The world is for the public GL

Chapter 15

When I look at the palace again when there is no wine, everything is very depressed.

Pointing to the side of the lake pavilion, about a corner of the eaves of the palace rising above the ground in the east, he asked the little eunuch next to him: "Who lives there?"

"It used to be the place where the queen lived. In the 38th year of Yong'an, the queen went there."

Such a casual finger is a thing of the past.

"Princess Jili went there in [-]?"

"Exactly."

What a poor king, the queen might be over 40 when she goes?Guessing like this, thinking about it in the history books, but I really didn't remember much about the queen.

I laughed when I thought about it again, Duke Qing Xi is still there, I am afraid that no one would dare to move these books out and make them public.

However, Fuan next to him has some knowledge. When his father-in-law in his 30s first entered the palace, the queen passed away a few years ago.

Seeing that Zisang asked, he responded: "Actually, before the empress, the king also had a regular wife. This one was made up later, and her actual age was only in her early twenties."

what.

Zisang was a little strange: "How can you turn upright at such a young age?"

"The empress is the younger sister of General Zhou Zai. At that time, the general's ancestors were good generals for generations, so he was qualified to be the first in the harem."

The two died only half a year apart.

Looking at the palace again, it is very deserted everywhere, many courtyards in the east and west are empty, only the palace people who have been replaced from generation to generation are left to protect the high walls and empty courtyards.

The flowers and leaves around are growing well, and they are still the same year after year.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky is in the south and the cold wave has not come, people carry a pile of books and follow along. Zisang can read flowers and books, or look at koi by the lake, and then turn a few pages.

I haven't read much for many years, but fortunately, Mr. Qingyang can still recognize the characters taught in the past, otherwise he would feel ashamed of his old man.

Half a day passed, and his eyes were tired, so Zisang asked someone to take fish food in his hand, put the scroll and put it beside him, and squatted beside him to tease the few red fishes.

I haven't seen fish of this color in the mountains before, and I don't know if it can be eaten. It's good to grill it on a fire and smell the aroma.

But the eunuch next to him said that the koi is like a spiritual creature that symbolizes luck and prosperity, so it cannot be caught.

"What happens if you catch it?"

The palace man shook his head, no one caught him.

He was so fat, and when he finished throwing out a handful of fish food in his hand, Zisang stood up and saw a man with white beard and hair standing next to him. On the brocade robe, blue and gold silk threads were hooked with different kinds of mythical animals and herbs.

Seeing his age, he still called out. After thinking about it, he said calmly, "Grandpa Wang."

After calling, the man squatted back to the original place, picked a slender grass beside him and picked it into the water to tease the fish. In fact, he was only about 16 years old. When he squatted down, his body looked small.

Duke Qing Xi looked at such a small body, and his face that had just stiffened loosened a bit, and he raised his hand to look at the book he brought from the booth next to him.

"Qingyang said, you usually read some historical stories when you were young."

Hearing the name of Mr. Zisang, the grass in Zisang's hand fell down, and several red-bodied fish crowded together, not knowing which mouth belonged to which body, and swallowed the grass with a chirp.

Zisang stood up. She was half a head shorter than her grandfather Wang, but she was quite tall among women.

"When did you meet Qingyang?"

Seeing her calling you jealous directly, the eyes of the father-in-law next to him were about to fall out. Before he could teach her, Lord Qing Xi said first: "My name is Grandpa Wang."

After saying that, Qing Xigong tilted his head and coughed heavily.

The old man next to him came up to support him, and hurriedly brought the soup and medicine: "This side is near the lake, and the wind is strong. Your Majesty, you should go back to the hall to rest."

Trying his best to drink the bitter things in the cup, Qing Xigong waved his hand, pointing to the green lake in front of his eyes: "I'll take a look at these things, and don't take a look at them."

After coughing twice more, he finally returned to that calm and superior posture, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Zisang.

Zisang knew that he had just spoken disrespectfully, so he had no choice but to ask again: "When did Grandpa Wang meet Mr. Qingyang?"

"It was the year you lost."

"Where did you go, sir?"

"A person like him whose whereabouts are erratic, the widow bows his head in vain, and never knows his whereabouts."

No matter how much, Zisang didn't think about Mr. Qingyang's whereabouts anymore, after all, after all, Mr. Qingyang was already a hundred years old.

Qing Xigong flipped through the scroll in his hand again, and looked at Zisang's face. He felt that he was too beautiful, and it was difficult to know what was inside when he was a beauty.

A few days ago, I asked the palace people over and over again what Shijun was doing, and they always replied, drinking.

After going back and forth like this, his gray hope was completely defeated, because he didn't intend to come to see such a granddaughter.

It's been two days since I stopped drinking. I just looked around and asked here and there. I happened to come out and walk a few steps and met her. Let's see what kind of woman she is.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that it is more similar to the people back then. After all, it is my flesh and blood.

In a moment of emotion, Qing Xigong wanted to say Qingyang's prophecy words back then, but then he thought it might have helped to grow such a person's temperament, so he hid half of the words: "Qingyang said that you are a king, you can For the good of the people."

