The days when I pretended to be a cat in the Forbidden City[Comprehensive]

This flag is full of traces of time, and most importantly, it is written with a Chinese character in official script.

Liu Bang was born in an ordinary family. In other people's words, he was born in mud legs, so the script he learned was Lishu.Later, he also learned Xiaozhuan, but on Liu Bang's military flag, both the characters "Han" and "Liu" were written in Lishu.

In Liu Bang's words, "Everyone in the world knows about Lao Tzu's birth, and we didn't intend to hide it. We just want to let the world see that I, Liu Bang, am not that kind of person who hides my ears and steals the clock."

Moreover, Liu Bang personally thinks that the character Liu in official script is more imposing than the character knife next to it... Cough, the above is what his father said when he was a child. Grandpa said that no one knows if he didn’t say it, but it’s the character "Han". It is indeed the official script that has been used all the time.

This may also be because Liu Bang, who was named "King of Han" by Xiang Yu, resisted silently at that time.

It was not until later that the national flag was remade that Xiaozhuan, the official font, was used.

Xia Anran did not expect that this flag was preserved by the royal family.When Chuchu unfolded, Xia Anran only felt that every patch on it was extremely precious, and if they got it to later generations, they might be able to appear in "National Treasure".

This may really be regarded as one of the most precious treasures of the Chinese nation, and it is a proof that an emperor did not shy away from his origin.

Holding the flag, he walked in the middle of the guard of honor. Those holding sacrificial vessels bypassed the steps, and he was the only one who stepped on the steps.

Although the people didn't know what he wanted to do, they were driven by the atmosphere and fell silent.Xia Anran stood still slowly, and then turned around to stand up. With a shake of his hand, he unfolded the Chinese character military flag.

The raw edges are torn, and the military flag is patched.

Not fancy, no embroidery.

The handwriting on it was originally dyed, but later it was sewn on with rags, which shows how poor the Han King was in his early days.

Xia Anran lowered his eyes slightly to look at everyone in the audience. At this time, he should be nervous, but for some reason, he was extremely calm.He said one word at a time: "This time, the widow will raise the flag,"

"And I look forward to it, next time you will raise our Han flag."

"The widow is also waiting, waiting for someone who is willing to hold the flag and can hold the flag."

He made a pun, and stretched out his hands. At this time, it was like a gust of north wind, raising the Chinese character flag.The little king took the bamboo pole and threaded it through the flag holder, and fixed it to the knot of the flagpole with a thick rope. Every movement seemed to have a unique rhythm.

He tapped the stick with his right hand, held the flag with his left, and looked down with bright eyes.When the people were at a loss, they suddenly saw the attendants who cleared the way hitting the ground with a sword.

"The wind is blowing—"

"Flying clouds."

"Vega Haiinai--"

"Back home."

"Warrior Andrew—"

"Guard the Quartet."

Accompanied by the sound of rites and music, the flag was slowly lifted into the sky, just at the moment when the sun was rising.

The army flag with Chinese characters raised to the top of the flagpole by the young king stretched in the wind, the king bowed with his face up, and everyone behind him bowed.

Many of the eyes looking at the young boy suddenly became less obscene and became more serious.

The young man took two steps forward, although he was young, his eyes were clear and calm, the place is vast, the young man's voice has not changed, it is still immature, but his voice seems to ring in everyone's ears: "Grandfather!"

"I am the King of Zhongshan in the Han Dynasty."

"Now, please hang the flag of Gaozu's army in our Zhongshan country to prove—"

"I hold the seal of the king of Han."

"Shelter my Han people."

"Today, I am recruiting people from all over the country, regardless of background or fame. I select scholars based on their talents and virtues, and select 33 famous scholars."

"Gaozu is above, and his descendants Liu Sheng sacrificed to him—"

"First, I wish the world peace, second, I wish the people prosperity, third, I wish our people unceasing self-improvement, and fourth, I wish that the latecomers will be full of heroes and carry on the past and open up the future."

"I'm a big man, and I'm sure I'll make the sky shine, majestic in the east."

Behind the young man, flying in the air is the military flag with Chinese characters, and what falls on the ground is the three characters of Zhongshan Guo written by Liu Qi.

"bye--"

"Goodbye-"

After three prayers unconsciously, everyone straightened up and looked up at the Chinese character flag flying in the air.There are not a few people here who know the official script. Frankly speaking, compared with the common script in the past, the official script is indeed more familiar to them.

