She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

"Hengzhi arrived?"

It was already past the morning court hours, and the new emperor was wearing a formal suit with exaggerated golden dragon embroidered patterns, leaning against a delicate beauty.

There were dozens of breakfast dishes on the dining table. The new emperor was picking and choosing and instructing the beauties to serve him the food.

"Your Majesty, the prince of Zhaohou is already waiting for an audience outside the palace." The man with his chest hunched and his head lowered was Xue Ping, who had returned to the palace with his tail between his legs.

In the last incident, Xue Ping's cleverness really won the favor of the new emperor, who gave him a good house in the city. After receiving the reward, he served even more attentively.

The new emperor took a bite of half a beef box and nodded with satisfaction.

The quick arrival of the Prince of Zhao made the new emperor feel that his warnings were more effective.

"Alright, let's withdraw. Ask Hengzhi to come in."

The capital city is usually cold in early winter, with sudden chills between day and night, which is not pleasant.

Hengzhi had been standing outside the palace since daybreak, feeling cold even in the gaps between his clothes. He had been waiting in the corridor before the new emperor got up.

The new emperor got up early in the morning and did not go to court. Instead, he lit a lamp in the room and called the beauties to chat with him.

Several ministers wanted to come to discuss matters, but Xue Ping shamelessly said that they had not yet stood up and sent them away.

He really has the demeanor of a tyrant.

Ever since A'ao made no secret of her dislike for the new emperor, Hengzhi's heart had become unbalanced.

People are always like this. If they have a bad impression of someone, and if their friends also have a bad impression of them when they meet them in the future, then the reputation of this person will spread from one person to ten people, and then from ten to a hundred people, and it will almost spread far and wide.

Unknowingly, A'ao became Hengzhi's "friend" and the new emperor became this "someone".

There is no certainty in fate, it is mysterious beyond words.

The servants in the hall went back and forth several times, removing the cups, bowls and dishes.

Another group of maids came in to bring in new tea and other things for washing hands, and then they left. Only then did Heng Zhi see Xue Ping standing in front of the hall with his clothes dusted off.

"Pass on His Majesty's oral order and summon the Marquis' son Hengqi to the audience."

Hengzhi bowed and listened to the imperial edict. He stood up and saw that Xue Ping's back was straight, as if he had accepted his greeting in person.

The rules are here. No matter whether the person delivering the imperial edict is a eunuch or an official, if there is a huge difference in status between the two parties after the imperial edict is announced, they must show mutual respect by being polite.

People are under the same roof, so even if Xue Ping is not polite, people around him will not find it strange.

In this palace, people who depend on others for their livelihood are divided into different levels. The supervisor of the Changqiu Ward depends on His Majesty, and these small minions have to depend on the Changqiu Ward.

"Prince, please come in." He grinned and asked someone to make way for Hengzhi.

Only when the picture of the emperor's hunting trip was presented to the new emperor did he reveal a satisfied smile.

In order to maintain his reputation as a dandy, Hengzhi did not lower his head and took in all the changes in the new emperor's expression.

A's words echoed in Hengzhi's ears.

"The fact that he asked Kezhou for the Emperor's Hunting Map shows that my uncle has not changed his bad habits. He just cares about his reputation. He heard that only a wise ruler can get the Emperor's Hunting Map, so he has been looking for it like crazy in the palace since he ascended the throne."

"But you don't have to worry too much about what he asks. He knows nothing about calligraphy and painting. He can only understand superficial things. His level is not even as good as yours." When saying this, Ah'ao even had a hint of pride.

The new emperor rolled up his long sleeves and commanded his left and right hands, "Deploy!"

He used to look down on Huai Chengbai, thinking that he was just a poor scholar who had fallen on hard times. He also relied on his self-righteousness to look down on warriors like Wang Xuanhengqi.

So when I wanted to find the painting, I had no idea that the original was with Huai Chengbai.

I've only heard of it, but never seen the original.

The story of how the wise ruler got the painting was told from a Taoist priest. He paid a lot of money to find a counselor who was good at painting to inquire about the details of the painting every day.

