Eastward Flow

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The house of Lezheng's house is in Qionghua Lane, which is the closest to the imperial city, where either the Marquis of Honor is a senior official. In this magnificent mansion, Zhen Beihou's mansion appears smaller. Therefore, on the day of returning to the dynasty from Houzhen in Zhenbei, the empress sent a decree to expand Hou's house as a gesture of love.

The mansion that was assigned to the expansion of Zhenbei Hou is just west of the original Hou mansion, where it was originally the mansion of Princess Xuanning, the former long princess. Princess Xuanning was the twin sister of the former Emperor of the Chu Kingdom, but the princess died long after the emperor gave birth to Zhongli Shuo. Therefore, the mansion has been empty for nearly twenty-four years.

Fortunately, during the reign of Emperor Assassin and Emperor Zhao, there were always people cleaning, so the expansion of Hou House only needed to open the wall separating the two houses. However, within a few days, the original princess Xuanning's mansion was changed to the western courtyard of Hou's house. After being cleaned up, Zhong Lishuo opened his mouth and moved into the clean western courtyard.

The winter days in Yuanzhou City came later than in the first city, but they were also colder. Already accustomed to this kind of cold Zhong Lishuo, on a day when the snow was clear and sunny, he was wrapped in a thick silver fox and walked in the snow-covered forest. She stepped on buckskin boots, looked up at the ice hanging on the peach branch, exhaled a long breath.

Cold and cold, this is the taste of Yuanzhou City in winter.

Really long gone.

At the end of Taolin, there is a wide, clear air-conditioned lake, withered willows barely on the shore, and a group of white geese swimming on the lake. Zhong Lishuo stood on the shore, looking at the only lively scene in this winter day, and optimistically thought, if it is spring, the green willows will hang on the shore, and the warm lake will have white geese and black ducks. Is more interesting.

Not to mention, the peach trees and pear trees planted in the western courtyard are full of beautiful flowers in spring.

No wonder my mother likes this kind of scenery. Now she lives here, is it God's pity to give her another kind of love?

"Second Son, Second Son ..." It was just when I was in the air that there was a call from a waiter. Zhong Lishuo turned his head and looked at the waiter in Tsing Yi wrapped in a turban. He ran towards her while running. Breathingly, "Hou Ye is looking for you, let you go to the lobby."

Zhong Lishuo smiled and watched the waiter standing in front of him, panting heavily and whispering: "Why did you come here alone, so that young people can find it better. It's such a cold day, if you One is not, what can I do if I catch a cold. "

"Asheng, am I fine?" Zhong Lishuo smiled, his face was mild.

The body's owner, Le Zheng, had never been able to recover from illness, and everyone in Hou's house knew how precious the second son was. Aso, who has been around the second son since he was a child, is full of worries about the young man's body. Little boy Lang stared at her with big round eyes: "Don't say you're okay, just last time, you ran out secretly, and you got sick for a few days, but you worry about your wife's damage. This body It ’s not just yours, your wife and young people are very concerned about you, and I hope that you will be on your mind ... "

After staying in this body for more than half a year, Zhong Lishuo, who has been familiar with the personality of everyone around him, knows how embarrassing his servant is. Seeing his indifferent posture, Zhong Lishuo quickly shifted the topic with a smile: "No Say my father is looking for me, he hasn't taken me to the front room. "

"Ah, yes, you can hurry, Hou Ye has been urging you to look for you for a while."

As Sheng said so, he led Zhong Li Shuowang to the front hall.

Walking to the front hall, Zhong Lishuo saw Zhenbei Hou, dressed in a righteous manner, talking and laughing with a middle-aged man with a long beard. Zhong Lishuo took a closer look, and after only a moment, he heard Zhenbei Hou said, "Go back, come here, this is my father's friend, Master Cheng Wen of Hongwen Museum."

"The boy sees the master of process." She walked over, bowed to the man, and looked up at a moment of surprise and hesitation in his eyes.

"This is my second daughter who listened to Da Si ’s life as a kid. Why, you do n’t lose money as a student." Because Le Zhengcu was sick in bed all the year round, in the early years, only the gentleman was invited to learn Some basic knowledge. As a father, Zhenbei Hou had only hoped that she would grow up safely. But now that he has finally survived the catastrophe, his hope of becoming a child is actually alive.

Hongwen Pavilion is a school for former Chu education honorable children and princes. In Qing Dynasty, the empress who inherited most of the Chu system still let officials' children attend the Hongwen Pavilion. The Hongwen Pavilion is divided into ten levels according to the day's work, and each level is divided into 12 divisions. First-year children are basically seven years old and read Gui. One year after enrolling in school, the students will be assessed collectively. The children who pass by will be graded next year. Those who haven't passed will still be grades.

I originally wanted to enter the Hongwen Pavilion. However, considering that many of the sons of foreign officials were studying abroad, they finally came to Hongwen Pavilion. Therefore, as long as such young people pass various levels of assessment, they can enter school.

