Chapter 213 Where was the past

The snow covered the sky, covering the ripples and frost on the city wall, and also flooded the crowds of people coming and going on the street, making Bianliang City wrapped in silver, less bustling and noisy in the past, and a little quieter.

In the imperial city, heavy snow sprinkled between bricks and glass, and the coldness of the night roared in the palace hall. In the Wende Hall, Zhao Guangyi was wearing a black brocade jacket. The four stoves in the hall were burning, which was less cold than those shivering eunuchs outside the hall.

The sound of sway footsteps came from far to near. Before long, a cup of smoky ginseng tea was handed to the front of the case. Zhao Guangyi did not look up and continued to look at the memorial in his hand. After a while, he said, "Have you taken it all the count?"

He bent down and answered in a low voice, "Go back to the official house and count it out. This time, Lord Yang sent back 300,000 taels of tattoo silver."

He put down the memorial in his hand and got up. Zhao Guangyi walked to the side of the hall. Behind the half-roll curtain in front of the stove, there was a map of the topography that had been painted for a long time.

The charcoal fire squeaked, and the slightly shaking flame reflected on his more and more resolute face. Wang Jien was on the side, bowing his head in the air.

The afterglow glanced, as usual, the white hand brushed over his familiar terrain map, without exception, it was the land of clouds.

"For three or five years, I will definitely go north with a large army to defeat these Khitan barbarians and regain our Song Heshan!"

His hand clenched his fist and hit the word 'Youzhou', and a fierce imperial momentum also dispersed. Wang Ji'en, who pressed him, quickly whispered, "The official family is diligent, the world is clear, and the government and the field are all at heart. Our Song Dynasty is like a red sun, and the barbarians of the four corners of the people must bow down."

Zhao Guangyi was silent. His eyes went up along the topographic map and fixed on the red circle for a long time. The murderous spirit spewed out again. Wang Ji'en, who was stabbed, only felt cold.

"How's the boy in southern Fujian?"

Hearing the words, Wang Jien felt much more comfortable all over his body. He lowered his head, covered his sweaty face, and said in a trembling voice, "Go back to the official home. Lord Yang is honest and honest in Fujian, but he is quite praised by the people."

Back to the dragon chair, Zhao Guangyi closed his eyes. Then Wang Jien hurriedly wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He glanced at the desk and happened to see the uncombined memorial.

In a faint time, it seemed that I saw the three words 'Fujian Road', and then to the lower end of the memorial, it was the exclusive imprint of Zhongshu Province, and suddenly some enlightenment came out in my heart.

Since Yang Yanzhao went to Fujian Road, there has been a storm, involving cult rebellion, killing court ministers and killing the people. Although the army calmed down the chaos, the land of southern Fujian later became more and more noisy in the court.

Since Taizu set up Lufu, when has there been a precedent for the New Year and the weak crown to take charge all the way?

Although Yang Yanzhao is the champion of the new subject, he is only a yellow-mouthed child in the eyes of many old ministers. How can he have this ability? What's more, he is also the son of a surrendered minister in the Northern Han Dynasty.

Therefore, the memorial flew all over the sky, but the official's heart was always like a rock and did not send any decree to Fujian Road. Even if the palace was full of imperial adjutants and ministers, they did not change their minds. Even if the ministers compromised and proposed to send the judge Zhizhou to southern Fujian, the advice was not adopted.

Fortunately, there is a great drought in Fujian, and there is no chaos, and there are no casualties of the people, which makes the officials have a reason to block Youyou's mouth.

It's just that now, Zhongshu Province has re-examined that officials are afraid that something is going to change.

He secretly speculated that Wang Jien did not dare to say anything. On the table, the smoke of ginseng soup was still permeated, and even the quiet sound of breathing in the hall felt a little harsh.

The wind and snow outside the hall are still roaring, as if the charcoal fire in the hall trembles.

After a long time, Zhao Guangyi opened his eyes, pushed the notes aside, and picked up the wolf's pen on the desk. Seeing this situation, Wang Jien quickly took the rice paper beside him, spread it out respectfully, and pressed the rice paper with ink jade weight paper. Then he retreated to one side and grind the inkstone.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at what was written under the pen. When the ink fragrance floated and the pen fell on the inkstone, Wang Jien quickly took over the folded rice paper.

