spring as old

The wind blew up and wrinkled a pool of spring water.

The ripples on the water surface were pushed away layer by layer, as if there was an uproar.

Pu Yang stopped being picky, and asked curiously, "Who do you look like?"

The emperor couldn't say it, he felt like it, but in retrospect, his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of such a person.It's always frustrating to want something and not remember it anyway.The emperor gradually frowned, turned his head to look at Dou Hui, Dou Hui also thought about it, but couldn't think of it after thinking about it, so he just shook his head blankly.

The emperor glared at him, and Dou Hui hurriedly lowered his head to plead guilty.

Seeing this, Pu Yang smiled and smoothed things over: "Your Majesty is busy with political affairs, so it's inevitable that you can't remember some trivial matters."

The emperor sighed: "After all, I'm still getting old."

Pu Yang hurriedly said: "Father is just fine and strong, how can he be called old?"

The emperor glanced at her and said with a smile, "Now I need my son's support to walk, how can I not accept my old age." Seeing that Puyang was anxious to refute, he patted her hand, signaling her not to speak.

Pu Yang could only close his lips together.The emperor looked at the water in the pool, thought for a while, and found that he really couldn't remember.

He remembers all the important people and things he passed by, and he will never forget them, but there are some things that have nothing to do with people, but there are also some things that he has forgotten.

Thinking about it this way, the emperor was not persistent anymore.

The wind was still and the sun cleared away the clouds and mists and shone down. The rain for several days was about to stop today.

Pu Yang looked up at the sky, Xia Ri might not be far away.

On the way back to the palace, Puyang thought about how to persuade the kings to come to the table to solve the emigration issue, and also thought about which elder brother to attack.

Zhao Wang was reckless and couldn't do such a delicate thing.King Jin has a lot of eyes, he is a prophet, and he will definitely try to hide it and take the credit for himself, but this matter cannot be done by him alone.The king of Dai was too late to avoid things, so he couldn't count on them.The few below are not even allowed to go to court, and there is no need to pay attention to it. After counting around, there is only King Jing.

"His Royal Highness King Jing knows how to do things, but he lacks decisiveness when encountering problems. It is just right to entrust this matter to him." Wei Xiu also said the same.

If there is no decision, you will find someone to discuss, you will be in a dilemma, you will be unable to make up your mind, and things will change over time, and the news will rarely be leaked.

Now among the kings, which mansion does not have many spies?

How to get this matter out to King Jing and make him care about it without getting involved with Pu Yang is a difficult task.

Pu Yang sat with his chin on his back, looked sideways at the apricot blossoms outside the window, thinking intently.

Wei Xiu was opposite her, so she didn't make a sound, just sat quietly, holding a cup of tea without drinking, occasionally looking out the window at the bustling garden, and occasionally looking at Puyang's pensive side face.

The spring sun slanted into the room, and the incense burner on the table curled up with smoke.

The shadows under the window are shifting, and the fragrance of flowers is floating outside the window.Pu Yang gradually curved the corners of his lips, Wei Xiu knew that the princess had an idea with a very small arc.She put the cup back on the desk, she lifted the pot, and poured out a cup of tea for Pu Yang.

Pu Yang took a sip of his drink, and said with a smile: "Mr. suggested that Zhang Qiao be put in the Ministry of Industry that day, it seems that there is a foreshadowing."

Zhang Qiao was one of the talented people recommended by Puyang. Unlike Jiang Zhenzhi's integrity, he was flexible, decisive and eloquent.The Ministry of Industry, at the beginning of the year, was intentionally handed over to King Jing by the emperor, so that it also had some power of its own.

Right now, just borrow Zhang Qiao's mouth.

I am afraid that when I donated "On Migration of Soldiers", my husband has already calculated the next few steps.

Wei Xiu didn't say yes or no, she just asked: "Zhang Qiao is flexible, if His Highness uses him, you won't be afraid that he will directly lean towards King Jing and end up working in vain?"

There is a lack of people in Puyang, these are her favorites, and she wants to use the emperor's hand to pull them up, but if these people are swayed by power and turn to the kings, she will be making wedding dresses for others.

Pu Yang was not worried about this, he took a sip of tea slowly and said: "A person with a flexible mind is often good at exploiting. King Jing has a lot of attachments, and there are many important officials of the first and second ranks. He has a small official position and it is difficult to join him. Follow me, at least you can His Majesty has favored him, after this incident, I am afraid that not only will he not have a second heart, but he will even become more determined."

Those who are promoted have to be used from time to time, so that the master and minister can feel at ease.

Wei Xiu saw that she could see clearly and calculated people's hearts perfectly, so she didn't say anything more.

The sun was slanting to the west, before night fell, Pu Yang went to arrange things first.Seeing her walking away, Wei Xiu turned her head and looked at the apricot blossoms outside the window. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the apricot blossoms no longer had the bustle of blooming flowers just now, but looked lonely and gloomy.

Wei Xiu opened her mouth and called A Rong: "Tomorrow I want a visitor, buy a present."

A Rong asked: "Who is the master going to visit, and what is the best etiquette?"

"Chen Du." Wei Xiu smiled, "Don't be too cautious, common etiquette is not in his eyes."

Don't live in Chen Duyi's house, he lives in the corner of Qingde Fang.A small house with gray walls and old doors looks poor.