Cheng Wen is a trainer in the Zi Geng class. As long as he passes his assessment and takes another trip to the Hongwen Museum, Le Zheng can pay for tuition and go directly to the Geng class.

As a puppet emperor who was indifferent to his officials in the deep palace, Zhong Lishuo was originally a little gentleman who could not reach a Hongwen Pavilion. But Cheng Wen is not only the sir of Hongwen Museum, but also Le Zheng of the Bureau of Music Bureau, which was given by Zhong Lishuo, only because Cheng Wen played a good piano.

It was one of the irrelevant things she did.

I just didn't expect that she, the piano listener, would be so destined to be a piano teacher, and once again met she became his student.

Cheng Wen looked at her carefully, looked at it for a while, and groaned with a long beard and said, "Hongwen Museum has no teaching, the second son can naturally become my student, but the son ... what will you do?"

"I have learned all four books and five classics, but I don't know how to do it." When her predecessor was an emperor, her knowledge fell a little, but it was also excellent. It's just that Le Zheng has been in bed for a few years, and where will she be so good before.

Cheng Wen picked up some and asked her, and when it was easy, Zhong Lishuo answered the question more completely, and the more difficult question was ambiguous. In this way, Cheng Wen also knows how much the child knows, and the assessment of Hongwen Museum can pass.

"It's okay to learn, although it is slower than others, but it is understandable because the study time is not long. Only children in the G class are younger than you, and the students I teach are only the twelve years old. The youngest is only eight years old. I do n’t know if my nephew is willing to be my student. "

Reading books with teenagers much younger than themselves, most young children are so proud that they can't hold their faces, and most people would rather go a few levels higher than the progress.

But Zhong Lishuo didn't think so. She lived in Lenggong in her previous life and had never entered school. There is an opportunity in this world, coupled with the kindness of his father, and the gentleman in front of him is a familiar person, there is no need to refuse.

So she bowed, saluted, and said, "Students are willing."

Cheng Wen rubbed his long beard and smiled with satisfaction.

The next day, Zhong Lishuo went to the Hongwen Pavilion for assessment. After successfully passing through, under the eyes of Mrs. Le Zheng's worries, Yu Longdong began his studies in the Hongwen Pavilion.

A sixteen-year-old student from the Hongwen Museum's Zigeng class has attracted the attention of many students in the museum. The younger senior students came to greet Zhong Lishuo one by one. After hearing that the older brother called himself a senior, they left with satisfaction.

Zhong Lishuo didn't care about these trivial matters, and just enjoyed a mirror-like life in the Hongwen Pavilion.

This little thing caused a little ripple in the Hongwen Museum, and as the year approached, a dark tide raged from the chaos to every corner of the imperial city.

And the owner of the Dark Tide Center, sitting on the throne of Chaohui Hall at the moment, wearing a black veil and holding a pen to read the memorial.

She is the founding empress of Qing Dynasty. Previously, she was the empress of Emperor Zhao, the prince of Crown Prince Zhaoming, and the general who repelled the wolf by the imperial assassin.

Folk people think that she is a war **** with a heroic appearance. Compared to the weak Emperor Zhao, the queen who heads north as a commander must have three heads and six arms.

She should have an upright body, a strong arm, and a look around the world.

Obviously, none of the women sitting on the throne at this moment.

She has the fair and beautiful face that all noble ladies in Yuanzhou City dream of, a slender figure, and slender fingers. She did not have a crown like all the emperors of the Chu Dynasty, nor did she wear a heavy dragon robe. Instead, she casually carried her long hair, wearing a simple shawl, and sat looking up. On the high post.

She looks so slender, but her thin shoulders have already shouldered the responsibility of a country. Beginning as a teenager, she has become accustomed to Her Majesty's tender appearance, and after narrating her important events, she looks up at the woman who is reviewing the chapters while listening to herself, and can't help but sigh again.

"Your Majesty, although the business is busy, but I still want you to take care of your body." As usual, add this sentence at the end, in this winter, but was burned by the earth dragon into the summer Zhaohui Temple, dressed in heavy Zheng Zheng His hands wiped the sweat from his forehead and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The earth dragon of Chaohui Hall has been burning high since the Emperor Zhao. The queen had already adapted to the temperature in the winter and did not feel anything wrong at the moment. When she heard the words, she glanced at Le Zheng, just seeing the other person was rubbing her forehead, and then turned to the maid and instructed: "Set the earth dragon down."

Having said that, he turned to Le Zhengzheng: "I know. You are doing this very well, and I will think about how to reward you."

"It is the responsibility of the courtier to share the grief for the monarch. The courtier is afraid, and his majesty does not want to consider it. The last time you ordered someone to build a residence for the courtier, the courtier is enough to attract people's attention." The words in front of him were always straightforward.

She smiled bitterly at this moment, but she looked a little uncomfortable.

Her Majesty gave her a glance, and said in a change to the memorial, "That was because of your father's merit, and Your Majesty's will." If it wasn't for more gossip, the house should have been expanded long before Zhenbei Hou returned to the DPRK .

