The government office is located on the west side of the imperial city and is covered by the government office.

The sunset hangs obliquely, the colorful glow is in the sky, the body of Taikang is golden, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the courtyard of the deep house, the adjacent Xiao Mansion is endless, the crickets and frogs in the Xiangfu are calling, there seems to be the sound of the zither and the sound of the piano wafting out, and occasionally the bamboo orchestra and pipa are mixed in.

Only Zhang's Mansion is quiet and tranquil, like a lion napping, as if it is open and closed.

Go back in time, go back to yesterday.

The sound of noise came along the street, and a brocade carriage stopped outside Zhang Xiang's mansion.

The sharp-eyed porter leaned over to greet him, and shouted that Emperor Jing personally gave the guards to escort the princess Luan into the house.

Xiahou Jing, who was holding a princess style, coughed lightly and did not squint, and said slowly: "Take this palace to Xiuyue Pavilion." ”

There is a beautiful moon under the autumn moon, and there is a bright moon hidden in the beautiful moon.

Zhang Xiang's little girl's name is Mingyue, and she stays in the boudoir at the right time, and rarely goes out, but the princess often visits, and she is a boudoir friend.

The little servant hiding behind Xiahou Jing looked around casually for a week, and said softly: "Jing'er, take me to find Zhang Xiang." ”

Xiahou Jing, who was covered with a phoenix hairpin, turned a deaf ear, but under the guidance of the little servant of Zhang's house, she turned a corner between the pavilions and pavilions in the corridor, and ran to the study of Zhang's mansion in the slight change of the servant's face.

The porter's scalp is numb, what is this little master doing? He immediately stopped Xiahou Jing with a smile, bent down and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, this is the way to the master's study, and the way to the lady's boudoir is over there."

Xiahou Jing frowned and shouted: "Presumptuous! You can go wherever you want to go in this palace, you dog slave, don't you dare to stop me? I don't care about you! ”

The porter's body shook, these nobles were notoriously difficult to serve, he turned his body sideways with a bitter face, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Slave, slave has no such intention. ”

Xiahou Chun took a look, outsiders once said that his sister was strong, except for Emperor Jing and Concubine Xiao, few people could suppress her, and this was true.

Xiahou Jing snorted lightly, and immediately drove straight into front of a simple house.

Before he got close, Xiahou Chun stopped Xiahou Jing, rubbed the head of the bun, and smiled gently: "Jing'er, go find your sister Zhang." ”

Xiahou Jing pursed her lips and said: "Unload the mill and kill the donkey, the cunning rabbit dies and the lackey cooks, and after eating and wiping it clean, pat your ass and leave, Brother Prince, you have changed!" ”

Xiahou Chun choked suddenly, the black lines on his forehead were dense, and he twisted Xiao Nizi's soft earrings, "What did you Xiao Nizi say, it's the other way around, and where did you learn these messy things." ”

Xiahou Jing snorted lightly and snorted at the old man near the window: "Grandpa Zhang, someone is looking for trouble for you." ”

After the howl, he immediately broke free from Xiahou Chun, and with a whoosh, he fled with his life.

was so angry that Xiahou Chun smoked, this dead girl became more and more unruly.

The porter and the servant looked terrified, and explained to the old man: "The slave should die, let this person disturb the master, and let him be blasted out." ”

When the old man raised his eyes, he casually ordered, "You all go down." ”

He put down the wolf hao, placed it on the celadon pen wash on the sandalwood table, and said in a pale tone: "Don't spread the news of the princess's visit, so as not to attract criticism." ”

The porter answered, and after glancing at Xiahou Chun, he bowed and retreated.

Xiahou Chun bowed to the old man: "The kid took the liberty to come and hope that Grandpa Zhang would forgive his sins." ”

If you don't call it an official, it's a private matter.

After glancing at Xiahou Chun, the old man said casually, "Come in first." ”

Xiahou Chun entered according to his words, and as far as the eye could see, there were no rare porcelain, precious tables and chairs, luxurious carvings and assorted jade, except for an old and old painting hanging on the white wall of the central hall.

The four treasures of the study are only worth dozens of wen, which can no longer be called simple, but harsh.

The only dazzling brocade is the more than 100 yellow ribbons and purple ribbons on the table.

After Xiahou Chun looked at it for a while, his eyes fell on the yellowed wall painting.

The picture quality is long, at least more than ten years, and there are sandalwood lingering on both sides, which is smoked to repel mosquitoes, moisture-proof and corrosion-prohibited.

The person in the painting is a middle-aged man, with a purple embroidered gold belt at the waist buckle, and a jade button on the dragon head in the center of the bead-spitting dragon glare hideously; He has a dark hat on his head, his hair is tied up, and his eyes are bright.

Dressed in a white Arowana suit, holding a seal to confer on the kneeling youth, his eyes are gentle, earnest and sincere.

Looking at its seal, it is the one on the table.

Twenty years of ups and downs, the purple ribbon has long faded away from the past style, leaving only the mottled traces of the years, as if there are remnants of the Tao embroidered on it by time and space, and it has not changed over the years.

