I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

When he went back, He Changan's mood was obviously depressed.

Chang An said that he was not small, and Li Ze would often go out of the palace after ascending to the throne, sometimes he would drop by He’s house to look for him, sometimes he would go to the red bean pastry shop in the west of the city, and he would often run around, sitting in a teahouse and listening to what Mr. Shu said one afternoon.So He Changan made preparations early in the morning for the possible meeting between the two, but he thought that he would not worry about it anymore.

The dinner was very sumptuous, He Xiaomei's face was filled with joy, He Changan tilted his head to look at it, feeling a little happier, and pointed to He Mu's head, where there was a new hair flower.

He's mother took a look, just in time to be discovered by He Xiaomei, her cheeks blushed, and she picked up a piece of egg: "Mother, eat vegetables."

He Changan stretched out his arms and touched it, "Yo, didn't our Lan'er buy this by himself?"

"Brother." He Lan dragged his tone, unwilling to answer, and kicked his feet under the table.

If this had been left in the past, his brother would definitely not have paid so much attention to her, and He Lan would not have dared to make such an obvious act of acting like a baby, but his brother seems to have changed recently. Although He Lan is still afraid, he dared to lose his temper to his brother .

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, women's colleges are not allowed to stay." He Changan smiled with the corner of his mouth raised.

Just after she finished speaking, she was stared at by He's mother, and He's mother said seriously, "Which is what you said?"

Isn't this just raising a daughter? If this is his daughter, he will definitely hold it in his palm in the future. This is called the apple of his eye, and the same goes for his younger sister.

After the meal, He Lan quietly grabbed He Changan, and she said, "Brother, come out."

"What's wrong?" He Changan glanced at Mother He who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and seeing that she didn't notice, he quietly followed her out.

There are small families nearby, and no one is lighting lanterns outside the door. It is pitch black, and the two of them dare not go far.

He Lan pulled the man out and became timid again, shrinking back and saying, "I... I, no... I'm fine."

He Changan: "..." This is wrong.

He kept a straight face on purpose, "There's nothing to call me out to amuse me."

He Lan was taken aback, and seeing that he wasn't really angry, he stammered, "It's our family... Huaixin said, asking our family to borrow some money, he told me in private, asking me if our family is Got rich."

He Chang'an was a little strange when he heard this. The He family and the Zhang family were fellow villagers who knew each other well. They came to the capital together to rely on each other. Afterwards, the two families got closer and became engaged to each other. Zhang Huaixin was his quasi-brother-in-law.

Since He Xiaomei said it, there was something wrong, and He Changan couldn't help asking in more detail following her words, "Why did he suddenly ask this?" He couldn't help but think about the recent situation of the Zhang family. He didn't hear that his family needed to borrow money for something. .

Holding the handkerchief in her hand, He Lan said in a low voice, "Mother gave me pocket money, I greedily bought two pieces of sugar cake, and he found out when I met brother Huaixin, because you were sick earlier and there was no rice at home, mother I went to his house to borrow rice, and he knew that our family had no money, so he asked me, didn’t our family have no money, and I told him about my brother.”

He Changan touched her head, "And then?"

He Lan looked at him carefully, "I didn't tell him how much Zhang's family paid us, but he said that he has no money to practice calligraphy recently and wanted to borrow some from our family."

He Changan paused, "How much does he want to borrow?"

He Lan looked a little embarrassed, twisted the handkerchief in her hand and whispered, "He wants to borrow 20 taels of silver, let me give it to him quietly, tell me not to tell you and mother, he will return it to me soon."

An old hen was only thirty taels of silver, and before He Changan fell ill, his family's savings were only less than one tael of silver, so suddenly he had to borrow 20 taels of silver, which was not a small amount.

He Chang'an realized that there was a problem with this matter. According to what he learned, Zhang Huaixin's mother had a strong personality, and she never wore Zhang Huaixin's clothes on weekdays, let alone money for calligraphy practice. One tael of silver.

But what is more important is what He Xiaomei thinks, He Changan holds He Lan's shoulder, "Little sister, what do you think about this?"

