After coming out of Qianqing Palace, Zhang Chengtai's whole back was wet. When the cold wind blew, he felt cool. Just now, he was kneeling on the cold ground of Qianqing Palace, pouring beans through a bamboo tube to gather martial arts heroes and raise dead soldiers. Everything was explained, including the establishment of several secret farms and the amount of money in the small treasury. They were told without reservation, and even the matter of sending someone to send gifts to Yuan Feng was not left out.
Of course, Zhang Chengtai would never admit that he had any bad intentions. As a prince, he could not help his father solve his problems, so he had to indulge in martial arts. Even if he gave that Yuan Feng a precious Tang sword, he only admired him. His sword skills are just outstanding.
Unexpectedly, the emperor did not fly into a rage, and did not even say a harsh word. He just said lightly that he understood. This made Zhang Chengtai feel chilled and despaired.
He couldn't help but remember that when he was a child, he mobilized his second brother and fourth brother to make enemies of his eldest brother. The three brothers fought in a group, and he secretly had fun on the sidelines. That time, his father was very angry and beat him severely with a ruler, and he also starved himself for two meals. .Afterwards, he taught himself the principle of sincerity and sincerity: brothers working together can break through metal.
His father is no longer the father he used to be. He hasn't spoken to him for a long time, and he doesn't even bother to scold him when he makes a big mistake. This makes Zhang Chengtai panicked. Could it be that his father is already planning to abandon his son?
Very likely.
He staggered back to his palace, sat down with despair, drove away all the eunuchs and maids, and sat alone like this, from dusk to sunset, and then to dark, he thought a lot Many, everything he has done is transparent in the eyes of his father. There are countless spies of Cao Shaoqin in this palace. The secret strongholds he spent a lot of effort to purchase were destroyed as soon as the Jin Yiwei said they were destroyed. Those so-called dead The soldiers didn't even have a chance to resist.
I am still too young. I have no territory and no army. It is difficult to achieve a career under the eyes of my father!
Those conspiracies and tricks in the past were so childish and ridiculous. It was pity that I still vowed to make wishes to my cronies. After I ascended the throne, I granted this and that title. It was like a child playing house. My father could destroy everything he had carefully built with just one little finger.
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In the southwest corner of the capital, this place is not as prosperous as the Confucius Temple area. The ancient alleys are quiet, the trees are towering, and the wheelbarrows are squeaking on the ancient bluestone road. In the cold winter, there are not many people on the street, not even the waiters in the restaurants. He was too lazy to stand at the door and yell, so he hid behind the door like a cat.
The sky was overcast, and ice particles mixed with rain fell down. Pedestrians on the road quickened their pace and rushed home. Two men without umbrellas hurried a few steps and ran to the awning outside a small restaurant at the corner of the street to stand and hide from the rain. One of them is Yuan Feng.
Liu Songpo lived in the alley across the street. He had always wanted to visit him since Yuan Feng came to Beijing, but Liu Songpo was always not at home. He was either visiting friends or going up the mountain to listen to Zen. Yuan Feng was not discouraged and came to visit him every now and then. Encountered this sleet.
There were two pairs of tables and stools in the shed. Yuan Feng and Ye Kai sat down and looked at the street scene of the capital in the rain, which was quite unique.
After all, this is the capital city. Even the houses of ordinary people are made of bricks and tiles, with blue bricks, gray tiles and white walls, ridged eaves, narrow doorways, small bridges and flowing water, coupled with the drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River, the whole thing looks like a city. The ink painting reminds me of the heavy snowfall in the northwest frontier, the ancient Xiongguan Road, and the loess castle. It really makes me feel like I am far away from this world.
The two of them came in disguise. They were all wearing green cotton robes and sheepskin waistcoats. They looked ordinary. After sitting under the awning for a while, the cotton curtain of the small restaurant opened and a young waiter came out and said
: "It's cold outside. Please invite me inside, sir. There's a stove in the room."
Yuan Feng hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you very much, brother, it's good for us to sit outside."
The boy blinked, said nothing, and retreated.
Before I knew it, it was time for dinner. The business of the small restaurant was pretty good, and there was an endless stream of customers. Soon, a rich aroma could be heard from behind the curtain, which was the smell of beef soup.
Yuan Feng looked up at the restaurant's cover, which had four words written on it: "Sanshan Noodle House."
"Ye Kai, do you still remember, when we went to Lanzhou for the first time, the four brothers had a bowl of ramen."
"Why don't you remember that we lost our money for transportation and couldn't find it when we went to the magistrate's office? We relied on charity from others to eat a bowl of noodles. That bowl of noodles was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life."
"Me too. That bowl of noodles is really delicious." Yuan Feng fondly recalled the past events of his youth, feeling very sad.
Suddenly the door curtain was lifted, and the boy came out with a tray and placed two bowls of noodles in front of Yuan Feng and Ye Kai. The large blue and white bowls contained noodles of even thickness. The soup was clear, and there was a thick layer of light yellow noodles on top.
Dry cut beef slices, pour red chili oil on top, fragrant.
Yuan Feng was a little puzzled: "We don't want to meet?"
The boy said: "It doesn't matter, this is from the store." After saying that, he entered the house.
