Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Emperor Chunyou stopped the dispute between the crown prince and Hu Laiyan: "What are you arguing about? The hall is a place to discuss state affairs and discuss national policies, not a busy market where you bargain."

He was born as a warrior, and he has been trained to be bloody on the battlefield by leading troops in battle. His career in politics for more than ten years has endowed him with a scheming heart.At this moment, he is wearing a black hat with black gauze folded corners and an upward scarf, and two golden dragons inlaid with beads are raised to the center either left or right, which adds a lot of royal demeanor.

The crown prince and Hu Laiyan both bowed their heads and remained silent.

"The facts of the case have been clarified, and Xing Kangping has signed and pledged without any objection. How to deal with it, I will draft an edict and announce it to the world." Emperor Chunyou glanced at Xing Kangping whose shoulders were trembling slightly, his eyes were full of disgust , he waved his hand, "Let's all step back, I'm tired."

The prince still wanted to argue again, but when he met Emperor Chunyou's eyes, he retreated and went back dejectedly.

Emperor Chunyou sat on the dragon chair and watched his eldest son, who had always been benevolent, filial and cowardly, go away. For some reason, he thought of his elder brother who had passed away. Tears rolled to the corners of his eyes.

Li Shunde, the steward of the imperial court, first followed Xiaozong for nine years, and now he has followed Emperor Chunyou for twelve years. He is the person who knows best how to judge the emperor's psychology.Just now, the little servant trotted to report to him that Lian Kuangda, the official minister, was kneeling in front of the hall and begging Xing Kangping to be sent down lightly, but he was not in a hurry to report and offend the emperor.

"Your Majesty, Princess Yiyang sent someone to invite you to have dinner in the evening."

Sure enough, the corners of Emperor Chunyou's lips curled up into a smile, and he said helplessly, "She's an idler who does whatever she wants, I've been agitated by these ignorant people here, how dare she come to invite me to dinner?"

Li Shunde further explained: "The princess must be aware of your majesty's hard work, so she specially asked the chef in the house to cook delicacies, in order to relieve your majesty's fatigue and show some filial piety."

Emperor Chunyou raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, pointed at Li Shunde and scolded with a smile: "You old man, you can say such obedient words to coax people. I don't know what kind of temperament my daughter raised by myself? Where is filial piety, there must be demand. to me!"

"Your Majesty is wise." Li Shunde bowed his head flatteringly.

In the evening, a decree was sent to the Ministry of Punishment via the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Xing Kangping was beheaded in the back. Fortunately, his wife, children, and children were not punished.

The holy will has been cut, and Lian Kuangda returned home in a daze, and asked for leave for several days.

It's the day, in the Imperial Academy.

There has never been a fixed number of positions for the positions of sixth-rank editor and seventh-rank editor, but because of the large number of people, they gathered in one place.It's just that there are more screens and curtains in the compiled seats to show the distinction.

Tang Ci yawned and walked towards the unremarkable Lu He in the corner under the strange eyes of everyone: "What is this?"

The bronzing invitation card, the elegant incense, and the inscription ---- the residence of Lu Wangfu.

"The lotus flowers in Prince Lu's Mansion have always been praised in Beijing, and on the [-]th of next month, they plan to hold a banquet in the mansion, enjoy the flowers and play, and recite poems and poems." Lu He looked at Tang Ci's position, and said with a pouted voice, "You have them on your table too."

Appreciating flowers and playing, reciting poems and composing Fu? I am afraid that I will make friends with literati and recruit staff.The Prince/Dang was so impatient not long after he was injured.It stands to reason that since the king of Lu was able to get married and open a mansion for several years and still stay at the foot of the emperor to fight against the prince, he should know the truth that too much is too late.Maybe you think your foundation is solid and you can enjoy the security of a rock?

"Are you going to a banquet?"

Tang Ci asked a question that was beyond Lu He's expectation, she didn't answer and asked instead: "Aren't you going?"

After all, there are many eyes and ears around, and his identity is particularly easy to invite people to gossip.

Pull up the sleeves and pick up the pen, moisten the ink and write --- visit the thatched cottage three times.

After looking at it with downcast eyes, Lu He took another brush from the pen holder--Mao Sui recommended himself.

There are two lines each on the white paper, and the four big characters with different fonts are like couplets.

What Tang Ci adopted was the way of an elegant hermit, while what Lu He adopted was the way of a simple commoner.

