Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Zhang Yan came to the palace gate early to wait for the bell of the upper dynasty.

Many people arrived one after another, and Zhang Yan nodded hello to them. It's rare to go to court last time, and the mood is a little excited. Snowflakes fell in mid-air and landed on everyone's hats, shoulders, and beards.

"Lord Zhang, it's snowing, should those below the fourth grade let them go back first? Anyway, it's just a meaning, they can't enter the main hall, and they have broken their bodies in the snow, so they don't need to spend this year. ”

Liu Yongtang was separated by two people and asked Zhang Yan who was standing at the front directly.

As soon as they heard that the Ministry of Rites had said this, the ministers of lower grades responded one after another: they must second!

Zhang Yan turned sideways, glanced at Liu Yongtang, and said, "The emperor is here, do you dare to say that?" ”

"Your Majesty? The emperor has never seen it, so he will use the emperor to press us......" Liu Yongtang muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Yan sighed secretly, he was telling the truth, the crown prince had been on the throne for more than three months, and he was not summoned to Shuntianfu. I asked to stay at the beginning, but I don't know if it's right or wrong.

When he crossed the Jinshui Bridge and walked up the main hall, the ground seemed to tremble, Zhang Yan thought that he was not steady, and many people didn't even notice it, only Liu Yongtang and Zhao Li were secretly surprised:

It's ground moving!

According to the usual practice, Gonggong Qin read out, the emperor congratulated everyone on the holy decree of joy and health on the New Year's Day, and issued New Year's rewards according to the grade.

Zhang Yan was the last to walk out of the main hall, and at this time, his feet shook again, and the snow on the edge of the eaves fell down, and the minister who walked in front shouted: "The ground is moving!" ”

Whether he felt it or not, he ran desperately outside the palace.

Zhang Yan stopped just now because of the falling snow, and was about to go out, when suddenly a tile fell from the eaves, impartial, and landed right in front of him, with a "pop", and it was shattered.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's face changed, and he hurriedly quickened his pace and walked out.

The main hall is not a good omen. Recently, it has been spread wildly, a flower master predicted that the emperor would die in less than a year after ascending the throne, saying that he had accurately predicted the death of the first emperor in the Northern Expedition.

Even the prince who sat in the capital knew that the first emperor had been funeral for a month, and this flower master had predicted that he would be imprisoned eight months ago, and it was really miraculous.

Zhang Yan was in a hurry, of course he didn't see it, there was a person lying on the top of the hall, and when he saw him leaving, he also jumped to the ground and disappeared.

The firecrackers at midnight on Chinese New Year's Eve seem to have not completely stopped, and the firecrackers on the first day of the new year have sounded again.

Zhang Yan took his wife to Cheng'en Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, which has also been the rule of their family for many years.

The monks in the temple lit the incense for them, Zhang Yan raised the three incense sticks above his head, bowed three times to the Buddha statue, and was about to step forward to insert the incense, but the three incense sticks in his hand were all broken!

The monk next to him saw it, and quickly replaced him with three more, this time he didn't even finish bowing, the incense broke again, and the incense that fell down burned his hands.

Zhang Yan and his wife looked at each other: the Buddha did not accept his incense, that is, what he asked for, which was rejected by the Buddha.

It just so happened that he was thinking about the falling tiles on the eaves of the hall yesterday, and he was asking for peace in the court, peace and security in the country, could it be ...... What is going to happen?

He told the monk not to say that he knew it, and he left Cheng'en Temple in a hurry with his wife and children.

"Master, what's going on?" Mrs. Zhang asked uneasily. She was in a hurry, and even forgot to leave the incense money, she didn't know if she should remind the master.

The fourth girl, Zhang Wanru, was also very regretful, she and Zhao Ying said that the two met during the meal, but now it is good, only burned incense, and her father left with the family in a hurry.

Zhang Yan had a little doubt in his heart: in the second year of the emperor's relocation of the capital, the three major halls of the Beijing Shihuang Palace were struck by lightning and caught fire......

Could this be what everyone is saying in private: the right position is still in the court?

