Bu Yiyan is in a complicated mood now. He looked down and looked at the words that Yuan Zhao had written on a coarse cloth.

In his eyes, the handwriting was ugly. A crooked piece, when he saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but laugh shamefully.

Bu Yiyan scratched his head a little embarrassed when he saw the child, knowing that these words were written by him, he couldn't help but smile a little self-consciously.

But when he began to read these sentences, he could not hide the surprise in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Yuan Zhao next to him, and continued to look down.

"Quiet night guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red."

"The jade pestle and the cloud spring are in the moon, and the golden knife takes the rain to cut the yellow buds."

"Leisurely and leisurely, the snow building is full of tea and smoke."

"I don't envy the golden platform, I don't envy the white jade cup, I don't envy the jade building, I don't envy Zhu Zigui, I envy the Xijiang water, and I come in a cup of dreams!" …………。

The more I read, the more surprised I became, these scattered sentences were such quatrains!

Bu Yiyan was a young man who tied his hair and began to enter school, he was talented, sensitive and inquisitive, and was known as a prodigy in the township and county.

Later, he traveled around and was fortunate enough to meet his teacher, the man he admired most in his life.

It was a strange fate! Although that person only taught him for a short period of three years. But these three years are enough to indulge the young man's mind to infinity!

Because his teacher's name is Jia Yi.

Jia Yi was demoted to Changsha County. This famous minister with the talent of a prime minister has always been squeezed out by the powerful people of the DPRK and China and has been depressed, and his insightful views and administrative measures that have shocked the past and the present have been criticized and obstructed by those in power. Even with the sage of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, he had to put those precious books on the shelf and let the years be dusted.

The young Buyi was fortunate to accompany him for the last three years. Jia Yi liked this intelligent disciple very much, and almost all the essence of what he had learned in his life was taught to him.

Thirty-three-year-old Jia Yi finally ended up depressed in the smoky land of the southern country, regretting it for the rest of his life.

And the cloth clothes full of scriptures and scriptures and the great talent of warp and weft were only idle and displaced in the next 30 years, suffering from the world.

But even with this background, his arrogance and self-esteem have never changed, let alone the person who can make him bend his waist and bow his head.

At the age of nearly fifty, his heart was already gradually gray. But when he heard the news of recruiting talents from all over the world today, he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart, after all, he was unwilling to bear this talent!

Bu Yiyan traveled thousands of miles from the north to Chang'an, temporarily lived in this Fanxue Building, fell in love with the light of the Qingwu, and today, I saw these words written by Yuan Zhao to him.

"Can Mr. Buyi write these words on these plaques?"

"Uh...... OK...... OK. ”

"Please, sir. Well, these pieces of wood are going to be hung in the building to add a bit of atmosphere, uh, it's a literary atmosphere, hehe. ”

“…… Oooh...... Oops! Little brother, don't leave yet!"

When Bu Yiyan came back to his senses slightly, thought clearly about what Yuan Zhao meant, and looked up, the child had already left.

He was completely immersed in these words and phrases just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that these words were creative and had a long aftertaste!

He has read the words and articles of his predecessors, and he is proficient in the three hundred poems of Yasong. But who did and wrote such a concise verse that he had never read?

Bu Yiyan studied it carefully again and admired it greatly.

Such good words and sentences must be written well! He came to his senses all of a sudden, first cleaned up the cases in front of him, and polished the wooden plaques again. Grind the pine ink carefully, and then hold your breath, hang your wrist and write lightly, stroke by stroke.

Yuan Zhao returned to the backyard and saw Lingzhi standing there, directing several children to move for him.

"Pay attention...... Hey, little fat man, raise your hands higher, don't scatter all those flowers! ”

"Over here, over here, put that little shelf here."

………………。

Yuan Zhao opened his mouth wide, and after watching it for a long time, it turned out that these children in Fanxue Building had all been used as free labor by Lingzhi Zhang Luo.