King Zhongshan's sacrificial speech was written simply, and many people in the audience could understand it.

The little king's remarks made many people's faces blank.

For a moment, they felt as if they had heard it wrong, Your Highness, what did Your Highness say?

Regardless of background, regardless of fame, only talent and virtue, yes, is that what they mean?

The previous solemnity was instantly broken by the reacting crowd, and the audience exploded like cold water pouring into a frying pan.But this state didn't last long, because after the salutation was over, the little king turned around and looked at the people again. He didn't say a word, but looked down with calm eyes.

He didn't look at anyone, but everyone felt a gentle gaze sweeping over him, just like the warm sun today, gentle and warm.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and this unusual silence spread, even children were covered by their parents.

The little king, whose face was mostly covered by the crown, was standing there, and suddenly he saw a servant holding a bamboo scroll coming out of the crowd and standing under the hall stone. , only loudly said——

"Xuan—Han Yan Han Ying—"

The middle-aged man in soap clothes stood in the middle of the road, and he bowed to the king standing above him.

The little prince's eyes were calm but as hard as iron: "Han Ying?"

"Han Ying is here."

"The position of the imperial censor is in charge of the laws and regulations of the whole country. He has the duty of procuring officials and the people and assisting the prime minister in managing the country's government. Therefore, I want you to be upright and honest, enforce the law like a mountain, and have no selfishness. Can you do it?"

"Han Ying will do his best to serve as an official, and will live up to His Highness and the common people!"

"good."

The little king ordered him to take two steps forward, and personally awarded him a silver seal and green ribbon and a jade wat, and put on him a black gauze and gold silk smock that symbolized his status as one of the three princes: "The period of widowhood."

Han Ying stepped back slowly and stood in his original position. With his clothes fluttering, he stood on the right side of the king's road with a jade wat in his hand.

All these changes fell into the eyes of the masses. Afterwards, 32 ministers were sealed one by one, and they were transformed from ordinary people to important ministers of this country in an instant, and they became officials in one fell swoop. This change is really eye-catching.

Until the appointment of all 33 people was completed, Xia Anran stood in front of everyone and said: "As the saying goes, if the land is thin, no big trees will grow, and if the water is shallow, big fish will not swim."

"My Zhongshan country is established, the land is thin and the water is shallow, but I have the confidence that one day I will be able to make the kings fly high and the seas wide."

"The widow and the kings encourage each other."

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The ceremony lasted for nearly two hours. After Xia Anran recognized all the officials under his command, he also sent a message, clarifying the scope of authority of the other party.

When he stepped back, even though he had a good physical foundation, he almost collapsed from exhaustion.

However, at this time, he couldn't get down.

Several older courtiers begged for an audience with serious faces. Although they saw that the little prince was tired, they had to interrupt because of the urgency of the situation.

"Your Highness, you disagreed with what you just said."

Xia Anran was taken aback for a moment, just now he did take off the script a little bit and play freely, but he shouldn't have said anything...

what.

Seeing the change in the face of the little prince, Zhi knew what he was thinking, and he couldn't hold it back: "His Royal Highness bluntly said that the land and water in Zhongshan Kingdom are bad, which implies that His Majesty treats you harshly, and the sky is high and Ren Fei and other words are also unreasonable." It's presumptuous."

Xia Anran made a small face, and her almond eyes drooped immediately.The newly appointed Doctor Yu Shi looked interesting, so he comforted him: "What the Prime Minister said is true, but Your Highness is still young, and these two sentences are generous, and I like them very much. In my opinion, Your Highness is not as good as a letter." Feng, just explain to His Majesty."

Xia Anran nodded, turned to look at the silent Zhai Yi and said, "I'm afraid the Grand Tutor will be wronged by then."

The little prince who has not yet graduated made a mistake, of course it is the responsibility of the teacher.Xia Anran pinched her paws somewhat uncomfortably. It felt really bad to ask others to punish him for his own mistakes.

Unexpectedly, Zhai Yi just smiled lightly, and said: "It's okay, I also like what your Highness said."

Seeing the little prince's happy appearance immediately, Zhi Du cast a wordless glance at these adults who doted on the little prince to death, and felt very sad.

Facing the accusing eyes of the Prime Minister, the two elders who excused the little prince's mistake put on an innocent face, expressing with their eyes: This mistake is nothing, you are too harsh.