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are many people burning incense in the temple, but the streets are deserted, and many restaurants and restaurants are closed.

In the past, the street where Hua Qiao and Huyan Jin loved to go has lost its former liveliness.

Zhang Yue walked on the street alone, he had been rushing to Yingtianfu for three days, but he had neither found the prince nor Hu Yanjin, nor could he send a letter to Jingshi to inquire.

contacted Nanjing Jinyiwei, and he found that there were few people left. That's right, the young and easy to use were all brought to the Beijing division at the beginning, and half of those who stayed were old and young, and half were crooked melons and cracked dates.

The north wind blew Zhang Yue's big air to hunt, but he didn't even bother to pull it, he only put the wine bag to his mouth and raised his head to take a big sip.

What a grievance! I want to come to the prince to report the news, but when I come to Yingtianfu, I can't find it, the whole city defense is loose, and the eighteen outer city gates are in vain, which looks peaceful, but in fact they are all rubbish!

The night before yesterday, he quietly walked to the Han Palace, but he didn't expect that the Han Palace's Mansion was heavily guarded, and he was almost discovered with his light skills. Fortunately, the Rongguo Mansion was not far from the Han Palace, and Zhang Yue returned home with a few ups and downs.

In the past, the Wei Mansion had long been changed to the Yi Mansion by Yi Chengjin, although it was on the same street, it could be one east and one west, and the distance was not close.

Zhang Yue stayed for a few days and made no progress, so he had to wait for the crown prince and Hu Yanjin to arrive.

He thought of the buckwheat that he threw on the road again, he knew that this was the case, why did he leave her ruthlessly?

Zhang Yue passed by Zhang Yan's carriage, and Zhang Yan was a little strange: Isn't this Zhang Yue, the son of Zhang Yu, the king of Hejian? His emperor's Jinyi guard, how could he appear in Yingtianfu?

After Emperor Hongxi ascended the throne, a group of ministers and princes who were imprisoned by the former emperor, demoted to concubines, or stripped of their titles, were reinstated and restored, and some meritorious ministers were also knighted.

The late Zhang Yu, the Duke of Rongguo, was named the King of Hejian. His two sons were made princes, and even the youngest Zhang Yue was promoted to the commander of the Jinyi Guard.

They have already moved their families to Suncheonfu, and they don't know what happened to come back?

Zhang Yan lowered the curtain and sighed softly. Emperor Hongxi has a good nature, and it is more than enough to be a gentleman who keeps the truth, why is there a curse?

Zhang Yan in the carriage was full of doubts, but Zhang Yue, who was walking on the road, stopped.

"Miss Lan, yesterday I sent a car to Duchun Mountain to pick you up, but you said that you were hot and cold, and your voice couldn't sing, but today you held the piano and took the initiative to go out to give you an explanation, right?"

Zhang Yue looked over and saw a man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a fur and wrapped like a bear, stopping a delicate carriage. The axle of this small carriage is narrower than that of ordinary carriages, so that you can go directly to the courtyard and get off at the second gate without being seen by outsiders.

True Martial Marquis? The general who died in battle during the Jing Disaster, and the hereditary title he exchanged for his life, the first one was Zhang Yue's father Zhang Yu.

This Zhenwu Hou has attacked the third generation, but he is a genuine wine bag and rice bag.

The girl in the car said: "Marquis Zhao is serious. The girls in Duchun Mountain don't sell themselves and don't come to the door, this has been the rule for many years. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, I am a guest at a friend's house, and there is no charge, where can it be considered a door-to-door? ”

Marquis Zhao stepped on the carriage pedal and said with a smile: "That's not easy?" Miss Lan just thinks that this marquis is a friend, isn't it becoming? ”

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the girl in the carriage, and his fat body was still squeezing outside. The carriage was already small, and the girl inside screamed.

"There are such brazen people!"

Zhang Yue threw the half-drunk wine bag in his hand on the back of the Hou Ye.

The wine in the wine bag immediately "gurgled" on Marquis Zhao's fur coat.

"Who dares to beat Ben Hou?!"

"Your grandfather!"