The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The homing pigeon with gray wings and white body landed steadily on the wooden window sill. Hearing the familiar "cuckoo" sound, Gong Ziyuan hurriedly put down his pen, opened the window and unwrapped the secret letter from the pigeon's leg.

Gong Ziyuan flattened the thin silk, and through the candlelight, gray shadows of words were reflected on the paper: "Guo Ziqian, formerly known as Guo Ma, was born in Zhenyang, Liaozhong. He was born as a scholar and failed many scientific examinations. The girl’s name is Yingying, and Yingying was selected as a court lady to enter the palace in the seventh year of Xuanzheng. Guo Ma abandoned literature and followed Taoism, and 17 years later Zhang Huaiyu set up a relationship with Cao Yuzhang, and Cao Yuzhang recommended it to Emperor Xuanzheng.”

"Cao Yuzhang, Zhang Huaiyu, Guo Ma, Yingying", Gong Ziyuan repeatedly thought about these seemingly unrelated people, and finally pointed the finger in the same direction.

Gong Ziyuan threw Bo Juan into the brazier, hurriedly closed the door and went straight to Han Jing's study.

Gong Ziyuan knocked lightly on the door: "My lord, I have something to ask."

"Come in!" Han Jing was lying on his side on the soft couch, with a thick stack of memorials piled up in his hand, his long black hair loosely tied behind his head, and he couldn't tell whether he was helpless or tired: "If you have any questions, just ask , this king is going to be annoyed to death by these papers recommending Zi Xiao."

Gong Ziyuan took a few steps forward, lowered his chest, "Does the lord know who his mother is, the lord Zhao? When did he enter the palace?"

"His mother was a palace lady and died of illness not long after giving birth to the prince." Han Jing frowned suspiciously: "How could I know the specific things. The palace chooses palace maids in odd-numbered years, and the third brother is two years older than me." , so his mother entered the palace at least in the seventh year of Xuanzheng."

"Concubine Duan also entered the palace in the seventh year of Xuanzheng?"

"So what? Young Master Yuan, what have you discovered?"

Gong Ziyuan smiled knowingly: "My lord, if my guess is right, then Mrs. Zhao is an old friend of Guo Ziqian."

Han Jing sat up from the soft couch with a solemn expression: "Please tell me in detail."

Gong Ziyuan nodded and said: "Guo Zigan's original name was Guo Ma, and he had a friend named Yingying in his hometown. Later, Yingying entered the palace as a court lady, but he himself turned around and became a Taoist priest after repeated trials. After being recommended, he was finally recommended to Emperor Xuanzheng.

Yingying entered the palace in the seventh year of Xuanzheng. The villain dared to guess that if Yingying was Zhao Wang's biological mother, then Guo Ma's entering the palace had an inseparable connection with Zhao Wang, and Zhang Huaiyu was the one who led the way!This also explains why Zhang Huaiyu always jumps out to stir up trouble at critical moments. He is for the prince on the surface, but secretly works for King Zhao... If you are bolder, can you guess that King Zhao was born and other Mother Yingying's 'died of illness' has a great relationship with Concubine Duan, and it is precisely because of this that there is a subsequent case of witchcraft injustice.My lord, the mantis beats the cicada and the oriole is behind. "

Han Jing closed the notebook in his hand and sneered, "What a bold guess!"

"If that's the case," Gong Ziyuan lowered his voice, "Lord Wan is in danger!"

Compared with the dry and cold city of Dadu, the Zhao land in the east has more thick water vapor.If it is said that the cold wind in the north is like a knife, it cuts people's skin and flesh with pain; then the coldness in the east is like poison, which penetrates directly into the bone marrow and does not dissipate.

"Is it like this in Dongying in winter?" Fang Xinyu looked up at Qibao who was surrounded by the brazier, and his gentle voice was as usual: "Are you used to living here?"

Qibao didn't like to talk, and sometimes he didn't speak a word for several days, as if he was really a monster of a foreign race who only knew how to kill, as rumored.Everyone is fearful but extremely disdainful. In the huge palace, apart from Zhao Wang Han Qi and Guo Ziqian, only bookworm Fang Xinyu is willing to talk to him.

Before waiting for Qibao's answer, Fang Xinyu laughed dryly and had to change the subject: "My lord's favorite snake-eyed heather is also from your Dongying. I heard that when the flower blooms, it looks like hills connected to hills, and the pink is reflected in the large areas. The sky lost its color."

"I don't like heather!" Qibao said every word very seriously: "It's too domineering, and I'm going to occupy the entire hill!"

