Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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In the morning, the snow was clear and the sky was fine.

When a round of red sun was rising from the east, Zhan Zhao was already standing at the door saying goodbye to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked a little tired. He almost stayed up all night last night. He washed his hands and cooked rice in the middle of the night. This kind of thing was already very strange to Yang Jian. In the early hours of the morning, Zhan Zhao fell asleep in a daze.

Yang Jian didn't feel sleepy at all, and he just sat quietly by Zhan Zhao until dawn.

Zhan Zhao woke up very early, looking at the time, he couldn't care less about eating a bowl of Xiaoyu's newly cooked rice porridge and was in a hurry to go back to the mansion. Yang Jian didn't keep him, or Yang Jian knew that keeping him was just embarrassing Zhan Zhao. He didn't want to see Zhan Zhao's embarrassed expression, so he had to let him go.

Yang Jian led the horse, handed the reins to Zhan Zhao, and said, "It has snowed all day and night. Although it is not far from Kaifeng Mansion, the road is not easy. Let me lend you this horse to ride back. Just let the rein go, and it will come back."

Zhan Zhao just wanted to be polite, but seeing the determination in Yang Jian's eyes, he changed his words and said, "Then, I will not be polite, thank you, second brother."

Yang Jian didn't like this distant tone very much, so he couldn't help but said: "You were drunk and slept on my lap yesterday, but how polite you are, why did you change your mind now?"

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Actually, I'm not really just being polite to my second brother, that's all I'm saying, maybe I'll take the reins, get on the horse and go straight away."

Yang Jian also smiled, and said: "I don't like to listen to your kind words, so you can save them in front of me in the future."

Zhan Zhao said: "Okay, just listen to the second brother."

Yang Jian looked at the sky and said, "Actually, it's still early and you don't need to be so anxious. You'll have time to leave after breakfast."

Zhan Zhao sighed: "It snowed so heavily yesterday, I guess some shantytowns in Kaifeng City will be crushed by this heavy snow and many houses will be collapsed. I'm afraid Mr. Bao will be busy last night, I have to go back quickly Help - besides, I'm really not hungry at the moment, the second brother's cooking was so good last night that I ate all the bottom of the plate, and I'm still full right now."

Yang Jian didn't hold back, patted the horse's back, and said: "Then go back earlier, when the sun comes out, the snow will start to melt, and the ground will be muddy and it will be even harder to go. Those who lost their houses in the city can't wait even more." gone."

Zhan Zhao stepped on his horse, turned his head and said, "How long will Second Brother stay here?"

Yang Jian smiled and said: "It's been a long time, at least a year, as long as you want to come anytime, you don't go home for the New Year this year, you can come to my place on New Year's Eve, or I can go to see lanterns with you during the Lantern Festival."

Zhan Zhao felt relieved for no reason, and said with a hearty smile, "It's all good! Then I'll really come anytime!" Suddenly he lowered his body and got close to Yang Jian, and said in a low voice, "If I come again, I still want to eat second brother The cooked food will linger on your lips and teeth for three days and you will never forget it."

Yang Jian raised his hand and brushed Zhan Zhao's hanging hair by his ear, and said with a slight smile, "You come, and I'll cook myself."

As if he got a satisfactory answer, Zhan Zhao laughed loudly and walked on the horse. The horse's hooves kicked up a layer of snow mist, and Zhan Zhao's blue figure gradually disappeared in the snow mist.

Yang Jian stood at the door for a long time without moving.

When Zhan Zhao went back, Kaifeng Mansion was already busy. The shantytowns in the southwestern part of the city were crushed by heavy snow at night, and nearly half of them collapsed. .

Bao Zheng received Song Zhenzong's order in the middle of the night, asking him to immediately arrange manpower to resettle these homeless families. Bao Zheng was really busy all night without sleep.Chao Mahan contacted several big families in the city overnight and asked them to vacate some places to accommodate the victims; Zhang Long and Zhao Hu brought people and horses to help these victims relocate overnight...

During the period, some people also asked whether Zhan Zhao should be allowed to come back, but Bao Zheng refused, and just said: "Forget it, Zhan Huwei rarely has a moment of leisure. We don't just need him here. Let him have a good rest. He will come back tomorrow." I will come early."

Sure enough, as the saying goes, he saw Zhan Zhao galloping towards him at dawn, and hurried to the southwest of the city before he had time to catch his breath.

Gongsun Ce, who was staying in the government office, grabbed him and said, "Guard Zhan, don't rush there, Mr. Bao rushed over to resettle him last night."

Zhan Zhao said: "Sir, too, the whole house is so busy that they didn't send someone to call Zhan Zhao back, why are you holding me back now?"

Gongsun Ce said: "The decree came only in the middle of the night yesterday, and we don't know where you went, how to find you? Besides, you are not missing. Now you don't need to rush over, not to let you idle, but also You have other things to do."

