Shengshichun

When Pei Zhan came out of the palace, he happened to bump into Fu Zhen who was walking out holding a vase.

"Have you met the empress?" he asked.

Fu Zhen nodded: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

The couple didn't wait until they left the palace and returned to the house. Then they took a deep breath and sat down in the room.

"How is the situation with the Emperor?" Fu Zhen asked first.

"The emperor asked me to verify the situation in Dongzi first. If the situation is true, he will ask the Ministry of War to make a decision together." After Pei Zhan answered, he couldn't wait to ask her: "Where is Kunning Palace?"

Fu Zhen put the vase down, took a deep breath and said, "As expected, the problem lies with the Emperor."

Then, she told the whole story of what happened in Kunning Palace in detail, "I don't know what the emperor did that night in Huzhou?
"I'm afraid only the three of them know the truth of the matter. Unfortunately, the queen refuses to tell the truth, and I dare not ask further."

Pei Zhan also felt that the matter was a bit tricky: "I can't find out what kind of attitude the emperor maintains towards the emperor's eldest son. Without knowing his attitude, we can't proceed further."

"Who says it's not the case?" Fu Zhen spread his hands, "But I think it is absolutely impossible for the emperor to tell us the truth. The only one we can place hope on is the empress."

It was impossible for Yang Yi to tell them the truth. If a person is cruel enough to sever ties with his biological parents, he will definitely not leave a chance to others.

"But we can't be too hasty. We still have to consider the emperor's eldest son's mood." Pei Zhan reminded.

After saying that, he glanced outside: "I still have to go to Dali Temple, and I need to interrogate Lian Ran as soon as possible. The eldest son of the emperor and the palace will be left to you first."

"Don't worry." Fu Zhen waved his hand, "I'm also planning to go to Wanbin Tower."

The couple agreed here and began to perform their respective duties.

Fu Zhen sent someone to prepare the carriage, then picked up the bottle of osmanthus, looked around, picked it up again, and went out.

The front hall of Wanbin Tower was full of guests, and there was a counting house in the middle, which was blocked by the courtyard, which did not affect the small courtyards in the back hall at all.

Shopkeeper Feng lives in the west. Shopkeeper Su and the others have been enjoying themselves in the capital these past few days. He originally came to the capital to visit Mrs. Ning, mother and son, but now he sees with his own eyes that they are all well. Mr. Ning’s descendants There is no need to worry about things anymore, this wish is fulfilled, and I am ready to return to Huizhou.

Mrs. Ning asked people to carefully prepare the etiquette for Shopkeeper Feng to return home. Whenever she saw something suitable on the gift list, she did not forget to send one to Yang Yi who lived in the east.

The courtyard where Yang Yi lived had exactly three rooms. He lived in the main room, and the wing rooms on the east and west sides were occupied by He Zhao and Chen Song, who had not returned from their duties.

Mrs. Ning gave them great freedom. This courtyard has a special door leading to the back alley. As long as they want, they can have no contact with the entire Wanbin Building.

The servants arranged to come here will never step into the courtyard without their permission.

The guards that Guo Song and others arranged around Pei Zhan were all placed in the open, not too far or too close, so that they would not disturb their getting up. Once there was any summons, they could respond immediately.

When shopkeeper Su delivered the tea ordered by Mrs. Ning, Yang Yi was reading.

Looking at the tea in the exquisite nanmu box, he glanced at the piles of items already piled in the corner of the room and said, "Please go back and tell the eldest sister that the things she sent over are enough. Thank you very much." I'm a rough guy and don't pay much attention to food and clothing, so please don't worry about it."

Shopkeeper Su smiled and said: "Sir, you don't have to refuse. They are just daily necessities. I don't know which ones you are used to. Our boss is very approachable, so I gave you a few more items. You can do whatever you want."

After saying this, he bowed deeply and left the courtyard.

Yang Yi looked at his back and sighed helplessly.

He Zhao walked in: "My lord, if you feel it is unnecessary, I will go and tell Mrs. Ning."

"No need." Yang Yi said, "Since I have confessed my identity, how can the Ning family take me as a normal person?

"My eldest sister had a good intention, but I refused, but it made her uneasy. Just accept it."

He Zhao said yes.

Yang Yi asked again: "When will Chen Song come back?"

"The last time I wrote to you, I said it would be here around the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival. It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in three days, so it's going to be fast."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in three days?" Yang Yi put down the book when he heard this, "Yes, today, August 12, is the death anniversary of Hu Yi and his son."

