Linzhi

He Mu and others who had already finished school, and He Zhan who had returned from the Beiya, the brothers were sitting in the hall, staring at an unfolded painting in a daze.

He Tai proudly said: "Although Zhong Yao's original work is difficult to find, but the hard work pays off, and I finally found it for me. How about it?"

He Mu closed his mouth and stared for a long time, finally swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Father, how do you confirm that this is Zhong Yao's authentic work?"

He Tai: "Soft yet strong, delicate and unrestrained co-exist. No matter from the handwriting or the seal, it is indeed Zhong Yuanchang's handwriting. It is not difficult to identify Zhong Yao's original handwriting carefully for my father in the palace in the past."

He made a vow, and He Mu gave up dwelling on this question, and instead asked the most important question: "Such a precious handwriting, I'm afraid it's worth a lot, right?"

He Tai: "That's natural."

He coughed lightly immediately: "However, it's not too expensive to buy an authentic work at such a price."

The more the other party said this, the more He Mu's heart hung up: "Father, how much did you spend?"

He Tai clapped a palm.

He Xi was at a loss: "Five taels?"

Wuliang, not to mention Zhong Yao's handwriting, you can't even buy imitations.

He Tai rolled his eyes to show his contempt.

He Xiu frowned: "50 taels is too expensive!"

He Tai glared at him: "Zhong Yuanchang's handwriting is hailed as a masterpiece, as famous as Wang Xizhi, you can buy one for 50 taels and show it to me!"

He Mu trembled, holding on to the last glimmer of hope and asked, "It can't be... 500 taels, right?"

He Tai nodded.

He Mu's eyes went dark, he didn't come up in one breath, and almost passed out.

"Where did we get so much money?!"

He Tai: "Didn't Zongzheng Temple just allocate a sum of money?"

He Mu lost control and shouted: "That's Zongzheng Temple's order from His Majesty to supplement our salary. Without the 500 taels, the family will go to drink northwest wind!"

He Tai didn't take it seriously: "I just bought rice noodles at home. I put the money in the public house and won't spend it for a while. Why don't I spend it as a birthday gift for His Majesty? As long as Your Majesty is happy, will I still worry about missing the 500 taels in the future? Let's talk about it." Now, although His Majesty's birthday banquet is a family banquet, those brothers and sisters will definitely present rare treasures for my father, if we don't show some kindness, how can we be worthy of His Majesty's kindness to let us go back to Beijing?"

The brothers looked at each other, not knowing what to say, they couldn't force their father to return the goods, could they?

A mouthful of old blood stuck in He Mu's throat.

He Zhan tried to persuade: "Father, everyone knows that our family is poor, so we rashly offer such a valuable gift, for fear of offending His Majesty."

He Tai: "What do you know? If you don't give everything you have, how can you appear sincere?"

Seeing their half-dead reactions, He Tai lost the excitement he had just bought back: "It's alright, alright, I've bought everything, don't need to say anymore, being a father isn't just for the sake of this family!"

The son didn't say anything about his father's mistakes, seeing him getting impatient, the others couldn't say anything more. Strictly speaking, only He Tai has the right to decide where to go for the 500 taels. Even if he throws the 500 taels into the river, He Mu and the others have nothing to do. .

He Tai held the painting and went back to the study to admire it. The Tuliu brothers sat in the hall, smiling wryly at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

It wasn't until He Rong and the others came back in the evening that they learned the news.

After He Zhan finished speaking, He Rong frowned and asked, "Can you buy Zhong Yao's authentic work for 500 taels?"

He Zhan smiled wryly: "Father said it was true, none of us knew how to identify it, so is it true that we want to present that handwriting?"

He Rong: "I bought everything, if you asked your father not to donate, would he agree?"

He didn't raise his head, he was indifferent, He Zhan couldn't help but said: "Third brother, you are calm!"

He Rong is writing hard to make up for the homework left in the Chongwen Museum today. If you want to make a good impression in front of the bachelors, you can't just rely on words, at least you have to hand in the policy theory with something to say .

