Zhao Kang's persuasion failed, so he returned to Bianliang from Luoyang. Since then, no minister has mentioned the matter of returning to Beijing, and moving the capital to Luoyang seems to be a foregone conclusion.

On a warm autumn afternoon, Lin Jing came to the horse camp with a scroll in his hand, Zhao Lang saw that his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but look happy, so he put down the book in his hand, stood up from the table, and asked with a smile, "Brother Xian is in a good mood today, but there is no happy event?" ”

Lin Jingyin walked a few steps quickly to him and unfolded the scroll in his hand, "Brother, let's see what I found?" ”

Zhao Lang lowered his head and saw that on the scroll was a magnificent palace, and the main hall was a dome, with three floors. The bottom layer is square, with one color on each side, representing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The twelve-sided Tongtian Palace in the middle layer imitates the twelve hours of the day. The top floor is circular and surrounded by Kowloon sculptures. In the middle, there is a huge wooden pillar with a circumference of about 50 feet, which runs up and down.

"It's ...... Vientiane Shrine? Zhao Lang hesitated to say these four words, and when he saw Lin Jingyin revealing a mysterious smile, he continued to ask, "This imperial palace built by the Empress Wu was destroyed by a fire as early as the first month of the first year of Zhengsheng, and since then it has only been circulated in the literature and wild history, Jingyin, where did you get its drawings?" ”

Lin Jingyin cleared his throat, and a hint of pride appeared on his face, "Although this Vientiane Divine Palace was burned to a ruin by Xue Huaiyi, the face of the Empress Wu, the blueprints were left by a craftsman who built the palace. ”

Zhao Langxin said that three or four hundred years have passed since this matter, and it is not easy to find the descendants of the craftsman, but after thinking about it, a shallow smile appeared on his face: If Jing Yin is looking for something with all his strength, even if he goes to the sky and the sea, he will find it back, even if it is the temple of the Tang Dynasty, the Vientiane Divine Palace, it is not a problem for him.

"Brother, the Vientiane Shrine is also known as the Son of Heaven Mingtang, there is a cloud: the Son of Heaven made the Mingtang, so the gods, the heaven and the earth, the four o'clock, out of education, advocating virtue, emphasizing the Tao, showing ability, praise and action. Brother, how about we rebuild a Ming Hall in Luoyang City, as the palace city of my Great Song Dynasty? ”

Zhao Lang took the drawings in his hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Brother Xian is the most ventilated and water five elements, and I am the most relieved to hand over the matter of building a hall to you, just according to your opinion, we will rebuild a Son of Heaven Hall in Luoyang City." ”

The two were happily discussing the construction of the palace, when they suddenly heard a gentle knock on the door from behind, and when they turned their heads together, they saw Zhao Zeping standing outside the door, his face full of misery that wanted to speak and stopped.

"Prime Minister, what's wrong with you? Isn't it that the crickets are fighting and losing again, I'll just say, don't rely on your experience, you will definitely be able to win the children at the door, they are amazing, and they are not like your arms and legs are stiff, and you are so tired that you can't straighten your waist in the middle of the moment. ”

Lin Jingyin stepped forward with a big grin to make a joke about Zhao Zeping, and stroked his upturned beard, wanting to help the old man calm down the resentment in his heart.

But Zhao Zeping uncharacteristically pushed his hand away, his eyelids flickered a few times, and finally locked his gaze on Zhao Lang's face again.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Bianliang again."

Hearing this, Lin Jingyin frowned, "King Jin is still over, why don't you ......give up?"

"It's not the King of Jin, it's the Queen Mother, her old man suddenly felt unwell, please return to Beijing immediately."

Zhao Zeping finally said the sentence that he was holding in his heart, but after announcing it, he didn't feel much lighter, and his mood became heavier.

"What's wrong with the queen mother?" Zhao Lang's face instantly darkened, and even his voice tightened.

"The herald can't say clearly, he only said that the Queen Mother suddenly fell seriously ill with her old man, so he asked you to return to the court, and said that the Queen Mother has something to say to you."

"It's fake, he must have deliberately made it up to lure his brother back to the court." Lin Jingyin clenched his fists and squeezed out these words from between his teeth. After speaking, she looked at Zhao Lang, "Brother, don't you have to believe him......"

Zhao Lang didn't answer, he stood in place for a long time, and suddenly walked to the door, looking at the warm autumn sun on the courtyard wall.

Zhao Lang turned around, his eyes fell on Lin Jingyin's somewhat flustered face, his eyes suddenly bent, revealing a bitter smile, "The stone horse dug up yesterday is very good, almost exactly the same as the one I buried." ”

"How many ...... Almost? ”

"I was naughty when I was a kid and broke that horse's leg."

"Brother."

"Jingyin, thank you for finding the drawings of the Ming Palace for me, but unfortunately, I don't need it."

***

"Later, the first emperor returned to Bianliang? Lord Lin did not dissuade the first emperor? You...... Didn't stop him either? Shen Qing looked at Zhao Zeping curiously.

Zhao Zeping coughed a few times, reached out and grabbed Shen Qing's arm, and said slowly, "The first emperor is the most filial, and he has no choice but to obey the queen mother, and when he learns that the queen mother is seriously ill, he naturally wants to rush back regardless of whether it is true or not." The Queen Mother is his weakness, King Jin knows this, I know, and Jing Yin naturally knows it. But on the day the first emperor returned to Bianliang, Lin Jingyin did something I didn't expect. You've probably heard of this, right? ”

Shen Qing bit his lip and nodded, "It is rumored that on the day the first emperor and his entourage returned to Beijing, Qin Tianjian did not accompany him, but when the group walked to the intersection of Jiamaying, they saw Qin Tianjian wearing green clothes, coming on his knees, and bowing along the rugged path of Jiamaying. When he came to the first emperor's horse, his face and clothes were even stained red with blood from his forehead. ”

Zhao Ze's eyes were wet, and he smiled weakly, "Although he knows that he has no power to return to the sky, he still wants to gamble again, and exchange his blood and humiliation for the Sacred Heart, but in the end, the first emperor still left, leaving Lin Jingyin alone in the Jiama camp, leaving it in the best memory of his life." ”

"That stone horse ......" Shen Qing's voice trembled a few times, "Isn't it really the one that the first emperor played with when he was a child?" ”

Zhao Zeping shook his head, "Naturally not, it was just Lin Jingyin who deliberately buried it in the courtyard in order to make him happy, but on the way back to Beijing, the first emperor buried this thing in a land of green mountains and green waters, which is where he later rested." ”

"Yongchang Mausoleum." Shen Qing said slowly. (https:)

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