This person is also a person who only knows how to speak when the bottle is half full. He said that the painting of the emperor hunting can be identified by looking at the signature and a few special places.

The new emperor was so fooled by the two pretending to be profound that they were stunned and believed it without a doubt.

The man in green standing behind him is probably the half-talented painter.

The new emperor's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

First look at the signature, the handwriting is elegant and graceful, very similar to the handwriting of its author Wang Qizong. Especially when writing the left and right strokes, it is difficult for others to get its charm.

Look at the maid in the picture and the old man fishing by the river in the distance.

The maid's lips and the vermilion drapery on her body were painted with a layer of rouge and then a layer of cinnabar. This was Wang Qizon's hobby.

Kezhou is located in the north and is not the main production area of ​​cochineal. Because of its high cost and difficult production process compared to the rouge used by ordinary women, ordinary people no longer use rouge in painting, and use cinnabar instead.

The rouge in this painting is pure and bright, and the cinnabar is green and astringent. Combined, they cleverly show the realistic hem of the maid's skirt, as if it flutters in the wind as you look.

The old man fishing by the river is a mistake by Wang Qizong. The raincoat is worn on a sunny day to cover up the ink spots that were accidentally splashed on the painting.

The new emperor watched the scene carefully and found that it was consistent with what Mr. Danqing said.

He was overjoyed and hurriedly called someone over, "Come and take a look at this painting!"

The half bottle was a scholar, who took out a lens in a literary manner and looked carefully at every detail.

Hengzhi was not worried at all.

Ah'an copied the painting step by step while watching it happen.

Even if the process is complicated and time-consuming, it can be completed in one go.

These two people only look at the special features and don't know how to identify paper. They will never be able to tell the difference even if they look at it for a lifetime.

After a while - "Congratulations, Your Majesty! To be able to obtain this painting, you must be a wise ruler!"

Banpingzi shouted loudly, and the people around him observed his words and expressions, then all knelt down and shouted "Long live!"

The emperor is very pleased and will definitely ask for money.

Seeing that the goal was basically achieved, Hengzhi felt a lot more relieved and shouted "Long live the emperor".

A'ao and Hengzhi, after all, belong to the same kind of people.

Even though their status was not low, they still respected money and never regarded money as dirt.

There are many strong-willed people among the civil and military officials in the world. Not accepting food given out of pity is called integrity. As a leader, you cannot regard integrity as more important than anything else.

The people of the three provinces of Kezhou need to eat, the soldiers need to be strengthened, and the city walls need to be reinforced. At this time, the spirit is not as good as food and bricks, and people can't be full by drinking northwest wind.

If nothing unexpected happens, if there is an early court tomorrow, the reputation of the new Hengzhi Emperor as a bad guy will spread among all the court officials.

It doesn't matter. Hengzhi just thought that Ah-yi would nod with satisfaction when she knew it. No one could recognize it, which was the best affirmation of what she had learned.

I remember that when I first got this painting, it was given to me by Huai Chengbai.

If there really is a future and a chance, it won't be too late to tell her.

"Good! Good! Good! Your Highness is thoughtful!" The new emperor nodded with satisfaction. "I only heard that there were some traces of this map in the north, but I didn't expect you to really put in so much effort to find it. You are so loyal, I will definitely reward you well!"

"It is entirely up to your Majesty to decide. I shall be honored."

Actually, Hengzhi is a young man.

When he entered the palace, he took off his fur coat and leather belt, and the thin clothes made him look tall and slender.

Boys in the north all grow up in the wilderness outside the Great Wall. Heaven and earth bless their growth, and green mountains and spring breezes serve as their clothes.

Hengzhi inherited his mother Xu's good looks, and he was also very outstanding.

Even though he was happy, the new emperor couldn't help but think that it was a huge loss not to have a daughter.

Fortunately, according to Xue Ping, Hengzhi had poor taste and the woman he found was not presentable, so he felt a lot more relieved.

"A real man should manage his family and govern his country. When your father passes away, you should inherit the title. I am also very pleased that Xue Ping brought back your marriage certificate." The new emperor smiled and asked someone to serve writing materials. "I will issue an order to summon the Marquis' son Hengzhi, who is loyal to the lord and virtuous. On the day of the wedding ceremony, he will be given a golden crown and jade belt and be summoned to the title of Marquis."

