A dream of deep spring

When he was a young emperor, Duan Tingzhen felt that his generation's achievements were about the same and that he could retire after success, so he resigned.Meng Jiaxun, who had grown up, was immediately dumbfounded, and almost did the thing that he did when he was a child, hugging his master's thigh and crying, but he couldn't win Duan Tingzhen's heart, so he had to bear the pain.When I went to court the next day and saw my uncle silly, I immediately felt that it was an eyesore.

"Master has always wanted to see the great Chu country. Could it be possible that the emperor didn't know about it? Now that he has free time, why would he waste time in the capital?" Are you still laughing?It's too early to laugh.He looked at his uncle with a little mischievous malice.

Meng Chifeng coughed dryly twice, and said, "That's true, but I plan to go with him." Meng Chifeng said, handing over a brochure.

The little emperor's eyes turned red in an instant: "I won't allow it! I'm still young! One or two talked about treating me as their own, but in the end they only cared about themselves, and none of them cared about me. How could you be like this! "

Seeing him like this, Meng Chifeng couldn't help sighing, stood up, walked to his side, and said, "How grown up, I still think of myself as a baby."

He is almost forty this year. After all these years, although he is still in his prime, the corners of his brows and eyes are still stained with wind and frost.When he took the child from the nurse's arms, he was only in his twenties, and he was still a child.The elder brother whom he relied on passed away suddenly. Facing a pile of mess and a little nephew who was starving for food, the tension and exhaustion in his heart were beyond words, and he couldn't think of it until today.

"If uncle doesn't go anymore, he won't be able to go anymore." He touched his little nephew's temples, looked at the young man in his prime, and said in a low voice, "It's not about life and death. I'll come back to see you. Besides, if we two old things don't leave, how will you develop your ambition?"

The corner of the little emperor's mouth twitched, and he said: "You all go, find some reason, who cares about you."

Meng Chifeng knew that the kid was going into a dead end, so he didn't know how to persuade him.Thinking about it, it was okay when his father left and came back. After all, he respected that person more than he loved him, but when Brother Huang left, the world really fell apart.At this time, he felt a little cruel again.

The little emperor sat in one place angrily, stayed there for a while, picked up his pen, and wrote a letter on Meng Chifeng's memorial.This character is written in such a flying style that it is almost impossible to tell what it looks like.After finishing writing, he stuffed the memorial into Meng Chifeng's hand, and ran out by himself, ignoring everyone else.

Meng Chifeng glanced at Jin Bao who was smiling wryly at him, and walked out slowly without saying anything.

When he returned to the mansion, Duan Tingzhen was sitting under the tree in the main courtyard, holding a volume of books, and a cup of tea was still hot on the table.He walked over, picked up the cup of hot tea and was about to drink it in a daze, but was stopped by Duan Tingzhen.

"I told you not to send it off. If you have to go, you will make yourself uncomfortable. Why bother?" Duan Tingzhen said flatly, not even putting down the book.

Meng Chifeng said: "You really have to calm down."

"You are called a loving mother and a loser." He put the book aside this time, and criticized Meng Chifeng with a serious face; "You are not like this, when he cries and makes trouble, you agree to everything."

"Who do you think is his mother?" Meng Chifeng was unhappy again.

Duan Tingzhen didn't want to argue with him, so he said, "Concubine Duan, the late emperor's concubine Duan can do it."

Meng Chifeng sat across from him with a dark face, peeking at what book he was reading, the title of which was half covered by his fingers, and the rest was counting, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If Duan Tingzhen saw it, he would probably call him "illiterate".This is probably how two people with opposite personalities and hobbies come together.

Meng Chifeng's ability to adjust his mentality is better than the first. After a while, he was hungry again, thinking that eating by himself was not interesting, so he read Duan Tingzhen halfway through the book, and ate two plates of pastries with him.Duan Tingzhen didn't like dim sum, so he held half a piece of salty shortbread and looked at him, speechless: "Why don't you stay here, without your salary, I'm afraid I won't be able to support you."

He drank a cup of tea and said in his heart that this partner was chosen by himself, what else can he do, of course forgive him.

Life on the road is of course different from that in the capital. First, it is a lot of hard work, and second, it is rare for the two of them to have so much time together.Usually, when political affairs are busy, it is not uncommon for them not to see each other for several days. This journey is a novel and interesting experience for both of them.

The territory of Dachu is vast, and if you really want to go, you may not be able to complete it in 20 years.They have been playing for seven or eight years, and they all feel quite rewarding.Duan Tingzhen wrote a travel note and sent it to the little emperor who stayed in Beijing, in exchange for a lot of complaints from the little emperor. Duan Tingzhen said to Meng Chifeng: "This child has the demeanor of you back then."

Meng Chifeng said, "Huh?"

