big week

Green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove.In the evening, the sky is like snow, and there is nothing to drink.

Watching the old slave warming the wine and reciting verses softly, outside the window is the weather that is about to snow, such a person drinking by himself without anyone to accompany him, is a bit lonely after all.

After the paddock, I intended to make trouble for Su Yunqu, but Ting Ke came to me. He said that his son had moved on to others and was ashamed of the queen. This time, let the queen be spared. Next time, if she dies, Let me handle it.

After all, Ting Ke is a person who values ​​affection. I only have him as a son, so naturally I have to take him into consideration in everything.

The sky has already started to snow, the heavy snow is flying, the falling snow turns into white, the world is white and clean, it looks extraordinarily refreshing and clean.

But I think of a person, my brother Wang, for some reason, I always think of my brother Wang now, maybe his white clothes are also so clean and fresh, spotless.

I smiled, but I had an idea in my mind. I asked the old servant to take out my black gorilla cloak and put it on my body, and let someone set up a ladder to climb to the top of Xiaoyao Hall.

This action of mine frightened the old servants and the others, but they dared not stop me. I have been emperor for a long time, and now I am the Supreme Emperor. Playing the flute in the direction of Linzi, completely disregarding the emperor's rituals.

A white velvet blanket was spread on the roof. The old slave wanted the girls to hold an umbrella for me, but I shook my head and refused.Although it is no longer a willful age, but at this time, I have not restrained myself.

The roof that was originally paved with golden glazed tiles was already snow-white. I sat on the roof, dressed in black, took out the white jade flute in my arms, and played the Qingping tune long and thin.I don't know if this kind of one person and one scene is extraordinarily lonely and desolate in the eyes of others.

I have never played such soft and gentle tunes, but today, I dare not be unfamiliar.

I don't know, thousands of miles away, in the old land of Linzi, if my brother Wang, who is buried there, can also hear the tenderness in the emperor's heart, and whether he can also feel the silence of this winter day.

"Grandpa Huang." After playing the song, I looked under the roof, but it was a laughing song calling me.

I smiled, got up and got down, packing up all my emotions.

He walked into the hall, took off his cloak, washed his hands with hot water, and watched Xiaoge.

;"What's wrong?"

; "Grandpa Huang said that if it snows heavily, take me to see them."

The people that Xiaoge mentioned were the generals commanded by the golden rings with lion and animal heads.

;"Xiao Ge, the snow is not big enough." Yes, the snow is not heavy, and the current situation has not yet reached that point.

After all, I can't bear it. Even if I am as cold-hearted as I am, I still don't want to let a child bear too heavy a burden.

Even though I believe him, but now, I pity him even more.

"Grandpa Huang, Xiaoge understands." Xiaoge smiled at me, sat down opposite me, and picked up the small wine cup on the mahogany table. ; "Smile and sing to drink with Grandpa Huang and enjoy the snow."

As the saying goes, "Appreciate the snow and look for plum blossoms, but I have no interest in looking for plum blossoms. I just look at the white snowflakes and play a song, but I don't want to be calm for a long time."

"That's good, if that's the case, the wine won't work." I smiled and told the old slave to go to the yard and take out a jar of wine from the pear tree.

I never touch the wine under the pear blossom tree, pear blossom white, brother Wang's favorite, I dare not touch it, but today, I want to taste it, this simple pear blossom white, not mixed with a drop of green bamboo leaves, gone Brother Wang, it's still not what it used to be.

However, no matter how many times I drink with Xiaoge, there is still no charm.

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A few days after the heavy snowfall, it was time to go to the study to test elder brother.

That morning, my elder brothers came in early and took out the cloth brocade of the color they liked from the cabinet between Tingke and I, and used it as paper for the composition later.After taking it out, he returned to his seat, laid out the paper, and used a white jade paperweight to hold it.

Ting Ke and I sat down and lowered the curtains around the upper study room. For a while, the huge upper study room was silent.

The examiners who graded the papers were on the other side of the upper study room, completely unaware of the situation inside. Except for Ting Ke and me, no one knew who wrote which article.

I smiled and wrote a word on the yellow brocade; Chuang, Ting Ke took the pen and wrote a word;

This is the purpose of the article.

What is not broken is not built, and what is not built is not created.It is the portrayal of my life.

And it is what Ting Ke has done in the past half of his life that succeeds him.

I am very curious, what kind of explanations these emperors and grandchildren will give, what kind of breaking and establishing, establishing and continuing will be written.

The old slave lit a stick of incense, and the brothers began to write.Ting Ke and I sat quietly, but we were also thinking about how to write this article in our heads.

Burn incense into smoke, inch by inch, time is up.Volumes of text were sent to the side hall of the upper study, and the old slave led the eunuchs to serve tea and snacks. Ting Ke and I moved to the side hall together.

After the courtiers finished reading, they brought over two volumes, one black and one lilac.

I know that the laughing song is black, but when I open it up, it is his consistent style of writing, which is prudent and implemented, with hidden mysteries in the plain.

The articles in the lilac-colored cloth brocade are delicate and elegant, and every sentence seems to be out of the world, but it is also in the world. It has the great wisdom of Buddhism and Confucianism, but there is a faint sign of disillusionment.