Hengzhi kowtowed and accepted the order. He was just thinking about how to shamelessly bring up the issue of military pay when Xue Ping spoke.

"Your Majesty, the prince is young. Why don't you show your generosity as a king and father by sending him a gift to show your generosity?"

This surprised Hengzhi.

But what surprised Hengzhi even more was that the new emperor waved his hand and gave him two years' salary, which was given according to the title of the second rank of Zhaohou.

In addition to silver, they also gave gold, silver, jade and rare ornaments.

There is no such thing as free food in this world.

After they went out, the young eunuch beside Xue Ping came up to them flatteringly and asked if there were any Hu girls from Hengzhiqiujidao who were prettier.

"I seem to remember that the supervisor took a sweet thing with him when he set out?"

The young eunuch laughed awkwardly and couldn't explain what he meant.

Hengzhi put on a good look.

Yes, if I hadn't felt unsatisfied after playing to death, I wouldn't have deliberately tried to please him today and wanted to get a new one.

"Tell the warden that I understand."

I don’t know whether the wind is cooler or Hengzhi’s words are cooler.

The young eunuch broke out in a sweat as he watched the Marquis Zhao go away. His robe fluttered in the wind like an ochre palace lantern.

The palace treasury sorted out six carts of rewards according to the new emperor's request. The motorcade lined up outside the palace gate and attracted many people's attention when walking on the street.

Everyone knows that ever since the prince of Kezhou in the north entered the palace, he has become a hot new noble.

The new rich man had no airs at all. He went to Yanqing Building and bought two pounds of apricot blossom cake and chestnut crisps. Now he was sitting by the railing on the second floor, drinking tea and enjoying the breeze.

Yun Cheng brought some pastries over and saw the chilly wind, so he asked, "Master, why are you sitting here? The wind in the capital is quite cold."

Compared with Kezhou, the capital is not considered northern.

Yun Cheng grew up in Kezhou, and he was not used to it when he first came here.

The cold wind in Kezhou only comes in late autumn. In winter, the sky will be clear, dry and cold. After a while, it will start to snow.

It always snows at night, and when you wake up, everything is silvery white.

"It's time to snow in Kezhou. This year is much colder than last year." Yun Cheng rubbed his hands and muttered a few words.

The reason why ordinary people choose to sit down from a high building is that they can see far into the distance.

In the distance, the tall towers of the royal gardens stand majestically, with fireworks from thousands of homes below them.

Some are quiet, some are noisy.

But Hengzhi is different.

He didn't look far away, just stared at the open space downstairs.

In the ninth year of Linghui, in order to celebrate the birthday of the late emperor, Hengzhi entered the capital for the first time with his father.

There is a Yanqinglou in the capital, which is said to serve the best cakes and drinks in the world.

His mother had been ill for a long time, and Hengzhi wanted to bring some back to relieve her pain.

Pastries are not easy to store, but he will ride the fastest horse and take the shortest route.

Just as he was about to step into the gate of Yanqing Building, a white object fell from above his head, stopping him in his tracks.

It was a bamboo fan lying on the ground, painted with bright pomegranate flowers, and a small jade ornament hung on the fan pendant, which looked like an open pomegranate.

Like a woman's personal belongings.

Hengzhi raised his head.

At the railing on the second floor of Yanqing Building, the girl was dozing off in a very awkward posture, with one hand supporting her chin and the other hand hanging outside the railing.

The jet-black hair just covers the tips of her eyebrows, lazy but tireless, as beautiful as the spring scenery in the capital.

The sun's shadow was blocked by the branches and leaves, flickering in and out of focus. The sun woke her up and made her yawn.

In the ninth year of Linghui, Hengzhi was fifteen years old.

Five years have passed.

"master?"

Hengzhi held the teacup, curved his lips slightly and then retracted them.

"You're right, it's time for snow in Kezhou."

It’s auspicious snow, it’s time to ride fast and take the shortcut back.

Look at the wedding dress that has been prepared. Will she be cold if she wears it?

(End of this chapter)