"That's right. The questions you ask me, my answers, and your reasons are the same. Xue Gaoyan looked at the night sky, as if he had seen the hell of that night again.

And the brightest light.

He smiled, and waved into the void.

"Student, Xue Gaoyan, ask Master Zi'an."

No one answered.

Hua Er suddenly remembered that back then, in the struggle between the Imperial Party and the Right Prime Party, the Jia family was exiled because of their opposition to Zhao Yin, and the clan was degraded and exiled, and Jia Zhang was depressed and died.

indirectly because of Zhao Yin.

Becoming a king and defeating a king, the years have passed by, but how many old people are still left behind, trapped in time.

At the end of October, November was in sight, and the north wind blowing through the imperial palace was sandwiched with ice slag.

The old people said it was going to snow, later this year.

The red wall is golden, and it is inevitable that it will be depressed in such a sky. So at night, the palace lit a ten-mile glass palace lamp, saying that it was warm and warm.

Luo Xia walked in this bright daylight light.

However, she did not squint, and her shadow disappeared into the darkness, and she came to a deserted bell tower.

Embroidered shoes climbed the bell tower step by step, and when the bright yellow figure appeared in her sight, she bowed down: "Your Majesty, you summoned slaves and maids?" ”

"yes. I heard that you are the day of the day. The palace people gave you a small celebration, and I also gave you a gift. Zhao Yin turned around and smiled.

The dignified son of the West Zhou Dynasty sat on the bluestone ground on the ground, the wind was high and the wind was blowing, and his eyebrows and eyes lost the majesty of the king, but a touch of the affinity of the old man.

In front of him was a statue, small, copper, ordinary goods that could be bought all over the street.

Luo Xia understood and smiled: "The slave is full of twenty-nine." ”

"Oh, thirty." Zhao Yin thought thoughtfully, "It's really fast." No wonder I feel old. ”

The corners of Luo Xia's lips twitched: "Your Majesty...... Twenty-nine, slave and maid twenty-nine, one year away from thirty. ”

Zhao Yin shrugged indifferently: "Isn't it just a year?" Is there a difference between twenty-nine and thirty? No, thirty is rounded, so it's easier to remember. ”

If it weren't for the fact that she was still thinking of the dignity of the monarch and the minister, Luo Xia's face would have been very dark.

"Your Majesty...... The beginning of the twenty-character and the beginning of the three-character are two worlds for women. The slave and maid are only twenty-nine, if Your Majesty must count one more year, the slave and maid will have to die to apologize! ”

After that, Luo Xia knelt on the ground and kowtowed, as if her head could be broken.

This big battle frightened Zhao Yin, and hurriedly waved his hand: "It's not necessary, right?" Okay, good, twenty-nine, twenty-nine, hurry up! ”

Only then did Luo Xia get up and sit next to Zhao Yin, also sitting on the ground, but talking about the night rain in Bashan.

Zhao Yin looked over, the two eyes met together, and suddenly smiled. Fang Cai's mouth-to-mouth, where do they still look like kings and ministers.

"I know, I know, men don't celebrate nine, women don't celebrate ten. This year's birthday is a big celebration for you. Zhao Yin said very solemnly, looked at Luo Xia, and smiled.

"Auntie, happy birthday."

Luo Xia also smiled, and there was a thin crystal in her eyes: "Da Lang, thank you." ”

Zhao Yin laughed, retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand and hit the reel, and the palace merchant horn was clear.

The bell tower in the night, the wind rolls in the heights, the melody is vast and vast, the golden gate is secluded and prosperous and lonely, and there are many chivalrous warriors in the land of Yan Zhao.

A song, swinging the sky, asking the hero, Lian Po is old, and no one tears in the red scarf and green sleeves.

Boom. The last note fell. The north wind is blowing, and there is little aftersound.

Luo Xia smiled playfully: "People celebrate their birthdays, but you have such a desolate tune." What's the heart? ”

Zhao Yin scratched his head and laughed: "I'm a stinky man, I can only make this kind of music." ”

The laughter of the two shattered the aftermath. There is no longer an aunt in the East Palace, and there is no son of the Western Zhou Dynasty, only the old man knows his heart.

