In the cold and cheerless Imperial Palace, after the autumn rain, the autumn wind brushed the autumn leaves. The newest imperial concubine, Yan Dongwu, sat under a parasol tree and told her mother-in-law some interesting anecdotes from the streets. Nothing was taboo. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was harmonious, far beyond what people outside the Palace could imagine. This talented woman of Northern Liang, who was only slightly overshadowed by Xu Weixiong, smiled as she spoke of the matter of writing a poem on a red leaf. That gentle, courteous, and thrifty, scholarly prince immediately picked up a piece of wutong leaf that had just drifted down and didn't have time to sweep it away. He stood up with a serious expression and bowed with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "Wife, please write a poem for me.
Empress Zhao Zhi, who was sitting to the side, was wearing a phoenix coronet. Although her appearance was average, she was extremely dignified and elegant. She was deeply respected by the Emperor. For so many years, they had treated each other with respect. In addition to working diligently, the Emperor of the Zhao family would occasionally personally draw her eyebrows when he was in the mood. As for Zhao Zhi's method of managing the harem with both strength and gentleness, it really made all the favored concubines' hair stand on end. Not long ago, there was a concubine who was banished to the Cold Palace. She washed her face with tears every day in the Changchun Palace and secretly spent 300 taels of gold to buy an extremely sentimental poem. In the end, it was the Empress who personally delivered it to the Emperor.
Zhao Zhi looked at the small squabbles between the princes and imperial concubines and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She glared at her son, who was seen as the one with the least ancestral spirit among all the princes. She was imposing without being angry, but her tone slightly revealed the secret of heaven. "You are not proper. You are much less talented than your own wife. You also do not know how to improve."
The prince, who was famous in the capital for his elegance, said helplessly, "A woman's virtue is to have no talent. Mother, you should teach Dongwu a lesson. She is full of talent. She is more than qualified to be the Chancellor of the Imperial College or the Da Huang Sect."
Yan Dongwu copied Zhao Zhi and glared at her husband, who spoke without thinking, and pinched him under the table.
Zhao Zhi reached out and slapped her son's forehead. "Are you scolding me indirectly? Or are you scolding me and Dong Yue Wu together? "
When the prince smiled, his handsome face would be filled with a heartwarming warmth. It was very warm and intoxicating. Such an elegant man, born in a royal family, could make the noble ladies in the capital go crazy for him. Back then, he married the Beiliang girl, Yan Dongwu, who happened to be the daughter of a Beiliang civil official. It really made the entire capital feel incredulous. However, reality proved that the two of them were a perfect match. Yan Dongwu had appeared at the palace banquets several times, and no one could find any fault with him. This made many old foxes who had lived in the capital for a long time feel gratified. The prince held Yan Dongwu's cold hands and faced Empress Zhao Zhi. He smiled and said, "I have scolded both of you. Both of you are very talented. You are also a good-for-nothing who brought shame to my mother. You are the two women I love the most in the world. I love my mother more when I am with my mother. When I am at home, I love my wife more."
Zhao Zhi joked, "If Feng Ya heard this, let's see how you deal with it!"
The prince sighed sadly. "This stupid girl. I have been worried for nothing for 20 years. These years, she has come to find you more often than I have."
Zhao Zhi said calmly, "When she gets married and suffers some hardship, she will know who really cares for her."
The prince shook his head and said, "I can't bear for her to suffer. It hurts so much."
Zhao Zhi smiled again. "Your wife is still here. You don't need to think before you speak. How can you love your sister for a lifetime? Besides, it is useless to rely on your love. "
Yan Dongwu said softly, "Princess Sui Zhu's personality is really good."
Zhao Zhi nodded.
The prince reached out and held a yellow leaf. He sighed, "It is so cold in autumn."
Thunder rumbled in the gloomy sky without warning.
The prince frowned and said, "It sounds like winter thunder."
Zhao Zhi, who liked the clean scene in her field of vision, gently brushed away a leaf that had just left the branch on the table. She raised her head and squinted at the west.
The prince listened to the thunder and smiled as he quietly threw away the autumn leaf in his hand.
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After Xu Xiao granted him the title of king, Gu Jiantang, who destroyed the Spring and Autumn Kingdoms, took charge of the Ministry of War with the rank of first-rank general. He was one rank higher than the other five ministers and became the nominal head of the military in the Liyang Dynasty. Apart from the six vassal kings, in the imperial court, only Grand Secretary Zhang Julu and the leader of the remnants, Sun Xiji, were on par with him. Last year, he rushed to the northern border of the empire to personally take charge of all border matters and rarely participated in court meetings. However, no one dared to write a memorial to remove the title of Minister of War because they "empathized" with Great General Gu's hard work. The Ministry of War was still the watertight "general's camp" of the Gu Party. As a first class important minister of the border, as well as the leader of Gu's party, apart from his previous night duty in the palace, Gu Jiantang almost never had any private contact with Zhang Julu. When he returned to the capital this time, he made an unprecedented visit to Grand Secretary Zhang's residence, doing so openly and openly, not caring if the emperor suspected that the civil and military officials were of the same mind, or if the other officials in the capital were in cahoots with each other. This type of official taboo that the powerful ministers of previous dynasties feared like a tiger, on Gu Jiantang's side, it became a trivial matter. The great general came out in casual clothes, even bringing along the newly appointed guerrilla officer Yuan Tingshan, who might be his adopted son or son-in-law. On the same street, there were many pairs of eyes staring fixedly from behind the doors of most of the important ministers' residences. When Minister Gu walked out of the blue-eyed Grand Secretary Zhang's residence in large strides, they quickly reported to their masters who were waiting for news.
No more, no less, exactly an hour. It wasn't even enough time to drink two pots of tea! What kind of important military and state matters could be discussed?
After entering the mansion, Yuan Tingshan, who had been wandering around aimlessly, followed the Great General into the carriage. He didn't find any clues from this world's number one bladesman's face. His expression was as indifferent as a white steamed bun, making Yuan Tingshan, who wished for nothing more than a heavenly thunder and earthly fire fight, feel extremely regretful.
Yuan Tingshan had an impatient temperament where he couldn't sit still for even half a moment. The silent and silent carriage made him pass his days and years. As soon as they drove out of a street where every door had a dynasty's great Bodhisattva sitting inside, he couldn't help but ask, "Great General, what is going on?"
Gu Jiantang didn't pay him any attention.
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