Today's words are nothing, after all, the little prince's age is here, no one would take the words of a 14-year-old child seriously.

What's more, His Highness knows his mistakes and can correct them, and he has a heart of compassion and self-examination. Such a little prince can just go as far as he wants, so there is really no need to worry too much.

That's right, among the courtiers sent by Liu Qi, the Tai Tuo is an encourager, and Zhi is a critic, which is also balanced. However, Dou Ying and Han Ying who followed are both encouragers. Outliers!

Zhi, who followed the strict education method, didn't even notice it. He just felt that the atmosphere of the court would be bad if it went on like this. If he didn't watch these things again, His Highness would definitely be spoiled by these people.

This scene fell into the eyes of Dou Ying who was watching, and Wei Qihou calmly glanced at the "Goshawk" who could be described as hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, adding another layer of understanding to this person.

He cleared his throat and said, "Why don't you take a look first, Your Highness, what did the historian record?"

Xia Anran was taken aback for a moment, he followed Dou Ying's gaze and turned to the historian who had been writing in a dark corner with a small table, and couldn't help being surprised.

This guy's sense of existence is so low that he even forgot about him!

The historian raised his eyes to look at them, but sealed the scroll extremely neatly in his hand, expressing his rejection with practical actions.

Before Emperor Jing ordered the reduction of the vassal state system, all the local vassal court systems should be copied from the court. If so, of course there will be historians.

The historian of Zhongshan Kingdom was dispatched by Liu Qi.

After all, recording history is a professional job, and these talents basically come from professional families.If we talk about the historians of the Han Dynasty, we must first mention the Sima family. However, the Sima family is still an ordinary family of farming and studying. This small historian of Zhongshan Kingdom came from the Taishi family.

Taishi, one is the compound surname, most of them are from aristocratic families, and the other is the official name, this is the former.There are not many historians in the Western Han Dynasty. When he sent people here, Emperor Jing said that it was a newcomer who sent him here to practice.

Although such a person should not be the focus of training, but it is not bad to think about it.

And the professional ethics of being a historian is to record truthfully, if you want to modify it, it is absolutely not allowed.

The historian expressed his heart with firm eyes.Seeing this, Xia Anran said to him very sincerely: "I will just take a look, and I will definitely not change it."

The young people from the Taishi family glanced at him silently, and directly inserted the scroll into a cloth bag for preservation.

Xia Anran was shocked. Do historians always have such a bad temper?How did he survive with such a temper?

Every historian has the ability of meticulous observation and insight. Of course, he must also have unparalleled brain power and spring and autumn writing skills. The historian named after the Taishi has long noticed that if His Royal Highness King Zhongshan calls himself "a widow" Sometimes it's either an official talk, or a guilty conscience.

Others probably haven't noticed this yet, but in this country, no one pays more attention to His Highness the King than he does, and no one will always keep their eyes on His Highness Liu Sheng like him.

So he naturally knew the real intention of the little king.

The little king, who had just changed his court robe, was really curious. He slowly approached the young man in charge of recording the historical facts, stared at the young historian with his almond eyes very seriously, and expressed his thoughts with his eyes.

Under his intense staring gaze, the young man suddenly stood up and bowed to him.

Hey, are you going to let me see it?Xia Anran was a little excited to see the small notes of the big man's historian!Frankly speaking, he used to read "Historical Records" and "Hanshu" as novels!Now the resources here are scarce, and it has been a long time since I have seen any major gossip novels!

His hand honestly stretched out towards the scroll that had just been tied up, but the young man moved faster than him.Xia Anran just touched a little scroll bag and was taken away with a "whoosh".

The young man had long hands and long legs. After taking away the bamboo slips, he did not stop doing anything. He swept the bamboo scrolls on the table into his arms, and quickly left the hall.

His Royal Highness was left frozen in place.

Xia Anran was shocked.

At this time, his mind was full of "Is there such an operation? Can all the historians of the Han Dynasty be able to play like this?" is playing in a loop.

Dou Ying looked into the little prince's eyes and said calmly: "Your Highness, you don't have to force it, but most historians have the ability to remember with a photograph."

In other words, as long as they don't really want to change it, it's useless even if they snatch the scroll, they will write you a new copy every minute.

Dou Ying, who told this cruel fact, glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other people who "knew everything, but just didn't tell the truth", and thought that the composition of the little prince's courtiers was really interesting.

Well, he has already planned to record it and tell His Majesty when he returns to Chang'an.