Therefore, it is not easy to be a good student. Like his fourth brother, who usually refuses to work hard and wants to imitate him and skip classes, that is really a dream.

He Rong: "Even if it is a fake, for the sake of filial piety, my father will at most be laughed at in the clan, and will not be blamed by His Majesty."

The corner of He Zhan's mouth twitched, feeling that it made sense.

He Rong: "How about you working in Beiya, are you still used to it?"

He Zhan picked up the bamboo stick on the side of the desk and played with it: "When I first went, that kid Song Yun didn't like me, he always showed off his power in front of me, and last time he brought someone on my way home, I wanted to put a sack on me, but I beat them up and took away their belts. He was afraid that I would complain to my superiors, so he didn't dare to say anything afterwards. Since then, my life in Beiya has been easier That guy, Song Yun saw me and took a detour."

Seeing his high spirits, He Rong couldn't help rubbing his head.

He Zhan: "Third brother, I have been in Beiya for so long, and you only thought of caring about me. Isn't it a bit late? What if I get bullied miserably?"

He Rong: "You have been inconsistent since you were a child. You look pure and good, but in fact you are full of evil ideas. I have to worry more about people who can't get along with you."

He Zhan protested: "What is duplicity, is this a good word?"

He Rong: "Then there is Jinxiu inside?"

He Zhan smiled: "That's about the same. Third brother, your bamboo stick has been used for a long time, why don't I make you a new one?"

He Rong didn't raise his head: "Okay."

He Zhan: "Do you like blue or purple? I think purple bamboo is also good."

He Rong: "It's all done, anyway, I have no money."

He Zhan choked, and said helplessly, "I'm going out, am I going out?"

He murmured in his heart, why does the third brother seem to know that he just received his salary today?

He Zhan: "Look at your bamboo stick, the bottom is cracked, if I don't make you a new one, what if it won't work someday?"

He Rong sighed: "Will it be the day I will use it? Besides you, who else cares about me?"

He Zhan felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and was about to say something, when he saw He Rong's mouth slightly curled up, the lines of laughter that were too late to retract, he understood instantly.

"Third Brother!"

He Rong couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only comfort him: "Other people want to make me laugh, but I still don't, you are the only one who has this honor."

The corner of He Zhan's mouth twitched: "Thank you, Third Brother, for giving me this honor."

He Rong: "You're welcome."

……

On the day of the birthday, the He family dressed neatly, got on the carriage sent by the palace to pick them up, and marched towards the palace.

He Zhan was only five years old when he left Beijing, and his memory of the imperial palace has long been blurred. However, he was on duty in the Beiya these days and often had to take turns patrolling the imperial city.

On the contrary, He Jia and Qilang Hexi, a girl's family, and the other has never been to the palace, all they see is the majestic white jade railings and glazed roofs.

This is especially true for the Song family. She grew up in a small county, and thought that she had seen the big world when she came to the capital, but after entering the palace, she realized that her vision was narrow. What's the difference?And this is where the emperor lived, and her father-in-law and husband were also born and raised in this kind of place.

"Aniang, the imperial palace is so beautiful." He Xin whispered in her arms.

Mrs. Song took a deep breath, as if she wanted to use this to ease her nervousness: "Later, remember the etiquette that your mother taught you. When you enter the Golden Palace, follow your mother. You must not make any noise or be naughty. "

He Xin seemed to understand, but nodded.

Yuan patted his head with a smile, and comforted Song: "It's just a family banquet, just follow the etiquette. Don't be too nervous, otherwise it will be easy to make mistakes."

With Yuan's status as He Tai's concubine, he was originally not qualified to enter the palace for banquets, but He Tai has no main wife now, Yuan helped with housework, and spent more than ten years of hard life in Fangzhou, so Concubine Shu After asking the emperor for instructions, he specially graciously asked He Tai to bring the whole family into the palace.

Song forced a smile, but still couldn't restrain her nervousness.