He Xiaomei pinched her fingers in fear, and put a new hair on her hand, "I, I...he gave me this new hair after he said he borrowed the money, and I want to return it to him. I can't lend him so much money. , and secretly told you.”

"It's okay, it's a good thing you told me, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get the money." He Changan comforted He Lan, telling her not to worry, "Next time you meet him, just say that you don't know where to put the money at home, let him come Find our mother."

He Xiaomei felt relieved and ran back quickly.

He Chang'an was lying on the bed in the middle of the night but couldn't fall asleep. He was thinking about Mr. He, his father was seriously ill before he left, and he didn't know what was going on now. He thought of Li Ze, listening to some officials chatting in front of the tea stand during the day Said that the emperor is getting more and more violent, several ministers were tortured because of the flood in the west of the river, and several veteran ministers are planning to sue their old age and return to their hometowns...

After a long while he laughed at himself and sighed that he was just an unreasonable worry. According to He Mu's intention, the original body will return to his hometown after a while and become a teacher. Wading in muddy water?

Really unable to fall asleep, He Chang'an turned over and sat up with light movements, took out a torch and lit it, and started gesturing on the ground.

Original body's handwriting was really ugly. Although He's mother had never read a book, her husband taught her how to write. After He Changan realized this, he dared not be careless, and could only practice honestly with Yuanshen's handwriting.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door of "Dong Dong", and He Xiaomei's voice sounded outside the door, "Brother, are you up yet, mother will take us to the temple fair, will you go?"

He Changan, who was just sleepy and opened his eyes, jumped up like a carp. Realizing that it was already dawn, he quickly straightened his hair and asked, "When are you coming back? Do you have any food left for me?"

"Mother said to let you go out to eat, and come back in the afternoon." He Lan couldn't suppress the joy on his face, and on his shoulders were the patterns embroidered by He Mu and his mother recently.

"Oh, then you guys go." He Changan threw his head back on the bed, and said weakly, he slept a little longer, and felt in a trance that he seemed to have forgotten something.

I slept too late last night, and after sleeping again, I still felt a headache when I woke up. He Changan felt that there was no fever, so he felt relieved, and went out to eat under the sun that was about to reach the top of his head.

After crossing a few streets, we came to the familiar wonton stand. There were quite a lot of pedestrians today. He Changan sat down and put down three copper coins, "Boss, here comes a bowl of wontons."

The wonton boss smiled and pushed the copper plate back, "Unfortunately, the wontons are sold out today."

He Changan was taken aback, and looked around, not only was it sold out, but the people sitting on the left and right were all street vendors, and none of them came to eat in front of them.

A peddler laughed heartily, "My son is late, so hurry up next time."

"Boss's business is doing well today, and this temple fair is lively."

"Isn't it? I heard that the temple fair specially approved by the emperor benevolent has officers and soldiers guarding us so we won't be afraid of bad people."

"That's not it, that's great."

It turns out that these people are sitting and chatting, but can they chat casually now?

He Changan stood up and asked, "You can talk about the emperor casually, and the officers and soldiers don't come to arrest him?" A few years ago, the old emperor was seriously ill, and the whole Chang'an city was about to storm. The doors of every house were closed, and no one dared to gossip on the street.

Now even the owner of the wonton stall laughed, "Young people should look outside more, don't concentrate on reading dead books, look, there is no injustice case in Chang'an City now, the He family was wronged three years ago, I heard that a big man died ..."

The people next to him hurriedly stopped him, and the owner of Wonton didn't dare to continue, so he changed his tone, "Hey, I'm just praising our Chang'an city for its good atmosphere."

They changed the subject while they were talking, but He Changan couldn't help being silent for a while. The capital has changed a lot in the past three years.

Looking for places to fill his stomach, he just slapped his head when he returned, but he forgot about Zhang Huaixin.

At noon, the sun climbed overhead, and in the palace of Biwa and Zhuzhen, Li Ze went down to court, and he heard from the waiter that Chen Chun was coming this way holding a sign in his hand.