At the beginning there were quite a few people who claimed to be the chastity of Zhou, among them Chen Du was the most eye-catching, because of his arrogance and his lack of concealment, as time passed, the world respected Chen Du the most, and this group of people was also called by the emperor gnashing their teeth. It is called "Chen Du's stream".Every time Wei Xiu talked about "Chen Du and his like", he couldn't help but sneer, but comparing Chen Du with those people really wronged him and also praised those people.

The servant knocked on the door.After knocking for a long time, the door opened a small gap, and a small head poked out from the inside, with round eyes, and swept around the people outside, then fixed his eyes on the center and sat on the wheelchair On the gentleman in front of him: "Sir, you came to the wrong place. My husband and I don't see any guests."

Wei Xiu said with a smile: "Please report to these young men again. The servant's name is Wei Xiu. He admires the master's talent, so he came here to visit."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, said the word Weixiu once, then opened the door, walked out, made a bow, and said: "That's it, please wait a moment, sir."

After finishing speaking, he flashed back to the door and closed the door again.

A Rong was a little worried, and said in a low voice: "Mr. has never met Chen Lang in the name of Wei Xiu, I'm afraid we won't meet each other."

Wei Xiu's eyes were calm: "If he doesn't see you, then it's a mistake for me to come."

Although Wei Xiu had never met Chen Du, "On Migration of Soldiers" has been widely spread in the capital, and her name is also known to the world.She bet that although Chen Du didn't want to serve the Great Wei, he still had this morality in his heart, and he still didn't forget the passion he had back then.

She was fighting alone and always needed help, Chen Du hated the Wei family, so they were kindred spirits.

Not long after Xiao Tong left, he trotted out, this time he was more respectful, opened the door, and invited Wei Xiu to enter.

I haven't seen you in 19 years. The grandson of the prime minister who was proud of his talent and proud of his youth, has become calm and reticent.He was only 35 or [-] years old, and his temples were covered with strands of silver, making him look haggard, but his bright eyes clearly still retained the arrogance of his youth.

Wei Xiu was not afraid that he would get angry, so she looked at it carefully before bowing respectfully: "Xiu came here admiringly, to meet Mr. Chen."

Chen Du leaned on the pillow, feeling very lazy, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, he said softly: "You are hiding in the princess's mansion, and others can't see you with their necks outstretched. The talent of the country. I don’t want to be so young, and my legs and feet are not good. It’s really disappointing.”

Wei Xiu straightened up, took a look at him, and said: "In the old days, the grandson of the prime minister and the son of the great general were called Lianbi. He was a young talent, an upright man, a man who ruled the battlefield, made military exploits early, and was praised by all the lords in the court. Who knows? Seeing it in person today, he looks like an old man, arrogant and rude!"

"Who are you?" Chen Du's face darkened immediately, and he was so excited that he looked at Wei Xiu's face. After seeing Wei Xiu, he was stunned and pointed at Wei Xiu. His bright eyes were full of shock. Shi Xi stood up abruptly, rushed to Wei Xiu, and asked anxiously, "Who are you! What's your last name?"

"The surname is Wei." Wei Xiu said lightly.

Chen Du took a deep breath and shook his head: "Impossible, you look like..." His eyes seemed to be bloodshot, full of resentment, expectation, and disbelief.

"My surname is Wei, sir, I'm afraid I have identified the wrong person." Wei Xiu said again.

Chen Du took a deep breath, calmed down a bit, still staring at Wei Xiu, and asked, "What is your relationship with the Chen Junzhong family?"

"It's just admiration, but it's a pity that it has nothing to do with it." Wei Xiudao, showing doubts again, "What did you think of, sir?"

Chen Du looked at her, regained his senses in an instant, smiled, smiled again, and sighed: "You really shouldn't have come." It's really cruel to give people hope and break hope.It has been a long time since he thought of the figure riding on a steed in the Gobi Desert.In those days, the people in the world called Lian Bi, one who was doing nothing, staying in a lonely house all day long, and one who died young, at the age of 15, on the way back to Beijing.

The scenery of my youth, now I think of how lonely and unbearable it is.

"Mr. Wei, do you have words?" Chen Du sat back on his seat, looking lazy again.

Wei Xiu said: "There is no word, sir just call me by my name."

Now that there were people left, Chen Du waved his hand and ordered the boy to cook tea for the guests.He turned his head and took another look at Wei Xiu. At first glance, he looked very much like his childhood friend, but now that he looked closely, he didn't feel so resembling, with a different temperament.

My friend followed his father and was beaten in the border barracks since he was a child. He was heroic and upright. The one in front of him was huddled in a wheelchair, pale and weak.

They are two completely different people.

Probably because he was blind just now, Chen Du mocked secretly.

The boy served tea, Chen Du said please, Wei Xiu didn't refuse, picked up the teacup, and tasted it, ordinary tea, nothing special.Looking at the four walls in the room, they are empty, without a single decorative painting, it can be seen that Chen Du's life is extremely poor.

"Copying books to spend your days, you can't treat Mr. badly." Chen Du saw through what Wei Xiu thought, and said lightly, his eyes were indifferent.

Copying books to survive?What about salary?Wei Xiu didn't ask, it is estimated that most of the salary given by the imperial court was distributed to beggars by him.

"The elegance of a dark room lies in its integrity." Wei Xiu said, "Chen Lang entered the Chongwen Museum, and what he saw and heard was in line with his heart?"

"It's about literati. What can I say?" Chen Du studied martial arts, and the word "Du" in his name means crossing the river, which was the high hope that the old prime minister had placed on him.How can it be good to be familiar with military books, but now you are in the Chongwen Museum, mixing in the world of literati?