Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 29

The government office, located on the west side of the imperial city, is covered by the government office.

The setting sun is slanting, the clouds are all in the sky, Taikang is golden, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the courtyard of the deep house. The adjacent Xiaofu is full of music and music. In the Xiangfu, there are crickets and frogs. Pipa is mixed in it.

Only Zhang's mansion is quiet and peaceful, like a lion dozing, open and closed.

Back in time, back to yesterday.

The rattling sound came along the street, and a brocade carriage stopped outside Zhang Xiang's mansion.

The sharp-eyed doorman leaned over to greet her, and yelled that Emperor Jing personally gave him a bodyguard to escort Princess Luan into the mansion.

Xia Houjing, who was holding a princess look, coughed lightly without squinting, and said slowly: "Take me to Xiuyue Pavilion."

There is Xiuyue under the autumn moon, and there is a bright moon hidden inside Xiuyue.

Zhang Xiang's daughter's name is Mingyue, she stays in the boudoir at the right time, and rarely goes out, but the princess often visits, and she is regarded as a boudoir best friend.

The servant hiding behind Xia Houjing casually looked around for a week, and said softly, "Jing'er, take me to find Xiang Zhang."

Xia Houjing, who was covered with a phoenix hairpin and a luan, paid no attention to it, but under the guidance of Zhang's servants, she turned a corner between the pavilions and pavilions at the waist of the corridor, and ran towards the Zhang's study amidst the servant's complexion changed slightly.

The concierge's scalp is numb, what is this young master doing?He immediately stopped Xia Houjing with a lost smile, bowed down and said in a respectful voice:
"Your Highness, this is the way to the master's study, and the way to the lady's boudoir is over there."

Xia Houjing scolded her eyebrows and shouted: "Presumptuous! I can go wherever I want, you dog slave, don't you dare to stop me? Get out!"

The concierge shook his body, these nobles were notoriously difficult to serve, he turned away with a bitter face, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Slave, this slave has no such intention."

Xia Houchun took a look, outsiders once said that his sister was tough, except for Emperor Jing and Concubine Xiao, few people could hold her down, this statement was true.

Xia Houjing snorted softly, and then drove straight in, killing in front of a simple house.

Before getting close, Xia Houchun stopped Xia Houjing, rubbed Baozi's head, and said with a warm smile: "Jing'er, go find your sister Zhang."

Xia Houjing pursed her mouth and said: "Unload the mill and kill the donkey, the cunning rabbit is cooked by the dog, and after eating and wiping it up, you slap your ass and leave. Brother prince, you have changed!"

Xia Houchun choked suddenly, his forehead was densely covered with black lines, and he twisted the soft earrings of the little girl, "What are you talking about, little girl, it's crazy, and where did you learn these messy things."

Xia Houjing snorted softly, and yelled at the old man by the window: "Grandpa Zhang, someone is here to trouble you."

After howling, he immediately broke free from Xia Houchun, and with a whoosh, he fled with his life.

Xia Houchun was so angry that smoke rose from his seven orifices, this dead girl is becoming more and more unruly.

The concierge and the servants looked terrified, and explained to the old man: "Damn the servant, you let this person disturb the master, so let him go out."

After the old man looked up, he casually ordered: "You all go down."

He put down Langhao, put it on the celadon brush washer on the sandalwood case table, and paused: "Don't spread the news about the princess' visit, so as not to attract criticism."

The concierge responded, and after glancing at Xia Houchun, he bowed and retreated.

Xia Houchun bowed to the old man and said, "The boy is taking the liberty to come here, and I hope Grandpa Zhang will forgive me."

It's a private matter if it's not official.

After glancing at Xia Houchun, the old man said casually, "Come in first."

Xia Houchun went inside as he said, and as far as he could see, there were no rare porcelains, expensive tables and chairs, luxurious carvings, and assorted jades, except for an old and old painting hanging on the white wall of the central hall.

The Four Treasures of the Study are only worth a few dozen pennies, which can no longer be called simplicity, but harshness.

The only eye-catching brocades are the more than a hundred imperial court performances with yellow ribbons and purple ribbons on the table, and the exclusive seal of the minister.

After Xia Houchun sized it up for a while, his gaze fell on the yellowed wall painting.

The picture quality is long-lasting, at least ten years old, and there are sandalwood lingering on both sides to fumigate insects and repel mosquitoes, prevent moisture and corrosion.

The person in the painting is a middle-aged man, with a gold belt embroidered with purple patterns on his waist, and a jade button with a beaded dragon head in the center glaring ferociously; on his head is a black hat and a bridle, with piercing eyes.

Dressed in a white dragon fish suit, holding a seal to grant to the kneeling young man, his eyes are gentle and sincere.

Looking at the seal, it is exactly the one on the table.

After twenty years of ups and downs, the golden belt with purple ribbon has long since faded away from its former style, leaving only the mottled traces of the years. It seems that there are many incomplete patterns embroidered on it by time and space, which have not changed over the years.

A young man named Zhang Jiangling.

The old man stood shoulder to shoulder, his eyes swept over the young man, and landed on the white robe.

