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The Zhaoren Hall of the Qianqing Palace is brightly lit.Xie Qin was led all the way to the hall by the servant, lifted up his clothes and knelt down to bow and kowtow to see him.

"Sir, please get up quickly." The young emperor's laughter came from above, "Come on, give me a seat."

Xie Ling and Xie En sat down, and then looked up.

Emperor Zhengning should have just come down from the banquet, and has already changed out of the leather-ben crimson gauze court gown, and put on a misty collar and narrow-sleeved gown, at this moment he is rolling up his sleeves, rinsing his hands and mouth under the service of the maid.

When the new emperor came to the throne, all the utensils and clothes used by the emperor had to be remade, so the clothes worn by Emperor Zhengning were brand new.However, the patterns, styles and colors of those clothes were all determined by the ancestors. In Xie Jin's memory, Emperor Hongwu seemed to have worn similar misty-colored uniforms, sitting in the same place, cleaning his hands, and listening quietly. The following is the advice of the courtiers.

It's just that Emperor Hongwu took elixir all the year round, and even in his heyday, his complexion was sallow and burnt yellow, which was set off by the gorgeous clothes embroidered with golden threads, making him even more sluggish, as if he was covered by the twelve eyes on his chest. Tuanlong absorbed Yang Qi.

But Emperor Zhengning was different.He has just passed the year of reaching the crown this year, and it is the time when he is full of energy.There is one on the central throne, the instrument is magnificent, and the red-tailed cranes displayed under the seat are like ten thousand beasts bowing their heads, worshiping the rising dragon above.The new emperor was born with fair complexion and handsome appearance. He was very much like the late Empress Dowager Xiaoyi. If she wore ordinary clothes, she would look a little gentle; See.

Xie Ling felt in his heart that time had changed, and he couldn't help being in a daze for a moment.

After Emperor Zhengning cleansed his face, he took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's freezing cold, but I'm hosting a banquet in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but I have to let the courtiers sit outside. Just now I saw some old officials shivering with cold, but they still have to go It’s really hard for them to come here to toast and say congratulations. Thinking of this, I called them out before nightfall, and don’t freeze my body on this festive day.”

Xie Ling bowed slightly and said: "The emperor is so sympathetic to his ministers, it is really a blessing for all officials. It's just that the ancestors said that the Hall of Supreme Harmony is not allowed to enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and even the ministers with banquets can only sit outside the hall under Majesty Dan This is the rule, the ministers dare not forget it, let alone complain because of the cold weather."

Emperor Zhengning said "huh", smiled and said slowly: "I saw the scene of the late emperor's New Year's banquet in the early years, and felt that the scene of hundreds of officials coming to congratulate and the monarch and ministers having fun together was really magnificent, showing the majesty of a great country. But now Look, but you can gradually see the hardships and hardships hidden under the prosperity."

Xie Ling nodded and said nothing.He always felt that Emperor Zhengning seemed to have something in his words, implying something.

With a smile on the corner of Emperor Zhengning's mouth, he looked at Xie Jin for a moment, and asked in a harmonious voice: "I heard that old general Xie left the table early for a while, sir, you also went to check it out... But it's cold, the old general is frozen?"

Xie Ling paused, shook his head and said: "My father told me to go out because I have something to say."

Emperor Zhengning was slightly taken aback, "What's the rush, I need to be in the middle of this banquet..."

"Please make amends, Your Majesty." Xie Ling got up and bowed, pleading guilty, "Today, I am busy with official duties and haven't been home for nearly two months. My father is also worried that if I don't tell my ministers in time, I will say something indiscriminately. It is a crime of disrespect to say something that should not be said."

Emperor Zhengning raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Sir, you have always been calm and cautious. Where did Old General Xie come from for his worries?"

"Father is worried," Xie Ling said with downcast eyes, "this minister will take advantage of the emperor's amnesty to the world, and implore the emperor to recover from the sinking."

There was a moment of silence in Zhaoren Hall.

This deep palace is a four-sided cage that stands upright from the sky and the earth. The walls are thick and bricks are hard. There is no echo of the mountains and rivers here, and there is no sound of birds and beasts.The only bustle was silk and bamboo and human voices, but once these voices stopped, the entire imperial city would fall into a frozen silence.Like a beast with a gorgeous appearance but drained of flesh and blood, it lost its breath of life, and a mass of cold air was wrapped in the dry and hard fur.