The young man, named Zhang Jiangling.

The old man stood side by side, his gaze sweeping over the young man, and then landing on the white robe.

The dark gaze of the abyss turned calm, and the calm revealed respect and respect, and there was a kind of gratitude and indignation for the grace of knowing it.

On his purple-haired tiger eyes, his mellow tone slowly spit out: "In the fifteenth year of Zhenwen, His Majesty granted me the position of Shangshu servant, and personally gave me the seal, assisting the then Shangshu Ling Qin Daofu to assist the political state. ”

He paused and said softly, "It's been twenty-three years since now. ”

Xiahou Chun's heart moved, when Qin Daofu was highly powerful, he monopolized power, and was transferred from Changtai Shangshu Province by Taizong, and transferred to Zhongshu Ling, one is to divide power, and the other is to cultivate the lineage.

From that day on, the Shangshu Province and the Yasukuni Six Ministries led to the 'Gangneung Era'.

It has not moved for 20 years.

He pondered for a moment and said softly: "Grandpa Zhang has worked hard, and Grandfather Quanxia has knowledge, so he must be grateful." ”

Zhang Jiangling glanced at this little kid and smiled, "Say, what are you looking for me?" ”

After hesitating for a while, Xiahou Chun glanced at the person in the painting, and secretly said Ancestor, your grandson is about to die, you have to bless me, I hope the auxiliary minister you have identified is reliable.

He walked around to the case, leaned over and bowed, "The kid wants to ask Grandpa Zhang to help the Yasukuni Mansion and save the people from fire and water." ”

Zhang Jiangling sat on the desk chair again, flipped through the folds, and after reading a few words, he glanced at Xiahou Chun and said lightly: "Speak human words."

Xiahou Chun's true form was revealed, and after smiling embarrassedly, he said helplessly: "Grandpa Zhang also knows, and now that His Majesty is not here, Xuanzong intends to set up an air hub, but because of his identity as a boy, they can't specialize in it." ”

After carefully glancing at the old man, he deliberately said: "If the kid is deposed, the people who are civil and military officials who are interested in Yasukuni will be at a loss, and it is not impossible for the Daomen to change the destiny of heaven with the general trend at that time!" ”

His tone was a little heavier, and he said softly: "Ge Lao, Si Chen is not in line with the ancestral system after all." ”

The brush brush is sluggish, and the ink is suspended in the air, leaving a permanent stain on the beautiful and dignified hairpin flower small fold.

Zhang Jiangling wiped off the ink spots expressionlessly, raised his eyes to look at Xiahou Chun, who was standing bent, his eyes were gloomy, and he was silent for a long time.

Xiahou was silent, and the atmosphere fell into a stagnant.

After a while, Zhang Jiangling retracted his gaze, brushed his pen, and said lightly: "The wood is already in the boat, no matter how difficult it is to change, it is useless to say more." ”

"The elder of the pavilion is wrong!" Xiahou Chun stared straight and said in a deep voice: "Although it is a foregone conclusion, it is still possible to set things right and clear the source, how can you make mistakes again and again, and let them slide into the abyss?" ”

Zhang Jiangling's eyes were cold: "How can you be sure that it is not a paradise, but an abyss?" ”

Xiahou Chun smiled miserably: "The ancestral hall of the Xiahou clan has been replaced, and the nobles of the clan have naturally become a thorn in the flesh in their eyes, and they will be eliminated quickly, how can they be allowed to become a big trouble?"

The common people all know the principle that 'others are not allowed to sleep soundly on the side of the couch', how can that person not know, could it be that Zhang Xiang still expects her to be soft-hearted and raise her noble hand? ”

With a pop, the sandalwood middle road collapsed, and Zhang Jiangling stared at the person in the painting.

Xiahou Chun's expression was sad, he looked at the white robe in a daze, and muttered to himself: "Grandpa, the country you left behind is going to be gone." ”

His mouth let out a sad cry, which made people can't help but be moved and sighed.

In other words, any person will be pleased and praised, and this statement must come from the bottom of his heart.

However, the white robe in the painting has a gentle gaze, which seems to be mocking and comforting.

Xiahou Chun's heart suddenly changed, Lao Tzu has played this job, but he can't impress this mountain patrol tiger?

His eyes moved, and he said bitterly half-truthfully: "Grandpa Zhang, do you really bear to let the Sheji handed over to you by Grandpa Taizong be so ravaged and ravaged?" ”

After the old man was silent for a while, he gently put aside the case, got up and lit incense to worship, his eyes were faint, and his eyes were full of tears.

In a trance, the chuckling and banter seemed to sound again:

"In ancient times, there was 'the immortal stroked my top, and the knot was granted immortality'; now there is 'the seal on the top, and the brown worships the country', Zhang Aiqing, this Changtai is up and down, and I will hand it over to you."

Zhang Jiangling subconsciously muttered to himself: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, as long as Zhang Jiangling survives for one day, he will not let the little evil ghost mess with my Yasukuni!" ”

Xiahou Chun bowed down and shouted: "This palace worships Zhang Xiang on behalf of the billions of trillion Li people." ”