In the old city of Hejian, the city wall has been demolished and only the north side remains. Originally, the northern wall was also planned to be demolished. Later, somehow, it was stopped, but many intersections were opened in the city walls.

I heard from the newly established Cultural Department of the Imperial Court that it was to protect ancient buildings and relics, so that future generations could still see the relics of this era for thousands of years. So this section of the city wall has been inexplicably preserved.

It is the city wall of Bianliang, and a lot of it has been preserved.

In the old city of Hejian, there is a large courtyard, which used to be the location of the Hejian Mansion. For nearly twenty years, the place was strictly martial law by ironclad soldiers. After that, there were many rumors that most of the people of the Zhao family in the old dynasty were under house arrest.

Now, no one has the heart to guess, maybe everyone knows who lives inside, maybe everyone doesn't have the heart to care about who lives inside, and now in this world, it's too late for everyone to make money, so no one cares about these things. Anyway, it's a military control zone, and it's a place that can't be approached.

I heard that more than ten years ago, there was a big bloody case here, hundreds of people attacked here from all directions, and in the middle of the night, they shouted to kill the heavens.

In the early morning, when the people went out, they only saw unwashed blood stains on the road.

Later, it was quiet, and nothing came out of it.

Today, a carriage came to this courtyard, the carriage was not luxurious, and a woman came down from the carriage, dressed very ordinarily, but the temperament was different from that of others.

Pedestrians on the side of the road were also curious to look at the gate here. Because the gate of this courtyard is rarely seen open. Today it was opened, and there were people going inside. It's just that no one can see the woman who went into the courtyard, and the iron armor around her can't be seen closely.

When the woman entered the courtyard, she saw that her face was full of red light, and her face was full of excitement.

The courtyard was extremely deserted, and there was no one else to be seen except for the rows of iron armor walking around the corridor. It wasn't until you entered the inside that you could see a few people walking around.

There was no sound of conversation, and there was no noise.

Only when the woman entered the room cried out, "Father, my daughter has come to see you." ”

In the front hall, an old man with a pale beard hurriedly rushed out, his face was also overjoyed, and he ran over to meet the woman, laughing loudly: "Yingluo, the moon is gone, I look forward to you coming every day for my father." ”

The old man is Zhao Ji. The woman is naturally Zhao Yingluo, the daughter of Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji is now, just like an ordinary old man, when he saw his daughter coming home, he was overjoyed, and he also welcomed Zhao Yingluo to the hall.

Zhao Yingluo was naturally also pleased, and took out a stack of things from a small bag in his hand, and stuffed them into Zhao Ji's hand. He also said: "Father, this is your manuscript fee, as well as the money from selling calligraphy and paintings." The manuscript fee is not much, only more than thirty yuan, but your Chinese New Year's Eve thin gold post sold for 18,000 yuan. The picture of Qixia was sold for an even larger price, 26,000 yuan. ”

When Zhao Ji heard this, he took the banknote handed by Zhao Yingluo and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this calligraphy and painting has risen, and it seems that the price has risen by three or four percent." ”

Zhao Yingluo also smiled lightly when he heard this: "Father, now on the market, Mr. Bai Yitu's calligraphy and painting are the most expensive, as long as a new work comes out, there is no market." Next month, it will be a bid of 100,000 yuan, but I am afraid that some people will rush to it. ”

Bai Yitu is naturally a pen name used by Zhao Ji, or a pseudonym. The three words "white and earth" are stacked together, which is the word "emperor". Originally, when Zhao Ji took this pen name, he still had some thoughts about the past in his heart, and he never forgot the glory of the Zhao family, which was the right lord of China. So I took this pen name.

Now Zhao Ji has long forgotten about the sons of the sky, His Majesty the Emperor. It's just that the name of Mr. Bai Yitu has been used.

Perhaps those who are eager to buy calligraphy and paintings can also guess some. The iconic thin gold body, the name Bai Yitu. How can it not make people think about it. In this world, if someone else calls him Bai Yitu, I am afraid that he has already been approached by someone from the Inspection Division.

Zhao Ji is not surprised by this banknote now, and the living expenses of the Zhao family are actually responsible for Zhao Ji alone. Since Zhao Ji began to sell calligraphy and paintings to earn manuscript fees, the imperial court no longer allocated funds for the living expenses of the Zhao family.

Zhao Ji is now really raising a large family of rations and consumption by himself. But he doesn't care, it seems that Zhao Ji still enjoys this feeling and supports his family, which is something that Zhao Ji has never felt in his life.

I only saw that Zhao Ji took out a few large bills of 1,000 yuan from the banknotes and stuffed them into Zhao Yingluo's hands.