Rao Tangci, who is naturally arrogant and arrogant, feels that she is guessing at people's hearts indiscriminately. At most, she and Lu He have the same starting point and similar methods. In terms of life experience, she is still a few years younger than Lu He. How can He De be successful? A guide.

After a little thought, he added a horizontal comment on top of the two lines of handwriting: People's hearts are like faces.

"A beautiful sentence." Lu He clapped his hands and cheered, picked up the paper and slapped it, and said with a smile, "When I get home, I will go to the street to find a merchant to frame it, and hang it on the wall for viewing day and night."

She recognized the beautiful sentence Tang Ci, even though it was the credit of her predecessors, she didn't want to refuse, but this is a good handwriting -- she pointed to the way she wrote it, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Good handwriting?"

"Why isn't it a good handwriting? The strength of the pen is infiltrated properly, the lines are smooth and beautiful, and the outline is like a willow supporting the wind." Lu He has two pear dimples, and when he smiles, he feels like he is bathing in the spring breeze.

There was a bit of coldness in Tang Ci's eyes, and he sneered as if mocking himself: "Since I stayed in Beijing, you are probably the first person to praise my handwriting."

"Why? The first emperor created the style of Liu Feng himself, and often visited Taoist temples and inscribed poems, which were praised and emulated by literati all over the world. Thinking about it carefully, you are the only person I have seen who has both body and spirit."

"The person you saw? In today's world, is there a second person who uses this brushwork?" Tangci was very surprised.

Lu He nodded and smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows curled up with the joy of recalling the past: "Of course, that person is the gentleman who taught me to read and write."

Tangci was punished because Liu Fengti failed the exam three years ago, and after joining Qin Yan's sect, he repeatedly contradicted him.She has a strong temper, and the more others asked her to change the font to reduce the suspicion of the emperor, the more she felt that the font was the only thing she could put her sorrows on.At this moment, I heard that there is indeed a second person using this brushwork, like a stray wild goose finding a lost companion, and it has the meaning of sympathy for each other.

He solemnly cupped his hands and bowed: "If Mister arrives in Beijing in the future, I would like to get together and express my gratitude."

Although Lu He didn't know why she had such a big reaction, he quickly saluted and said, "It should be, no need to thank you."

Shen Yi, who was sitting not far away, took his eyes away from the two of them, and lightly sipped his tea.

Chapter 5

When the red apricots bloom, it rains in a flash.

One hundred and five days after the winter solstice is the Cold Food Festival, and the third day of the Cold Food Festival is the Ching Ming Festival.During these two festivals, people in Beijing and China prepare paper money candles, fruit cakes, etc., or display them in suburban tombs for sacrifices, or go to nearby temples to kowtow and pray.The DPRK and China also set up rest and bathing holidays, which can be used by officials to go home to visit graves and go out for leisure.

The imperial capital has a large population, and it is unavoidable for the common people to walk shoulder to shoulder and bustling; most officials ride horses and sedan chairs, and the cars are like flowing water and the horses are like dragons.Every time, intersections, shops and even Taoist temples are blocked.

There is only Biyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, where you can find peace and tranquility.

The little novice who sweeps in front of the door is weak and has clear five senses.Hearing the neighing of the reining horse from afar, he trotted over to take the reins, smiled at the man on the horse and said, "I knew you were coming! Why is it so late today?"

Tangci jumped off the horse lightly, and waited for the little novice to tie the horse.Then he climbed up the stairs with him, and then said: "Donghua Gate is blocked by people, blocked by horses, unable to get out, and came by a detour."

There was a light rain this morning, and it was cool.The little novice saw that her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and thought she was in a hurry when she came, so she walked a little faster, wondering: "Season and solar terms, not to mention Shuntian Mansion's rest, the people also have to go out to worship, who A stalled horse?"

Tang Ci stared at the lines on the bluestone slab, and said with a half-smile: "The Marquis of Wu'an brought his family and relatives to pay homage to his ancestors in the suburbs. Maybe it's because the mountains of gold and silver are too high to be transported out."

Marquis Wu'an is none other than Han Ru, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, who served as the head of the palace in the old Qi palace in Xuzhou in his early years.

The little novice monk entered Buddhism when he was a child. Although his six faculties are not yet pure, he knows very little about current affairs and government affairs.Talking about haha, he bypassed this topic, and made a fuss with Tang Ci all the way to talk to him about the bustling and lively Beijing, and Tang Ci knew everything.