"How could a seven-year-old child say something like that?"
On the night after the family banquet, Zhou Jun sat in the back room, looked at Yin Yu, and asked like this.
Yin Yu thought for a moment and said: "Xiaoer's elementary school was taught by Pang Zuojian in the early days. At that time, he only taught enlightenment readings. It is impossible to say this."
Zhou Jun thought about it and thought so.
Pang Zhonghe was born in the inner court of the Wu family and later went to the palace. It is unlikely that he could teach Zhou Xiao these things.
It seems that after Zhou Xiao came to Liangzhou City, he heard something somewhere.
Zhou Jun: "Xiao'er is going to school now, are you all in the house?"
Yin Yu: "Yes, Yinanlu, who is all in the mansion, usually invites Tang Dynasty Wentai to teach."
Zhou Jun: "Who are they?"
Yin Yu named several names.
Zhou Jun frowned slightly after hearing this.
Yin Yu saw Zhou Jun's expression and asked, "Erlang doesn't like Xiaoer's arrogance?"
Zhou Jun waved his hand and said: "Xiao'er is patriotic and protects the people. It is good to have this intention. However, the war is dangerous and will harm the country. It is not a good thing to insist on using war to solve all problems."
Yin Yu: "Then do you want to find Xiao'er and teach him a lesson?"
Zhou Jun: "If you just lecture blindly, the children will have a grudge in their hearts, and the gains will outweigh the losses. I will look for an opportunity tomorrow and have a look before talking about it."
On the second day, Zhou Jun went to Yinan Lu in the mansion and attended Zhou Xiao's private school.
After listening to a class, Zhou Jun found that most of the courses taught were ordinary collections of classics and history, and there were no excessive words. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.
After the main class, Zhou Xiao, accompanied by his maid, went to the backyard of Yinanlu.
After a while, the melodious and reverberating sound of the piano came from the backyard.
Zhou Jun wanted to leave, but when he heard the sound of the piano, he sighed inwardly at the skill of the player and walked into the backyard again.
In the courtyard, there is a gurgling stream and a cluster of flowers. In a pavilion built next to the water, a stunning woman is teaching Zhou Xiao to learn music.
The maids outside the pavilion saw a man entering the courtyard, and wanted to say something and call him back.
After seeing clearly that the person coming was Zhou Jun, all the maids quickly knelt down on the ground and called the Taoist master's house.
Hearing the movement outside the pavilion, the stunning woman who was playing the piano stopped what she was doing and looked in the direction of the garden gate, just in time to look at Zhou Jun.
Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Zhou Jun was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Your Majesty."
Yang Yuhuan, who was dressed in embroidered rugs, with fragrant temples and snowy cheeks, got up from the folding chair, led Zhou Xiao out of the pavilion, came to Zhou Jun, and said Wan Fu.
Seeing the indescribably noble and charming woman in front of him salute to him, Zhou Jun felt a little emotional for a moment.
Once upon a time, Zhou Jun always knelt down and bowed before her.
But now, the distinction between superiority and inferiority has been reversed, and the imperial concubine has to salute Zhou Jun.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun bowed to greet him with courtesy and walked into the pavilion again.
Looking at the music score on the stone platform, Zhou Jun lowered his head to look at Zhou Xiao and asked, "Where did you learn?"
Zhou Xiao's voice was still childish: "I just finished learning the rhymes of Gongchipu."
Zhou Jun nodded slightly, then looked up at Yang Yuhuan, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.
Compared with the past several meetings in my memory, although Yang Yuhuan is nearly forty years old, her appearance has not diminished at all, and is even more charming. When we meet now, she is really bright eyes and teeth, charming, charming, and noble.
The only thing that is different from before is that she is now a little thinner, and her eyes are not as carefree as before, but there is a little confusion and haze.
If you think about it carefully, you can understand why.
During the turmoil in Liangzhou that night, Yang Yuhuan was in the Chengyu Palace.
When Pei Sizhao and other nobles rebelled against the party, failed in the rebellion, and were executed by Ling Chi in the Chengyu Palace, she hid in the palace.
Regardless of whether she was a prostitute, even an emperor like Li Longji who had seen strong winds and waves was frightened into having a stroke.
And it is natural that Yang Yuhuan now has a shadow in his heart.
Zhou Jun thought of this and said to Yang Yuhuan: "When Jun came to Liangzhou, he was under house arrest in the palace. Fortunately, the imperial concubine helped him."
Hearing these words, Yang Yuhuan's originally tense mood relaxed, and he said softly: "Zhou Zhoulang has planned the strategy and has already decided on a way to escape. Even without my help, he can avert danger."
Zhou Jun: "Not only in Liangzhou, but also in Luoyang, Chang'an earlier, the imperial concubine also took good care of her... Jun is a person who has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. The kindness he received back then should be kept in mind. Since the imperial concubine is here, she will regard this place as her
It's at home."
After hearing this, Yang Yuhuan finally relaxed and said with a smile: "It's boring in the palace. I have your majesty's permission to come to my mother's place as a guest."
Touching Zhou Xiao's head, Yang Yuhuan added: "I have watched Xiaoer grow up since he was born. For Yuhuan, Xiaoer is like my own son. Only by staying with him can I
Enjoy a moment of peace."
Zhou Jun: "If your concubine likes it, she can stay in the mansion for a long time. The princess rarely goes out on weekdays, so she is just the one keeping you company in the mansion."
Yang Yuhuan nodded first, then glanced at Zhou Jun, with a complicated look on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Mr. Zhou, I heard that you issued the order of good and lowly people in Anxi, so that lowly households no longer depended on the clan, and the death contract became a living contract.
, Anxi residents no longer have to worry about hiding in hiding?"
Zhou Jun was stunned and didn't understand why Yang Yuhuan, who usually ignored political affairs, suddenly asked this question, but he still nodded.
Yang Yuhuan hesitated for a while and whispered to Zhou Jun: "Although this order is only implemented in Anxi, it has spread to every state and county in the Tang Dynasty. Some people like it, and naturally some people hate it. As the implementer, Zhou Yilang,
I’m afraid there will be criticism.”
Zhou Jun looked at Yang Yuhuan: "I'm afraid it's not just criticism, right? I can imagine that there are many people behind the scenes who are scolding me for messing with the country and harming the country?"
When Yang Yuhuan heard this, he said cautiously: "I, a woman, don't understand the major events in the world."
Zhou Jun: "After all, this world belongs to the people. The difference between good and bad is just that the powerful families are unwilling to give up their power and divide the people of the Tang Dynasty into three, six or nine grades in order to reap the benefits. As everyone knows,
, if the benefit of the world is reduced to ten points, and nine points of it are in the hands of a few people, and the majority of the remaining people cannot even guarantee basic food and clothing, disputes will naturally come, and this is the world.
The root cause of the chaos.”
Yang Yuhuan was shocked when he heard this. He vaguely understood it, but couldn't explain the truth.
Just when Yang Yuhuan wanted to ask more questions, Zhou Xiao, who was quite bored, shouted that he wanted to go and have fun with Zhou Shang.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun took Zhou Xiao with him, said goodbye to Yang Yuhuan, and left Yinanlu.
Yang Yuhuan looked at the backs of his father and son as they traveled far away. He leaned on a folding chair and plucked a string. Listening to the reverberating sound, he stopped there and fell into deep thought.