The general will eat grass

The sun was rising in the east, and the golden sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, and slanted down on the earth.Yong'an, the capital city, ushered in the first snow this year, and the green canopy was replaced with silver clothes.

Morning bells and evening drums, the bell tower in the east of the city rings, gradually waking up the entire sleeping city.The thin snow has just melted, and water droplets dripping from the tile eaves form a line, forming a water mirror on the ground, reflecting the last greenery in the late autumn.

This snow was a little earlier than in previous years, and it has been falling for four hours, and it has piled up on the roof as thick as two fingers.On Yong'an City Street, crowds of people sweeping snow appeared one after another. They greeted each other and talked about the abnormal weather last night.

As the morning light gradually brightened, the servants of the Changle Hou Mansion were all called up by the housekeeper to clean the yard.The boy Dongping was carrying a large steaming copper pot, and walked towards the remote courtyard on the wet bluestone road. On the way, he met the big housekeeper, who smiled like a flower, and raised his voice to greet: "Good morning, housekeeper, You have worked hard."

The butler put his hands in his sleeves, gave him a sideways look, and asked indifferently: "Hey, Dongping, will the young master go to the academy today?"

Dongping shook his head, and said in a reassuring tone: "No, definitely not. Although it is sunny today, the road to the academy is not easy. The young master will most likely go to play with Young Master Li from Doctor Yushi's family."

A gust of cool wind blew past, Dongping shrunk his neck, and the butler sneezed loudly.He put his hands into his sleeves again, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you go first."

Dongping nodded and bowed, and made a nondescript bow: "Housekeeper, take care."

He glanced at the servants who were sweeping the snow around him, then turned around and continued towards the small courtyard of Zizhu.Sure enough, those servants were looking at him enviously, and he forcibly suppressed the pride on his lips.

Zhao Yuansong went to bed early last night, the sky was bright, and he was awakened by the noise of people sweeping snow outside the courtyard wall.He sat up from the wide eight-step bed, pulled off the thick long coat hanging on the bed rails, wrapped it around his body, walked to the soft couch by the window and sat down. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the window carved with magpies climbing plums to let fresh air flow in. in the house.This cold and moist feeling refreshes the heart and soul, taking a deep breath, and instantly rejuvenates the tired spirit.

The area separated from Zizhu Courtyard by a wall belongs to the inner courtyard, and there is a group of servants arguing over who is qualified to clean Miss Zhao Er's Mulan Courtyard.Zhao Yuansong's lips curled into a sneer, and he looked at the small courtyard where he had lived for six years. It was clear and cold, and the ground was still covered with whiteness.He knew that he was not valued by Grandpa Hou, that's why the servants treated him so contemptuously.He used to be angry about it, but now he doesn't want to.

He is the master, and if he sees who is not pleasing to the eye, he will drive them away directly. If he meets someone who is not good-looking and dares to provoke him, he will serve him directly with a board.As for other trivial matters, he doesn't need to compete, as long as he shows his power at the right time, he can let this group of blind people live in peace for a few days.

Zhao Yuansong lazily lay down by the window, took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid air in his body, and fixed his eyes on the purple bamboo in front of the west chamber door.The branches as thick as little fingers are not afraid of the severe cold and snow, and it is trying to straighten its spine.Purple bamboo, it has the elegance of the wind, but also the unyielding tenacity. Under the sunshine, it is shining a little bit of golden light.

Zhao Yuansong, who was in a good mood, hooked the corners of his lips, and when his gaze inadvertently swept outside the half-open courtyard door, the curvature of the corners of his lips gradually became a straight line.On the Qingshi Road outside the courtyard, Dongping was holding a kettle and smiling obsequiously at the housekeeper. He looked like the filial son and grandson of the housekeeper who had been separated for many years.

Zhao Yuansong thought to himself, this Dongping really doesn't know who his master is anymore!

Dongping has been with him for nine years. At the beginning, the two of them depended on each other and lived in a remote courtyard in the inner house. Since moving from the inner house to the outer courtyard, Dongping has been gradually fascinated by the glitz outside, and his thoughts have become more and more. I have long been unwilling to stay by my side.Just because he was thinking about his old love and didn't transfer him away, now he is even more blatantly doing something like a seller.

