Seeing that Zhang Yizhi was furious, Yan 'er knelt down in panic and kowtowed to him, "Langjun, please forgive me. Old Madam is depressed and it has nothing to do with me."
Zhang Yizhi kicked her to the ground and scolded, "Whether it has anything to do with you or not, I have to hear it first. Tell me, why does my mother have something on her mind? "
Yan 'er's sternum was hurt by his kick, but she did not dare to cry out. She quickly got up and knelt down again. When she was about to answer, she suddenly saw Zhang Changzong standing aside and could not help but shut her mouth. Zhang Yizhi was even angrier. He kicked her to the ground again and scolded, "You blind bitch! Liulang is my brother. What's wrong with you? Tell me quickly! If you don't tell me, I will beat you to death! "
Yan 'er was terrified and had no choice but to tell Zhang Yizhi everything in full detail. Zhang Yizhi was dumbstruck when he heard it. Zhang Changzong, who was quite dissatisfied with Yan 'er treating him as an outsider, was also shocked. At this time, he only wished that Zhang Yizhi could also treat him as an outsider and drive him away.
Zhang Yizhi's mother was depressed and couldn't eat or sleep well because of … lovesickness!
After a long while, Zhang Changzong finally came back to his senses. When he saw that Zhang Yizhi was still standing there in a daze, he quickly waved his hand at Yan 'er and gave her a meaningful look. Yan' er understood and quickly got up and slipped away. If he had not heard it in front of Zhang Yizhi and could not pretend to be ignorant, Zhang Changzong would have slipped away at this time.
What should he do if he did not leave? His mother was lovesickness and longing for a man. Since she saw Li Jingxiu of the Phoenix Pavilion, she had been lovesickness. This was neither pleasant to hear nor appropriate to say, but he knew it. Wasn't it embarrassing?
"Cousin …"
Zhang Changzong didn't know what kind of expression he should make at this time. He was afraid that it was inappropriate to grieve. No one had died, but he couldn't be elated. Zhang Changzong could only put on a straight face and look at Zhang Yizhi without any expression.
Zhang Yizhi silently turned around, walked to a small pavilion hidden by tall bamboos, and sat down dejectedly. After staring blankly for a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and fiercely slapped his own face.
Zhang Changzong, who followed him in, hurriedly advised, "Don't worry, Wulang. Our Zhang family is an aristocratic family, and Wulang is now noble beyond words. Auntie's thoughts are indeed … Ahem, ahem, but Wulang is a son, and it's really not good to interfere. It's really hard on you …"
Zhang Changzong hemmed and hawed, not knowing what to say. Zhang Yizhi heaved a long sigh and said with tears in his eyes, "I call myself a filial son, but I have never cared about my mother. I am ashamed."
Zhang Changzong was stunned and said in astonishment, "Wulang is saying …"
Zhang Yizhi painfully said, "Solitary Yin cannot grow, solitary Yang cannot grow; therefore, the heaven and earth are matched with Yin and Yang. If there was only Yang, there would be no Yin, and there would be no Yang, and Yin and Yang would fight, reducing one's lifespan. When Yizhi was four years old, my father had passed away. At that time, my mother was still young. Now that I am an adult, how much time have I wasted on my mother?
Until now, my mother is not even half the age of the Saint. The Saint is nearly eighty years old, and he is still thinking about the way of Yin and Yang. But my mother is lonely. For sixteen or seventeen years, she has always lived alone, watching the flowers bloom, watching the leaves fall, enduring the bitter rain and cold wind. How can she endure?
It's funny that I have always regarded myself as a filial son, thinking that if I can earn a title for my mother and a set of fine clothes, it will make my mother happy. But I don't know that even if it's a mountain of wealth and supreme glory, how can it compare to the tenderness and consideration of a person on the same bed? "
The more Zhang Yizhi spoke, the sadder he became. Towards the end, he was already crying. Zhang Changzong was at a loss for Zhang Yizhi's abnormal behavior. He stuttered, "Then … Wulang is saying?"
Zhang Yizhi wiped his tears and said, "It's rare that my mother likes someone. As her son, I should try my best to fulfill her wish to please my mother."
Zhang Changzong did not expect Zhang Yizhi to have such thoughts. As a son, he actually wanted to find a man for his mother. He was extremely shocked. But on second thought, Zhang Yizhi has always been filial to his mother. He never disobeyed her, so doing this seemed to be in line with his usual practice.
Although Zhang Changzong still had a strange feeling in his heart, but since his own son did not have any objection, he as the nephew naturally did not need to say anything. Thinking carefully, Zhang Changzong suddenly remembered something. He could not help but cried out, "Aiya, this matter is difficult. That Li Sheren has long had a house full of wives and concubines. "
Li Jingxiu had made a name for himself in the capital before he reached his twenties. He obtained the title of the world's number one romantic character. He was handsome, talented and quick in learning. At a young age, he became the Phoenix Pavilion's Sheren. His future was boundless. Naturally his wife was also a daughter of an official family. His concubines were all outstanding beauties. How could he take a fancy to a middle-aged woman like Ah Zang?
But Zhang Yizhi did not take this matter to heart. In his opinion, as long as his mother was happy, as her son he should do his best to make it happen. So what if his mother was seven or eight years older than Li Jingxiu? So what if Li Jingxiu had a wife and a son? If this matter was easy to handle, why would he need to come forward?
Zhang Yizhi thought carefully and said to Zhang Changzong, "Does Liulang still remember who Princess Taiping is married to?"