Zhao Yingluo hurriedly wanted to refuse, but Zhao Ji had already spoken: "It's not for you, it's for my granddaughter, because my father can't go out, so I can't go to the street to buy something, so you buy something for your father to give to her." ”

Zhao Yingluo did not refuse at this time, but put away the banknotes, and then said: "Father, this time my daughter has brought good news." ”

Zhao Ji was a little surprised, and asked, "What other good news can there be for a father." ”

Zhao Yingluo hurriedly said: "Father, my daughter heard Li Xianggong and His Majesty say one thing yesterday, that is, the matter of lifting her father's house arrest, but Your Majesty did not open his mouth to refuse. Hopefully, it won't be long before my father will be free to go out. ”

Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard this, his figure fixed on the spot, and after a while, he asked again: "Yingluo, are you serious about what you said?" ”

"Seriously, how not to be serious, my daughter is standing on the side, hearing it with my own ears, His Majesty and Li Xianggong did not shy away from their daughter, and they said it bluntly in front of them at this time." Zhao Yingluo said with a smile.

"Good, good, really good. Your Majesty's kindness is profound, and if this is the case, you must bow down to Your Majesty's grace. When Zhao Ji heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

is the words to speak, Zhao Ji's footsteps unconsciously walked left and right a few times, and then said: "Yingluo wait a minute, I'll call your brothers to come and let them know about it, tonight... Tonight be drinking, when drinking... ”

Zhao Ji was already so happy that he was a little incoherent.

Zhao Yingluo just stood aside, watching her father happy, and watching her father overjoyed.

Zhao Ji stepped out of the hall and went straight to the backyard, such news is really unimaginable for the people in this courtyard.

Zhao Ji, whose beard was white, jumped all the way, shouting all the way. The people who came out of the courtyards of the wings were all happy, and they asked questions again and again, and they couldn't believe it.

Zhao Huan was also among them, and at this time, Zhao Huan's hair was half whiter, and he was much fatter.

But at this time, Zhao Huan respected his father a lot more than before, and he must be polite and courteous when meeting, and he must bow down and bow down.

The livelihood of this family depends on Zhao Ji alone, and these people can't afford to disrespect Zhao Ji.

Sometimes, people are just so realistic.

Or it can't be said to be reality. Maybe Zhao Huan also understood a truth at this time, if it wasn't for Zhao Ji, he Zhao Huan would be nothing. If it weren't for Zhao Ji becoming the emperor, how could he, Zhao Huan, sit on the throne. Although it was all empty in the end, but in the past two decades of getting along day and night, abandoning all competing interests, many things, such as emotions, have become more and more innocent and beautiful.

Zhao Huan, after all, slowly learned to be grateful and repentant. Know what you've done and gone wrong.

The whole family is happy.

There is wine and feasting. This banquet is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Because of Zhao Ji, he has many sons and daughters in this life. More than thirty sons, more than thirty daughters. From this point of view, Zhao Ji is quite successful.

Zhao Ji even moved a box from his room, and then moved out a lot of calligraphy and paintings.

On this wine table, Zhao Ji opened the box, which was full of banknotes, which were also Zhao Ji's savings over the years.

I heard Zhao Ji speak: "Today, I have decided for my father. It is the separation of the family, and the father has also accumulated some possessions over the years. Son, divide more. The daughter should also have a dowry. In the future, my son, each seeking his own life. When a daughter marries, she receives a dowry from her father. You can marry whoever you marry, whether it is a scholar or a peddler or a pawn, it is up to you to decide. ”

At this time, Zhao Ji seemed to be very free and easy, while speaking, he took out the banknotes from the box, counted them slowly, counted them slowly, and counted them slowly, and counted them for himself.

Then, the feast suddenly turned into a cry.

It was Zhao Yingluo, who also hid her face and cried.

Zhao Ji's face did not change, he just counted his banknotes by himself. On the banknotes, there is no favoritism. But Zhao Ji also has a preference after all, and his favorite son, such as Zhao Kai, gave two more calligraphy and paintings. Zhao Huan only took a calligraphy and painting. Zhao Gou, Zhao Xiang and others did not have a single calligraphy or painting.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Yingluo, who also got two.

In the future, these people will probably have to make their own living.

Zhao Ji has his own other plans.

Sure enough, the emperor issued a secret decree. The door to the house was finally opened in the early hours of the night. There were still a few drunken pedestrians on the street, and no one seemed to notice that the house was opened.

One by one, carriages carried countless people from this compound to the outside of the city.

Under the emperor's will, the men in this mansion were assigned to the north and south, all with the surname Bai, and they all had new identities. But this will is also quite severe, but if anyone is caught talking nonsense, he will be immediately sent to prison for treatment, and those who disobey will be immediately executed. Even if there is no disobedience, they will be sent to the land of the far north to be reclaimed, and they will never be allowed to return.

This thing seems so simple. But it made Yan Qing anxious, so many people, in the next few decades, have become a burden on the inspection department.

Zhao Ji is the only one, but he is not restricted and can move around freely.

Zhao Ji, who has white hair, walks on the street, as if he is in another world. I wanted to enter the imperial city to meet Zheng Zhi, but Zheng Zhi refused.