After a while, the lintel slammed softly, and the thick felt curtain was lifted. Dongping pushed the door carelessly in with a cold air. He saw Zhao Yuansong sitting by the window and exclaimed, "Master, why did you get up so early?"

Zhao Yuansong looked back suddenly, and glanced at him coldly, just in time to catch the panic flashing in his eyes.Zhao Yuansong was silent, he kept seeing him feeling weak and dodging his eyes, and then casually replied: "You go to bed early and get up early, what are you making such a fuss about?"

"No, it's just that at this time in the past, you are still sleeping, young master. I can't help being a little surprised to see you sitting by the window, haha." Dongping forced a smile, immediately put down the big copper pot, closed the door, and quickly Step to the clean room.

But in Zhao Yuansong's eyes, his steps were more flustered than before, and he stayed in the clean room for a little longer.Zhao Yuansong raised his eyebrows. It seems that Dongping has a ghost in his heart. What did he do behind his back?

Dongping came out with a copper basin to find a place to put it away. While mixing the wash water, he sneaked Zhao Yuansong's face out of the corner of his eyes. "Master, it snowed heavily last night. The sun came out, and when the snow melted, there was water everywhere. The road outside the city is full of bumps, and the road must be difficult. Do you still want to go to the academy? Oh, yes, I heard the day before yesterday, Li The young master got a new antique from the early days of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, the pink foundation and colored glaze are quite rare and exquisite, why don't we go to young master Li's house today to have a look?"

Dongping seemed to be earnestly scrubbing the cloth towel in the basin, but his eyeballs kept rolling around, and from the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at it from time to time.Zhao Yuansong knew that he wanted to lure him out to play as usual. He used to be young and couldn't figure out why, but now he knew that he would do this because he followed Madam Hou's order.

Zhao Yuansong was not Madam Hou's own son, although he was a legitimate son, he was adopted from an illegitimate son.His existence must have hindered Mrs. Hou's eyes. She maintained the style of the mistress of a wealthy family and never felt sorry for him in person, but she did not care about the harsh treatment and temptation of him by the servants in private.

Grandpa Hou doesn't care about the affairs of the back house, Madam Hou just wants to raise him and waste him!

Zhao Yuansong knew that Father Hou made him his son, but he just wanted to keep his title and not be sidelined. If you want to say how much father-son affection he has for him, he really can't tell.In this situation, he could not resist at all, so he could only use his tricks and keep a low profile. After two years, when he was sixteen, he would be able to find a job in the court or in the army before he could leave the Marquis of Changle.

Alas, it's a pity that Mr. Qin's class is over today. He said that he wants to talk about the customs outside the Great Wall, not only the books, but also the stories he personally experienced.I went through the names of the classmates I made friends with in my mind, and finally found someone who loves to learn miscellaneous notes. Zhao Yuansong plans to borrow notes from him tomorrow.

"Master, antiques with pink background and colored glaze are rare. Let's go to Master Li and have a sneak peek!" Dongping walked up to Zhao Yuansong holding a cloth towel.

Zhao Yuansong asked him to wipe his face and hands, and nodded lazily: "Oh, since the road outside the city is not easy, let's find brother Yuanxing."

"That's good." Dongping immediately smiled, heaved a sigh of relief, and scrubbed Zhao Yuansong even faster.

Zhao Yuansong glanced at him secretly, and continued to pretend to be lazy.

After breakfast, Zhao Yuansong got into the carriage at the west gate of Hou Mansion, and he ordered the groom to take a detour from Baihu West Street to Zhuque East Street.Today is the first day of the new year, the day when the Great Court will be held, and by taking a detour, not only can you avoid Father Hou, but you can also stagger with most of the adults who are going to the morning court.I heard that these days, some adults are particularly fond of "black" people, such as Liu Shilang's family taking male concubines, and General Wu's wife often showing up in public. They like to talk about many things.In order to avoid this group of "spots", Zhao Yuansong would rather go halfway around Kyoto.

Zhao Yuansong crossed his legs, Meimei leaned in the carriage, and raised the curtain with his fingers to look at the street scene with interest.

