I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

On the wide palace road, fine snow fell intermittently.

Zhao Xian and Zhao Gao went to Zhangtai Palace together.Along the way, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was still bouncing around, holding a bamboo slip in his arms. When he arrived at Zhangtai Palace, his father was dealing with government affairs in the side hall, and his expression was not very good.

Zhao Xian watched his words and thought that the rebellion of Xinzheng and Yingchen should make his father unhappy, so instead of running over to disturb him, he saluted and obediently sat aside under his father's signal.

Zhao Gao followed Zhao Xian into the hall, bent over and arched his sleeves: "Your Majesty."

"Sit down." The young man in black on the throne raised his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes fell on Zhao Gao, but he was not in a hurry to ask him to draw up an edict, but said in a deep voice, "Raise your head."

The young man who had just sat down was straightening out his clothes. When he heard the words, he froze and raised his hands above his head. His voice was filled with fake and real fear: "Don't dare to offend the king."

Zhao Zheng chuckled, feeling that he had waited too long and his mind was confused, so he said indifferently, "Let's draw up an imperial edict."

The servant took the order and sent the prepared silk script and pen and ink to Zhao Gao.

Sitting on the other side, Zhao Xian took off his winter clothes because the palace was too hot, and the palace people helped him change into a thinner outer shirt. He kept staring at the bamboo slips in his hand.

It was a bamboo slip that looked very old, the bamboo pieces were round, the color was thick, the ink color penetrated three points into the wood, the handwriting was beautiful and neat, and meticulous.Zhao Xian deliberately found the word "Ci" among the many small characters, opened a certain page in his schoolbook, and compared it carefully, the strokes of the strokes were almost exactly the same.

His Royal Highness is very curious.

This is a very important part of his studies, taught to him by another young Fu, Mr. Zhang Liang.Bamboo slips are articles left by my father and husband, and there are 55 pieces in total.Although he didn't quite understand some parts, he had read them all twice, and understood the writing on it by heart.

King Father often looks at the words on it in a daze. Although Zhao Xian never asked, he also knows that Mr. Wang is very important to King Father.So when he saw Uncle Ziying's writing today, he wanted to show it to his father.At the beginning, the father appreciated Mr. Zhao Gao because he knew the law, and his handwriting was a bit like that gentleman. Others didn't know it, but Zhao Xian could vaguely feel it.

He felt that Uncle Ziying should be more important than Mr. Zhao Gao.As for the talents, each should make the best use of his talents and be the way of the king.People like Uncle Ziying shouldn't be buried in the deep palace.

But...Mr. Zhao Gao doesn't seem to be very happy.

Zhao Xian sighed a little, and turned to look at Zhao Gao who was sitting on the other side.

The downcast and friendly Prince Shaofu of the Great Qin Dynasty had already written the imperial edict according to Zhao Zheng's will, and bowed to leave.

Zhao Zheng raised his hand without raising his head, which meant he could leave.

Zhao Gao respectfully stepped back and walked out.

When walking down the long steps, I met several palace servants who served Zhao Xian waiting at the bottom of the steps.These are low-ranking palace servants who are not qualified to follow Zhao Xian into the Zhangtai Palace. They stood in the wind and snow with some snow on their hair. When they saw Zhao Gao, they bowed their hands and saluted: " Shao Fu."

Zhao Gao walked past them, nodded slightly, he had heard them.For some reason, he walked up two steps and turned around, looking at the one with a slightly higher rank among the palace servants: "Who did His Royal Highness meet today? What did you do?"

The palace man said respectfully: "Your Highness only saw Young Master Ziying in Chang'an Palace today, where he finished his homework and asked Young Master for a pen and ink."

Zhao Gao put his hands under his wide sleeves, tapped his palms with his fingers, and nodded upon hearing this: "I heard that Mr. Ziying has read countless books and is erudite. If your Highness likes it, you might as well take him to Chang'an Palace for a walk. "

The palace man bowed his eyebrows and accepted the order: "Yes."