Eunuch Zheng, as an old man who has followed His Majesty for several years, naturally knows what His Majesty likes. For example, when he was just about to have lunch, he could stop Chen Chun who didn't have calligraphy and painting. My lord, he will follow the board.

Eunuch Zheng carefully looked at His Majesty's expression, there is no important report today, and generally His Majesty will not affect lunch.

Sure enough, Li Ze's expression was calm, only when he heard Chen Chun coming with the words, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and soon disappeared, he pondered for a while and said, "Go to Hengyuan Hall."

Hengyuan Hall was the residence of the emperor when he was still the sixth prince. It was said that the new emperor was in love with the old, so he never changed his residence.

But for Eunuch Zheng, nostalgia for the past is false, but love for the tables and chairs in the house, the plants and trees in the yard, and even the memorial tablets that have been enshrined for three years in the main house is true.

Eunuch Zheng had just had lunch when Chen Chun came, and when he saw Chen Chun, he trotted up, still trying his best not to delay the emperor's meal, "Master Chen, it's better if you come late, the emperor has always had a bad appetite, until now Meals are only served at this time, you see..."

Chen Chun coughed softly, "It's nothing important, it doesn't matter if you go in a little late."

Eunuch Zheng was about to laugh when he heard Li Ze's deep voice from inside, "Come in."

Chen Chun cupped his fists and walked around Eunuch Zheng.

Li Ze was not very favored when he was the sixth prince, and the Hengyuan Hall was not big. Over the past few years, the decorations inside have become obsolete. Now Li Ze has become the emperor. Yuan Palace, the emperor did not agree.

When Chen Chun came in, he took a look. The people outside the hall trembled and did not take a step into the hall. Sure enough, there were no other servants inside except the emperor. He respectfully greeted him, "My humble minister greets the emperor."

Li Ze asked him to get up and eat together.

When the first emperor was in power, he was extravagant. It is said that one meal required ten chickens, five fish, two pigs (pigs), and one lamb. Compared with the first emperor, Li Ze's three meals were simple.

Chen Chun didn't shirk it, it was common for him to dine with the emperor, there were two servings of porridge, four kinds of dim sum, and sometimes a plate of vegetables, melons and fruits on the table.

There were two servings of rice on the table, but Chen Chun carefully bypassed the serving of porridge opposite Li Ze.

Seeing Chen Chun's actions, Eunuch Zheng also took it for granted that he didn't say anything, but went to serve another meal. The two of them had the ambition to ignore the bowl of porridge opposite Li Ze and the location of the porridge.

Chen Chun's meal was his favorite three fresh noodles. When the three fresh noodles were almost eaten, he looked at the little porridge left in the emperor's bowl, and quickly said, "The fourth prince has recruited a lot of literati. The ones who passed the Juren examination this time are also there, I'm afraid they will be recruited by the Fourth Prince."

Uncle Sihuang used to use some tricks to attract people's hearts. People who are new to the capital are easily deceived. When they boarded Uncle Sihuang's thief boat, Li Ze frowned and was about to say something when he saw the porridge bowl opposite him. The tyrannical atmosphere calmed down again.

He reminded, "Be careful if there are Chang'an's writings left outside, especially the articles sold by the fourth prince. As for scholars who don't know the truth, they are of no great use."

Chen Chun heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that it would be wise for him to tell the news while he was eating, and he continued to talk about the good news, "There is news from the Fourth Prince that there is a poem written by the Marquis of Chang'an, but this poem will be published during the Qiqiao Festival." Auction, so there is no way to intercept it in advance."

"Poetry? Chang'an's poem, what kind of poem is it?" Li Ze couldn't figure it out, Chang'an was with him every day, and he didn't like writing poems, so why didn't he know what kind of poems Chang'an had written.

Since the He Mansion was stolen, he has taken a close look at it, and he has also counted it from the inside to the outside. He has brought back hundreds of Chang'an's usual calligraphy and copied articles, and there is not a single poem among them.

Li Ze thought for a while, and Chen Chun remained silent until Li Ze spoke again, saying uncertainly, "Uncle Huang is cunning, send someone to take a picture of that poem, and bring it back for me to have a look."

Chen Chun agreed.

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