The shops on both sides of the street have not yet opened, and the people who came out to sweep the snow early in the morning have just finished their work. They are carrying big bamboo brooms, talking and laughing with the people around them while walking.Seeing a luxurious carriage passing by, he automatically avoided to the side of the road, but the words in his mouth did not stop.

The tall man: "Brother Li, do you think the weather last night was bad? It's just the beginning of October, and there was such a heavy snowfall!"

Brother Li looked worried, and leaned over to his ear and whispered: "No, I leaned over the window to look at it last night, and there was purple flashing in the sky, but there was no thunder!"

Hearing this, the tall man showed nervousness. He pointed in the direction of the palace and said softly, "Is this... a bad omen?"

Brother Li hurriedly pointed to the carriage for him, and said lightly, "Brother Zhang, don't talk nonsense!"

"Bah bah, yes, I'm talking nonsense." Brother Zhang's face paled instantly, he looked left and right, and his eyes fell on the family emblem engraved on the back of the carriage.

The carriage continued to move forward, Zhao Yuansong lowered the curtain and moved his ears, and he could still hear them eagerly asking others which car was engraved with golden peony flowers.Zhao Yuansong raised the corners of his lips. His hearing is more sensitive than ordinary people, and he can always hear something interesting.

Although he is a dude, he also knows that abnormal weather is just a natural phenomenon.The people are so worried about Guozuo, probably because they were frightened by the Huns' detention early last year.The leader of the Daxi tribe of the Xiongnu led [-] cavalry to the south, burning, killing, and looting all the way to Liangshan, a hundred miles away from the capital. If it weren't for the civil strife behind them, the Xianbei tribe took advantage of the fact that no one was staying in the Daxi tribe, and took away their women, cattle and sheep. Daxi's army estimated Will continue to enter Yong'an City.

But this year, the Feng family's invincible division, the Tiangang Army, is stationed in the capital. Do the Huns dare to come?

Zhao Yuansong closed his eyes and fell asleep all the way, and finally came to Zhuque East Street.The vermilion gate of Doctor Yushi's house hadn't been opened yet, a team of servants came out from the small side gate, and cleaned the snow in front of the gate and the stone lions on the left and right.

Zhao Yuansong ordered the coachman to drive the car to a side alley, and then sent Dongping to inquire about the situation.The reason why he didn't park the carriage directly in front of his house was because Li Yuanxing's father had just read a copy of his father's marquis a few days ago. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to appear at the door of Li's mansion rashly!

"Master, Lord Li didn't go to the morning court today." After a while, Dongping came back frowning. "I heard that Mr. Li is personally urging Young Master Li to study his homework."

Zhao Yuansong raised his eyebrows: "Hey, it's strange, why didn't Mr. Li go to the court meeting?"

If the emperor is absent from work today, he believes it, but if the hard-working Mr. Li will absent from work, he doesn't believe it!The people of Beixuan, everyone knows that the emperor is obsessed with poetry and songs, and is not very enthusiastic about government affairs. He often keeps company with beauties in the harem, and he is cautious from time to time.As one of the three gentlemen, Mr. Li is upright, upright and conscientious, busy all the time for the revitalization of Beixuan.

Weird, weird, why didn't Mr. Li go to the Dachaohui?

Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves.Zhao Yuansong raised the curtain of the car, and saw a warrior in brown-red leather armor with red silk on his shoulders galloping past on horseback.Judging by their attire, they should be imperial guards.The sound of horseshoes crossing Zhuque Avenue, heading towards Baihu Street, which is in the direction of the West Gate!

"Quick, let's go to Xidaying, Gyeonggi." Zhao Yuansong ordered with a shudder in his heart.

"Master, there was a lot of snow last night, the road outside the city was full of potholes and water everywhere..."

"Dongping, are you the master or am I the master!" Zhao Yuansong sat up straight suddenly, and glanced at Dongping like a python hunting, frighteningly cold.

"Young...Young Master..." Dongping fell to his knees in the carriage with a "plop". He felt that the young master was acting weird today, and it was quite scary to have a sudden attack.

"Man's patience is limited!"

Dongping trembled. He and the young master had grown up together and had a solid foundation of affection, but the master was the master after all, and the servility and moral conscience deeply implanted in the servants from childhood made him suddenly feel guilty.

To betray the master is a capital crime.