ling will report on his behalf." ”

"The elder is polite. ”

As soon as Lingbao said this, he said, "Elder Ge waits." ”

When Lingbao came out of the hall again, he had already stepped forward to lead the way: "Pavilion Elder, please." ”

Seeing this, Yan Weizhang nodded, and Yan Houzhao on the side said loudly: "Then, my son is waiting for you outside." ”

Lingbao naturally helped Yan Weizhang to walk in step by step, there was silence around, Yan Weizhang waited a little, and then glanced at Lingbao beside him without a trace, and said in a very low voice: "It seems that Gonggong Feng is indeed not here today." ”

Hearing this, Lingbao glanced around, then pressed his head and said, "Don't worry, Elder Ge, I'm afraid that I won't come back until dinner." ”

"That's good. ”

Yan Weizhang smiled and said, "That's good." ”

Speaking of this, Yan Weizhang looked at Lingbao sideways, and said, "Then today, there will be Lao Ling's father-in-law." ”

"It should. ”

Hearing Lingbao's words, the two of them glanced at each other, and the next moment they withdrew their eyes without a trace.

When he arrived at the door of the warm pavilion, Lingbao let go of his hand, ordered someone to open the curtain, and walked in with Yan Weizhang one after the other.

The warm pavilion is particularly warm, the sunlight shines through the peach blossom cellophane and falls on the low table, Emperor Jianheng is sitting on the kang under the window, his left hand is leisurely pillowing a soft pillow, and he is leisurely flipping through a book.

"Your Majesty, Yan Ge has arrived. ”

Hearing Lingbao's respectful voice, Emperor Jianheng, who lowered his eyes, raised his eyes slightly, and his right hand, which was originally holding Western glasses, was indifferently put down, and put it aside, only to see Emperor Jianheng smiled and said, "Weizhang is here." ”

"Wechen greets Your Majesty. ”

Yan Weizhang, who was half old, carefully lifted his robe, trembled and knelt down, looking at this appearance, Emperor Jianheng couldn't help waving his hand and said, "Get up, give me a seat." ”

"Wechen bowed and thanked the Holy Grace. ”

When Lingbao helped Yan Weizhang to sit down under the emperor's instructions, Emperor Jianheng glanced at it, smiled indifferently and took a sip of the teacup and said, "Yan Aiqing, you are older than me." ”

Yan Weizhang nodded with a smile when he heard this, and then bowed his hand respectfully and said: "Exactly, Your Majesty is in his prime, and Weichen is already at sunset." ”

When the emperor heard this, he smiled and said: "Aiqing is vain, even if it is a rookie in the Manchu Dynasty, he will have to bring more with Aiqing in the future." ”

Yan Weizhang shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Where can Weichen afford it." ”

Just as the two were talking, a little chamberlain cautiously stepped forward to say something to Lingbao, Lingbao glanced up, and then cautiously retreated.

Emperor Jianheng glanced at Yan Weizhang, and asked in a calm and gentle tone, "Yan Aiqing came over today, what is the matter?" ”

Yan Weizhang paused in his hand when he heard this, and under the wide sleeve, there was a hand that was tightly pressed against the chapter, but even so, the emperor noticed it, but he didn't say a word, just quietly waited for a reply.

Yan Weizhang touched the cover of the chapter as if he was considerate, and then raised his head in a little embarrassment, arched his hand towards Emperor Jianheng and said: "Back to Your Majesty, when the cabinet was drafting, Wei Chen saw a letter from it, one of which was a chapter, a wrong word, Wei Chen didn't know how to reply, so he came to ask His Majesty for instructions. ”

Emperor Jianheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "Aiqing is the first assistant of the court, it is inevitable that he will be too cautious, such a trivial matter, your cabinet will consider it yourself, why bother to go this trip in person." ”

Yan Weizhang paused slightly when he heard this, and asked in a cautious tone: "What Your Majesty said is just that if the words on the side are written incorrectly, but in this book, it is——"

Seeing Yan Weizhang's words flickering, Emperor Jianheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but seeing that he was extremely embarrassed, he lowered his voice and said, "Praise Your Majesty for writing the holy word of the ancient holy monarch incorrectly." ”

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Emperor Jianheng's lips gradually disappeared, Yan Weizhang did not raise his head, but only pretended not to see it and trembled and said: "Weichen didn't dare to approve at will, so he dared to disturb Your Majesty, and asked Your Majesty to take a look." ”

Saying that, Yan Weizhang slowly stood up and sent it up respectfully.

Emperor Jianheng took it coldly, and then slowly opened it, only to see that the last sentence on the chapter, the holy word of the ancient holy monarch happened to be on the horizontal side.

The curvature of Emperor Jianheng's lips gradually became cold, and his eyes gradually became uncertain.

This is a hint to him, a little short of the word "Holy Monarch"?

When Emperor Jianheng turned his eyes to look at the person who played the music, he saw that the font on it was quite free and easy to write in the Wei and Jin dynasties: "Xie Yunbai, the editor of the Chen Hanlin Academy, started the performance." ”

Xie Yun.