This was the case at this time, when the two monarchs and ministers fell silent one after another, the entire Zhaoren Hall was so quiet that it made people panic.In this environment, the loudest sound source may be the sound of human breathing and heartbeat.

Just now, when Xie Ling said the word "Shen Bing", Emperor Zhengning raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised.But he quickly calmed down and looked at Xie Yin thoughtfully, as if thinking about something.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth slowly, and asked slowly: "Since Old General Xie doesn't want Mr. to bring up this matter, why are you relaying these words to me at this time? Do you really want to persuade me to come back to Mr. Shen?"

"Whether it is time to rehabilitate Shen Yi or not, the decision rests with the emperor, and I have no right to intervene." Xie Ling paused, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "I just remember that Shen Yi left Beijing two years ago just to return to his hometown Ding You. Ding You When it is over, the officials should return to Beijing... I am afraid that the word 'Qifu' is not used properly."

Emperor Zhengning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he clapped his hands and burst out laughing.He is very young, and he has not yet been suppressed by the heavy dragon robe to reveal the twilight of emotions and anger. At this time, when he is smiling happily, he is full of indescribable vigor.

"I remember when I was young, I often saw old general Xie enter the palace to plead guilty to the late emperor because of your affairs. Most of the time, the old general was so angry that he beat his chest and scolded the dog for being unfilial, but in the end he begged the late emperor to give him another chance. Allow him to go home and discipline him well." Emperor Zhengning said with emotion, "I remember I was very envious at the time... It is really a blessing to have such support from parents."

Xie Jin's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I have been stubborn since I was a child, and I still have to change it. I am really ashamed."

"Sir, you don't have to say that. People who are free and easy are mostly intolerant of worldly etiquette. It's not because they are stubborn." Emperor Zhengning laughed.

As he spoke, he stood up, put his hands on his hands and slowly paced in the hall, and said with a smile for a while: "Sir, you are right. It is the rule for officials who have finished Ding You to return to Beijing immediately. Counting, it will take about two days for Mr. Shen to return home." This year, it's time to plan to return to Beijing."

Xie Ling took a slight breath and answered "yes" in a low voice.

"But I also know old General Xie's worries and difficulties..." Emperor Zhengning smiled, raised his head with his hands behind his back and pondered for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at Xie Ling, "Speaking of which, I heard that sir, you still have a cousin waiting in your boudoir , haven't allowed anyone yet?"

Now the Xie family has not yet married a young woman, only Xie Jiaohan, Xie Ling's distant cousin.Although this girl comes from a famous family, her character is as simple and straightforward as her name, and she is reckless and reckless, which is quite different from other young ladies from aristocratic families.It is also because of this that this charming young lady is getting older, but she has never found a satisfactory marriage, which is very bad for her parents.

Xie Ling was not sure what Emperor Zhengning meant by mentioning this cousin at this time, he hesitated and replied: "Yes, my cousin Xie Shijiaohan hasn't engaged yet... It's just that this younger sister of my minister has a rough temper. , it is difficult to enter the elegant hall..."

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Emperor Zhengning raised his eyebrows, "Women in the world must be generally gentle, virtuous, knowledgeable and reasonable? I think that a person with a straightforward personality does not have the beauty of sincerity."

Xie Ling was a little speechless, and answered "yes" after a while.

"Let's do it this way, this spring draft, let's send this cousin in together." Emperor Zhengning walked back to the throne slowly, and glanced at Xie Ling with a smile, "I know that many old officials are worried that now that the new emperor is on the throne, many balances will be out of order." It will be broken again. But I have a steelyard in my heart, even if I get Mr. Shen back, I will not lose sight of the other."

Xie Ling understood, and knelt down to thank him.

"Sir, go back earlier. The night is cold and the dew is heavy, and you have to walk such a long official road, so don't get cold again." Emperor Zhengning paused, and couldn't help but sigh, "Time flies so fast... I I still remember that winter day, looking at the official road in Lijing, full of worries, wondering where Mr. Shen went, and whether the road went well... Two years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Xie Ling's eyes trembled slightly, and he sighed silently.

The years pass by at its usual speed, and don't care about the joys and sorrows in the world.How many people who are busy in the twilight are tossing and turning in the world, in a hurry, drooping and raising their eyes, they have already wasted years.