Zhan Zhao said, "What is it?"

Gongsun Ce said: "It's like this. The gate of the city was closed yesterday, and the victims had to be resettled in the homes of almost all the big families in the city. Mr. Bao wants you to go to the Guangxian Temple in the south of the city after opening the gate at dawn. Please help the host. Guangxian Temple has a large area and many houses, and it is also a place of practice for the royal family. Over the years, it has been the first choice for resettlement of victims of disasters, and it is also convenient to put food and food there. Contact me Tell Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to relocate the victims."

Zhan Zhao thought about it, and said: "Guangxian Temple has a precedent for helping the victims. Every time such a situation occurs, the host will send people to negotiate with Mr. Bao early. Why do I need to contact this time? Not just Because of the gate, right?"

Gongsun Ce sighed: "I know that I can't hide it from you. A few days ago, Concubine Pang Guifei was unwell in the palace. She went to Guangxian Temple to pray for Concubine Pang Guifei at Grand Master Pang's house. Even on New Year’s Eve, you know Grand Master Pang is arrogant, although others did not go to Guangxian Temple to keep incense in person, but his wife and son were there, so..."

Zhan Zhao already knew it well, and said, "Okay, I'll just go and have a look."

Gongsun Ce said again: "Be careful, don't quarrel with them."

Zhan Zhao said: "Don't worry sir, I have my own sense of propriety." After saying that, he went back to his room to get the Juque, led out his horse, and left without even having time to change his clothes.

When he came out, he saw Yang Jian's white horse still wandering by the door, he couldn't help but stepped forward to pat the horse's neck, and said, "I still have work to do, you can go back."

The white horse seemed to understand Zhan Zhao's words, raised its head and neighed, turned and left.

Zhan Zhao watched the white horse leave, and just pulled the rein and rode away.

When we arrived at Guangxian Temple, the sun had already risen very high, but it was still not warm, and the reflection of the sun on the snow was particularly dazzling.Zhan Zhao reined in his horse, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the temple gate. It is said that at this time, the monks in Chen Temple should have gotten up to clean the snow, but the gate of the temple is still closed, except for the snow on the steps in front of the temple. Apart from cleaning, there is no sign of any personnel coming in and out.

If it weren't for Zhan Zhao's excellent hearing ability, he could hear the faint sound of chanting sutras coming from the temple, and he would have thought that this huge Guangxian Temple was full of people.

Turning over and getting off the horse, Zhan Zhao casually tied the horse to the hitching post in front of the temple, stepped forward quickly and slapped the bronze clasp on the temple gate, and a clear and crisp sound resounded.

Soon the temple gate opened with a "squeak", and a middle-aged monk came out wearing a cotton robe and bald head. When he saw Zhan Zhao, he knew him.

Zhan Zhao bowed slightly to return the salute, and said, "So it's Master Zhitong, Zhan Zhao is polite here. It's like this, last night many houses collapsed in the shanty town of Daxue in Kaifeng, Zhan Zhao was ordered by Mr. Bao to ask the presiding officer to help."

Zhitong's complexion was slightly troubled, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master the host has been ill recently and hasn't been out for several days, and there are some...inconvenient things in the temple, please reply Master Bao Find another way..."

Zhan Zhao said: "But this has been a common practice over the years. Guangxian Temple has been conferred by the Holy Master as a place of royal cultivation, and emergency relief has always been the top priority in the temple. Even if there is no such thing, porridge and loose meals are indispensable Why is it that the emergency rescue of the poor people’s homes can’t work now?”

Zhitong blushed and said: "Oh, Mr. Zhan should also know that it is really inconvenient to be in the temple at this time..."

Zhan Zhao stretched out his head to look inside the temple, and there was nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but said directly: "I know someone from Grand Master Pang's family is burning incense and praying here, but can they occupy such a large place in the temple? Please tell Master Zhitong." Presiding master, just vacate the monk's house at the foot of the West Mountain according to the usual practice in previous years, and I promise not to let these disaster victims disturb the Grand Master's house."

Zhitong still hesitated, and said: "The presiding master is really ill. I can't be the master of this matter. Master Zhan, don't make things difficult for the monk."

Zhan Zhao said anxiously: "It's freezing and snowy right now, those disaster victims have nowhere to go, how could the monks have the heart to let them live in the open air out of compassion? Since Master can't make the decision, Zhan Zhao waits here for Master to find someone who has the final say." People!"

Seeing that Zhan Zhao was really angry, Zhitong didn't dare to push the matter out, so he sighed, "Then I'll be sorry for Mr. Zhan." Then he turned and went back to the temple, and unexpectedly closed the temple door, Zhan Zhao Staying outside the door was anxious and angry, but he had to wait patiently and slowly.

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