The Prosperity of Jingdi Chronicle

After the winter, there was a strong wind blowing in Beijing for several days, and the weather suddenly cooled down.

On this day, the wind suddenly became a little weaker, and the weather also warmed up, but the sky was full of white flowers.

It will probably snow, and depending on the weather, it will be a lot of snow.

Wei Yan hurriedly walked on the palace road, looked up to the sky a few times, thinking so in his heart, but didn't stop on his feet, and quickly led people into a small courtyard on the north side of the palace, which is where the small kitchen of the emperor's palace is located.

The people in the small kitchen had already been ordered. Seeing him come in, someone immediately brought clean water to him, washed his hands clean, and then led him to the kitchen where the vegetables were cut.

At this time, two Sydney pears, a small basket of loquat leaves, and various kitchen utensils have been placed on the chopping board.

Wei Yan listened carefully to the instructions of the people behind him, picked out a small knife about seven or eight inches long on the case, turned it around twice in his hand, and then picked up a pear, peeled the skin carefully, and He did the same with one, and then changed the knife, cored two pears and cut them into small pieces.

Although it was the first time for him to do this kind of thing, someone was pointing him out in detail, and he held his breath and was careful while handling it, so nothing went wrong.

There was a clean casserole on the stove long ago. Wei Yan put the sliced ​​pears into the casserole, washed the loquat leaves and put them in. He added a few pieces of rock sugar, filled it with water, and covered it After the lid was removed, the work was finished. In the end, the person who took care of the stove helped him to boil the contents of the casserole slowly into soup.

He waited for more than an hour before the ice sugar pear and loquat soup was ready. At that time, it was already snowing outside.

The first snow of this winter was indeed very heavy, with goose-feather-like snowflakes fluttering all over the sky, and after a while, a layer of snow accumulated on the palace road.Seeing this situation, the witty servant had already brought an umbrella.

Wei Yan walked in front with his things in his hands, and the servant holding the umbrella for him walked behind him. A group of people embraced him and quickly returned to Dongnuan Pavilion.

"After the heavy snowfall, the weather will be even colder. An order has been sent to the governor of Kyoto to strengthen patrols in the city and try to distribute porridge and clothes to prevent the orphans and widows from freezing to death. The state governments must also take disaster relief as the primary responsibility, and there must be no mistakes."

As soon as he stepped into the inner hall, Wei Yan heard the emperor's hoarse voice. There was a throbbing pain in his heart. He hurried a few steps and came to the emperor.

"Where did you go? It's getting colder and colder this day, don't run around, let me worry about it." Jing Li leaned on the couch halfway, and was instructing the servant who held the pen to draw up an order. Seeing that Wei Yan came in at this time, He frowned and said a few words to him.

For ordinary people, at least during the mourning period, the funeral should be the most important thing, and other things can be put aside for a while, but the emperor is the king of a country, but he does not have such power. Even if he is still in the funeral of the queen mother, there are still countless The state affairs of the country need him to deal with, and many political affairs, the emperor has no time to deal with them during the day, so they put them at night to deal with them.

In the past few days, the emperor was heartbroken and worked hard day and night. At this time, his expression was sluggish, and there was no trace of his previous spirit. Wei Yan saw it in his eyes and felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.He didn't dare to say anything, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his voice would be hoarse, so he held the medicine cup in his hand to the emperor.

"What is this? Let it go for now, I'll drink it later." Jing Li frowned even tighter, and asked, but quickly waved his hand, signaling Wei Yan to put it aside.

"This is rock sugar pear loquat soup. It has the effect of reducing phlegm, moisturizing the throat and clearing the lungs. Your majesty has had a sore throat for the past few days and coughed at night, and the medicine didn't help. Drinking this is just right. This recipe was copied by the minister himself. Here it is, this soup was boiled by myself just now." Wei Yan tightened his mind before speaking, barely revealing anything wrong.

He learned this trick from Jing Ke.

It's a pity that Jing Ke didn't return to Beijing with the army this time, but was left in the frontier by the emperor to practice. It may take some time for him to return to the funeral after receiving the obituary.If Jing Ke was here at this time, she would be able to coax the emperor to stop his grief for a while.

Jing Ke used this trick to deal with Wei Yan, and it was tried and tested repeatedly. Wei Yan learned it and used it to deal with the emperor, and it was also very effective.

No, after hearing what he said, the emperor immediately took the medicine cup, held his hand, and took a closer look to make sure there was no damage, so he didn't say anything, and quickly drank the contents.

Although this is an earthen prescription, these few things do have medicinal effects in this regard. Putting them together to make a soup, the effect is not bad. After Jing Li drank it, his throat felt a little better, and the eyebrows finally relaxed. a little.

"Your Majesty, lie down and rest for a while. Read these Zhezichen first and write a summary. Your Majesty will read it carefully when he wakes up." Seeing the exhaustion on the emperor's face, Wei Yan was afraid that the emperor would not be able to bear it if he worked so hard. , quietly suggested.

