All day long, Qin Hao was thinking in his mind: Lao Tzu is going to enter Lingyan Pavilion?

To be honest, at this moment, Qin Hao only felt that he was falling into the clouds, as if in a dream, he had been silly all day long, pinching his thigh from time to time to make sure that this was really not a dream.

"Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis." As the first prosperous era in Chinese history, Zhenguan was relatively brilliant in the entire long river of history, not only Li Shimin himself was admired by later generations as a model of emperors, but also the ministers naturally became the role models and models of later generations of courtiers, among them, the most famous is nothing more than these twenty-four people.

To be honest, Qin Hao was really surprised that he was on the list, but it wasn't that he didn't have enough credit, all the changes in Datang in the past ten years were inseparable from him, if he didn't have really good achievements, he would not have been awarded the title of county prince and become the top group of people in the world.

It's really that he himself is too young, in the end, no matter how important Ling Yan Pavilion is in the eyes of future generations, it is still essentially Li Shimin's humerus ministers who feel that they have left him one by one, and they are set up for nostalgia for old friends.

So the ones on it are either dead or dying, and it seems that it is quite abrupt to go up by yourself.

He didn't realize that the weight of Qin Hao's two words in the Tang Dynasty, Ling Yange's original intention was to miss the old man, but since the day he was completed, it has an extremely strong color, and it is still a political cake in essence, and Li Shimin must also consider a balance of forces from all sides.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that among the twenty-four ministers, the old people of the Qin Palace, the founding heroes, and the Zhenguan heroes, each of the three accounts for eight, one is not much, and one is not a lot, and it is not really arranged according to the size of the merit, otherwise how could Pei Lin not be among them, let alone a simple Li Shimin's personal memorial service, otherwise Liu Wenjing would not be left behind anyway.

These are the twenty-four people who compromised and accommodated each other between the founding heroes, the Qin Wangfu group, and the Zhenguan upstarts, and finally selected twenty-four people.

Even Qin Hao himself didn't know that he had now become a benchmark in the post-Zhenguan era, and among all the people who came out after Zhenguan, the current one with the highest title was the idol of all Zhenguan Xinchen.

More importantly, he represents a force, an emerging force: the Green Gang.

Today's Green Gang is no longer a refugee organization established by him and Xu Jie on a whim for self-preservation, but a super behemoth that has penetrated into all aspects of Datang's economic life.

With such a force, as long as Li Shimin is not blind, it is impossible to ignore their feelings, so although Qin Hao is only twenty-six, he can only go to this Lingyan Pavilion with the other twenty-three old guys.

Qin Hao naturally had to be cautious about such a major matter, and all day long, he was thinking about a question, that is, what kind of posture did he want to pose?

This ink blot can make Yan Liben sad, the other twenty-three, most of them have already hung, and the few who are not dead are also dying and old, and they must not be able to paint according to their current appearance, they must combine their existing appearance and the portraits they have left before, and then combine a little bit of their own secondary re-creation to paint.

Only Qin Hao is an exception, this young man is already outrageous, and it is the most handsome time in his life to directly pose and draw it truthfully, especially when this person is still alive and kicking, if he dares to draw it like it, the signboard of a lifetime can be regarded as smashing.

But it's been a whole day, and this thing just won't let him paint, so can we have a good New Year?

In fact, Qin Hao and his whole family were thinking about this problem with Qin Hao at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and Li Xin said that he should be allowed to take a book, carry his hands behind his back, wear a plain white silk shirt, and be a beautiful young man, like a beautiful young man.

Fluttershy said that he should take a sword and wear a handsome armor, after all, he had also been on the battlefield, Qin Xiaohao was even more, he felt that he should be allowed to wear court clothes and hold a stack of banknotes, because his greatest credit was to help Datang issue and stabilize banknotes, especially banknotes, which represent businessmen, if the power of capitalism rises in the future, such a painting will bring him a great advantage.

In the end, it was decided to ask Yan Liben to draw a full-body portrait of him wearing a court robe and holding a wat board, after all, he was juxtaposed with a large group of elders, so that he was humble.

Li Xin also planned to sew a new set of court clothes for him by himself, in order not to drive Yan Liben crazy, Qin Hao refused, after all, painting is not taking pictures, and no matter how Yan Liben paints the holy hand, it is unlikely that he will draw the old and new clothes.

On the day when the Lingyan Pavilion was built, he was on it with his master Wei Zheng and father-in-law Li Xiaogong, thinking that it would become a beautiful conversation after a thousand years, and he was really a little excited to think about it.

The years are quiet, and everything is so beautiful.

It's just that the good times don't last long, the year hasn't been over yet, and the joy of Shangling Yan Pavilion has not passed, and a thunderbolt-like news came from a sunny day: Wei Zheng, it's not going to work.

Qin Hao's whole person was not good when he heard the news, because in his memory, Wei Zheng still had a whole year to die before he died, he persuaded Wei Zheng to retire to the Tang Federal Reserve, just hoping that he could live longer after ignoring mundane things, but some people may be born to fight, and if there is a breath of true qi in their stomachs, they can hold it all the time, and once the true qi is discharged, they will never be able to return to heaven.

When the galloping horse came to Wei Zheng's mansion, he was already close to dying, the imperial doctor has come to see several waves, but he has never seen a reason, the so-called imperial doctor of this year, most of the treatment depends on Meng, in fact, the vast majority of diseases can not be seen, the real Dacheng Chinese medicine to the Ming Dynasty after the Compendium of Materia Medica is written, there are nearly a thousand years, and the cure is not good all depends on life.

Obviously, Wei Zheng belongs to the wave of people whose fate is not very good.

As soon as Qin Hao came, he knelt down with a puff, because Wei Zheng has been sick for a long time this time, and his family has some psychological preparations, although he cried very sadly, but his emotions are actually quite calm, after all, people always have to be born, old, sick and die, Wei Zheng is sixty and three this year, which is definitely the end of his life in Datang.

On the contrary, it was Qin Hao, because he always believed that he would live until next year, but he was stunned for a while, his brain was empty, and his eyes were spent.

Shi Niang Pei said: "Master, Zhenheng is here, look at him, don't you have something to say to him?" ”

Wei Zheng's breath was very weak, and his hands were like withering, trembling and stretched out, Qin Hao hurriedly knelt in front of the couch and held his hands tightly, but he was already a little silent.