"In addition, reward for merit and punishment if you have it. Isn't this supposed to be?"

Her Majesty spoke softly and softly, and she was a very gentle lady, no one would believe that she was a great general who had won every battle. But His Majesty, holding a heavy soldier, acted quite well. Three years after he ascended the throne, he thoroughly implemented the theory of rewards.

"Yes, what you are saying." Le Zheng smiled, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and asked: "The minister's affairs are done, but there is one more thing to ask you about the king of clouds, What do you think? The ministers urge you day and night. The King of Clouds is the only prince of the former royal family, or your little uncle. It seems to suit some people's minds. "

His Majesty looked up, gave her a high look, and said, "Why even you come to ask about this, that is naturally impossible."

"Of course, my subordinate understands this, but I just want to tell you that you are busy day and night and you haven't noticed many things. How to place the king of the clouds, would you ask the meaning of Princess Ping An?

Princess Ping An is the sister-in-law of Her Majesty. In addition to Princess Ping An, Her Majesty also has a younger sister, Princess Jingming. During the reign of the assassin emperor, the Northern Barbarians frequently committed crimes. The males of the p clan had killed as many battlefields as possible, and it was now the female emperor p Jingyu who inherited the generals' amulet.

In this world, the only remaining blood relatives of His Majesty are Princess Jing An and Jing Ning.

"Jing'an ..." His Majesty paused for a moment, and looked at Le Zhengyi in surprise, just right in the eyes of the other.

"King Yunzhong and Emperor Zhao are blood brothers. They have a gentle temperament and are very good at dealing with others. Not to mention he is not threatened and looks handsome and handsome. It is a good match." Le Zhengyu looked at her Majesty and stared at her. He said hurriedly: "And the long princess and the King of Clouds have been in the same window for several years, and their friendship is deep, and it will definitely be a good relationship for Jinyu."

"I don't know when you will become an Iceman." His Majesty paused, a little helpless in his tone.

Le Zheng swipes his sleeves, bows and salutes, and righteously says; "Chen is sharing his worries for his Majesty."

"This matter ... Rong Yun thought about it." She didn't care about the trivial things that would drag her into the wedding vortex. Her Majesty would realize that her beloved sister had been in the cloud of white fat some day ago. After Wang looked right in his eyes, a complex thought came into his mind.

Also, my sister is twenty this year, and it is the age of big wedding.

Her elder sister didn't do enough.

Thinking about it that way, he said, "I look back and ask Jing An."

Speaking of her sister, Her Majesty suddenly thought of something, looked at her childhood friend, and asked, "Don't you say that your little sister is ill? What is happening now, and this year's palace feast brings you to see." She thought He talked casually about the child who was thin in his friend's house.

Suddenly speaking of Le Zhengsu, Le Zhengyu thought of her sister's look that made her look embarrassing. The appearance that was too Xiao-like to the Emperor, appearing in front of everyone at this moment, will certainly cause some trouble.

Le Zhengzheng laughed and said casually; "Xie Xia's love, ministers and ministers, is not very good-looking. Besides, if the minister came with her to the palace feast, I'm afraid that the ministers will be affected. Her Majesty knows that she Study at Hongwen Museum. "

"Oh?"

"Because she was sick in bed all the year round, she can only read Geng now. If they come to the palace feast, those 12- to 13-year-olds will let her shout for seniors. She recently called her brothers and sisters as seniors too much. Now, you can forgive her. "Le Zhengzhao said, and made an expression of mercy towards His Majesty.

Xu is a young man's funny things, especially her Majesty smiled, and asked softly: "Did she really shout?"

"No, the other day Zhang Shilang smiled and told me that her son was very happy to tell her younger brother that she had called her senior."

"A real child." His Majesty nodded, praising him.

"Yes." Le Zhengxi nodded, and said, "The matter of the King of the Clouds has also come into being, but the ministers still won't take a rest. Your Majesty, I thought for a long time, and said I would tell you. You have been on the throne for three years, and the world is peaceful. It is time to consider a big marriage. Your Majesty, the Emperor is the most important thing. "

Le Zhengxuan bowed his head and did not look at her expression.

His Majesty stunned for a moment, and said gently, "You are one year older than me, and you are standing close to thirty. Don't worry about your own affairs, but dare to worry about it. It seems that it is time for me to let Zhenbeihou Urging you. "

"There are only parents in the family, but Your Majesty has thousands of people." Le Zheng said, standing upright.

The emperor's concubine is the cornerstone of the country. In any case, the empress will soon give birth to an heir.

But Jingying Peng didn't think so. Perhaps, from the moment she married Prince Zhao Ning, she never thought about having a child of her own.

Even if two women can get married, how can they come from the children.

Not to mention, she's not even here now.

His Majesty looked at the courtier below, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and turned his head to the south. At a half-sound, he responded softly: "I know."

Just like when Su Yanqing from the south handed the book of her **** to her, she just looked at the south and said gently: "This palace knows it." 2k novel reading network