You cannot ask or inquire about the emperor's condition. This is a huge taboo.

Life went on as usual, and the couple pretended not to know anything.

The conflict with the DPRK and China remains the same, and Lishan still refuses to give in.

The seventeenth year of Zhenguan passed in the cold wind.

On the first month of the eighteenth year of Zhenguan, Zhang Yang was shaving himself in front of the mirror.

"Why are you still wearing old clothes, and you haven't worn the new ones made at home a few times?"

Behind him was his wife's mumbling. Zhang Yang looked at his clothes and said with a smile, "These clothes are quite warm."

Li Yue took a displeased look and put a new piece of clothing on a shelf aside. She tidied up her long messy hair and said, "It's time for the children to wake up. Let's go see what's available in the morning."

Aunt Yang is getting older, but she still adheres to the old rules. She does not enter the bedroom unless necessary. She will only stand in front of the window and talk, "County Marquis, Duke Zhao Guo is here."

Unexpectedly, on the first day of the New Year, the first person to visit was Duke Zhao.

Zhang Yang wiped his chin and found a blood stain in the mirror. The blood stain was not big, just like a piece of skin that had been twisted open by fingernails.

Some bright red blood flowed out, so I wiped it off carefully, as shaving in the morning could cause problems.

I always feel like this is not a good sign.

Zhang Yang put on the new clothes prepared by his wife, put on his boots and walked out of the house.

Zhang Xin'an and her sister are also preparing. Today they plan to go to Chang'an to visit the Prime Minister.

Asking Aunt Wang to accompany the two children to Chang'an City, Zhang Yang came to the entrance of the village alone.

Today, Duke Zhao is wearing extremely thick clothes and looks bloated.

Seeing his children sitting in the car and leaving the village, Zhang Yang took a deep breath in the cold wind with his hands in his hands, which turned into a white mist in the air.

"I came here rashly, sorry to bother you."

Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "Don't bother me. In fact, we have very few guests in Lishan."

He glanced around and then said: "All the powerful families in Chang'an City are busy, but only Lishan is so deserted. If you don't mind, you can go to the village and sit for a while."

"No need." Changsun Wuji waved his hand and said, "I'll leave in just a few words."

Zhang Yang saluted and said, "It doesn't matter if you say it."

Changsun Wuji said: "I heard that the old man passed away."

"Yes, he did so many things for His Majesty, but after his death, he was only buried in the Zhaoling Mausoleum without leaving a name."

Changsun Wuji said: "There are many people in this world who work for His Majesty without leaving their names. The difference is what they do for the Emperor. Some people's experiences are very complicated, just like the old slave who helped the Emperor."

Those things you have done cannot be seen in the light."

Zhang Yang put his hands behind his back and said, "Zhao Guogong is not such a person."

"Zhang Gongjin said that you are different. He was very worried when Prince Gaochang and his son met such an end. Later, his guesses were confirmed one by one. People like you cannot hold military power."

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "The teacher did warn me like this."

Changsun Wuji said: "Once a person like you takes over the military power, there will be people in the court who will covet your achievements, and that will harm you. Looking back now, at least everything is fine. He was very lucky before he passed away. You listened."

His teachings did not govern military power."

Zhang Yang asked back: "Is this what you came to Lishan to say?"

Changsun Wuji shook his head and said: "Except for going to court every day, your Majesty has been walking around less in front of people recently, and many state affairs have begun to be arranged by the prince. I have asked people in the palace, and even the concubines in the palace are very

I rarely see His Majesty."

"Oh, you look so old, why are you still so gossipy?"

Changsun Wuji said again: "There is no small matter in the Tian family."

Zhang Yang frowned and said: "Mr. Zhao Guo, as the two most powerful relatives in the dynasty, is it appropriate for us to inquire about these things?"

Changsun Wuji shook his head and said: "It doesn't seem appropriate, but I asked the old people in the palace, and they were very secretive about the current His Majesty. I feel vaguely that something is wrong, and I want to ask you to see what you know."

Zhang Yang looked down at the ground where there were still some ice particles, "I don't know."

"Even if you know something, you won't tell me." Changsun Wuji looked unhappy, "Yes or no?"

"Zhao Guogong still hasn't told me what arrangements the teacher made when he returned to Chang'an City."

