This year's spring in Chang'an came exceptionally early. After the sting, the thin ice in Longshou Canal had not yet melted, and the weeping willows of Baqiao had already pulled out new shoots. A faint greenery began to envelop the field, and the sound of the shepherd boy's flute sounded in the air.

Such a scene seems to be pregnant with endless hope. Although the grass color has not yet flourished, the young man in the spring shirt who has changed out of his heavy cotton clothes, calling friends and companions, carrying bows and arrows, has begun to go outside the city in advance.

At this time, of course, there are even more gathering activities of literati and scholars. With the advent of an unprecedented prosperous era, the literary development of the Han Dynasty and the reproduction of various schools of thought have caught up with the Spring and Autumn Period. Whether it is the words of the article or the hundred schools of thought, they are all showing a blowout trend.

Especially in recent years, from the emperor to the rulers of the imperial court to the officials of various counties and counties, they have attached great importance to the popularization of culture and education. Private schools began to spread all over the country. Although for ordinary people, literacy is still a very luxury. But as long as they are teenagers with a little qualification, they have already begun to enter the academy with the financial support of the government.

Spring events naturally need to be decorated with ornate rhetoric. I heard that Mr. Dong Zhongshu, who had personally taught the knowledge of today's children, will soon preside over a large-scale national academic gathering in the Royal Shanglin Garden. Of course, the participants are all world-renowned erudite and Confucian people, and this event has been prepared for a long time.

Such a high-level academic research is far from the common people, and there are few people who care about it. But for many people who inherit the doctrine of the hundred schools, this is of course a rare event. Therefore, during this period of time, countless talents from all over the world gathered in Chang'an, ready to participate in the meeting of Shanglin Yuan when the time comes, showing what they have learned in their chests, and it is unknown to know.

The spring breeze has brought a warm breath. In Chang'an City, there are many bells and food, and the sound of reading begins to be heard in the mansions. And those elegantly dressed gentlemen may be discussing the quality of the article with the noble marquis of the palace, and occasionally they are interested, of course, they will also unfold the pen and paper, consider the words and write the words, and enjoy them together.

It is said that His Majesty the Emperor in the Weiyang Palace is also very fond of some poetry and writing. And around him, in the past few years, a large number of talented scholars have gathered. The emperor did not like women, and he did not like to feast and hunt, and perhaps he liked literature, which was his only hobby.

This seems to be a habit that the royal family has cultivated in him for a long time. Since the time of the crown prince, the Bowang Garden where he is located has been full of literature, and there are all kinds of books and classics in the world. And now, this hidden mansion has been transformed into a collection of precious cultural and historical materials by his order.

No matter what status a person has attained, it is a great honor to be able to get the special approval of His Majesty the Emperor to enter Bowang Garden. Of course, this condition is very harsh, and so far, there are only a dozen people who can be qualified to enter with both ability and political integrity. They are all veritable top talents, and they are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In this palace complex, being able to be so cherished and collected by His Majesty the Emperor is, of course, extremely valuable things in terms of cultural inheritance since the Xia and Shang periods. And according to rumors, there is a separate palace in Bowang Garden, which was specially designated by the emperor. It contains the only traces of the Spring and Autumn Princes.

Most of the handwriting on these old bamboo slips has become a unique sound, and most of the handwriting on them was written and engraved by the ancestors of the past. They are either from the remnants of the fire in the Qin Palace, or they are collected from various places in the people, and the sources are varied...... For their respective successors, this is no less than a country

It's a treasure.

According to those who were fortunate enough to enter Bowangyuan, it was not these things that the emperor valued most. There are a few rosewood boxes that are extremely precious. However, no one has yet been qualified to open the box sealed by the emperor's imperial treasure himself, and has not been able to see the real face.

However, there is gossip in the palace that the contents of the rosewood box are the strategies and opinions of Changle Hou Yuanzhao over the years, as well as some of the poems and articles written by him himself. I don't know if this news is true or not, and of course no one will go to the emperor to verify it. But in the minds of many people, they probably think that this is true.

Every national policy and political theory that Yuan Hou has made over the years has been confirmed by history, and it is extremely correct and practical. It was in accordance with the general direction he pointed out that the Han Dynasty came to the point where it is today. Among them, the grand and great strategy, which has never been seen before, has become the consensus of the people of the world.

And the contribution of this young legend in literature is also obvious to all. Most of the poems he recited were generous and heroic, and they once stirred up the pride in the hearts of countless people and resonated. I have to say that in the sharp edge of the Han Dynasty, there is its inspiring power.

The feelings expressed in Yuan Zhao's writings not only aroused great admiration among the scholars, but also became the object of imitation. And it has become the text that many boudoir women fall in love with. Because of this, sometimes when they talk about it, Su Lingzhi and Princess Suxi will inevitably tease Yuan Zhao a few words, jokingly saying that he doesn't know how many women in the world have stolen the hearts of the world!