But for those who have been waiting, the years are silent, but there are traces.The moss on the stone bricks is spreading inch by inch, the osmanthus tree is growing stronger, the pages of the book are turning yellow, and the closed door is rusty because no one has opened it all year round.Before the long-distance traveler returns, the moon is not the moon, the flowers are not flowers, and everything is a proof of longing.

Qian Shan sighed sadly.The long road that sent you away will finally bring you back to me.

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Jingzhou in March is still in the midst of the cold spring.There is no snow all year round in the south of the Yangtze River, but there are winds and rains, which dye the evergreen mountains a little bit green.

The villagers who raise silkworms in the small town will start another year of busy farming.The men are busy cultivating silkworm eggs and planting mulberry trees, while the women are still weaving last year's silk, planning to sell it in the town for a good price.

After a month of continuous drizzle, we finally looked forward to a sunny day.The woman moved the silk winding machine under the mulberry tree outside the courtyard. Taking advantage of the cool shade and the mountain breeze, she leisurely rushed to the work in hand, while watching a few children playing by the stream.

Before it was too late, a little boy ran into the yard yelling, "Aniang".

The woman turned her head, raised her sleeves and wiped some black mud on his face, and scolded: "Why are you playing with mud again? The clothes washed with square starch have to be washed again."

The little boy hid his mother's hand and shouted, "Brother is here, brother is outside".

How can there be any brother at home?The woman was puzzled, she put down her bag and got up, and walked out holding the boy's hand.Looking up, Queguo saw a figure in Tsing Yi outside the wooden fence.

A few winter jasmines were planted at the door, and in this season, clusters of fresh, delicate and yellow flowers bloomed, and the clusters were still stained with yesterday's rain, which was particularly refreshing and gratifying.And the figure in Tsing Yi was standing under the flowers, the breeze blew past, and the disturbing branches of the flowers disturbed his long hair.The man turned sideways slightly, raised his hand and gently lifted the flower stem with his slender fingertips, and untied his black hair. The gesture was gentle as if he didn't want to hurt any delicate flowers.

But at this moment, the smooth and beautiful side profile of the man happened to be revealed from the green flowers.Like the green willow leaves on the banks of the Jiangnan Lake, like the blue sky after the rain, he stood with his eyes downcast, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and it was already full of a season of deep spring.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the man raised his eyes and turned his head, saluted with a smile, and said in a warm voice, "Madam is well."

This person is really outstanding in appearance, at first glance he seems to be a young boy, no wonder the boy mistakenly called him "Brother".But if you look closely, you can find that his brows are peaceful and his expression is steady. The mature posture that can only be experienced at that time is really not young anymore.

The woman's grade is actually good enough to be his aunt, but at this moment, being looked at so tenderly by him, she still couldn't help blushing, and rushed back to salute him: "Why are you here, sir?"

This young man has always lived in seclusion.Although everyone didn't know his identity and background, they all vaguely felt that he was a learned man, so they didn't bother each other.He has settled here for two years, and most of the villagers have only met him a few times.

"Excuse me." Even though the young man faced the country woman, he was still respectful and polite, speaking elegantly, and unhurriedly said, "Here is a basket of eggs and a few baskets of vegetables, which are from my own yard. Please accept it if you don’t mind it.”

He bent down, picked up the bamboo basket at his feet, and handed it over.The woman hurriedly took it over, still a little hesitant, and said puzzledly: "This..."

"There is also a room of silkworm eggs in my yard, which were bred this spring. You can ask someone to fetch them in your spare time." The young man smiled, "There is nothing else but a few scrolls of letters. If there is an enlightened child in the family , can also be taken together for them to study."

"This, how dare this slave accept..." the woman panicked, "These are all good things, sir, don't want them?"

The young man smiled and shook his head: "I don't need it anymore."

The woman was startled, and then she understood: "Mister is leaving?"

Although I am used to there is a reclusive young layman in the middle of the mountain.But most of the villagers knew in their hearts that this amazingly talented person would still go out to the mountains sooner or later.

"Yes." Sure enough, the young man answered with a low smile.

The mulberry leaves swaying with the wind rustled, and the rare warm spring sun sprinkled golden light from the gaps in the leaves, which just penetrated into the beautiful pupils of the young man.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark pupils showed a little light brown under the bright sun, as if they were well-washed stone pebbles and amber in the stream.

At that moment, his eyes were bright with a moving brilliance.

"I'm going home."