Yuan Feng and Ye Kai looked at each other in confusion. The owner of this small restaurant was really a hot-tempered man. He probably thought that they had no money to eat and were too embarrassed to enter the house, so he gave them two bowls of noodles as a gift.
They were kindhearted and couldn't live up to it. The two took out the bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick cage and started to eat. The noodles were very chewy, and the soup and chili were also very authentic. It didn't look like Beijing snacks, but more like the northwest style.
The two devoured the noodles, took out their money and prepared to go in to say thank you. They opened the door curtain and walked in. They saw that the place was not big, with only seven or eight tables. Everything was spotless and clean. There was a big stove in the room.
A customer was sitting at the table, engrossed in eating noodles. The waiter, with a handkerchief on his shoulders, squatted by the stove to warm himself. The sound of beads on an abacus came from behind the counter. It must be the shopkeeper calculating accounts.
Yuan Feng stepped forward and placed a small silver lock on the counter. Just as he was about to speak, the accountant behind the counter raised his head. He had a flawless oval face, two big, deep and clear eyes, and was dressed in blue cloth.
The cotton skirt is clean and decent, and the mane hangs down from her ears. She looks to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
The little girl was very beautiful, especially her big eyes with twinkling eyes and long eyelashes, which made her look very cute. Yuan Feng felt vaguely that these eyes were familiar, but he didn't seem to have seen this girl in his memory. He was slightly absent-minded, and then he realized.
He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, shopkeeper. This is the money for the meal."
The girl stood up, smiled, put away her money and said, "Your Majesty, your meal is ready."
Yuan Feng smiled and nodded. At this time, another guest came in from outside. He shouted after entering: "It has stopped raining and it has turned to snow. There is a lot of snow this winter. The harvest will be good next year."
Now that the rain has stopped, he can rush back in the snow. Yuan Feng politely said goodbye to the girl, turned around and left. He and Ye Kai walked out of the small restaurant, walked a few steps through the thin snow, and suddenly thought of
Who was that girl? He turned around and saw the girl opening the curtain and walking out, shouting at him: "Yuan Feng!"
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He is indeed an old friend! Yuan Feng turned around and pointed at the girl and smiled: "Liu Ying'er."
It turns out that the shopkeeper of the ramen restaurant is actually Liu Songpo’s daughter.
I think back when Yuan Feng first met Liu Ying'er, it was in Lanzhou Prefecture. Yuan Feng, a poor young man who was so hungry that his heart was always close to his back, was squatting in front of a ramen restaurant in order to avoid the rumbling in his stomach.
The screams spread and it was embarrassing, so the sixteen-year-old boy tightened his waist with a hemp rope.
At such an embarrassing moment, Liu Ying'er appeared, a little doll carved with pink and jade, holding a bowl of ramen in front of him, and said in a childish voice: "Brother, let me treat you to ramen."
I showed him the fingers I was sucking in my mouth and said they were burned.
Yuan Feng will remember this scene for the rest of his life. It was also because of this incident that he had a good impression of Liu Songpo. If a girl is born like this, the father will not be a bad person. Seven years have passed and the little Loli who was eight or nine years old has already
The saying that a woman has grown into a big girl and has become a girl in her eighteenth year is absolutely true. Yuan Feng really didn't recognize Liu Ying'er.
Liu Ying'er also had a deep impression of Yuan Feng. She clearly remembered that this big brother was very good at fighting. Once, a thieves broke into the county government office and took her as a hostage. It was this big brother who saved her.
It was also after that incident that Yuan Feng never saw Liu Ying'er again. Unexpectedly, they reunited in the capital, and again in a ramen restaurant. It was really emotional, and it was a twist of fate.
Liu Ying'er gave the boy an explanation, then took Yuan Fengye and drove home. As he walked, he said, "You are here to see my father. He went to Purple Mountain the day before yesterday. Maybe he can come back today."
Yuan Feng said hurriedly: "I just came to visit Mr. Liu, so it's very good."
Liu Songpo's home was not big, just a three-bedroom house. This kind of house was only worth three or four hundred taels of silver in the capital. Liu Songpo had been an official for many years, so it was really surprising that he ended up living in this kind of house.
If Zhou Ziqing is an upright official, then Liu Songpo is an upright official among upright officials. The salary of officials in the Zhou Dynasty is not high, and most of their income comes from other sources. Liu Songpo disdains corruption and bribery, and often uses his salary to help the poor, so for
After many years as an official, I still have a breeze on my sleeves.
Knocking on the courtyard door, the person who opened the door was still the old courtyard master. The old man had a very good memory. He immediately recognized Yuan Feng, welcomed them in, and went to the hall to pay homage to his wife.
Speaking of which, Yuan Feng was once Liu Songpo's subordinate and had saved their family's lives. He was not considered an outsider, so it didn't hurt to meet the female relatives. The old lady accompanied him and said some words, then said she felt unwell and went back to rest for the time being.
The madam went back to the back house to rest, and it was still the young lady who was chatting with the guests. This was an unimaginable scene in ordinary people's homes. There is no reason for ladies to show their faces in public, but Liu Ying'er is not an ordinary person. She is doing business outside.
What a big deal it is to talk to guests.
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