A joke is a joke after all. Of course, the two of them knew what kind of person Yuan Zhao was. Even if they have been together less and separated more over the years, they have never doubted this man's true feelings.

The days of spring sorrow are short, and the wind is blowing slowly, and in the Changle Waiting Mansion, Princess Suxi is writing the words she has been writing for a long time with the help of the maids.

It's a long poem. According to Yuan Zhao, there is a sad court story recorded in it. Although Princess Suxi has never figured out which dynasty is described in this work called "The Palace of Eternal Life", this does not affect her feelings.

Born in the royal family, she has heard and seen since she was a child, and this intelligent woman can naturally deeply understand the helplessness and sadness in it. When she was in Weiyang Palace, she had heard countless similar stories that happened in previous dynasties. Although the endings are different, those peerless celebrities and human emperors are just tragedies.

Fortunately, the queen mother finally escaped such a fate. Although she is a little lonely in the palace, compared with Queen Gillian, Mrs. Li, and Zhao Goyi, these beauties of the Han Palace, it is already the best ending.

Whenever she thought of this, Princess Suxi's heart was filled with gratitude. Gratitude to God, to the young man who helped all of their family. Because of this, occasionally when the small resentment caused by parting arises in my heart, it will disappear in the blink of an eye, and I no longer feel that it is a big deal.

Many of the beautiful maids around her had been brought from the palace. Empress Dowager Wei carefully selected them to send them to her favorite daughter, not wanting her to suffer a little hardship and endure a little danger from now on.

Her younger sister, Princess Yunxi, has been staying in the Hou Mansion a lot lately. The beautiful name is to take care of her sister, but in fact, everyone knows the little thoughts of this lively princess. It's just that the matter hasn't been clarified yet, and no one will say it without interest.

Yunxi has finally grown up

, although her temperament is a little rude, but the beauty inherited from her mother makes her even if she often loses her temper, someone will bear it silently without letting her suffer a little grievance.

This person is Lu Jun. The young man who was a little wooden would never have imagined that the noble princess of the royal family would finally choose him as his sweetheart. Ever since he found out about Yunxi's affection, he felt both panicked and a little overwhelmed.

In fact, Lu Jun knew from a very early age that his good brother Li Ling also liked Yunxi. He didn't know what the relationship between the three of them would be like in the future, just as he didn't know how to deal with the affectionate veins in those amorous eyes. Lu Jun even felt at a loss, he very much wanted to go to the master to seek an answer to this question. It's just that in his eyes, the omnipotent Yuan Zhao is not in Chang'an.

"The Zhilan jade tree is full of flowers, and the wind and snow are drunk.

Pick two or three branches, who do you spend a good time with?"

Princess Suxi looked at the flowers in the back garden that had bloomed, and couldn't help but think of the lover of the expedition. The professor who was called by Yuan, she has also liked these beautiful words and phrases recently. What I felt in my heart, when I wrote it down casually, I heard that my sister next to me had already praised it loudly.

"Sure enough, it's close to Zhu Zhechi! My sister's writing is so good, and it is not inferior to the poems written by the world's scholars to the emperor's brother who are waiting for the edict of Jinmamen! Hehe! ”

Su Xi glanced at Lu Jun, who was silently guarding the courtyard gate, with his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. Of course, she knew her sister's thoughts, and said with a smile.

"This is just our sister's boudoir work, don't talk nonsense, where are those good!"

"Outsiders say that my brother-in-law is so knowledgeable, but his disciples don't seem to have learned much about it...... All day long, I only know how to fight, kill, kill. Hum! Sister, in the future, your child must not dance with knives and guns, just learn his knowledge! Hee-hee. ”

Princess Suxi glanced at her, and automatically ignored what this tricky and eccentric girl deliberately said to the wooden boy not far away. She put down the plain note in her hand, and was about to say something more, when she suddenly felt fainting in front of her, and an overwhelming pain hit her .......

The Changle Houfu fell into chaos in an instant. Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, no one expected that the birth date of Princess Suxi would be advanced. And, worryingly, it wasn't long before some dangerous signs began to occur.

"Sister...... What happened to her? Yes......! ”

Look at the tension that hangs over the backyard and beyond. Princess Yunxi, who was isolated and waiting outside, had lost her face. She tightly grabbed Su Lingzhi, who came out and ordered the maids to prepare all kinds of things, and she was about to cry out in fright.

"Lu Jun, you protect Yunxi and hurry into the palace and tell the Queen Mother...... I respectfully invite her to come to the Marquis Mansion. ”

Su Lingzhi's face was a little pale. Her body has not yet recovered, but at this life-threatening moment, she has to hold back the panic in her heart to preside over the overall situation.

made the always stable Lingzhi out of proportion, and naturally something extremely serious happened...... Princess Suxi has a difficult birth!

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