Volume 1 The End of the Dynasty Chapter 91 Counting the past, the peony is in full bloom

After the two sons went out, Fang Shi only felt a little dizzy, and hurriedly helped the desk to sit on the chair, and the bronze mirror in front of her showed her wrinkled, very haggard face. Fang Shi looked at himself in the bronze mirror and smiled bitterly, time is really a carving knife, and he is no longer the handsome appearance he used to be.

Fang Shi gently raised his hand and took out a set of dressing things that he had already cleaned up, outlined the corners of his eyebrows, lightly applied a layer of blush to his face, untied his hair, and carefully combed her hair with the mahogany comb that Zhao Fang gave her when she got married.

All kinds of the past slowly came to mind, and she was thirteen years old that year, which was the time of being delicate and lovely.

One day, my father returned, followed by a young man with a face covered in mud and tattered clothes, like a beggar, and that boy was none other than Zhao Fang, who was only seventeen years old at the time.

Her father came back and told her that he had met him on the street, and that he was heroic and extraordinary, and that he would become a great weapon in the future, and wanted to marry her to him, she was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Zhao Fang carefully, his eyes were resolute, and he didn't seem to feel angry because he went to someone else's house.

She carefully cleaned up for him according to her father's wishes, and it turned out that he was really heroic.

Later, less than a year later, they were married, and she only remembered that the two of them sat at the head of the bed that night, did nothing, and sat quietly under the oil lamp until dawn.

There was a knock at the door and he was about to leave the door, and he took the mahogany comb out of his bosom, shoved it into her hand a little roughly, and turned and ran.

Another year passed, and Emperor Wuzong recruited Xiangyong to send troops to the north to attack the Yunluo people. Zhao Fang went to join the army. This year, she became pregnant, and it was her eldest son Zhao De.

She remembered very well that it was snowing heavily on the day he left, and he took her hand and said, "When I come back, I will definitely become a general, and then I will take you to live in the general's mansion." His words were gentle but domineering, as if everything had been expected by him.

At that moment, she really felt that this person was a man who stood up to the sky, and for her, there was only one person in the world, and there was no more.

He left, and the snow quickly covered up the footprints left by his walk, and that night, she really felt endless loneliness, and when he was there, even if the two of them sat together without talking, she felt very warm. He left suddenly, and the night seemed lonely and long, and she had not slept for a long time.

When the spring flowers bloomed in the second year, Zhao De was born, teasing the child every day, and she finally didn't miss him so much anymore, but she always thought about him in her midnight dreams, and asked herself again and again in her heart, he didn't know where he was now, whether he could eat enough and dress warmly.

Time passed in a hurry, and another year was approaching, she coaxed the child to sleep as usual, and came to the courtyard and was about to wash clothes, when suddenly there was a noise outside, and she went out to know that the emperor had returned from the northern expedition.

When she heard the news, she ran out of the city like crazy, squeezed into the crowd with all her might, and squeezed forward again, and saw in the distance the man who had been thinking about it day and night, dressed in shining armor, sitting on a white horse.

"It's him, he's back, he's back!" At that moment, she was ecstatic, she only felt that her heart was about to jump out, and this year was really difficult.

He fulfilled his promise and became a general. After the emperor's celebration banquet was over, he hurried back, and only hugged her tightly as soon as he entered the door.

Fang sighed, and still remembered that that embrace was really warm, so warm that people's body and mind were soft. Fang got up, took out the red clothes he wore when he got married from the box behind him, and looked at the oil lamp for a long time, the clothes were still the same as they were back then, there was no change at all, but the person was no longer the person he was back then.

The two hugged for a long time before reluctantly parting. "Let's go, I'll take you to our new courtyard, the emperor rewarded us, it's not very big, but there is everything in it, just leave all those chores to the servants to do, you just have a good rest."

The courtyard is really not too big, there are only two entrances, the front lives the next people, and the back lives their family, there are not many people, so it is very spacious and not crowded at all.

As soon as she walked into the courtyard, the subordinates on both sides bowed down and said, "Hello madam! It really scared her, since she grew so big, when had she ever seen such a battle? But then I got used to it.

