Prince's Revenge

Chapter 1

Yude five years

The grass grows and the warblers fly, and in February, the soil is warm, the river is cool, and the earth rejuvenates.The bazaar in Dayong, Kyoto is bustling with people coming and going, and there are people in all kinds of clothes. The silk and satin shops, jewelry shops, and rouge and gouache shops along the street pick out some bright things and put them on the facade.The people who had nestled for the winter took advantage of the warm weather and walked out of their homes, walked to the street, and lingered in various shops.What a bustling city scene.

After noon, people dispersed a little bit, and the street was quite empty, but it was not an easy matter to gallop on horseback.

A tall maroon horse galloped out from the inner city. The man on the horse was yelling and the whip was crackling. People on the road pulled over one after another, fearing to block his way.

An old man couldn't dodge it in time and startled the horse. The horse neighed and raised its front hooves. Seeing that it was about to step on it, the rider hurriedly grabbed the rein.The horse was held tightly, and the horse's hooves did not fall until the old man climbed out from under the horse.The man quickly rolled off the horse, took out a piece of broken silver, and passed it to the old man: "There is an urgent matter at home, so I disturbed the old man, I hope you will forgive me."

The old man didn't dare to take it, so he knelt down and trembled in fright. The man put down the money, stopped mounting the horse, pulled the rein, and slowly walked across the crowded road until he got out of the street and turned around the road out of the city. Then he got on his horse again. , gallop away.

At the foot of Mount Han, eight kilometers away from the south of the outer city, is a newly renovated Zhuangzi. Small rivers flow around the Zhuangzi, and willows just sprout new shoots by the riverside, and the tender green ones can squeeze out water.A stone bridge on the river that can cross a four-horse car is the only way to enter the gate of the village.

The gate of Zhuangzi was closed, and there were two or three fourteen or five-year-olds in the front yard who were dressed as servants. They either swept the floor with a broom in their hands, or watered the flowers with a kettle, and there were maids dressed as maids who wiped the flowers on both sides of the corridor with rags. Column, with a relaxed face, teasing each other from time to time.

Through the corridor, there is a large garden. The large garden is built on the mountain in imitation of Suzhou gardens. The rocks in the garden are strange and ingenious. From a distance, it looks like a turtle lying on the lake basking in the sun.The rocks and the flowers and trees on the shore are reflected in the lake water, which is crystal clear.

Under the pavilion by the lake, one person is sitting at the table with a book in his hand, while the other is facing the lake, with his hands behind his back, watching the lake view in early spring.

"Mr. Zhang, this "Book of History" is really difficult to understand. I read it several times before, but I only felt that it was very profound, and I couldn't taste the taste of it. After listening to your explanation today, it suddenly became clear. How can I say it in the words of you Han people? Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books." The man put down the book, stood up and bowed deeply, with a respectful attitude.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly supported his arms with both hands: "Your Majesty is a villain."

It turned out that the person who read the book was He Yaodu, the third son of the current emperor. When the emperor entered the pass and ascended the throne, he was named the king of Lijun.He has always admired scholars, as long as they are scholars, they will not refuse anyone who comes, and they will all be accepted as guests.There are also well-read poems and books who have been famous for a long time, and they go to ask for advice from time to time.

Mr. Zhang's name is Zhang Zhizhen, and he is a disciple of Meng Heng, a great Confucianist in the former dynasty.Coincidentally, three months ago, Zhang Zhizhen pawned a painting in a pawnshop, He Yaodu found out, he redeemed the painting, and came to give it to Zhang Zhizhen in person, only then did he know that Zhang Zhizhen was already destitute.The two talked at night by candlelight, He Yaodu was impressed by Zhang Zhizhen's talent and learning, and asked him to come out to be an official, but Zhang Zhizhen's ambition was not here, so he politely declined.From then on, He Yaodu often went to Zhang Zhizhen's place, and even invited Zhang Zhizhen to live in the palace for a while, but Zhang Zhizhen refused to go.

This Hanshan small courtyard was the other courtyard of a minister from the previous dynasty. When the previous dynasty fell, the minister moved his family to the south, and the courtyard was resold several times, and finally it was in the hands of He Yaodu.After He Yaodu bought it, he fell in love with it immediately, repaired it meticulously, invited Zhang Zhizhen to comment, Zhang Zhizhen praised it greatly, and He Yaodu took the opportunity to invite him to live here.This time Zhang Zhizhen didn't refuse, and stayed in this Hanshan Bieyuan, but he repeatedly mentioned that he likes to be quiet and not noisy, and He Yaodu is also a smart person, so he naturally understood what he meant, and never invited other diners over.

This Hanshan small courtyard became Zhang Zhizhen's temporary residence, and He Yaodu would also live here for half a month.The two talked about books and scriptures. He Yaodu admired Zhang Zhizhen's knowledge and called him his husband. He wanted to pay homage to his teacher many times, but Zhang Zhizhen sternly refused.

He Yaodu pulled Zhang Zhizhen to sit down, poured a cup of tea for Zhang Zhizhen himself, held it with both hands and handed it to him, saying: "Mr. seems to have something on his mind today, I'm afraid it's not because he's bored in this yard. I heard that Shengxian Zhai has been in the past few days. A new batch of good calligraphy and paintings has arrived, can you accompany me to pick a few back?"

Zhang Zhizhen shook his head slightly, and said: "No need, all the best calligraphy and paintings in the world will be received in the palace, what else in Shengxian Zhai will catch the eyes of the prince, I'm afraid the prince will be disappointed if he goes."

He Yaodu said with a smile: "There are many treasures scattered among the people in the previous dynasty, maybe you can receive good things."

Zhang Zhizhen thought for a while, then stopped talking, lowered her head and remained silent, full of thoughts.

He Yaodu has a straightforward personality and respects Zhang Zhizhen. Seeing him like this, he blurted out impatiently: "Is there anything you can't tell me?"

Zhang Zhizhen was startled, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "My lord, calm down. I just don't know what to say."

Seeing that he spoke solemnly, He Yaodu was not in a hurry, and waited for Zhang Zhizhen to speak.

Zhang Zhizhen took out a scroll from the armhole and spread it on the table. An old calligraphy and painting, the paper has turned yellow. If you look closely, the calligraphy is beautiful and completed in one go.

"Where did you get that, sir?"

Zhang Zhizhen looked distressed, and said in a low voice: "An old friend asked me to give this letter to the prince."

"If you have something to say, you might as well just say it. This king will always help you solve problems." He Yaodu said, "Although this king likes calligraphy and painting, but at the time when Yang Xin's name was used, later generations did not think highly of it, and this king has always liked majestic and powerful characters. , unrestrained calligraphy, I am not very interested in Yang Xin's calligraphy. But Mr. is someone I admire, without this painting, for the sake of reality, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help it.

Zhang Zhizhen seemed to have made a lot of determination, saying: "Don't dare to deceive the prince. Yesterday, an old trustee sent this calligraphy and painting, and asked me to pass it on to the prince. I really have a request for the prince. Last month, Xintai County, Shandong Province A household in Dawang Village, Yangliu Town, married two young men named Wang, and that night, according to the rules, the bride was sent to the Baochang’s house, but the next day, the bride’s body was thrown on the back mountain.”

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