His Majesty and Zhao Gan walked side by side, and they didn't talk much, and they stopped at the point, which meant that they were all in it.

The two stopped in front of the small river flowing through the Luoyang Palace.

Zhao Qian asked, "Does my father miss the time to review the chapters?" ”

"No, not at all." His Majesty stopped, put the shovel aside, squatted down, stretched out his hand and held a handful of water, which was spread on his face, wiped it with his sleeve, and let out a long sigh, refreshed: "Well, I miss a little bit once in a while, not because of habit, but because of the contradictory humor on the music." For example, in a battle with the Huns, the military department can write more than 10,000 beheadings and break the enemy army. The Ministry of Rites wrote that it was a labor and a loss of money, and it barely won a narrow victory, which made people shake their heads and smile bitterly. ”

"That's how history books are written." Zhao Qian said with a smile, and also washed his face in the appearance of His Majesty.

His Majesty the Emperor stood up and looked at a few thatched houses not far away: "So Xiahou Xiangyang, which should have been famous for thousands of years and admired by the world, has become a stain on the history books, but what Lin Wan'er said is correct, he is a saint, and Xu Xiao and I can't compare." He wanted to build a paradise and fight for it, but I'm sure he also thought in private that the so-called paradise was a tower in the sky, a mirror and a moon, and it could never be realized, so Qian'er and Xiahou went south, and the reason for asking for death accounted for more than half. A saint can't stand the imperfection of the world, let alone such a turbid world, when powerlessness and helplessness sublimate into despair, Xiahou's death is inevitable. There are no long-lived enemies in the world, and there are no long-lived saints, who will not bow their heads to reality and compromise. Rather bend than bend, the fate is doomed. ”

Zhao Qian nodded and paused. Suddenly asked: "Father, did you already know that Xiahou was going south and deliberately faked his death, if Xiahou really had to capture the capital, you would appear?" ”

"Haha, I didn't think that far, as long as I could escape the cage of the palace. A day of happiness is a day. His Majesty the Emperor laughed heartily, picked up the shovel, and twisted in style. Walk towards the thatched hut.

The shovel followed the emperor's turn, drew an arc in the air, and headed towards Zhao Gan's head.

Zhao Qian reacted quickly and lowered his head. Dodge the shovel. Suddenly, he suddenly brightened up, and said to himself: "If it's really an old fox, it seems that not only my father knows that Xiahou is going south, but even Xu Xiao, the king of Xiliang, knows that Xiahou is going south." The imperial court and the world thought that the Zhenbei Army was balancing and deterring the Xiliang Army, but in fact, it should be that the father and Xu Xiao had a private conversation, and the Xiliang Army, which seemed to be a big tail and threatened the imperial court, was actually to deal with the Zhenbei Army that was restricted. ”

Zhao Qian shook his head. Father and Xu Xiao both came step by step from the smoke of war, and they have never seen any conspiracies. If the two join forces to lay out, it will be based on the world as a game and a deadline of decades, obediently, it is not something that can be summed up in four words.

Approaching the thatched house, before entering the house, His Majesty and Zhao Qian heard the sound of Rou Jia crying in the house, needless to say, this girl must have hugged the queen and cried in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, Roujia's crying gradually lowered, the queen took Roujia and Yan'er's little hands and walked out, and Zhao Ting walked behind and secretly wiped her tears.

Zhao Qian looked at the queen, his eyes were red, but he knelt on his knees, kowtowed and bowed with standard palace etiquette: "The son knocks to see the queen mother, the queen mother is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!" ”

Rou Jia didn't understand, and sobbed: "Third brother, you didn't pay attention to these etiquettes before, how can you still pay tribute when you see your father and queen mother today?" ”

His Majesty the Emperor, who looked more and more like an old peasant, raised his foot and kicked Zhao Gan's ass, and snorted coldly: "This kid is complaining about your queen mother, but in a different way." ”

Yan'er lowered her head and smiled, Brother Qian'er was really interesting, no wonder Sister Wan'er liked it. Zhao Ting secretly raised his eldest mother's finger, the third brother is powerful, this is okay.

"Let's go inside, let's get him on his knees here." His Majesty the Emperor led everyone into the house.

After a while, Rou Jia's exclamation came from the house: "Ah, I understand, the third brother is retreating as advancing, and complaining about people makes people have nothing to say." ”

Zhao Gan, who was outside the house, stood up, slapped the dirt on his knees, and smiled kindly.

Dinner was settled in the thatched house, and His Majesty and the Empress not only lived in the thatched hut, but also lived a simple life like ordinary people, and the meal was very simple, which was cooked by the Empress on the simple stove built by His Majesty.

After Roujia broke three bowls, Yan'er pushed her out of the kitchen, Roujia's eyes lit up, and she smiled and wanted to pour tea and water for His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor was busy reaching out to protect the tea set he had made himself, and found a reason to hold back and break Roujia away.

No matter how much reason she suffocated, she could coax Rou Jia, she happily jumped out of the door to play, and Gonggong Hong followed behind and went out.

The sun was setting, the sunset was filling the sky, the family set up a table and stool in front of the thatched house, and ate a simple meal, after eating, Roujia rushed to brush the dishes, where did the queen dare to let the kitchen killer get close to the dishes and chopsticks, and Yan'er cleaned up, washed the fruit and put it on the table.

Roujia and Yan'er lay in the queen's arms, and Zhao Ting moved a horse to sit beside His Majesty, like a little follower.

"Let's talk about it, tell me the whole story, before and after, with your mother, especially with Lin Wan'er." His Majesty the Emperor opened his mouth and said, his tone was incompatible, at this moment His Majesty the Emperor finally had the majesty of the past, not the old farmer who went to the vegetable garden to pick peas.

Everyone was interested, they knew something from bits and pieces, but there were still too many questions to ask.

Zhao Gan picked up an apple and took a bite: "This matter is a long story, but no matter how long it is, I will say it." ”

From the previous life to the present life, from Shangjing to Lanzhou, and then to Xiliang, he told the story with Lin Wan'er one by one, and also told Chen Nuonuo's secret, the whole story is strung into a line, and some strange accidents constitute absolute inevitability. The queen's eyes were slightly red when she heard that the real Zhao Qian had drowned in the small lotus pond. Zhao Qian opened his mouth and said, the queen mother, the child has always been Zhao Qian. The queen nodded and hugged Roujia and Yan'er tightly in her arms.

After listening to this, His Majesty was touched for a long time: "The world is long and magical, what we are experiencing now is only one of the many possibilities in Chen Yatou's view, it seems that I am absolutely right to give up the throne." ”

Zhao Qian smiled, there were some things he had omitted, and he picked out the key points.

"Qian'er, since your world is so magical, are there some obvious truths that are absurd in this world?" His Majesty asked.

"The sky is round." Zhao Qian thought for a moment and replied that the depiction of the world by the intellectuals of the Great Wei State tended to be perceptual analysis rather than objective reasoning. (To be continued.) )