A little emperor jumped into the river

(five) year-end

The time of a year is always fleeting, and the cold winter that is everywhere is quietly coming.

Putting aside the prejudice of a powerful minister, the regent is undoubtedly a capable minister. He judges things fairly and uses sophisticated methods, so that he has achieved outstanding achievements.

Such a capable minister is a sharp sword in the hands of Mingjun, and he is just not willing to be a king who plays tricks and checks and balances courtiers.Although the Yanwang party in the court is no longer the dominant family, it still holds power.

He has no time to spare, and he often asks him for advice on governance.Although it is not as close as the father and emperor in the old days, it can be regarded as a harmonious relationship between the monarch and his subjects.

The end of the year is approaching, and for a period of time, all civil and military officials will no longer need to go to the early court.Some festive decorations have been added to the majestic and solemn palace, and it can't help but add a little more human flavor.

The courtiers each had their relatives, but for a while, only him and the emperor's uncle were left alone.

Because he just came into power this year, the draft will be postponed to the spring of next year, and now his harem is empty.

And the emperor uncle next to him will be thirty in the coming year, others have repeatedly advised him to marry a wife, even a concubine is better than being alone, but for some reason, he has not acted yet.Within the royal clan, because the emperor's brothers seized the throne back then and did not leave a branch, the clan has no elders to survive, so no one can intervene in this matter.

Outside the pavilion, moderate snow falls from the sky.

He sat on a stone bench with a hand-warming porcelain stove wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth on his legs. When his hands felt cold, he would hold the porcelain stove to warm it up, and his thoughts drifted away with the long-ago nostalgia for the Chinese New Year. , while saying, "The reform of the tax system and the land system can avoid exorbitant taxes and land annexation, but this move will greatly damage the interests of the family and gentry, and I am afraid that there will be great resistance."

It was the end of the new year, and the one sitting opposite was another Prince Regent who was a loner.

Although the regent was calm and calm, he was obviously not satisfied with the answer he gave, "If you don't have courage, how can you make things happen?"

He raised his head and looked at the regent who was only casually wearing a fur coat in the cold winter months. He answered in a nonchalant manner, "The emperor is not afraid of the cold, but I am afraid of the cold."

The winter in Kyoto is always cold, and the white snow lasts for two or three months at a time, covering the ground thickly.If it snows heavily, if you don't sweep it for a day, you can sink half of your legs.

He still remembered that when his father was still there, whenever the heavy snow fell, he would ask people to use branches to prop up bamboo baskets to catch sparrows.When three or five are caught, they will be kept in cages for a few days, and when the weather improves, they will be released again.

He was thinking endlessly here, and the regent said, "Excuse me, if your father is alive and has the military power in his hands, you will definitely not look forward and backward like this."

The sharp words were like a sharp knife, but he didn't feel any pain at all.It's strange to say that it seems like yesterday that he hid from Wang Taifu and refused to go to palace school. At this moment, he is already the emperor of this huge dynasty.Four years passed in a blink of an eye, and he had reached the age where he could ride that steed. He still remembered that strong black horse with snow-white hooves and a very handsome appearance, but he no longer had the excitement and joy he had before.

He just said indifferently, "But I am not the father."

The regent had already stood up, with a face that could not be seen to be happy or angry, he bowed his hands and saluted, "In that case, I will take my leave."

He was silent for a while, or hesitated for a long time, and then said, "...Uncle Huang, let me go out of the palace with me today to have a look."