The two servants holding the pens behind him were originally sitting at the small table below with their eyes downcast, drafting an order. When they heard this sentence, they paused their fingers, but they didn't raise their heads and continued to write.

Those who can achieve the position of writing and drafting edicts have long been the emperor's confidantes. They can hear what they say, and what they can only pretend to be inaudible. They all understand very well. At this time, they all naturally pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Anyway, it's not the first day for Marquis Yongning to come into contact with these political affairs. Normally, the emperor is too lazy to do it, and it happens from time to time that he asks him to help him turn over and write for review. Let them talk too much.

This kind of thing, the general promising king will definitely not agree.It is said that I will read it in detail later, but in fact it is just talk. With the abbreviation and summary, the emperor will definitely not read this batch of excerpts in detail. Have a look.

If the person who helped to read the books had any selfish intentions, it would be easy for the emperor to never see some books. If things went on like this, it was not uncommon for the country to fail.

If any honest and loyal minister heard Wei Yan's words, Wei Yan would probably be scolded immediately, but at this time, only the two servants who pretended to be deaf and dumb in the inner hall, the emperor himself heard This sentence, without any superfluous expressions, immediately nodded his head in agreement, Wei Yan naturally did not think what a taboo thing he was going to do, and no one would remind him what he was doing now.

In any case, Wei Yan is absolutely sensitive about some things, and he will never touch the things that the emperor taboos. On other things, he is so obviously stupid that the emperor can't get up the energy to wonder if he has ulterior motives. It should be considered a good skill.

Jing Li squinted his eyes and took a nap for a while. When he woke up, he saw Wei Yan seriously writing abbreviations.

Of course he knew what Wei Yan was doing, but he didn't mind.One is because Wei Yan is absolutely an upright and loyal minister in state affairs, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all; the other is because of some compensatory psychology, if he can't give Wei Yan any title, can he be in other respects, Give him some compensation.

What is the priority of being famous before and after one's life?He suddenly remembered the content of the Queen Mother's will.As expected of the person who gave birth to him and raised him, the Queen Mother knew him very well, and even knew exactly what he wanted to do in the future.

"Your Majesty only wants to satisfy his life, but he doesn't care about his posthumous reputation. Is it worthy of loving him?"

That was the queen mother's questioning of him in the will.His mother was questioning him, asking him if he really loved Wei Yan because he didn't want to cherish Wei Yan's posthumous name at all just to fulfill his own wish?

He didn't know, really didn't know, Wei Yan had told him countless times that he didn't mind those false names, but he cared so much, was it for Wei Yan or for himself?He has asked himself this question countless times, but he has never found an answer.

And it was the Queen Mother's will, how could he not obey it?

It is already unfilial of him not to accompany his mother to see him die before the sick bed, and it is impossible for him to make the Empress Dowager feel uneasy.

But because of this, he felt bad for Wei Yan, and he also felt very sad.What's more, he was full of love, and the queen mother suspected whether it was true love, but he couldn't refute it, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

In this way, the pain of losing his mother, the unsatisfactory things, and the multiple sorrows and sorrows hit him together, which made him so mentally weak, with haggard eyes.

"Why did your majesty wake up? Are you hungry?" Wei Yan finished reading a memorial, wrote the summary, and regained his focus, when he heard the sound of the emperor's breathing behind him, which was no longer as long as when he fell asleep, and immediately knew that the emperor had woken up up.

He turned his head to look, and sure enough, the emperor was looking at him with his eyes open.

"I don't have much appetite." Jing Li shook his head, indicating that he is not hungry yet.

But Wei Yan didn't listen to him, he still called people to bring the meal and served him himself.

"Your Majesty is here to serve His Majesty's meal. Your Majesty will reward you with some face." Wei Yan's voice was very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child in his words, and his behavior was even more coaxing a child, which made Jing Li dumbfounded for a while .

Although Wei Yan was a few years older than him, in the past, he was always coaxing Wei Yan, and now it was suddenly turned upside down. It was really a new experience, but this experience did not make him feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, it made his heart warm.

After the meal, he was even more vulnerable, forcing Wei Yan to drop those booklets and rest with him.

The emperor was sad at this time, in order to make the emperor feel better, no matter what he asked Wei Yan to do, it was not a problem, let alone just resting with the emperor.

The emperor asked so, Wei Yan didn't say a word, packed everything, and lay down beside the emperor.

In the middle of the night, as in previous nights, apart from the occasional coughing, the emperor was still vaguely shouting something.After Wei Yan woke up, he didn't wake him up, but just helped him wipe off the sweat from his forehead, then hugged him tightly, trying to comfort him.

"I am not wronged, and I have never doubted your majesty's sincerity." Every time the emperor shouted in his dream, Wei Yan told him over and over until the emperor calmed down again.

Wei Yan has also seen the queen mother's will, and thinks that some of the queen mother's words are very reasonable. The emperor's plan to do it is a willful thing. It's a good thing, but this method is too much, and the emperor can't sleep well now.