Abyss's deep eyes turned into calmness, which reveals respect and respect, and there is also a kind of gratitude and emotion for the kindness of knowing you.

Above his purple-bearded tiger eyes, he spoke out in a round voice: "In the 15th year of Zhenwen, His Majesty granted me the position of Shangshu Pushe, and personally bestowed a seal to assist the then Shangshu Ling Qin Daoyuan to govern the country."

He paused and said softly, "It's been 23 years."

Xia Houchun's heart moved. At that time, Qin Daoyuan made great achievements and monopolized the power. He was transferred from Changtai Shangshu Province by Emperor Taizong and transferred to Zhongshuling.

And from that day on, Shangshu Province and the Six Departments of the Yasukuni brought about the 'Jiangling Era'.

It has been sitting in town for twenty years and has not moved.

He pondered for a moment, then said softly: "Grandpa Zhang has worked hard and made great achievements. Grandpa knows it under the spring, so he must be very pleased."

Zhang Jiangling glanced at this little boy, smiled, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

After hesitating for a while, Xia Houchun glanced at the person in the painting, secretly said to the old ancestor, your grandson is about to die, you have to protect me, I hope the assistant minister you identified is reliable.

He walked around to the case, bowed down and said: "The boy wants to ask Grandpa Zhang to help the Jingguo Building to collapse, and save the people from the fire."

Not as a prince, but only as a junior, this is clearly an invitation for personal friendship.

Zhang Jiangling sat on the desk chair again, flipped through the memorial, ticked the wolf hair, and after reviewing a few words, glanced at Xia Houchun, and said indifferently: "Speak human."

Xia Houchun revealed his true colors, and after an awkward smile, he said helplessly: "Grandpa Zhang also knows that His Majesty is not here now, and Xuanzong intends to take over the center, but because of his status as a kid, they can't specialize."

After taking a careful look at the grizzled old man, he deliberately said: "If the boy is abolished, all civil and military officials who are interested in Yasukuni will be at a loss as to what to do. At that time, it is not impossible for the Daoist sect to change the destiny with the general trend!"

His tone was a bit serious, and he said softly: "Old Ge, after all, the chicken Sichen is not in line with the ancestral system."

The swipe pen stagnates for a moment, dripping ink in the air, leaving a permanent stain on the beautiful and dignified Zanhua lowercase memorial.

Zhang Jiangling wiped off the ink dots expressionlessly, raised his eyes to Xiahou Chun who was standing bowed, with a gloomy gaze, and remained silent for a long time.

Xia Houchun remained silent, and the atmosphere fell into a stagnation.

A little later, Zhang Jiangling withdrew his gaze, brushed his brush, and said in a low voice: "What's done is done, no matter how hard it is to change it, it's useless to talk more."

"Ge Lao's words are wrong!" Xia Houchun stared straight, and said in a deep voice: "Although it is a foregone conclusion, we can still set things right and clear the source. How can we make mistakes again and again and let them slide into the abyss?"

Zhang Jiangling's eyes were cold: "How can you be sure that it's not heaven, but an abyss?"

Xia Houchun smiled miserably: "Xiahou's ancestral hall has been replaced, and the clan and nobles have naturally become a thorn in his side, and they must be removed soon, so how could they be allowed to become a serious problem?

The common people all know the principle of 'no one is allowed to sleep soundly on the side of the couch', how could that person not know, did Zhang Xiang expect her to be merciful and magnanimous? "

With a bang, the middle path of the sandalwood broke, and Zhang Jiangling's eyes froze, and he looked up at the person in the painting.

Xia Houchun mourned, looked up at the old painting, stared blankly at the white robe in the painting, and muttered to himself: "Grandfather, the mountains and rivers you left behind will be gone."

There was a sad cry from his mouth, which made people feel moved and sighed with emotion.

If it were any one person, he would be gratified and secretly praised, and this statement must come from the heart.

However, the white robe in the painting has gentle eyes, which seem to be mocking, but also comforting.

Xia Houchun's heart suddenly jumped, Lao Tzu has acted to this extent, but he still can't impress this mountain tiger?
His eyes moved, and he said bitterly, "Grandpa Zhang, do you really have the heart to let the land entrusted to you by Grandpa Taizong be so ruined?"

After the old man was silent for a while, he put aside the case gently, got up and burned incense to worship, his eyes were dim, and his eyes were full of tears.

In a trance, the voice of chuckling and joking seemed to sound again:
"In ancient times, there was a saying that 'immortals caress my top, tie my hair and grant longevity'; today there is 'touching the top and granting the seal, Shi Brown pays homage to the Prime Minister', Zhang Aiqing, I will leave this Changtai to you."

Zhang Jiangling subconsciously muttered to himself: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, as long as Zhang Jiangling survives, Xiao Xiaoxie will not let Xiao Xiaoxie mess up my Jing Kingdom!"

Xia Houchun took advantage of the situation and bowed down, shouting:
"On behalf of billions of people, I would like to thank Zhang Xiangkuang for his kindness in helping the country."

(End of this chapter)