"Go, give it to the person sent by the boy and take it back."

He took the order and was about to leave, but he heard it and said, "Is there anyone who is thoughtful in the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

After a moment of sternity, Wang Ji'en bowed his head and said, "Go back to the official family, the head of Linhua Palace is quite clever."

"Linhua Palace?"

Zhao Guangyi obviously didn't expect to hear this sentence. Later, he laughed and scolded at Wang Ji'en, "You old skin, you can behave well. Why don't get out of here!"

Seeing the calculation in his heart at a glance, Wang Ji'en suddenly shouted for mercy, and then bowed and retreated out of the hall. When he walked outside the eaves of the corridor, the cold wind hit the bone. He didn't feel cold. He waved his hand and retreated to the Qingyi waiter who followed him. He looked at the south sky with joy and whispered with a smile, "Is our family a coincidence or a good boy?"

After saying that, he shook his sleeves and walked aside, leaving the eunuchs in blue to look at each other at a loss, and then strode forward.

Outside Bianliang City, it was covered with snow. Guo Huai looked at Zhang Qian and Li Zhi behind him and said a few words. He jumped on his body and looked back at the ice and frost-stained ancient city. After all, there was a trace of loss in his eyes.

On the side, Xiao Muchun couldn't help sighing. Only Zhu Li was a little happy. Bianliang was prosperous. Although he had seen enough in the last few days, he was also seen. What made him most happy was that he came with the snow and went by the snow. In the wind and snow, he rode and rode. How happy it was.

"Brother Guo, be careful all the way. When you see Yan Showa Jinxi, treat me and my brother Yuanpei well."

Zhang Qian was a little thinner than a few months ago. As an official in Beijing, he also took over his mother. When he was supposed to be in high spirits, he became more and more depressed.

If it hadn't been for the fact that his eyes were still as bright as before, Guo Huai would have felt that he had been hit hard.

"Yes, Brother Guo, you have to tell Brother Yan Zhao that Li Yuanpei misses him very much. If he has a chance, he will come back to Bianliang early, so as not to suffer in Fujian."

He hugged the two of them, and Guo Huai raised the whip in his hand. The horse's hoofs walked quickly and walked away with the wind and snow.

The wind and snow are all over the sky. In a tea shop in the east of the city, Wen Zhongshu and South Korea sat cross-legged. In front of him, the cup of smoke was dazzling, and neither of them was silent.

On the side of the cup, there are two rice paper. The handwriting is quite thin and beautiful. It has long been very familiar. In the thin tendons hide the front, it is a work that was once familiar with.

' Xiaolai Luo Tuo Fu Yu Yong, humiliated you for 20 years, gave up his appearance and arrogance, and led the reunion with his brothers. The wanderings may gather together in the clouds, and the thin eunuchs are like a net. When Mr. Wu asked, he was willing to compare the yellow silk with the green felt.

How can we not know the meaning?

Thinking about the past, and looking at the current scenery, Wen Zhongshu only sighed, and Korean Hua was also silent, complacently drinking warm tea.

On the bricks and tiles, there are layers of ice and snow. In front of the slightly ordinary yard in the alley, the little servant in a brown jacket said with an apologetically smile, "My prince's body is stained with wind and cold. I'm afraid I can't go to the prince's house to talk about it these two days. I hope the bodyguard can take care of it and say a few good words with the prince."

Even so, the other party could only say a few words and walked back with the accompanying people. Seeing that the person was sent, the little man quickly closed the wooden door and walked into the house.

"Have they left?"

Neitang, Xiang Minzhong asked softly. His white face was ruddy, which seemed to be a little better than usual.

"According to your instructions, the guards of the royal palace are not blamed and have been taken in and left."

He waved his hand away from the little man and took a deep breath to Minzhong. His slender fingers stroked a piece of paper on the table. Later, he closed his eyes and said no. Perhaps he was feeling the strength in the small words of the fly.