"That's it, farewell."

The conversation between the two broke up unhappily.

Zhang Yang felt a little lucky in his heart, Tian Khan, Tian Khan, you definitely didn’t expect that it was your closest old slave who told me the things you least wanted to tell others.

He was loyal to you, but he still chose to betray you when he was dying.

But he has left, and there is nothing to say now.

Suspicion is a very troublesome thing.

Does the emperor know that Lishan already knows about his situation?

So at this time, the emperor has handed over most of the state affairs to the prince. What kind of preparations will he make?

We will continue to keep relatives like Changsun Wuji in Zhongshu Province.

Or should we kick relatives like me out of the center of power?

In other words, the emperor would eliminate all hidden dangers before handing over a country smoothly to the hands of his next successor.

"Oops." Zhang Yang shook his head and muttered to himself, "Why am I becoming more and more gossipy?"

In Chang'an City, Zhang Qingqing personally brought his younger brother to the Prime Minister's residence to pay homage.

The wife of the prime minister arranged a grand ceremony to welcome the siblings, and all the family members came to greet them.

Zhang Qingqing saluted politely, "Master, you don't have to do this. This disciple is just bringing his younger brother to visit the Prime Minister on behalf of his parents."

Mrs. Fang narrowed her eyes and smiled: "I can't afford to be called a master's wife."

"The prime minister is my brother's teacher and also my teacher, so he deserves it."

Mrs. Fang smiled even happier and led the siblings into the mansion.

Zhang Qingqing looked at the house and said: "We all use colored glaze for windows in our house. I will ask the craftsmen from Lishan to bring some over some other day."

Mrs. Fang quickly said: "This is not allowed, our family..."

"Mrs. Fang, please don't be polite. This is the disciple's filial piety."

"Oh, you Lishan are really..." Mrs. Fang smiled from ear to ear, "You are so generous, Dalang! Erlang! Come and see the little princess."

Fang Yizhi and Fang Yiai saluted together.

Zhang Qingqing walked all the way to the study and looked up and down, "The Prime Minister's study should also be improved."

Fang Xuanling was sitting in the study. When he saw the visitor, he looked a little troubled and said in unison: "I have seen the little princess."

Zhang Qingqing returned the greeting and said, "I've seen the prime minister."

Seeing the child walking into the study, Mrs. Fang dismissed a group of relatives.

The only ones left in the study were the brother, sister and the prime minister.

Zhang Qingqing handed over a box of tea, "I can't say it's expensive, but I hope the prime minister won't dislike it."

Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and said: "You are going to install glazed windows in my house, are you still short of these tea leaves?"

"The Fang Xiang misunderstood. My father has always had a rule. Our children cannot join the officialdom. The Fang Xiang only needs to teach his younger brother how to behave. You don't have to worry too much."

Fang Xuanling's expression became much more relaxed.

Zhang Qingqing added: "It's just that my younger brother is dull and doesn't know how to speak. I heard him say that he sat in the study with Fang Xiang all day without saying a word."

Zhang Xin'an is a good boy.

The magnanimity shown by Zhang Qingqing is also extraordinary. How did he develop such magnanimity? He looks like he is only ten years old, but he can still be so calm when he first comes to someone else's home.

Fang Xuanling took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, good tea."

Zhang Qingqing continued: "Mr. Fang, my brother will bother you more in the future. You must not be polite to Lishan."

Fang Xuanling sighed with emotion, "I am not just being polite to Lishan, I am an important minister in the court..."

"My father has a rule for a long time. If the children in the family do not become officials, they will not become officials in the court. This is a family rule!"

Fang Xuanling hesitated to speak...

Zhang Qingqing sat in front of the Prime Minister, took out a peacock feather fan, and shook it slowly, "Prime Minister, my brother is too clumsy. If there is anything wrong with me, I, the elder sister, will apologize to the Prime Minister."

"Absolutely not. It's just that I have many things to arrange at court. When I have some free time, I will teach you carefully."

"Peace of mind."

"My brother is here."

Zhang Qingqing's eyes indicated with a smile on his face, "Bring me the picture you drew yesterday."

Zhang Xin'an took out a piece of paper from her arms in a panic.
To be continued...