Although he is upright, it does not prevent him from chatting with His Majesty as a relative about the juniors in the family and exchanging parenting experience.

The little king was quickly appeased, and Zhanjuan began to think about how to write a memorial.

Seeing his tangled face, which was completely different from when he was writing the sacrificial oration, Dou Ying suddenly said: "Your Highness, I should be heading back to Beijing."

Xia Anran paused for a moment, looked up at this uncle, frowned, and said, "Wei Qihou might as well stay for a few more days, and leave when the rain and snow stop."

It is only January now, and it is the coldest time. Even if there is a stove in the carriage, it is definitely not a good choice to travel far at this time.Xia Anran tried hard to persuade the other party to stay a little longer, at least until Queen Dowager Dou completely dissipated.

But Dou Ying said: "I have been away from Beijing for more than two months. It will be March when I travel and stay in the capital. I can go to the agricultural sacrifice. At that time, all affairs in the court have to be done. I can't leave without authorization for a long time."

Seeing that Xia Anran still wanted to persuade him, the man said bluntly: "It's better for me to transcribe your Highness's pleading document on your behalf."

Dou Ying was bathed in the indistinct gazes of several courtiers, her face was very calm: "Although I am not talented, I don't have the ability of photographic memory, I only remember [-]% or [-]%, and I will repeat the process to Your Majesty at that time. Adding His Highness's document makes it more objective."

Xia Anran was silent, he slightly lowered his eyelids to think, trying to grasp the key points in the mess.

What Dou Ying meant was that he had to go back to Beijing to explain the matter to his father before he could make it clear, but why?

There are many people watching the ceremony today, and there must be other forces in Zhongshan. Let alone whether the emperor has planted nails here, there must be many complex forces who pass by occasionally or are interested in inquiring about news, not to mention bringing them with them. The natural gossip messengers—ordinary people.

Frankly speaking, Xia Anran was just a little nervous before, but she never took this slip of the tongue too seriously.As the Taifu said, this shell is still young, and it is the first year of the feudal clan, so the emperor cannot have too high expectations of him.

A ten-year-old little king is already very good if he doesn't do anything, but if he can do well at every step, there is a problem.

But Dou Ying told him, no, the problem is serious.

Dou Ying is the nephew of Empress Dowager Dou, who has been located in the center of the court for a long time. Even though Emperor Jing Liu Qi is not willing to use him, the information source in the center of the vortex is definitely different from the complicated places beside it.

Are there any doubts that Zhidu, who was the prefect of the prefecture, and Taifu, who was a local, would ignore, but Dou Ying, who was a court official, would not?

--noble.

Or in other words, hairpin tassels.

Xia Anran's eyes condensed a little bit.

Xia Anran had previously reported the implementation of such a method of selecting talents, and invited the military flag used by Liu Bang, which can be said to be justified.But even if this is the case, can the local aristocratic family be able to endure it once, can it allow many times?

Thought and knew it was impossible.

He is the feudal lord of this place, and he has Zhidu and Cheng Buzhi two leading troops to escort him. It would be difficult to fight against him with force, or to fight from the inside.These two are bold and careful, Xia Anran has almost never encountered anything that needs to be worried since he came to the feudal clan, and he can handle government affairs with ease.

But what if His Majesty personally ordered to prohibit him from selecting talents like this.

Even if the courtiers around him were talented, the people would approve of it, but under the emperor's order, they were powerless to turn back to heaven.

What if his father ordered to attack repeatedly, and even transferred the courtiers around him away from here?

A tiger whose teeth and nails have been pulled out, even if it still has a strong body, has lost the ability to kill people with one blow.

So, is it possible?

may.

Xia Anran came to a conclusion almost without hesitation.

What kind of person Han Jingdi was, even the official historian could not draw a conclusion.

But in terms of the posture he showed, he was a man who could not stand the pressure of many people.

Don't you see that in order to appease the wrath of many feudal lords, he even beheaded his mentor, and even killed him, and even barbarianized him from the three tribes.What such kings fear is, of course, coercion.

Liu Sheng, the king of Zhongshan, is still young. It would be impossible to say that a 12-year-old child would rebel and become emperor.But what if in a few years?Especially Liu Qi has been in poor health since he was the prince.What is the most fearful thing for an emperor who is in poor health, getting older, and has experienced a large-scale rebellion by seven kings with the same surname?

It was the son who rebelled.