Ting Ke and I nodded, and listened to the courtiers; "The black volume, grasping the current situation, seeing things clearly, is a talent for governing the country, but in the writing power, it is a bit depressed. Thinking is not only that, I'm afraid it's even more powerful, but I can't escape the eyes of the old minister because I'm depressed. , but presumably you are not very old, and you don’t see it very thoroughly, but the veterans think that writing these things at a young age is a bad omen. Therefore, the veterans think that the black volume is the first, and the lilac color is the second.”

I knew in my heart that Xiaoge was suppressing myself because, after all, this volume was for Ting Ke to read. He was afraid that his father would be suspicious of him. After all, Ji Shu is the crown prince now. After all, it is not good, so it is suppressed.

But I don't know who wrote Lilac Color.

"The seventeenth elder brother Zhou Xiaoge won the first place, and the sixth elder brother Zhou Jiran took second place," the old slave announced.

Jiran, dyed but Luo Yi is wet with water, but looks at the palace lantern Jun Enchi.I remembered an old poem from Liuli Kingdom.

It seems that this name was not written by Ting Ke.This child has never received Ting Ke's attention.But I was suddenly curious about this child.

The prince's exam is only divided into equals, not others.So when the ranking is down, everyone will disperse.

Back at Xiaoyao Hall, Xiaoge knelt on the ground and looked at me; "Grandpa Huang, Xiaoge..."

I understood what he meant. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't suppress it after all. It was because he was still young.

"Laughing song, in fact, you don't have to suppress yourself, you can write whatever you want." I told him that there is nothing to worry about at this time.

After all, this is also a way for the elder brothers to make the courtiers appreciate them.

I looked at his dilated eyes, nodded with a smile, and felt again, did I suppress him too much, making him dare not let go now.

"Yes, Grandpa Huang." Xiaoge nodded simply when he got an answer he hadn't expected.

"Now, I don't have to go to the study for a few days, what's my plan?" I asked him.

"I want to go to General Tan's mansion in Eleven Lang and play for a few days. Tan Yigang and General Tan came back from the frontier, and they will leave again in a few days. I must not be in the imperial city for Chinese New Year, so my grandson wants to visit him."

Tan Zui has always been looking for Xiaoge, now Xiaoge will also look for Tan Zui?

I smiled and said to Xiaoge; "You go, and help me bring him something by the way."

Xiao Ge was puzzled, raised his eyes and blinked.

The old slave handed the beautifully carved sword case to Xiaoge, Xiaoge opened the sword case suspiciously, a red tasseled sword with dried blood on the sword came into view.

Xiaoge looked at me in surprise, speechless for a while.After I put away this sword, no matter how Ji Shu wanted to go back, I didn't give it back. I asked the old slave to give Ji Shu a better sword.

Because I always feel that it would be better to keep this sword for Tan Yi.

Of course, I never trade at a loss.

I looked at Xiaoge with a smile and said, "Of course it's not free. When you come back, bring your little crossbow. I have to ask Tan Yi for the design of the bow."

; "Yes, Grandpa Huang."

I watched Xiaoge leave the main hall and go back to my side hall, but I felt happy for their children and grandchildren in my heart.

I went to the old slave to prepare good snacks, freshly brewed tea, and passed the sixth elder brother to Xiaoyao Hall.

I want to see this child, although I have never cared much about the other grandchildren except Xiaoge, but I don't care about not wearing a watch.

If this child is really a sign of being born, I, a grandfather, will naturally take care of it.

;"See the Supreme Emperor." The words were obviously respectful, but when they came out of Ji Ran's mouth, there was a faint alienation, just like the person kneeling before me, who was far, far away from me.

I asked him to get up, and the 14-year-old boy had grown up, his forehead hair was like lacquer, his eyes were long and narrow, the end of his eyes was slightly raised, his lips were thin, and there was no blood at all.

With a slender figure, she looks like a weak willow supporting the wind.

I let out a long sigh, this child, why is he like this, I never thought that there would be such a weak man among my grandchildren.

Before I could speak, he had already started to cough in a low voice, one after another.

I immediately understood why he had the idea of ​​being born.

; "Your health is not good."

; "Yes, I've annoyed the Emperor."

;"Call me Grandpa Huang, you don't look good like this." I looked at him worriedly.

"It's fate, so what's good or bad?" I asked him to sit down, but I heard him say that.

;"Since you like the Buddha, the Buddha said that the cycle of cause and effect is repeated. The so-called destiny is karma, and karma is created and eliminated. Why don't you understand."

The Buddha said that the karma in this life is the accumulation of the actions of the previous life. The previous life was the evil result, and the evil result must be eliminated in this life to eliminate the karma.If you accumulated good deeds in your previous life, you would start a business in your previous life.

Ji Ran looked at me, never thought that I would say that, he looked at me, and said thoughtfully; "Then should I start a business or eliminate karma in my life?"

; "Regardless of creating or destroying, it is karma and cannot be discarded." I looked at him and said.

Thoughtful, he returned home at night.

I looked at his frail back and wondered in my heart whether this child could understand what I said, and whether he could do what I wanted.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if the babies have noticed, but no matter what kind of eyes the people of the old Zhou’s family have, they always have their eyes picked up.

The baby really likes such a powerful gene *^_^*

Baby still has no comments and no favorites.

Although Baobao is very envious of others who comment and bookmark so many, Baobao understands that no one comments on me, and it is probably because of my own reasons.

The baby has finished the exam of the history of foreign legal systems. I am so happy. Nine pairs of new chapters come out, so that in the future, the number will be the number of chapters. It's great!