Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

Sanqing Hall is very quiet, occasionally there is a "ding" sound from the exhausted copper, because it only rings once after a long time, and the crisp sound makes people feel very mysterious. [,

The era of Taizu Guo Wei has passed, but there are still many past events and traces left. Guo Shao walked among the simple and clean temples, and the pillars on the corridor were arranged in the shadow of the setting sun, giving him the illusion of walking on the corridor of time.

With respect and retrospect in his heart, Guo Shao looked serious, and felt that those trivial troubles were gradually becoming less important.

Walking to a door, the female Taoist priest who led the way bowed and said, "I'm reporting to the Empress Dowager, Your Majesty has come down."

"Please meet, Your Majesty." A quiet voice said.

When Guo Shao heard the quiet and beautiful voice, he suddenly felt a little weird, maybe it was the people around the imperial concubine talking. At this time, the female Taoist priest gently opened the wooden door, and Guo Shao lifted the hem of his robe and stepped in.

He was taken aback when he saw a very young woman sitting by a table in front of the window, she was the only one, and she could still sit when the emperor came in, obviously she was not an ordinary Taoist priest or court lady. This person is the Empress Dowager Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang stood up and looked at him.

Guo Shao came back to his senses, clasped his fists and said, "Are you the imperial concubine?"

Zhang Shi said: "Yes. Your Majesty came here in person, I'm sorry. Please, Your Majesty." She stretched out her robe sleeve and gestured to the futon opposite the wooden case.

Guo Shao felt very uncomfortable for a while, because it was completely different from the expected scene. This woman is not only very young, but also... can not be described in terms of beauty, but quite charming. As long as they are young women, there are many people who are pretty, but there are very few women who can really exude a certain temperament naturally. Fu Jinzhan is very charming in Guo Shao's eyes, not even Fu's second sister, who is just cute and kind.

But since he had come here, Guo Shao couldn't leave right away, so he glanced sideways at the open wooden door, took a deep breath and knelt down on the futon. He didn't like the pose the most, but after all, the other party was not familiar with him and had status, Guo Shao also said some courtesy, and didn't just sit cross-legged.

He was speechless for a while.

Mrs. Zhang acted very casually, and said: "I just made a pot of tea patiently, and there are saints coming and going, so I'll go get it."

Guo Shaodao: "How can you be so mean?" He implied that although he is the emperor, the other party is a generation older.

Guo Shao saw that her pace was a little hasty, and he had a feeling in his heart... This woman does not seem to be ascetic, she looks very calm on the surface, but there are very complicated things hidden in her eyes, she is not satisfied with the status quo, but also a little sad. It's just Guo Shao's personal intuition.

Mrs. Zhang came back soon, and she put out the small sand porcelain teacup, and then picked up a flat teapot to pour tea. Guo Shao politely stretched out his hand to hold the teacup, and then heard "Your Majesty, take your hand away, it's not good if you burn yourself." He let go of his hand and glanced at Mrs. Zhang who was pouring tea. She looked at the teapot and cup, but at this moment she slightly pursed her lips, lowering her eyebrows and lowering her eyes as if cautious. She has a beautiful and well-proportioned oval face, and she looks slightly smaller than the average northerner, but she is not thin. Her chest is pressed against the edge of the desk, and the curve is very obvious. Her skin is full and firm, and is characterized by its very whiteness.

Some women are like this, they are dressed tightly, but they just make people have evil thoughts just by looking at them.

Guo Shao suddenly felt that it shouldn't be, he couldn't blaspheme his predecessors, so he corrected his mentality and sat upright.

Zhang's voice said again: "I think His Majesty is a little surprised, do you think I am very old?"

Guo Shao sternly said: "The concubine is wise. But I have already understood that it has been less than ten years since I established the country in the Great Zhou Dynasty; it is only a few years since the great ancestor died." He sighed again, "The great ancestor swept the world, passed on his foundation, and has blessed future generations so far. Let the younger generations feel admiration."

Mrs. Zhang's expression changed slightly after hearing this, she put down her teacup, and sat silently across from her. She also looked emotionally heavy.

Guo Shao planned to drink a cup of tea, and then left after a few polite words. He said: "I will inherit the throne, and I will still serve the Taizu. I will regard the Taigui Concubine as an elder, and I will treat her kindly."

"Alas..." Mrs. Zhang sighed faintly, looking at the sunset outside the window, her eyes were a little dull, as if she had lost her vitality.

Guo Shao is a person with a keen sense, of course he can see Zhang's emotions. But he still only said what should be said: "The imperial concubine's nephew, Cao Bin, is still serving the country in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Your family will not suffer any unfair treatment."

After saying that, he took a sip from his teacup to express his trust and accept his kindness. Just now Mrs. Zhang still had the heart to take the initiative to find something to say, but now she didn't say a word and became very silent.

Guo Shao felt that he was someone he didn't know, and that he was the new king... and he was actually usurping the throne. He Guo Wei and Chai Rong had no relationship at all, and his identity was just a cover. I have replaced the imperial power of Jiangshan, and I can express my generous attitude towards the old ministers and concubines. I am already very kind.

So after he finished speaking, he put down his cup, cupped his fists and said, "The imperial concubine is here to clean up, I don't want to bother you for too long, so I will take my leave."

Mrs. Zhang seemed very rude at this time, she seemed a little angry, kept silent and ignored her.

Guo Shao glanced at her, then got up and bowed, turned around and left. At this moment, Zhang's voice suddenly said: "Wait!"

"What else can the imperial concubine order?" Guo Shao turned around and asked.

Zhang's face was complex, with sadness, entanglement, and melancholy appearing alternately. She opened her mouth, as if swallowing a sentence, her tone became cold: "It's been a long time since no one has played chess together. There is a chessboard here. Can Your Majesty accompany you for a game?"

Guo Shao glanced at the two porcelain cups on the case, and recognized the game of Go... He is completely illiterate in ancient Chinese music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knows how to lay a fart! A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face, and he was busy thinking of an excuse to decline.

Mrs. Zhang looked at his face and said sadly, "Your Majesty must have pity on me..."

"The imperial concubine is too serious!" Guo Shao said hastily. Inexplicably, love and sympathy rose in my heart... Women, especially beautiful women, can especially make men sympathize. Guo Shao is not immune either, he is not a hard-hearted person at all.

Immediately, he no longer refuses, thinking: A woman who lives in seclusion, why am I afraid of her? As long as I abide by etiquette, can a woman force me to do something I don't want to?

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." Guo Shao turned around and sat back on the futon.

Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out the chessboard and put it on, and asked again: "Does Your Majesty want black pieces or white pieces?"

Guo Shaodao: "Is there a distinction between black and white?"

Zhang said: "As you like."

Guo Shao gets a headache just looking at Go. He probably understands a little bit of the rules, that is, if the four sides are blocked and there is no space, the chess pieces inside have to be removed... But if you can play Go just by knowing this, wouldn’t those national players who have spent their entire lives studying Go be idle and depressed?

Guo Shao looked at the chessboard and murmured in his heart: What should I do? Playing chess indiscriminately is probably quite disappointing, but frankly not, Zhang may think it is an excuse.