At the gate of the five-year-old tower, there is a parapet wall built with green bricks. In autumn, the ivy climbing on it has turned dark green, and the garden of trees and trees in the wall stretches into the distance, bringing with it a layer of mist.
Mr. Sheng Guogong, who was over sixty years old, was pruning the branches and leaves very patiently in a small garden full of chrysanthemums.
"The autumn wind has brought the flowers to a halt again, and only the chrysanthemums are in full bloom again." Sheng Guogong looked at the blooming chrysanthemums and sighed slightly. After a long time, he chuckled.
"Others think I'm a vixen, but I'm really not. It's just a fluke."
When he was thirteen years old, Duke Sheng Guo followed Zheng Taizu in various battles. He fought numerous small and large battles and made great military achievements. He even saved Taizu's life and suffered twenty-seven wounds.
Qingwu, which was established in Dazheng, resigned due to illness three years ago. Others thought it was a quick retreat, but in fact it was a recurrence of old injuries. If he hadn't met a mysterious Taoist who gave him pills, he almost died of illness. Zheng Taizu was so frightened that he came to visit and sealed the door.
Duke Sheng Guo.
The illness was gone, and Sheng Guogong was able to live a "retirement" life ahead of schedule and enjoy the happiness of a family.
Because of this, the emperor ascended the throne and suppressed the military generals, but not only was Duke Sheng not affected, he was also rewarded as a model. After many years of turmoil, Duke Sheng was secretly glad.
Many people who were more talented and meritorious than me were attacked, but I survived, and I had no idea of making a comeback.
Moreover, the rewards of this dynasty are not small. Although the titles are divided into knights and spylords, the founding heroes are basically spylords. If they do not commit suicide, they will rest with the country.
Duke Sheng Guo rested in peace and cultivated himself. Zheng Taizu, who regarded him as half a son, had already passed away. Now the Emperor of the Dragon Seat is in poor health day by day. On the contrary, Duke Sheng Guo, who had been seriously injured several times on the battlefield, now looks relatively healthy.
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Life is leisurely. The eldest son is in charge of the family business. His official position is from the third rank. He is quite talented. His sons are not unpleasant dandies. Although most of them have mediocre qualifications, they all hold official positions of medium or small and can afford them.
The word "low-key" is good for the descendants of Xunchen.
"Hey, it's going to rain." I looked up at the sky that had been gray since the morning. Before dawn, the moonlight and stars were bright, but who knew that the sky would change in a few hours, which made me want to hide myself.
Sheng Guogong, who had taken out all the calligraphy and paintings he had gotten up to dry, suddenly felt a little disappointed.
"Father."
At this time, a middle-aged man came in. Seeing Duke Sheng Guo busy, he called out respectfully.
Without even looking at his eldest son, Duke Sheng Guo carefully repaired the branches and leaves and asked casually: "Why, you came back to see me suddenly. What happened?"
My eldest son usually has either gone out or is busy with other things at this time, and rarely disturbs me at this time.
The prince took a few steps forward, approached the old Duke, and whispered: "Father, my son heard something. The clan has received His Majesty's order and has already discussed the name."
"Discuss about the name?" The old prince calmly cut off a stray leaf, looked at it carefully, and said calmly: "What, another prince has been born?"
"No, your Majesty has no children born a long time ago, and neither have the kings. Prince Qian has a concubine who is about to give birth, that is, in these few days, but it is impossible for a concubine to give birth to a child, so it is impossible to mobilize an army like this."
"What do you mean?" If he could no longer tell that his son was teasing him, the old prince would have lived for more than sixty years in vain. He chuckled inwardly and looked indifferent.
Isn't it just to let the clan name the royal family?
Even if his son told him that the kings had lost treasures that were living abroad, the old prince would not be surprised.
Really, do you think that you, the father, are as rare and strange as your son?
The prince felt a little regretful when he saw that the old prince could not even move his eyebrows, so he had to tell the rest of what he had heard: "There are rumors that Su Zi, the number one scholar in this year's new class, may be the son of the crown prince who has been exposed..."
After saying this, the old man remained indifferent, even paying attention to the flowers and grass, and just nodded to show that he understood.
The prince felt more and more that his father was unusual, but before exiting, he glanced at him accidentally and twitched the corner of his mouth.
He lowered his head and bowed to the old Duke: "If you don't have any instructions, my son will leave first."
The old man didn't say anything either.
The prince just retreated, walked out of the garden, and when he came outside, he couldn't help but smile: "It seems that my father was very frightened."
"He actually cut off his favorite rouge spot."
Yang University Scholar's Mansion
Yang Ancheng stopped working because Ding You was at home. Although he was a bachelor of the Ming Palace with a rank of third rank, he was still able to be summoned by the emperor as a minister, and he was not a stranger in front of the emperor.
This morning, a person came over, it was Yu Qianzhi who held the rank of fifth grade.
Because Yu Qianzhi was not only a fifth-rank official, but also a real person from Yanxia who inherited the Yulingyang Taoism. He was different from other fifth-rank officials. When he came to Yang University Scholar's Mansion, he was warmly received by Yang Ancheng.
The two are about the same age, both middle-aged men in their forties, and they both look like they are living a leisurely life. One is far away from the political center and is considered a marginal person, while the other is worried about being at home and only has a fictitious job.
When it comes to political affairs, it's easy to talk about it.
"Mr. Yang was ill a few days ago. Although it seems to be caused by the cold, it is actually related to the fact that you ate more cold food. If you want to maintain your health, you should pay more attention to the food you eat."
Yang Ancheng listened to Yu Qianzhi's slightly teasing reminder and smiled helplessly: "How come I don't know this? But in my forties, no matter how careful I am, my body will inevitably suffer. I heard that Master Yu, you have something that can make people suffer."
I wonder if I can give up the method of strengthening my body?"
"It's just a set of health-preserving boxing, what does it matter? When I get back, I will have someone send me the album. Master Yang, you can follow this and practice it for half an hour every morning. It will be quite good for your body." Yu Qian
Said it cheerfully.
Yang Ancheng nodded with satisfaction, greeted the two graceful maids, made tea, and introduced the tea he was about to taste to Yu Qianzhi: "This tea is a specialty of Gongnan Province, and it is called Xiaoyuchuqing."
"It is fried from the top leaves of a tea tree that only grows in Gongnan Province. It is fresh and sweet, and it is very elegant to drink."
As he spoke, the tea had been cooked, and in a small porcelain bowl as white as jade, as the maid worked, young leaves like tongues, dark green in color, were floating up and down in the clear water.
There are bursts of fragrance coming out of the blue liquid, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.
Although Yu Qianzhi is not a tea lover, it is rare for a literati not to be imbued with elegance, and he is also interested in tea art.
Tea tasting is very particular. A cup of tea should be divided into three sips. The first sip is to test the temperature of the tea, the second sip is to appreciate the aroma of the tea, and the third sip is to drink the tea.
Yu Qianzhi held the small porcelain bowl and sipped the tea. Sure enough, a faint sweet fragrance filled his mouth.