Zhang Bao got Zheng Pu's promise to go to the West Sea together.
However, before that, he had to write a letter to obtain the Prime Minister's permission.
Although the Prime Minister's Office in Hebei County does not have many affairs nowadays, as a minister, Zheng Pu is unavoidable in his daily duties, and he cannot leave his post without permission. Moreover, the Prime Minister is now delegating power to rest and recuperate, not living in seclusion.
If you interfere in matters involving military affairs, you must ask for instructions.
When the letter arrived in Hanzhong, the prime minister was enjoying the snow by the lake.
Mr. Huang, who was talented and knowledgeable, was burning incense and playing the piano. Not far away, Zhuge Pan and Zhuge Zhan were fishing, and the old man and his maid at home were busy with meals.
It is just the leisure and elegance of having flowers in spring and snow in winter.
After all, when the Prime Minister was farming and studying in Longzhong, he also had the style of a scholar who took pleasure in poetry and calligraphy, and entertained himself with playing the piano, singing, and painting calligraphy. However, since the late emperor visited the thatched cottage three times, the Prime Minister has been busy with documents and lamenting the difficulties.
, it’s just a rare moment of leisure. Now that the Northern Expedition is going smoothly and it’s rare for family members to get together, it’s human nature to have leisure time and refined tastes again.
Therefore, when the clerk brought Zhang Bao's letter, the prime minister read it at a glance and waved his hand, "Wen Rong's invitation is for the benefit of the country. Your left and right Zijin has nothing to worry about now, so he went with him.
Let’s go.”
"promise."
The young official responded loudly, took a few steps back while maintaining his bowed posture, then turned around and walked away.
But before he had taken a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by the Prime Minister's voice, "Wait a minute."
The prime minister didn't know what he was thinking of. He pondered for a moment and then said again, "Let Wen Rong and Zi Jin watch the moon before heading to the West Sea. Well, you ask Wu Ziyuan to dispatch some soldiers to bring the soldiers recommended by An Guo earlier."
I escorted him to Ji County, and ordered Zijin to evaluate his talents first and judge whether he is worthy of any rank, and then write a report to me."
"No. I will go find General Wu now."
The clerk bowed again and left as told.
Huang, who was disturbed by his elegant mood and temporarily stopped playing the piano, watched the junior official go away and said with a smile, "My husband previously responded to Guan Anguo and will summon the Jizhou scholar soon. Why are you going back on your word and sending him away now?"
Where are you going to Ji County for Zheng Zijin?"
"That's because Zheng Zijin has a good ear for understanding people!"
The prime minister also smiled and answered without thinking, "According to the custom of the imperial court treating Wei Jiang people favorably and giving them official positions, the scholars from Jizhou can also be regarded as my assistants in the Han Dynasty. After Zijin's official position was transferred to Si Zhi, he also had the opportunity to examine the abilities of officials.
Responsibility. Since this meeting coincides with the meeting, let me let Zijin do his duty."
After hearing this, Mr. Huang smiled even more and retorted, "Although what your husband said is true, I also know that the reason must be that your husband is greedy for comfort!"
"Hahaha~~~"
Suddenly, the Prime Minister couldn't help but laugh loudly, "He who knows me is a gentleman!"
After he had laughed at the joke, he thought of getting up and walking to relieve his qi and blood from sitting for a long time. When Huang saw it, he hurriedly came to help him.
Since the onset of cold winter, the prime minister's leg problems have become more frequent.
It’s hard to walk for long, and it’s hard to sit for long periods of time.
The couple walked slowly along the lakeside for a long time, getting farther and farther away from the fishing place of Zhuge Pan and Zhuge Zhan.
Out of maternal instinct, Huang glanced back from time to time.
The number of times increased, and something suddenly came to mind. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked, "My husband thinks highly of that Zheng Zijin. I guess he has his own merits. But when Fan Bosong came back, he wanted to say something
When my son asks for Zijin's daughter, why does my husband refuse to comment?"
"Bosson has a pure character and is not familiar with the ways of power."
After hearing the question, the Prime Minister shook his head slightly and stopped under the tree, "Zijin is very close to the emperor. In the future, he will be leaned on by the emperor as a thigh, used as a tool in the heart, and used as a claw. Therefore, his children will also be favored by the emperor in the future."
Waiting, such as making her a princess or welcoming her into the palace. If Bosong doesn't know this, how can I not worry about it? Furthermore, I have been entrusted by the late emperor to support me, and I have been called the "father" of the emperor. The favor and honor can no longer be added.
. Now that I am approaching old age, I should take Huo Guang of the past as a warning and not allow my descendants to gain power and become arrogant."
After saying this, both of them fell into silence.
"My husband is still thoughtful."
When she was young, Mrs. Huang sighed with emotion and smiled suddenly, "However, Pan'er and Zhan'er are both gentle and respectful in temperament. They will definitely not be troublemakers in the future, so my husband will have no worries."
"Ha, that's natural."
Immediately, the Prime Minister nodded, smiled and said, "These two boys have been disciplined by Mr. Xi since they were young. What do I have to worry about!"
He did not continue this topic, but cast his gaze on the lakes and mountains that cleared up after the snow, and asked, "Xijun, do you think the scenery here is quite similar to that of Nanyang Longzhong?"
His voice was very soft and slow, as if he was mumbling to himself.
Nanyang Longzhong?
Hearing this, Huang did not answer immediately, but looked around with vague memories.
After several days of heavy snow, the lakeside is covered with snow. After the clouds have dispersed, the sky is unusually blue and quiet, allowing the sun to fall unbridled on the branches of the trees covered with a thin layer of ice, showing off the colorful colors proudly.
Although the weather is cold, it cannot stop the unknown birds from cruising and playing on the lake, adding a touch of vitality.
There are three or five idle fishing boats nestled among the purple cypresses and green pines beside the water and grass on the lakeside, which is already deeply mist.
Spectacular.
When you are in it, put aside the distracting thoughts in your mind and take a closer look, a quiet comfort will arise spontaneously without you realizing it.
Mr. Huang, who was reading quietly, seemed to have returned to the leisurely and contented life he lived in Longzhong, Nanyang more than 20 years ago before his husband became an official.
Therefore, I couldn’t help but let out my smile.
"As my husband said, it's quite similar."
She nodded in response, her voice also very soft and slow.
But when she raised her head in joy and cast her gaze on the prime minister, she saw that his beard and hair were already pale, his face had become ravaged, his eyes were no longer bright and bright, etc., she quietly said "no similarity" in her heart.
Yes, how can things be similar as time has passed?
But the Prime Minister was unaware of this.
He did ask a question just now, but he didn't seem to be waiting for Huang's answer.
Perhaps it means that he was just asking himself.
Because now he was looking at the Qinling Mountains hidden in the sea of clouds and mist, and his eyes were full of confusion.
His mind had already passed through the Baoxie Valley and entered Youfufeng, imagining the army gathered in the Sanfu in Guanzhong and the golden horses, outlining the excitement of the Han banner flying on the wall of Chang'an.
............
No coincidence.
On the other side, the three assistants of Guanzhong and Sima Yi, the governor of Wei and Yongliang, were also standing at the top of Chang'an City, holding on to the crenellations of the city wall and lingering on the Qinling Mountains.
Ignoring the wind and snow, I didn't leave for a long time.
His thoughts also traveled through the Qinling Mountains and wandered around Hanzhong County, hoping that one day he could turn Hanzhong County into a vassal of Wei.
Because he had just obtained military information.
The war in Huainan on the eastern front has been temporarily stopped.