Zhao Gaowen smiled, "What's your name?"

The man was flattered and said: "My servant Xianglu."

"Good name." After Zhao Gao said this, he frowned, revealed a warm smile, turned and walked down the steps.

The 99 palace steps are endless, and people are as small as duckweed in it.The wind was blowing heavy snow, and Zhao Qingqing's thin figure walked down the long steps, facing him, a handsome young man in a Daqin official uniform walked up quickly.

Zhao Gao met his gaze, walked up to the level level steps with him, raised his hand and saluted.

When the young man saw him, he didn't return the salute. He teased and said, "Zhao Gao? What are you doing here? Isn't it Xiu Mu today?"

Zhao Gao seemed to be used to the other party's attitude, and said softly, "Xinzheng's old clan nobles rebelled, and Gao was ordered to enter the palace to draft an edict."

As if he understood the purpose of the young man's visit, he raised his eyes and lowered his voice: "I advise Chang Shi not to go there, your majesty is in a fit of anger."

Looking at the solemn palace at the end, the young man who is the Prince of Great Qin, Shao Fu, and Prime Minister Chang Shi smiled quite happily, "Shao Fu is worried about me? It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

Seeing that he didn't listen, Zhao Gao didn't say any more, and bowed his sleeves to leave.

The young man was holding an official seal in his hand, and the moment Zhao Gao turned around, his eyes moved slightly, and he squinted over.

Across the heavy snow, he crashed into a pair of dark eyes with still water flowing deep.

Just looking at each other for a moment, they both immediately withdrew their gazes.Zhao Gao raised his hands above his head and saluted again.

Leave without a word.

In the heavy snow, the young man recalled the pair of eyes just now, looked back at Zhao Gao's back, and smiled amusedly: "The tiger sees the wolf, Gu Zhixiang."

After finishing speaking, he put on a serious expression, with rare determination in his eyes.

Not long after, outside Zhangtai Palace, the young man walked up to His Highness step by step, lifted the official uniform in front of him neatly and knelt down.

He raised his hands and lifted the gold-encrusted jade official seal over his head, and said loudly: "Chen, Zhang Liang, please see Your Majesty!"

At dusk, in Chang'an Palace, the palace people lit up the lights everywhere.

In the study, Ying Zheng half-lyed on the couch and opened a new page of the book.The lamplight shone on his pale face, and there was a faint morbid flush on his cheeks. Zhuang Xi carefully flipped the wick aside to make the light brighter, and whispered: "My lord, I've been watching it for an hour, take a rest. Bar?"

Ying Zheng coughed and didn't answer, but just turned another page, "How about the rebellion in Xinzheng?"

Zhuang Xi's gossip can be said to be very sensitive. He lowered his voice and said, "I heard that it was started by Zhang Ping, the old Prime Minister of South Korea, and some clans. Mr. Shi Zhangliang..."

Ying Zheng raised his eyes when he heard Zhang Liang's name, "Has he gone to intercede for Zhang Ping?"

Zhuang Xi shook his head: "I don't know about that, I just heard that when I left Zhangtai Palace, the gold seal and purple ribbon on my body were gone. Sigh... Thinking about it, it's also a dilemma between loyalty and righteousness. Zhang Liang is with us Qin has become an official, and Zhang Ping rebelled in Xinzheng, isn't this a problem for his son?"

There was a slight smile in Ying Zheng's eyes, as if he had his own considerations and was noncommittal.

"That's why I don't know whether it's the king who dismissed him as an official, or whether he resigned himself. If he contradicts the king for his father, I'm afraid he won't be able to enter an official career in the future..."

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhuang Xi.

Zhuang Xi was stared at by him, and immediately patted his mouth: "This servant talks too much..."

"It's okay, you continue."

Zhuang Xi was flipping through his precious little book, and said with silly joy: "There is also a discussion in the palace that the king should let Zhang Liang go with the army to quell the chaos, to test his loyalty, and the servants disagree."

"Well, let's talk about it." Ying Zheng casually pushed the candlestick towards Zhuang Xi.