Zheng Zhixing may also have read some kindness, remembering Zhao Ji's kindness back then. But Zheng Zhi is unwilling to see Zhao Ji again after all. The two met a little awkwardly, and Zheng Zhi didn't know what to say to Zhao Ji, and he didn't know what else the two had to talk about. Rather than being so embarrassed, it's better not to forget it.

Zhao Ji also has a few wives and a few eunuchs by his side. But he didn't leave a single child. This point is also the meaning of the holy decree, and Zhao Ji can also see it.

The group walked down the street between the rivers, followed by two carriages.

Just walking, walking, until dawn, walking into the street, crowded. Zhao Jicai led people to find a place to have breakfast.

No one recognized His Majesty the Emperor anymore. After eating, Zhao Ji continued to walk the streets, sleepless all night, and did not feel tired at all. Zhao Ji just wanted to walk like this, walk in the crowd like this, and walk on the street.

Look at the novelty everywhere, the towering houses, the concrete floor, and the pedestrians coming and going.

When I was tired, I found a teahouse and sat down and listened to the performance of the storyteller inside. After enough rest, I continued to go out and walk.

Sometimes, I don't know what Zhao Ji thinks in his heart. But he was able to move himself a little, and then burst into tears. Sometimes, Zhao Ji was full of smiles and happily asked about some novelties, ignoring the ignorance of others.

Walking around, the alum building on the side of the street made Zhao Ji stop and enter, just to find a sleeve.

found a sleeve, and the two hugged their heads and cried a few times. left in a hurry, and Zhao Ji went to the street again. I went around the new imperial city, and I also stopped the roadside merchant to buy a few maps, buy a few nautical charts, and look through them as I walked.

Yisleeve went to find Li Er and handed over the management rights of Fan Lou. I went to see Master Li again, which was a farewell.

Two days later, one sleeve followed Zhao Ji south.

The purpose of this trip is Bianliang.

Along the way, accompanied by the sound of the piano, Zhao Ji himself was also interested in singing a few songs. Mr. Bai Yitu's lyrics, in the past ten years, are also famous, and I don't know how many times I have sung them in Fan Lou.

Life is like a dream, right and wrong, success or failure!

After a dream, Zhao Ji turned his head and woke up and found that this real life is the real life, flesh and blood.

In the imperial city between the rivers, Zhao Ji could only go around the outside of the imperial city.

In this imperial city of Bianliang, Zhao Ji paid a few tickets, and the group was unimpeded.

The scene in the dream is already the same, and the stories inside are all vivid.

The vast Genyue is still the appearance designed by Zhao Ji himself, and the scenery has not changed at all. The birds and beasts in Genyue have become more numerous and more diverse.

Parrots from South America, lions from black lands. A gorilla that is many times stronger than a man.

Wait a minute...

Visitors are like weaving, the blood and sweat of the people in those years, the Genyue garden created, and now it is the pastime of the people for long knowledge.

The culmination of garden art in the world is only Gen Yueer.

The tower is not open to the public. I don't know why Zhao Ji subconsciously walked here today, the door was open, and Zhao Ji walked in.

Inside, one set up, the slightest change. The half-ground ink strip is still leaning against the inkstone on the table. All kinds of calligraphy and painting brushes are still hanging neatly on the pen stand.

Zhao Ji suddenly shouted as if he was in another world: "Sande, pen and ink are waiting!" ”

The little eunuch who knelt in front of Zheng Zhi trembling in the past has now become a middle-aged man, and when he heard Zhao Ji's shout, he seemed to be a little excited, and hurriedly stepped forward to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Zhao Ji lifted the pen and waved.

"Dream of Gen Yue" jumped on the paper!

Looking back, the sky was already dark, there were already lights around him, and there was no one in Genyue. But no one came to this tower to disturb him.

After the drawing, Zhao Ji put down his pen, suddenly felt very hungry in his belly, and said: "Sande, what time is it?" ”

"Official, maybe it's almost dawn."

Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't know that he had been painting from the morning to the early morning of the next day. When I looked back, I saw that the people who accompanied me, including Yisleeve, were all sleeping on the ground, and there were many quilts from nowhere.

Zhao Ji said: "Wake everyone up, let's go, find a place to eat." I never came again. ”

Sande didn't care about the deep meaning of Zhao Ji's words that he would never come again in the future, but just turned around to wake everyone up.

I woke up with sleepy eyes, walked to the head, and looked at the "Dream of Genyue Picture" painted by Zhao Ji, and was already dumbfounded.

But he still wanted to appreciate it a few times, so he heard Zhao Ji smile and said: "One sleeve, you have many ways." Find a seller for this picture tomorrow and sell it for a good price. You have to sell it for more than 100,000 yuan to be suitable. ”

After drawing a picture for a day and a night, Zhao Ji opened his mouth and shouted that he was going to sell.

This may be a relief.

Yisleeve hurriedly stepped forward to roll up the picture with the ink that had dried, and only said: "Official, the concubine bought it, and sold it to the concubine for 100,000 yuan." ”