However, for the current situation, he has no good way to solve it. He can only take one step at a time and slowly unravel the emperor.

When the first snow fell in the capital, on the grassland outside the Great Wall, the winter snow had already fallen several times.

In the huge main tent, Zamul, the third prince of Beidi, is having a banquet.

The war that just passed had severely damaged the vitality of his tribe. It would probably take decades to recover to its prosperity, but he still managed to save his life.

To bow his head and proclaim himself a minister in order to survive was Wang Zhang's last choice, and it was also his choice.

"Mr. Fan is very capable. Your firm must have benefited a lot from this war. It's just that businessmen should keep their word. If your Fan's firm behaves like this, it may be difficult for you to move on the grassland in the future." Zamur signaled the maid to offer tea to Mr. Fan.

This Shaodong of the Fan's firm is indeed courageous. All discerning people on the grassland know that the Fan's firm is inseparable from the court of the suzerain. They must be responsible for the outbreak of this war. Today's businessmen are probably all It was the spies sent by the suzerain to monitor the tribes in the grassland, but they were not at all disturbed, and they still shuttled around the grassland with a cheeky face.

This young master even dared to come to see him. Even Zamul had to admire such courage.

"His Royal Highness, you don't need to worry about my Fan's business. My Fan's business will travel to every corner of the grassland. Because the place where my emperor's soldiers are pointing is the place where my Fan's footprints go." .” Regarding Zamuer’s slightly thorny words, Fan Abao’s reply was neither humble nor overbearing, and even sounded a little aggressive.

There are not only Beidi on this grassland, but also other countries. Once the emperor is interested, their Fan's firm will definitely go deep into the grassland, so what he said is not a lie.

"But these are all things for the future. In fact, I came this time to bid farewell to His Royal Highness." During Fan Abao's trip to the grassland, Zamur was the last tribe.

Although Beidi had already bowed his head and proclaimed himself a vassal, he had surrendered and considered himself a vassal of the imperial court, but he still walked around to see if the tribes still had the strength to fight again, and then waited to set off back to the capital.

As for Fan Abao, he will definitely disappear as well. This trip to the grassland is actually a remembrance of his life in the grassland in the past few years. I am afraid that he will not have such an opportunity again in the future, because he has vaguely heard that the emperor intends to send him to the grassland. He stayed in Beijing to listen to it, so he didn't know when the imperial decree would arrive.

Zamur didn't know about these things, and of course, he didn't need to tell him.

When Wei Minwen returned to Longyuan Fort on the border, Jing Ke was anxiously looking for him everywhere.

"Brother Minwen, the emperor's grandmother passed away, and the emperor called you and me back to Beijing. The road has been arranged, so you go and pack it up. Today, you and I will start our journey. We will change horses and not change people all the way. We will arrive in about a month and a half." The capital is here." When there was no one around, Jing Ke still wanted to call him Brother Minwen, but Wei Minwen told him several times, but it didn't work, so he had to go.

At this moment, the queen mother is going west with the crane. As a grandson, it is only natural for Jing Ke to return to Beijing for the funeral, but why does he rush back in such a hurry?

Wei Minwen was at a loss about this, and he was a little confused, but he still set off as scheduled under the help of everyone.

Of course he didn't know, it was because the emperor felt sad and wronged Wei Yan during this period of time, and it was rare for his conscience to find out that he finally decided not to be jealous of him anymore, and asked him to return to Beijing quickly to comfort Wei Yanzhi Heart.

At this time, in a certain house in the capital, Zuo Siming, King of Fengcheng, was admiring the snow.

Born in Nanyi, he had never seen snow in the first half of his life, but here, he has seen snow for ten whole winters.

It turned out to be almost ten years.

He stretched out his hand, let the snowflakes fall on his palm one by one, and turned into snow water again, so he never tired of it, like a naughty boy seeing snowflakes for the first time.

"Your Highness, your reply." At this moment, his teacher, Xi Mu sent him a letter, but the tone of Xi Mu's words showed that he strongly disapproved of his behavior, "Why do you need to go to provoke him?"

Zuo Siming looked at the reply letter and chuckled, "Teacher Xi Mu, you don't think that I have spent so much time collecting this information, and I have waited so long in Huai'an Temple just to have a word with His Highness the Crown Prince. Bar?"

"Your Highness, you know, we have no chance." If the emperor is stupid, they may have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, but today he is obviously a promising emperor, and there are many loyal ministers and good generals in the court, so they have no chance at all. any chance.

"There is no opportunity, you can create an opportunity. You see, the opportunity will come soon?" Zuo Siming smiled and raised the letter in his hand.

The hatred of subjugation and the pain of destroying the family can be forgotten by others, but he will never forget it, and he will never forget it.

Maybe what he does can't change anything at all, can't make the world chaotic, and can't make the country that has been destroyed reappear, but it's also good to watch the drama, for example, the drama where brothers turn against each other and father and son become enemies is absolutely very Wonderful, definitely worth his great anticipation.