He Zhao groaned silently: "Exactly."

Yang Yi's eyes dimmed: "You go and prepare some incense candles and paper money. We will go to the graves to offer sacrifices to them tonight."

He Zhao said yes and took the order to go out.

As soon as Fu Zhen arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he happened to meet He Zhao coming out of the courtyard.

"He Guards."

He Zhaoshen saluted: "General's wife."

Fu Zhen smiled and said, "I want to see Mr., but I wonder if he is in the courtyard?"

He Zhao said hurriedly: "Sir, you are reading in the room. Please let me know when I come in."

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open, and said to Yang Yi who was sitting in the window: "My lord, the general's wife is here."

Yang Yi raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen, who was holding a large vase: "Please come in."

Fu Zhen crossed the yard and walked into the house: "I have met Mr."

Yang Yi said gently: "You don't have to be so polite." After a pause, he said again: "If you don't see anyone outside, you can change to my uncle."

"That niece is so generous." Fu Zhen smiled and put the vase of flowers on the coffee table, and said another blessing: "I've met Uncle Yang."

Yang Yi raised his lips: "Why did you bring a vase of flowers?"

Fu Zhen carelessly brushed the flowers: "This morning, Minzhi and I rushed to the palace early. He went to report the military situation to the emperor, and I stopped by Kunning Palace to pay my respects to the Queen.

"My queen was arranging flowers. She loved me. Seeing that I liked the flowers, she gave them to me along with the vase.

"Uncle Yang, look, how fresh these flowers are!"

Yang Yi couldn't help but look at the vase of flowers. His eyes moved as if he could no longer look away.

Fu Zhen looked at it calmly for a while, then picked up the book he had placed on the table.

After a while, Yang Yi took a deep breath and turned his gaze: "Since it is a reward to you, why did you bring it to me instead?"

Fu Zhen replied calmly: "I came here directly after I came out of the palace. Minzhi told the emperor the news from Uncle Yang in a tactful way. I came to reply to Uncle Yang.

"The emperor has ordered Min Zhi to verify the situation and make a decision later." "Really?" Yang Yi picked up the tea that shopkeeper Su had just sent, looked at it, opened the lid, and opened it from the table. After putting the tea leaves in the two teacups, he walked to the corner of the room, picked up the teapot that was warm on the small stove, and started making tea skillfully.

Fu Zhen said: "Uncle Yang, what you are reading is a military book. Over the years, you have not given up your ideal of defending your home and country at all, have you?"

In the thick steam of tea, Yang Yi frowned and poured water into the teacup with concentration. He didn't answer until the tea was finished: "It's not ideal. It's just the rise and fall of the world, and everyone is responsible for it."

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. As expected, my queen is full of praise when she mentions you. You are her pride."

Hearing this, Yang Yi glanced at him, then looked deeply at the tea in front of him and fell silent.

The skylight just outlined his profile, and his weathered face revealed his perseverance.

Fu Zhen walked behind the desk aside, picked up paper and pen, and started drawing.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other. When the tea was slightly cold, Yang Yi picked up the cup and took a sip, then said, "What are you drawing?"

"I've been sick since I was a child, and everyone said I couldn't support myself. My mother didn't believe in evil and protected me all the way. She was afraid that she would cripple me, so she specially chose a talent that didn't require much effort for me to practice.

"So as I grow up, I can only do one painting that I am somewhat good at.

"Uncle Yang's journey here is so legendary that I couldn't help but draw it because of his outstanding temperament."

Yang Yi sneered: "I am a rough man, what temperament can I talk about? Don't joke with me."

After he finished speaking, he remained silent, then turned to look at Fu Zhen: "I heard that your father was immoral and your mother was just a weak woman. How did she protect you all these years?"

"Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong." Fu Zhen raised his head, "Uncle Yang can't underestimate us women. At critical moments, we are not inferior to men at all.

"Just like the Queen, if she hadn't been by the Emperor's side for so many years and managed the harem for him, how could Da Zhou be as stable as it is now?
"It's just that I have been in her position, and I don't know how much grievances I have suffered through these years of ups and downs."

Yang Yi was silent.

After a while, he picked up the book of war that Fu Zhen had placed next to him, walked to the yard, sat under the pomegranate tree and started reading.