That gentleman, Jing Ai was talking nonsense, and when he came down the mountain, he said, I'm going to help you fight for the world, so that's what he was referring to.

If I had known this, I should have hugged his thigh and told him, what kind of world do you want, sir, it would be better for us to order white rice and cook porridge and pickles by ourselves.

"Mr. likes to fool people, especially those in high positions, such as the first emperor." Zisang smiled and looked at the old man with sharp eyes and slightly sunken eyes.

If he knew that there was today, the master would definitely be happy to have fooled an old emperor again.

Zisang is smiling like this, he looks a bit young and youthful, although he can't be an emperor, he is quite satisfactory to be a grandson.

So Qing Xigong's beard also shook, and he said with a smile: "Hehe, the widow has caused him a lot of trouble."

No matter how bad it is, it is his bloodline. After all, he has several descendants and grandchildren, but he is reduced to only one bloodline. I am afraid that this bloodline will not be preserved.

The country is separated from generation to generation, and the crown and clothes of the emperor's tomb are often stained with blood.

"Sir, why did you harm you?" Zi Sang followed Qing Xigong, and sat down in the gazebo, restlessly bent his feet on the chair and hugged them with his hands.

Husband Dezhang stared and said, "It's nothing more than being waved by Qingxi Gong, let her, since she can't sit in a high hall anyway, let her live at ease."

Where do you look like a widow.

"It was Mr. Qingyang's divination that sent the widow to this tiring throne."

I was happy at that time, but after many months, the years overlap, the past piles up, there are so many joys and sorrows, and so many sorrows and sorrows.

If I don't ascend the throne, and don't control the four directions, I may just settle down in a corner and live the life of an ordinary prince.

It's just that who would know what would happen today if it wasn't the case back then.

Zisang followed Qi Qi: "I also find it tiring and boring, but so many people still want to be, so it's good to have it."

In the area of ​​ten thousand chariots, four directions come to court, ninety-five emperors, bowing their heads on all sides at one order, the scenery is on the surface, what's the use of being unbearable in history.

Duke Qing Xi in front of him is so old, with such a body, delicacies from mountains and seas are no more than a bowl of sunflower seeds, and a storehouse full of gold and jade, what's the use of him, there are so many beauties in the world, he doesn't want it either.

After much deliberation, such a king, what does he care about Jiazi's age, Zisang laughed: "Grandpa Wang, what are you planning in this life?"

Qing Xi raised his thick white eyebrows, and instead of answering, he asked instead: "The things in the pictures of different ages are different, you should tell the widow first, what are you drawing?"

Shaking her head, she thought of Bai Yunmo, but she still said, "Nothing."

Fu beard, hehe, I don't believe it.

Ask again: "Sitting here now, you don't care about wealth and honor, and you don't worry about food and clothing. What did you think about when you were in the mountains?"

"It's good to go out hunting. It's good to shoot an arrow through the throat. It's good wine to go with the meat when it's roasted." It's still a pure life in the mountains, just thinking about the stomach and taking care of leisure.

At least there is still a picture, Qing Xigong coughed again, drank the soup and said: "People are like this, if they get a lot, they don't know what it is."

"Grandpa Wang holds the world in his hands, so he doesn't know what it means."

It turns out that such a man is worse than himself.

In fact, Zisang knew what she was planning now. She planned to have a simple relationship with Bai Yunmo, choose a place to turn off the lamp every day, walk around the street with a fan, and listen to the opera on the fence.

Thinking about listening to the opera, she recreated in her eyes the peaceful and prosperous time when all the girls on the painting boat danced together before the fire.

His pupils moved, and he was faintly acidic, but he didn't know why he felt this way.

"If you really have gained so much, such as the world, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are yours, then you have to hold on to it and pick it up, how can you not know what it means."

Qing Xigong raised his hand and patted himself on the shoulder, with a smile on his face, but also vicissitudes: "Here, the burden is heavy, and I dare not bend down for a moment."

What is being carried is not the picturesque mountains and rivers, but the stable and blessed site of the people, and the scale beam that cannot be shifted from left to right.

"The hateful widow made you lose your father-in-law?"

Zisang was silent, she couldn't shake her head, she couldn't nod her head, and she couldn't tell. In fact, she didn't know her father-in-law very well, only met a few times.

Duke Qing Xi sighed, coughing uncontrollably, the father-in-law next to him hurriedly helped him back to the palace to rest earlier.

After finally stopping, Duke Qingxi murmured as he walked:

"If a widow kills a son, it's not because of his lack of anger, no matter how angry he is, he can't kill his own flesh and blood.

It is the law of the country, the livelihood of the people, the position of the widow, not the widow, but the steelyard on the shoulders of the widow who kills the widow's children and grandchildren. "

The old man with white beard and hair who walked slowly away against the background of the lake waves suddenly hunched over his shoulders.

The country has always been delicate, and heroes are more than just bowing down.