After a long time, Zhao Yin smiled and looked at Luo Xia deeply: "Auntie, after so many years, do you have an answer to what you want to witness with your own eyes?" ”

Luo Xia didn't speak for a while. Just looking at the night sky, the stars are eternal, but they have already changed the world.

……

Guozijian (Note 1).

Biwa red wall Yuan Dynasty Palace, royal festival drum and bell Khotan. A white-clothed young classmate in prison lit up the future of the entire dynasty.

At that time, Zhao Yin was just weak, no one knew, and he was still worried about the difficult questions of the autumn exam all day long.

There was a group of sons and brothers in brocade robes around him, sending all kinds of wine and gold to dig holes in the wall, thinking that he could listen to Zhao Dalang's "guessing questions".

After all, Zhao Dalang has a bright brain, his homework is the first, and the country is the priest of the wine Luofuzi, looking at him is like looking at a treasure.

"The first chapter of "Mencius" may be examined, the third chapter of "Laozi" may also be examined, and the sixth chapter of "Mozi" is not excluded ......"

Zhao Dalang always said this while spitting out the jujube kernel like a cannonball.

The group of boys and buddies who have taken all kinds of pickets at the bottom have frowned and frowned: saying it means not saying it.

Zhao Dalang smiled slyly, and took the opportunity to walk through the encirclement of the son's brother like a loach, and ran to the young man standing far away under the eaves.

"Xiao Erlang, I'll tell you, I feel that the master is the most likely to ...... test."

Zhao Dalang leaned over mysteriously, and halfway through his words, the young man turned around and left, not wanting to hear it at all.

"Huh! Jiro? You were scolded in the last autumn test, and this year is not good, you don't have to wear this body! Zhao Dalang chased after him and put his hand on the young man's shoulder with a grin.

Although the young man was like everyone else, he wore the uniform white shirt of the National Prison, and the belt around his waist was indeed a thin stripe of color.

The color closest to bright yellow declares his identity without moving.

The crown prince of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Xiao Yi.

Now, Ren Zhao Dalang, who is very calm in the East Palace, has a jujube pit on his robe and smiles: "I'm naturally not as smart as Dalang." ”

Zhao Dalang always felt that there was a bit of astringency hidden in the depths of these words.

He scratched his head and added: "Forget about the autumn test, do you have any ideas for the strategy arranged yesterday?" I think that if you are good at words, you can start by talking about the rest of poetry......"

"Thank you for your trouble. Since it was a plan arranged by the Master, let me do it myself. Xiao Erlang interrupted again, very gently refusing.

Zhao Dalang was poor in words, and felt that the sweet dates in his mouth were really bitter.

Although Xiao Erlang is in a high position, he will only be regarded as an ordinary student in the Guozijian, especially under the iron-faced Luofuzi.

The academic performance is not outstanding, the riding and archery are more general, and the best thing is the lyrics and songs, and the things that are windy and snowy are not as high as the temple.

If it weren't for that trace of colored clothing, it would really be an unrecognizable character if thrown into the crowd.

At this time, a calm but serious male voice sounded: "Still have time to play?" Are you done writing your thesis? The ring ruler is not enough, isn't it? ”

"I've seen Love! It's done, of course it's done! Zhao Dalang bluffed, saw the comer clearly, hurriedly shook it, paused, and added, "Erlang has also finished writing!" ”

Xiao Erlang was stunned. He sighed and swallowed the words as he spoke.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his belt, and when he looked down, he found that it was a little girl, combed in a double bun, and her little hands were unruly.

"Your Highness is angry! This is the youngest daughter of the old man, named Xia. Although she is a woman, the old man loves her very much, so he occasionally brings her to the National Prison to get a touch of the spirit of a great sage. ”

Luo Fuzi hurriedly dragged the little girl back and apologized to Xiao Erlang.

exegesis

1. Guozijian: The sons and grandsons of the emperors and the heirs of the powerful in the Ming Dynasty can enter the Guozijian to study. This kind of "shade" depends on the bloodline. Ordinary people need to pass layers of imperial examinations, called tribute sheng. Of course, there is also a way to donate money, which is called regular supervision.