For any person, it is not easy to adjust her mood from a commoner to an emperor's grandson's wife overnight like her.

The carriage drove in from the left Yintai Gate, followed the lake and mountains of Taiye Pool, and finally stopped in front of the Pearl Mirror Hall.

The person who came to greet them was an old acquaintance, Ma Hong, who often served Ma Hong.

"Your Majesty has worked hard all the way, please follow the villain." Ma Hong said politely, leading the way ahead.

The familiar scenery came into view, and He Tai couldn't help feeling ups and downs: "When I was young, I used to come to the area around the Pearl Mirror Hall. I didn't expect that after so many years, every plant and every tree is still the same as before!"

Ma Hong smiled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty is nostalgic. Someone once proposed to plant peonies behind the Pearl Mirror Hall, but His Majesty refused, saying that he was used to seeing willows, and it would be nondescript to replace them with others."

People in the palace always hide their words in their words, and He Tai couldn't help wondering whether Ma Hong's words were intended for him.

In any case, the emperor allowed them to enter the palace for a banquet, which is good news, even if it is just a family banquet.

There are many guards in front of the Pearl Mirror Hall, palace people come in and out, their belts are fluttering, like fairy concubines.

In contrast, even though their family has changed into clean and tidy new clothes, they still look out of place.

Song Shi became more and more cramped, and even her palms were sweating.

In the Pearl Mirror Hall, except for His Majesty the Emperor above, everyone else has almost arrived. He Tai looked around, the faces of the princes and princesses, as well as their families, seemed familiar and unfamiliar, except for the few days ago. Except for King Qi and King Wei who came to the door, he couldn't even call out the names of the rest.

It was King Qi who brought King Wei and Princess Lin'an and took the initiative to step forward: "Brother, do you still remember Lin'an?"

He Tai collected himself and said with a smile, "How can my sister not remember?"

He remembered that before he left Beijing, he was married to Princess Lin'an, who was born by the same mother of the King of Qi, for five years. He had nothing to marry and was always worried. Now even the child is about the same age as Qilang Hexi, and the slim girl has become charming in a blink of an eye surviving woman.

Princess Lin'an smiled and said: "I went to live in a villa in the suburbs for a while, and I didn't return until yesterday. Please forgive me for not coming to visit in person. I will definitely make up for it with a generous gift."

He Tai also laughed: "You don't need to be so alien, you forgot that you were very naughty when you were young, playing hide-and-seek with us, always pretending to be the one to hide, the prince and I have nothing to do with you..."

He paused, and suddenly remembered that the first prince had passed away for many years, so it was inappropriate to mention it on this occasion.

Princess Lin'an sighed: "How many years ago, fortunately, elder brother still remembers. Fortunately, you have returned to Beijing, and we can see each other often in the future."

During the conversation, the palace people sang, "The emperor was late, so everyone stopped to say hello and got up to greet him."

Except for the famous concubines in the harem, King Qi and Wei Wang each brought their concubines and children, and Princess Lin'an also had a son-in-law and daughter, plus He Tai's family, the Pearl Mirror Hall was full of excitement, which was rare and lively.

The emperor sat down, waited for everyone to salute and celebrate the birthday, and waved his hands: "There is no need to be formal today, let's all get up."

Just now everyone was seated one by one, the palace people filed in from the outside, offering all kinds of cold dishes and hot dishes, as well as aged melons and fruits, within a short while, the hall was filled with the aroma of food.

There were also palace people playing music, orchids performing dances, jingling bells, and broken jade returning to the wind. Although it was a family banquet, because the emperor was present, the palace servants all tried their best to do their best.

For Song and the others, such scenes undoubtedly made them dazzled and dazzled, almost as if they were in the Heavenly Palace and Wonderland.

Looking at Princess Lin'an and other nobles from the Tian family, they already had ordinary expressions, and they were not surprised when they were used to seeing them.