Maybe the world of children is always simple, without the complexity of adults, and they have become familiar with it in half a day.

At this time, in the small remote room that was helping Lingzhi clean out, it was specially used to make those perfume waters.

Cui Hong is a little older, he just works quietly, but his expression is very happy.

Yu Dan got along with the little fat man, and the two of them partnered to carry things.

Xiaoice had enough of those delicious snacks and was satisfied. She is clever by nature, following behind Lingzhi, her sister is long and her sister is short, she likes Lingzhi very much, and soon the two of them have a good relationship.

Lingzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up and saw Yuan Zhao standing at the door of the small courtyard looking this way, and couldn't help but call her in disgust, thinking that he was not happy to come over to help.

Yuan Zhao had no choice but to come over and join this group of boy scouts.

The warm sunshine poured into the quiet courtyard, mixed with the occasional joke and small complaints, and more cheerful and slapstick .......

For the rest of the autumn of the year, these children will spend time in the Fan Xue Tower. This relaxed and happy time has also become everyone's most unforgettable memory in the years to come.

No matter in the future, they will become friends in life and death, or enemies in life and death!

A few years later, the world will be stirred by a few people in this small courtyard, and then look back on the past through the clouds of history, and you will find that the gathering and separation between people is so wonderful!

At this time, Yuan Zhao was eight years old, Lingzhi was ten years old, Cui Hong was twelve years old, the little fat man Ma Xiaoqi was seven and a half years old, Yu Dan was eight years old, and Xiaoice was a little more than seven years old. And the cloth clothes who are concentrating on writing the plaque carefully while admiring are forty-eight years old!

Wei Qing returned to Jianzhang Palace, first went to the place where their guards rested on weekdays to see Gongsun Ao's injury, and by the way, brought the injury medicine he had asked for from Yuan Zhao.

Gongsun Ao was seriously injured, and there were seven or eight deep wounds all over his body. If it weren't for the fact that this young man was strong, he might not have survived this time.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhao gave him homemade medicine in time that night. It's magical! The bleeding stopped then. After two or three days, a thin scab began to form.

This surprised Wei Qing and Gongsun Ao, who had just woken up. Of course, there are good healing and hemostatic medicines in the court, but they have never seen such a good effect.

Wei Qing did not tell Gongsun Ao the specific situation that night, he was a generous gentleman, and he promised Yuan Zhao's words, of course, he had to abide by them.

Gongsun Ao asked him several times, and he always said that after the master saved them, he drifted away without saying anything. Then they went to a nearby restaurant to ask for help, and on the way they met the same group of people on Changle Plateau, but fortunately those people had the wound medicine they brought and came to their aid. Later, it was the Yulin Army that found them.

Although Gongsun Ao still had some doubts in his heart, he naturally trusted his brother Wei Qing, so he no longer asked about that person's whereabouts. Before he fell unconscious that night, he had vaguely seen the lightning-fast murderous figure, and at this time he was about to rise, and his expression and words were full of reverence.

"Ho! It's amazing! Brother Qing, I have never seen such a powerful character. Unfortunately, I didn't see it that night...... What a pity!"

He looked around again and lowered his voice: "I heard the brothers in the Yulin Army say that they went to the scene to collect the corpses, and all those people were killed, all of them were killed with one sword!" Seventy or eighty people......!"

Wei Qing nodded, seeing that Gongsun Ao still wanted to say, knowing what he meant, he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it anymore, take care of your injuries." The rest of the matter has nothing to do with us, as long as ...... Just keep your little boy safe! ”

Gongsun Ao also nodded solemnly, feeling that the responsibility on his shoulders would be much heavier in the days to come.

The royal palace is strictly forbidden, and the old queen mother of Changle Palace Dou lives.

An old woman reclining on the couch, and several little palace maids waited beside her. Queen Chen Ajiao was beating her back while coaxing her to say something happy.