The big pomegranates above my head are bright and heavy, with green leaves wrapped around them, rustling in the autumn wind.

When He Zhao walked back to the yard with a large pile of incense paper money, he saw that several leaves had fallen on Yang Yi's shoulders and head. He couldn't help but walked over and asked, "Why are you sitting here, my lord?"

Yang Yi paused for a moment. He seemed to suddenly come out of his thoughts. When he raised his head, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes.

Then he said: "That girl was painting in the house, so I sat here."

"Master, did you mean the general's wife?" He Zhao glanced inside the room, "The general's wife has left. When my subordinate came back just now, he saw her talking to Mrs. Ning in the front yard. There was also an overweight official sitting with him. ”

"Are you leaving?"

Yang Yi was at a loss for a while, and then walked back to the house with the book, and saw Fu Zhen's figure in the room filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. She was the only one left in the room, except for the bottle of osmanthus on the table. A portrait remains.

Yang Yi took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and reached out to touch the flower branches.

He Zhao, who was following behind, saw this and said: "The picture on this bottle is about agarwood saving my mother... This is the most common allusion told by the empress in the past.

"This flower is also my favorite osmanthus flower. My lord, could this flower come from the palace?"

Yang Yi's eyes scanned the pattern on the bottle inch by inch, then slowly moved up, looking at the flowers bit by bit.

Through the gaps between the flowers, he saw the portraits spread out on the table.

At this sight, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he walked around behind the desk and bent over to look at the portrait.

The paper was not Yang Yi at all, but a portrait of an aristocratic lady with gray hair and gray hair. She was sitting on a brocade couch, her right elbow lightly resting on the edge of the kang table, looking sadly at the ground.

Her slender body looks as good as the slender flower branches in the vase next to her. Although her beauty and facial contours can show her beautiful appearance when she was young, her face is covered with wrinkles. Showing endless fatigue.

Yang Yi pressed his hands on the drawing paper, and bloodshot eyes crawled into his eyes, soon turning his eye sockets red.

"Lord..."

Before He Zhao could finish his sentence, Yang Yi quickly raised his hand to stop him.

He lifted the portrait up and looked at Guangzi carefully, then put it down again, retreated and sat in the chair, his eyebrows narrowed in trance.

He Zhao stayed with her in silence for a long time, and finally quietly stepped out and closed the door.

The autumn wind shakes the pomegranates on the tree, and the leaves are flying in the air.

……

When Fu Zhen walked out of Yang Yi's yard, she originally wanted to say hello to him, but he stood in front of him for a long time and Yang Yi didn't even notice him. In the end, she had to choose not to disturb him.

In the front, Mrs. Ning was taking Xie Yu to check out the store. Xie Zhang happened to pass by and come in for a visit, so they sat together and drank tea.

Since Xie Yu has a lively personality, the two families have become more closely related now. Xie Zhang no longer adheres to the gentleman's etiquette as he did in the past. He occasionally jokes with Fu Zhen, and Fu Zhen is no longer so reserved.

She asked Xie Zhang: "After the deposed prince died, it is now time to start the process of establishing the crown prince. Has Mr. Xie heard any news from the court?"

There was no way, almost all of her circle were military generals, and there was only one civil servant, Xie Zhang. She could only get such information from him.

Xie Zhang said: "The Ministry of Rites has submitted many documents to the Qianqing Palace, but the emperor has not yet approved it. But except for the third prince, there is no choice. It makes no difference when he is registered."

At this time, shopkeeper Su came to reply: "The tea for the East Courtyard has been delivered. The East Courtyard did not refuse. Please rest assured."

Mrs. Ning was relieved when she heard this: "That's good! Just follow this in the future."

Xie Zhang listened to their conversation and drank tea.

After Shopkeeper Su left, they chatted for a few more minutes and then the father and daughter decided to go back home.

After entering the mansion, Xie Yu immediately turned around under the hidden wall: "Is father very busy these days?"

Xie Zhang waved his sleeves and walked in: "It's not too busy, how about it?"

Xie Yu followed: "If you're not busy, you'd better go to Wanbin Tower for a walk."

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Xie Zhang's face, and he turned to one side: "Why is this?"

"My opponents have all moved in, and you are still pretending to be confused with me at this time!" Xie Yu grabbed his sleeve anxiously, "I want to ask you, what do you really think about my master? We have been together for so long, what do you really think? Is there her?"

(End of this chapter)