What Xia Anran said can't be regarded as wrong, but it just can't stand too careful scrutiny.

But fortunately, what words in this world can stand scrutiny?As long as you don't force yourself to over-understand, it's fine.

So Dou Ying had to explain it for him.He has always been known for his integrity and is the nephew of Empress Dowager Dou. In the eyes of outsiders, he should be a well-deserved neutral faction. No matter which prince is in power, he is invincible, and there is no need to favor any one.

If he went back to Beijing to report to Liu Qi as an uninformed bystander, and then brought Zhongshan King Liu Sheng's apology document "was awakened by the Taifu and felt that something was wrong", the emperor would laugh it off.Although it is possible to leave the impression that the emperor is fussing and being overly cautious, it is better to be cautious than to leave a pimple.

However, the price was that Dou Ying had to go back early, and if he hadn't deliberately explained to King Zhongshan, he would have to rush to Chang'an before others.Then Dou Ying must have something that cannot wait any longer to report to the Emperor of Han.

Xia Anran sighed in his heart, for a moment he didn't know what expression to put on.Before leaving Beijing, he was still a father and son, but now he has to deal with Liu Qi with the attitude of a monarch and minister, and a guarded attitude.

Fortunately, he adapted very quickly, and he was already prepared in his heart.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the young man's eyes were already clear. He smiled slightly and said, "In that case, Wei Qihou will wait a few more days before the king can write the letter. At that time, there will also be a convoy to enter Beijing. If you want to ask Wei Qihou to present something to your father, please ask Wei Qihou to go with him."

Dou Ying smiled and bowed: "I obey."

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At the end of January, the heavy snow in Zhongshan country has not stopped. It is really hard to go out on such a day, especially for those who have a heated kang at home, and they are almost on the verge of taking root.

But in this weather, there are seven or eight carriages parked quietly at the side door of the government office where King Zhongshan lived temporarily. Tail flick.

Standing beside the jujube-colored horse was a half-grown young man. The young man hadn't grown up yet, but he already had a handsome embryonic form.He patted the neck of Pacman's big horse, in exchange for the horse's intimate rub.

"Wan'er." Just as he was about to push away the horse's face that was full of soybean dregs, he suddenly heard someone calling him, and saw the little king in brocade coming out of the side door.Seeing that Dou Wan was only wearing ordinary clothes, he immediately widened his eyes: "Wan Er, why are you wearing such thin clothes?"

Dou Wan quietly looked at the young man in the wolf fur jacket, with a scarf around his neck, and a small charcoal stove in his hand, and said nothing. Xia Anran regarded him as a little nephew when he didn't speak, which is silly. So he quickly stuffed the stove in his hand into the opponent's hand.

Just as he was about to untie the scarf, someone stopped him by laying hands on him: "I'm not cold."

Dou Wan was about to continue talking, but when he saw the little king directly reaching out to hold his hand, he was taken aback for a moment.Xia Anran tried her best to feel it for a while, and looked at him a little reproachfully: "Wan'er, you can't be brave, your hands are so cold!"

The young boy looked down at the clasped palms of the two, then at the stove with the other hand before returning it, and said nothing.

The righteous Xia Anran didn't realize how inappropriate it was to compare with others with the hand that just covered the stove. He used the excuse of measuring the temperature of others and finally took hold of Dou Wan's little hand, imitating what he saw in the TV series. Talk to the opponent's soul.

Xia Anran is very optimistic about this young boy.

This guy was two years younger than him, and half a month after arriving here, he mingled into Cheng Bushi's subordinates without any violation.He was obviously a guest, but in the end he stood on the martial arts arena without hesitation and became Xia Anran's little examiner for talent selection. Facing adult men who were much older than him, he won more than lost.

It was Cheng who didn't know that he wanted to poach someone's corner. Of course, Dou Ying refused with a black face.

"Wan'er, I'll come and play with you when I go to the capital." Xia Anran, who wanted to poach someone with a child's skin, said these words without any pressure.After getting the little boy's consent, he shook the two hands that were intertwined, and said: "Wan'er, don't forget me when the time comes."

"No," the young boy looked at him seriously, he also shook Xia Anran's hand, and said, "Wanwan sweeps the couch and waits."

The author has something to say:

Xia Miao: I think I have to say something. Sweeping the couch is a serious term. Don’t overthink it. It means welcoming guests, right Wan’er?

Dou Wan: ...um.