Zhang Changzong said in surprise, "It's Wu Youji. Who doesn't know this? Why did Wulang ask?"
Zhang Yizhi laughed coldly, "Does Wu Youji have a wife and concubines?"
Zhang Changzong suddenly understood Zhang Yizhi's intention. He thought again and said uneasily, "Wulang, you and I are relying on His Majesty's favor today. Although we have the power of the noon sun, we can't ask a Phoenix Pavilion's Sheren to abandon his wife and son, can we?"
"Of course not!"
Zhang Yizhi stood up and walked around the pavilion twice. In a low voice, he said, "This matter still needs to fall on the Saint. Wu Youji is the current Junwang. He has a wife, concubines, and a son. If the Saint wants to marry off his daughter, won't he be able to? If the Saint is willing to help, mother will definitely get what she wants. During the martial arts demonstration tomorrow, you and I will first please the Saint. If the Saint has a reward … "
Zhang Yizhi gave Zhang Changzong a look. Zhang Changzong suddenly understood and nodded his head heavily. "This plan will work!"
…
Early the next morning, the thousand cavalry camp began to prepare.
The people from the Ministry of Rites and the internal court rushed to the drill ground before daybreak to make preparations. Considering the hot weather, the internal court transported a total of 12 carts of hidden ice. They were all wrapped in thick cotton blankets and temporarily parked behind the parade platform. A row of flat wooden shelves was set up behind the parade platform. Once the Emperor arrived, the ice would be placed on the shelves and the palace maids would fan the back to keep cool.
All the officers and soldiers participating in the parade were given a new set of military uniforms specially for today's use. At this moment, all the officers and soldiers were neatly dressed and arranged in formation. The horses were also properly saddled and bridled. They had been fed concentrated fodder for the past few days to ensure that they were full of horsepower. The bugle sounded and the military flags fluttered. Because they were standing in neat and orderly positions and the military was solemn, the scene was spectacular even though there were only a thousand cavalry.
The preparatory work continued for about two hours before a winged cavalry came to report that the Emperor's Holy Entourage was about to reach the Yuan Gate. Yang Fan immediately led the deputy inspector Xu Liang and the parade officer Lu Maofeng out of the barracks to welcome them.
The soldiers of the Guards of Jin Wu had a sentry every five steps and a sentry every ten. They lined up from the Yuan Gate of the thousand cavalry camp all the way to the Xuanwu Gate of Luoyang's Imperial Palace. The road along the way was clean and flat. In the distance, there was an unbroken line of troops. The most eye-catching thing in the middle was a yellow umbrella canopy. In the whole world, there was only one person traveling, but to be dressed like this, it was naturally the current Emperor.
The Emperor's carriage slowly approached. The current Crown Prince Li Dan and the Prince of Luling, Li Xian, were both wearing armor and were dressed in martial attire. They accompanied the Emperor on his left and right sides. The other imperial grandsons were also dressed in armor and battle robes. Further back were the carriages of the various imperial princesses and princesses. The curtains were rolled up high, and the noble ladies were all dressed in the dignified and noble court attire that was only worn for important occasions.
Yang Fan and the others urged their horses forward. The Imperial Guards of Honor flashed to the left and right. The three fast horses galloped all the way to the Emperor's carriage and were stopped by the inner guards. Only then did they dismount and loudly greet the Emperor, "Subject Yang Fan (Xu Liang, Lu Maofeng) greets Your Imperial Majesty!"
The three of them were dressed in black armor that was most in line with the Zhou system. Although it was still early in the morning and the weather was not very hot, it could not be said to be cool either. However, the three of them were dressed from head to toe. Their cheeks and eyebrows were all the same black, revealing only a pair of bright and spirited eyes. Their entire bodies seemed to be cast from iron. Only the tassels on their helmets were as red as blood, appearing incomparably majestic.
"These are Zhen's soldiers!" Seeing this, Wu Zetian was delighted. Cheerfully raising her hand, she ordered, "Dispense with the formalities, rise! Lead the way, Zhen wants to personally inspect the troops! "
"We will obey Your Imperial Majesty's command!"
Yang Fan and the other two mounted their horses and stood in a triangular formation with one at the front and two at the back. With a 'tut', Yang Fan kicked his legs against the horse's abdomen. The three generals then led the Emperor's Guards of Honor into the camp.
Princes and princesses, relatives of the Emperor, ministers of various ministries, inner guards, and the Emperor's Guards of Honor were led in front and behind, banners fluttering in the wind.
The formation on the drill ground was neat. The first step of this great inspection was the Emperor's Guards of Honor, the troops to be inspected, and the Emperor's Guards of Honor. Therefore, Yang Fan led the Emperor's carriage through the front of the formation, which was also a straight line. Every ten rows of riders, there would be a loud shout, "Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long live! "
This was the first time Wu Zetian had entered the army. Seeing with her own eyes the atmosphere of the military camp in the midst of thousands of troops and horses, she couldn't help but feel her blood boiling. In her excitement, she subconsciously wanted to tell her happiness to the Zhang brothers, but when she turned to look, she realized that the Zhang brothers were not by her side. Wu Zetian couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Could it be that Wulang and Wulang woke up late in the morning?
Wu Chengsi also came with an illness. In fact, with his current physical condition, it was not suitable for him to go out. However, he had already discovered that because of his physical condition, more and more people were not optimistic about him. Many of the people that he had gathered under his banner were planning to change their allegiance. Under these circumstances, knowing that this trip would have an even more adverse effect on his illness, he could only come with an illness. He also had to pretend to be in high spirits, just to raise the morale of his troops.
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