Duan Tingzhen: "During the two years when you went to northern Xinjiang, the letters were like this. They were thick and poorly written. Every time I read them, it hurt my eyes and made me sad. I was sad because I had to write the same thick ones. One pile, or you can write twice as many letters next time."

"I think you are old and confused. It's obvious that you miss me a lot." He retorted: "I still remember, you can think of me when you see a tree, and you can think of me when you see a house flower. It's disgusting." I'm too embarrassed to look at it."

Duan Tingzhen complained: "Those are all made up of words."

Regardless of Meng Chifeng's age, he was still unsteady when he heard these words, and jumped up immediately: "I've taken all the trust, why don't you take a look?"

Duan Tingzhen smiled: "Look at it."

At the end of this year, under the urging of the little emperor, they finally decided to return to Beijing. Let's rest for a while before discussing whether they should continue to leave or not.

in the palace.

Empress Qin listened to her nanny's words, and said thoughtfully, "Uncle Jin Wang and Mr. Duan are going back to Beijing to live?"

"Yes." The nanny said: "The old master also specially sent a letter in, asking the servants to tell you that you must not neglect these two. Although the emperor treats them as uncles, nephews, masters and apprentices, he actually loves them like father and son. , the relationship is very good, you just treat them as close as your own elders, the emperor will be happy."

Qin said: "I know."

At this time, after listening to the order from the little maid, it was Meng Jia who came over.She hurriedly stood up to greet him, but saw that he was not very happy, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"It's not the emperor's uncle. They said that there is a mountain on the road with a very beautiful scenery. You have to look carefully before you come back." He said angrily, "Where is this treating me as my own life...how can I be close to me? Do you not miss it at all?"

"It's rare for the emperor to have such a close relationship with his elders. Before the concubine left the court, although the elder brother had children, seeing his father is still like a mouse seeing a cat." Qin is learning and selling, turning the corner He praised Meng Jiaxun for his good relationship with his two adoptive fathers, and immediately praised him for comfort.

So he said: "Master and uncle really dote on me very much. When I was almost six years old, my master often hugged me. I remembered that for this, I even asked your grandfather to read a book."

Clutching her lips, Qin said with a smile: "That's exactly the case. When my concubine first received the order to be elected empress, my grandfather repeatedly ordered my concubine to look after the emperor and not let the emperor love the child too much." After finishing speaking, He still put on a straight face, imitating his grandfather, and said, "Boys shouldn't be coddled! How does it look like they are still being carried on their backs at such a big age!"

Meng Jiaxun completely forgot to be angry at this moment, and when Qin Shi said it, she thought, "Where is Ah Zhao, still awake?"

Qin said: "Sleeping soundly."

"Children should sleep more. I remember that when I was a child, my master never restricted me, so I can grow so tall." Meng Jiaxun said with emotion: "Your brother won the second place because he is not tall enough. If you want him to be taller, I just asked him to be Tanhua, people say that Tanhua is romantic, he is so short, how can he be romantic."

"Okay, what the emperor said is very true. The concubine will write a letter home tonight, asking the grandfather not to restrict the sleep of the nephew." Qin narrowed her eyes and sneered, "I ask the grandfather to judge, whether what the emperor said makes sense. "

The emperor became frightened at once, and hurriedly apologized to his wife, only then did the Qin family laugh out loud.

Meng Jiaxun was very busy during this period. While urging the restless adoptive fathers to come back and love him again, he was carefully checking whether there were any omissions in King Jin's palace, and at the same time talking to his son about the glorious deeds of the two grandfathers, so that they could have a good time together. Get close when you meet.

His child loves to read, and he has read Duan Tingzhen's travel notes countless times. At this time, he really accepts his father's brainwashing well, and he will hold Duan Tingzhen whenever he meets him.

And Duan Tingzhen endured Meng Chifeng's illiteracy for many years, and was very happy to have such a grandson who had a common topic. Meng Chifeng and his nephew looked at each other, and finally Meng Chifeng said: "The emperor has grown taller."

Meng Jiaxun said with a straight face, "Uncle probably forgot how tall I used to be."

Meng Chifeng made a gesture and said, "So it's almost as tall as Uncle's eyebrows." After speaking, he sighed, "It may also be that Uncle is getting older and getting shorter."

This is what Meng Jiaxun used to say. Hearing what he said, he couldn't get angry all of a sudden.In the evening, the two elders stayed in the palace for dinner, and they returned to their original closeness.Duan Tingzhen glanced at Meng Chifeng calmly, Meng Chifeng nodded, the plan was successful.

After this child really became the emperor, it became more and more difficult to coax.

The spring in Prince Jin's mansion is still the same as it was eight years ago.Duan Tingzhen still often sat under the tree, still with a book and a cup of tea, while Meng Chifeng sat aside and watched him.