After finishing the song, all the dancers retreated, Princess Lin'an got up and said with a smile: "Brothers are all respectful, I will do my part. Although this year is not my father's birthday, you practice strict thrift, set an example for the world, and do not want to be extravagant. You can't stop us sons and daughters from showing filial piety, can't you?"

To his daughter, the emperor was always a little extra tolerant, and he laughed when he heard the words: "Why don't I let you show your filial piety?"

Princess Lin'an smiled brightly: "Since you have said this, then later, you must not dislike the birthday gift presented by your daughter!"

The emperor said helplessly: "You must have been extravagant and wasted again, so you begged for my words first."

Princess Lin'an smiled without saying a word, clapped her hands twice, and immediately a palace man entered with a long box.

"The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers. When my daughter sees this sword, she feels that only you can wear it in the world."

Ma Hong stepped forward to open the box and presented the sword to the emperor.

The emperor slowly drew the sword out of its sheath, looked at the small characters engraved on the sword, and asked in surprise, "Could this not be the legendary Longquan?"

He quickly pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and accompanied by a high-pitched dragon chant, a flying shadow seemed to pass by before everyone's eyes. Before they could take a closer look, Ma Hong exclaimed: "It's a dragon!"

Seeing the emperor looking at him, Ma Hong hurriedly pleaded guilty: "Your Majesty, forgive me, the villain just saw the shadow of the dragon reflected on the curtain, so he lost his composure!"

The emperor drew a sword flower, and the sword gently swung across the candlestick. The candle suddenly went out, broke in two and fell to the ground.

It's not that the emperor has practiced unrivaled martial arts, but that the sharpness of the sword has reached the point of perfection, and the legendary magic soldier who blows his hair and cuts his hair is no more than that.

"Even if this sword is not Longquan, it is still a rare sharp weapon. It is a pity that this kind of forging technology has been lost. Otherwise, if the magic weapon is supplemented by training, why worry about injustice and rampant bandits?" The emperor sighed, "It's hard for you to have such a heart. I have found such a treasure."

Princess Lin'an said with a smile: "Father has a heart full of the world. Even seeing a sword, he also thought of quelling disasters. My daughter does not have your great talents and strategies, but she is satisfied if she asks her father to make her happy."

He Tai thought to himself that it's a good thing he had prepared that birthday gift in advance, otherwise, once Lin'an's magical weapon is released, how can those mediocre gifts be so easy to get?

Thinking of this, he got up and said: "Heaven bestows divine weapons, and those who are virtuous live there. It can be seen that my father is wise and martial, and even the heavens have recognized him. My son is not talented, so I also prepared a small gift. It is not as rare as Lin'an. Only We can just talk about it.”

The emperor waved his hand: "Gifts are generous and gifts are low. If you have this kind of heart, I will be happy. If you do evil and seek people's fat and anointing, even if you give gold and silver, I will not appreciate it."

He Tai hurriedly said: "Father loved Zhong Yao's calligraphy in the past, and my son has never forgotten it. What I gave today is Zhong Yao's "Fu on the Yutai"!"

The emperor was very interested, and was about to be presented for reading, but he heard King Qi coughing suddenly, the movement was so loud that he couldn't ignore it.

"Kuro, what's wrong with you?"

King Qi hurriedly wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth, and stood up in embarrassment: "No, it's nothing!"

The emperor frowned and said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hesitate!"

King Qi glanced at He Tai, and said hesitantly: "...I just heard my elder brother mention the "Ode to the Jade Terrace", and I was a little surprised, because the birthday gift my son is going to give today is also "Ode to the Yutai" by Zhong Yao."

He Taidun was like a thunderclap, dumbfounded.

The author has something to say:

He Mu: Go to the street and buy whatever you want...Suxiao Jiuxin Pills, Angong Niuhuang Pills, Liuwei Dihuang Pills...anything is fine.

He Xi: Brother, I think you may not be angry with your father, it may be premature aging, and it is related to the kidneys, why don't I buy you some bullpen and deer penis.

He Mu: Get out! ! !