"It's not necessary. Zhang Liang is already in a difficult situation. If the king really asks him to put down the rebellion, wouldn't it be driving him to a dead end? If Zhang Liang also rebels in order to keep Zhang Ping, wouldn't that add fuel to the fire? Among other things, the king is absolutely magnanimous to his courtiers. Even if he can't see it in some places, as long as he doesn't touch his Nilin, he will not be serious. When Zhao State destroyed the country, Feng Quji and Feng Jie They all wanted to show their ambitions by death, but they were tied up by Wuhuada and talked to the king for a while, and then they stayed in our Qin Dynasty court hall when they came out."

Zhuang Xi was very proud as he spoke: "Your Majesty's knowledge and mind, who in the Six Kingdoms can compare? Hmph."

Ying Zheng took a special look at Zhuang Xi, and chuckled, "It's really a bit of a shame for you to stay here."

Zhuang Xi scratched his head foolishly: "Young master has read poetry and books, so he dare not show off in front of you."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and flipped through the book.

When Zhuang Xi praised Zhao Zheng just now, he was still a little proud.It wasn't that he didn't make mistakes in his last life, and he only hopes that this life can help Zhao Zheng avoid the past as much as possible.So far, it seems that everything is much better than he expected.

When he left five years ago, he had some bad premonitions, so he left a silk letter for Zhao Zheng, and said a lot of things to pay attention to. Now it seems that it is really effective, and something happened to him.Let alone the past five years, I have lost some memories of coming to this world.

After a while, Ying Zheng thought of something and said, "Tell the gate guards not to sleep too much these few days."

Zhuang Xi didn't know why, but he still complied: "Okay, I'll go and give instructions."

He went out to order the gatekeeper, and arranged some things for tomorrow, before returning to the study room, and knocked lightly on the door.

A silence.

Zhuang Xi carefully opened the door and poked his head in to take a look. The young man on the bed tilted his head slightly, his slender and light eyelashes were drawn to his eyelids, motionless, already asleep.

He closed the door and left quietly.

Looking around, the whole Xianyang is shrouded in heavy snow in the cold winter.

In the side hall of Zhangtai Palace, Zhao Zheng had just finished dealing with things, walked into the bedroom, and lightly lit the candlestick on the desk.When the fire was lit, Zhao Xian, who was sleeping on the bed, felt the light and rubbed his eyes.

Zhao Zheng didn't want to disturb his sleep at first, so he patted his head: "It's the father, it's all right, go to sleep."

Zhao Xian opened his eyes, but he was still awake, and said in a childish voice, "Father, why are you here..."

He remembered that he was reading a book in the side hall, he seemed sleepy just looking at it, and then fell asleep...?

Zhao Zheng knocked on him: "This is Zhangtai, not the East Palace."

"Huh?!" Zhao Xian sat up abruptly, and after realizing it, he dragged Zhao Zheng's sleeve to the couch, "Father, come up quickly, I want to sleep with my father."

Zhao Zheng followed his strength and half-lyed down, wrapped Zhao Xian with a quilt until only his head was left, and said in a deep voice, "I read your homework today, and it doesn't seem like an answer you can write. Could Zhang Liang help you cheat? gone."

Zhao Xian rolled his big eyes slyly: "...does my son look like a cheater?"

"Not like it?"

"..."

Zhao Xian pouted, "Zhang Liang only makes problems difficult for me all day long, so he won't help me. It's Uncle Ziying. He reminded me a few things about the homework I wrote with him today. My son thinks Very useful."

Zhao Zheng paused when he was about to turn off the lights, and looked back at Zhao Xian.

Zhao Xian happened to find out the book he was writing homework on beside the bed, and the paper flipped to a certain page, "Father, look, uncle Ziying's handwriting, isn't it beautiful? I asked my uncle to write it... Huh? Father? What's wrong with you?"

Under the dim candlelight, the young man in Xuanyi was stunned for a long time as he stared at the magnificent seal characters on the paper.