Nearly two years later, one day, Zhao Fang returned to the house angrily, she helped him rub his shoulders, this thing has always been her doing, the next person always does not do well, either he is too heavy or he has no strength, only when she pinched he sat down with a satisfied face, and at the end he did not forget to praise her "or Mrs. is the best".

She poured him a cup of tea and asked softly, "Husband, what's wrong?" ”

Zhao Fang slapped the case hard, "Most of the officials in the DPRK and China have bribed everywhere, opened up the upper and lower channels, and all those who fought with me have been knighted, and I am still like this!" ”

She said softly and comfortingly: "We don't lack anything, and we don't have to fight like this, I think we were even more difficult than this back then, didn't we come over too?" It's much better now, and besides, our De'er can walk. ”

Zhao Fang's tense cheeks softened slightly, "I know, it's just that I'm a little angry in my heart, I, Zhao Fang, don't bother to be a dog for the sake of official status!" ”

This is his temper, he has been like this all the way, never willing to bow to others for something.

In the year of Emperor Wuzong's death, he should be the saddest one in the Manchu Dynasty, that was the first time she saw him cry, and he wore filial piety for Emperor Wuzong to thank Emperor Wuzong for his kindness.

Also in the same year, she gave birth to her second son, Zhao Yan.

Emperor Daizong succeeded to the throne, and the first magnate Huang Gongfu appeared in the court. Whether it is the officials of the DPRK or the local officials, they have given gifts for their future careers, and even those subordinates in Huang Gongfu's mansion have received many strange playthings, but Zhao Fang has never given them, he still said the same thing, and refused to bow his head to be a dog for these things.

In this way, Zhao Fang sat in the position of the lowest general for fifteen years. It just so happened that the last assassin of Jiaozhou passed away suddenly, and the court discussed sending people to take over the affairs of Jiaozhou.

Many officials began to think about it again, and some wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a big profit, openly and secretly marked the bid code and began to buy and sell officials. Some people began to send people to give gifts up and down, just to let their names appear in front of the emperor.

Among them, there is Jiaozhou Thorn Shi Tang He, at that time Tang He was still a small county Cheng, but this person's vision is very poisonous, and he saw through the key at a glance, he secretly asked people to overcharge nearly thirty percent of the tax, and the grain that grew out was sold by him for silver taels, and bought many rare and strange things from all over the country, and sent them to the court officials through various channels, basically everyone received Tang He's gifts.

Zhao Fang naturally received it, he smiled faintly, patted the exquisite box, and after a long time, he called the person who gave him the gift, and said, "I can't accept the gift from your family, after all, I don't have the right to help him, you better take it back." ”

Since then, the relationship between Tang He and Zhao Fang has become ossified. Zhao Fang looked down on this eight-sided and exquisite person, and Tang He secretly said that Zhao Fang was proud of himself.

I don't know who put Zhao Fang's name in front of the emperor, and Emperor Daizong remembered that there was another Zhao Fang who followed the emperor to fight on the battlefield and sat in the position of the last general for fifteen years.

It's just that Huang Gongfu received Tang He's gift, and he said all kinds of good things about Tang He in front of Emperor Daizong, saying that he was an upright official and a good official praised by everyone in the party. The almost god-like words finally moved Emperor Daizong, and Emperor Daizong ordered Tang He to make a history of Jiaozhou assassination.

When Emperor Daizong went to the court, he looked at Zhao Fang who was standing solemnly, and felt a little guilty about him, so he ordered Zhao Fang to be a silent guard and worship the three products.

Since then, they have reached this silent pass, and now five years have passed, after the Xuanzong Dynasty, to the current Yongchang period.

Fang Clan let out another breath and changed into the red clothes he wore when he got married. Because of the slight distortion of the body, it has long since lost the appearance of the year, and in some places it only feels narrow and tightly tied, which is very uncomfortable, but these are not important things.

Thinking of everything I have experienced in the past 20 years is like a passing cloud, and it is like a dream.

Fang picked up the tea that he had prepared a long time ago, drank it all, calmly walked to the bed, lay down, and spread out the red clothes on his body on the bed, like a peony flower blooming desperately.