The unexpected answer aroused Fang Xinyu's interest: "Then what does Qibao like?"

"Sugar!" Qibao didn't even think about it.

"Sure enough, I'm still a child," Fang Xinyu stood up and beat his sore shoulders: "We are going to give candy to children this Chinese New Year, have they given it to you?"

"I am not a child, and no one has ever treated me as a child." Qibao was still squatting by the brazier, flicking the charcoal fire again and again, and there was a rare slight ups and downs in his jerky pronunciation: "I only ate it once Sugar, the sweet kind."

Although he was still a child, but was treated as a weapon without warmth, Fang Xinyu felt a little sour in his heart.Opening the bamboo box at the corner of the table, he took out a few pieces of ginger candy that the urchin forced into his hand a few days ago, Fang Xinyu walked over and put the candy next to Qibao: "Here are some pieces of ginger candy, you can eat them! Sweet and cold!"

Qibao stared at the small yellow squares, and after a long time, he picked one up and put it into his mouth in doubt: "It tastes weird, it's not good!" He said it was not good, but he was not willing to spit it out.

His eyes seemed to be glued to it, Qibao carefully wrapped up the rest and carried it into his bosom, earnestly and cautiously, as if he had obtained a great treasure.

"Thank you." Guo Ziqian took the roster from Zhang Huaiyu: "Master Zhang, do you know how many people in the court are willing to help King Zhao?"

Zhang Huaiyu filled the tea himself, waved the heat from the cup, and said with a smile, "Three out of ten."

Guo Ziqian quickly flipped through a few pages of thin paper in his hand, scanning down the list at a glance: "Three parts of the world?"

"More than [-]% of the people belong to the King of Jin, and besides, he has the Beijing army." Zhang Huaiyu blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface: "But once something happens to Wan Zixiao, the King of Jin will be in chaos. We finally waited until this day gone."

There was no joy on Guo Ziqian's face: "Master Zhang has been dormant for so many years and has worked so hard!"

Zhang Huaiyu shook his hand: "How could it be? If it wasn't for King Zhao, my wife and I would not have survived until now."

It was a long time ago when I first met Mrs. Zhang.

The spring breeze blew up the sedan chair curtains, and she was sitting inside neatly, wearing a lotus-colored chest-length skirt and a concubine-colored drape, her head was slightly lowered, and her long black hair reached her waist. The fairy who came out of the painting.

Just for a moment, the young poor scholar from a poor family and no fame could no longer look away, and secretly promised that she would not marry in this life.

Don't say that the toad wants to eat swan meat, sometimes nothing is impossible as long as you dare to think about it.

Zhang Jiafu's side has no children, only such a daughter.Children who grew up eating hundreds of meals don't know what their names are, and the surname "Yu" is nothing more than an old scholar from the village who adopted him.Now that the old scholar has been buried in the soil early, what is the difference between the surname "Yu" and the surname "Zhang", so he simply gave up his name and entered the Zhang family.From then on, the Zhang family had half a son, and a scholar named Zhang Huaiyu was added to the red list next year.

Scholars, Juren, and Scholars have all gone smoothly, and they are full of ambitions, thinking that they can also guide the country, but it was not until the catastrophe came that Zhang Huaiyu suddenly realized that the official career is not easy.It sounded like a trivial matter, but somehow it spread to the ears of the Empress Dowager Guan Su and became a clique for personal gain.

Zhang Huaiyu was imprisoned, and the Zhang family was completely panicked, and they almost exhausted their family property to clear up their relationships.After tossing for several months, Mr. Zhang died when he was released from prison on bail.

The funeral was in late autumn, with one rain and one cold.It was cloudy and rainy, and the sky was cloudy. The funeral was not completely over, and the youngest son contracted a cold and fell ill.

Maybe the child was too young, maybe the disease wasn't a cold at all, and it only got better and then it got worse. It went back and forth for several months, and Aiko didn't survive that winter in the end.

After successive blows, Mrs. Zhang's heart was broken, and she shed tears all day long, and finally she wanted to throw herself into the river to kill herself.Ren Zhang Huaiyu's persuasion had no effect at all, everyone was standing by the river, but was persuaded to go back by a young man in a daze.

"That young man is King Zhao?!" Guo Ziqian asked, "Does Master Zhang know what he said?"

"King Zhao saved my husband and wife." Zhang Huaiyu smiled and drank the tea in the cup in one go: "The result is very good. Does it matter what you said?"

Listening to people's stories is like watching people taste tea. If you don't experience it yourself, how can you understand the taste.