Liu Che, the son of Han Tianzi, knelt down respectfully and respectfully, smiling and interjecting from time to time.

And his mother, the Queen Mother, took the yellow satin silk book in her hand, and while reading the items listed on it, she carefully asked the old woman's opinion one by one.

The entire Han Empire can afford such treatment, and it is naturally the master of this Changle Palace...... The empress of Emperor Xiaowen, the mother of Emperor Xiaojing, and the current Empress Dowager are also!

Empress Dowager Dou is eighty years old this year! is older than the age of the Han family she cares for.

She accompanied Emperor Wen from the distant and remote northern Xinjiang Dynasty to enter the ups and downs of the central political stage. In the early years of her husband's succession, she gave him warmth and support in her arms.

After the death of Emperor Wen, Empress Dowager Dou continued to stand behind her son, and in the case of the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms outside and the speculation of the powerful ministers inside, she used her unique wisdom to help Emperor Jing resolve the palace crises again and again.

This old woman who has gone through five dynasties has witnessed or participated in all the major historical events of the Han Dynasty from its founding to the present. It's a real living fossil.

The figure of this old dragon clock, in the cognition of the government and the public, is already a guardian god-like existence. No matter how meritorious a courtier or a high-ranking general you are, in front of the Empress Dowager Dou, you will be respectful and respectful, and you will not dare to be careless.

The Han Empire ruled the world with "filial piety", and the Double Ninth Festival was a festival of respecting the elderly. In the Weiyang Palace, the activities of celebrating the festival for the Empress Dowager Dou have been prepared for a long time.

This matter was personally inquired into by the Queen Mother's wife, and all the details must not be sloppy. This is a matter related to the national system and the feelings of the people. Therefore, there must not be a trace of impropriety.

Empress Dowager Dou half-squinted her eyes, listened to Mrs. Wang's soft and slow speech, and after half a sound, she said slowly: "It's a little too cumbersome." I'm a dying person, so I don't have to do so much superficiality. ”

"The old man of the Queen Mother is the foundation of the country! Your health is the hope of the people of the world. These necessary ceremonies should be indispensable, otherwise we cannot express the meaning of the celebration of the government and the opposition! Mrs. Wang said with a smile on her face.

"Alas! That being said, it's just ...... It's too much to spend!"

"You don't have to worry about these things!" Emperor Liu Che interjected. He heard that the Empress Dowager Dou didn't say anything to refuse, but it just cost more, so he naturally knew it.

"At present, the national strength is growing and the treasury is abundant, these are the achievements of the Queen Mother and the legacy of the first emperor. The subjects of the government and the opposition look up to the old man with affection, like looking at the sun and the moon. A small break is also deserved. ”

"Hehe, my emperor's grandson always speaks, and he hasn't changed much when he becomes an emperor, and he always says that the old man is calm and calm, and he knows that you are a filial child. Okay, I'm not going to worry about it, just do what you say! ”

"Alas! In fact, it is worth the loss to spend the people's money every year for these false savings. There's nothing new about it, so why bother? I just can't bear to rub off your kindness!"

The emperor saw that the Empress Dowager Dou was happy, and he was busy talking and laughing for a while, afraid that she would be a little tired after a long time, so he talked for a while, and got up with Mrs. Wang to leave.

When she stepped out of the palace gate, she saw that Queen Gillian did not come out with her, and knew that she was angry with herself again. didn't wait for her, after saying goodbye to his mother, he went straight to Hanyuan Hall surrounded by palace maids and guards.

The Queen Mother looked at the back of the emperor's son and sighed silently, a little helpless. The rift between the emperor and the empress in the past has become deeper and deeper, and it is obviously becoming more and more incompatible.

In ordinary people's homes, this is just a trivial matter of fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. But in this royal forbidden garden, this is not a trivial matter!

The palace is up and down, and the future is endless! Her heart became more and more worried day by day.