In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, it was the coldest time. Old Zhao shivered and wrapped the tattered cotton-padded coat on his body, and shoveled the snow from the door with a shovel.
The guards guarding the gate all knew Lao Zhaotou, and they made fun of him when they saw him shrinking.
Old Zhao was not angry, he replied with a smile, this is the suburbs of Beijing, and it is snowing heavily. These guards guard the gate of Biezhuang with no one going in and out all day. It must be no fun, making fun of him The sentence is not a big deal.
A few guards finished making fun of him, and then helped Lao Zhao to shovel the snow. They all didn't get along well in the capital, so they were sent here. No one cares if they don't watch the door, whether there are rules or not.
"I heard that Brother Chen spent two hundred taels of silver a few days ago and was transferred to the left and right guards?" Guard Jia said with some envy, "If I had so much money, I would also follow."
"Don't be delusional, people have money and connections," Bing Bing shook his head and said, "We have money and nowhere to spend."
Who doesn't want to be transferred, guarding such a waste king, who has no merit and no merit, when will he be a head
"You didn't look, is someone coming over there?" Old Zhaotou suddenly pointed into the distance, and it seemed that a pair of people came over.
The two guards looked up, and when they saw the guard of honor, their expressions suddenly changed. ."
Old Zhao had never seen such a big battle, so he hurriedly rushed to the village and informed the housekeeper and others in the village.
When Jin Yuanqing heard a sudden movement outside the yard, he dropped the brush in his hand and frowned.
"Father..." His son Jinliang ran into the house panting, "Your Majesty is down."
Jin Yang lowered his eyelids and said after a long time, "Push me over."
"Yes." They have been detained here for more than half a year, and they have long since had no comfortable days in the Rui Palace. Many things need to be done by themselves. The past that surrounds them seems to be in a dream.
"Your Majesty, Bie Zhuang is here." He Ming looked at Bie Zhuang, which seemed a bit desolate in front of him, and wrapped his thick robes around him. Today's wind was piercingly cold.
Jin Yang was wearing a brocade robe inlaid with white fox fur and a silver rat fur.
But only Jin Liang, who was standing at the door to greet him, knew how ruthless this gentle and kind-hearted emperor was.
"The Caomin pays his respects to His Majesty." The people saw that the emperor was going to kneel, Jin Liang honestly gave a big gift, the cold snow water seeped through the cotton cloth to his knees, and he shivered with cold.
"Don't be too polite," Jin Yang stepped on the stone steps, and after entering the door, he saw Jin Yuanqing in a wheelchair, and behind him were some people from other villages kneeling.
Jin Yang raised his head slightly.
Seeing this, He Ming hurriedly said, "Get up."
Jin Yuanqing looked up at the young man standing at the door. The other party was dressed in white, and he was wearing a half-old cotton robe. In front of him, he looked like a mass of mud.
"Uncle Huang has been okay lately?" Jin Yang looked at Jin Yuanqing with a calm expression, as if he saw just an ordinary stranger, not a prince who had rebelled.
"Your Majesty is joking, how can He De, the sinner, inherit the title of Uncle Huang?" Jin Yuanqing cupped his hands and said, "Please forgive the crime and have disabled legs, so I can't treat each other with respect."
When Jin Liang, who was bowing behind Jin Yang, heard what his father said, he was so scared that he was covered in cold sweat, and he winked at Jin Yuanqing again and again, so that he would not anger the emperor.
"Even if Uncle Huang is charged with a crime, he is also my uncle. This is an irrefutable fact." Jin Yang glanced at this villa, which was not very good, but compared to the house he lived in when he was a child, It's only half a pound.
"This is my first time to visit my uncle's residence. If my uncle doesn't mind, he will accompany me for a walk." Jin Yang put his hands behind his back and walked slowly to Jin Yuanqing. Snowflakes fell on top of his head one after another, making him feel a little colder for no reason.
"If Your Majesty doesn't dislike the sinner's legs being disabled, the sinner is willing to accompany him." After Jin Yuanqing's leg was shot across by an arrow, he could no longer stand up. He deliberately mentioned this matter, but he wanted to ridicule Jin Yang is just pretending to act.
But this kind of sarcasm was completely useless to Jin Yang, he nodded and said, "Of course I wouldn't mind."
He Ming immediately arranged for someone to clear the way, and let the incompetent people retreat, leaving only his Majesty and Jin Yuanqing.
Seeing this posture, Jin Yuanqing laughed sarcastically: "It's fake to come down to visit Bie Zhuang, but it's true if you have something to say?"
However, Jin Yang really walked around this small villa, and then said, "Uncle here is better than I was back then."
He didn't say when it was, but Jin Yuanqing knew it in his heart. He looked at Jin Yang, who was standing in the snow, and said after a moment of silence, "Your Majesty has something to say, don't beat around the bush."
"I heard that my uncle had a relationship with Princess Cheng?" Jin Yang stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes, and suddenly thought that Jiu Jiu seemed to have done such an action before, and his face softened.
Jin Yuanqing remained silent. He knew that the Princess Cheng that Jin Yang said was the Sima family, and between him and the Sima family, was it possible to describe the past with the words "a past"
At that time, his heart was attached to the Sima family, and he even wished to die for her, but the Sima family married her to the second brother. Just because he is disabled, because he is not favored by his father.
How could the high-ranking Sima Clan marry him
He frantically questioned Mrs. Sima, and even begged her not to agree to King Cheng's marriage proposal, but all this was just his delusion.
On the day of Sima's marriage, it seemed that he also attended such a university, but the red eyes stinged his eyes.
Family, power, glory, the Sima family couldn't let go of all these for the sake of the family, and he couldn't give her what she wanted.
Thinking of this past, Jin Yuanqing only felt resentment and embarrassment, as well as indescribable pain. He looked at Jin Yang and said after a while: "The deceased is gone, why should your majesty mention it again."
"Princess Cheng once said that on the day I was born, it rained heavily in Jinzhou, and the lightning and thunder sounded as if the whole world was about to overturn," he turned his back to Jin Yuanqing, "also because when I was in my mother's womb, Princess Cheng has been hurrying, causing the fetal image to be unstable, which has also caused me to be in poor health all these years, and the entire Prince Cheng's mansion thought I could not survive, but I survived well."
After Wang Cheng got married, he went to Jinzhou to take office the following year. At that time, Princess Cheng was pregnant, and it was normal for the fetal image to be unstable due to running around.
Jin Yuanqing originally wanted to ridicule King Cheng for being inconsiderate, but before he could say it, his expression changed: "Didn't you lack vitality because of premature birth?"
At that time, Sima Shi and Cheng Wang got married at the end of November. After Jin Yang was born, many people knew that the eldest son of Cheng Wang was in very bad health due to premature birth.
Although Jin Yang survived, his health was not really good.
"Of course..." Jin Yang smiled, "Maybe so, how can I know."
Jin Yuanqing wanted to struggle to stand up, but his legs were already crippled, so struggling for a long time was in vain, He Ming pressed his shoulders and said with a smile: "Master Jin, please sit down, Don't fall."
"You tell me, you tell me, back then..." Jin Yuanqing's face burst with blue veins because of excessive force, and he looked particularly hideous, "your mother back then..."
"Didn't my uncle say that the deceased is over, what can I mention about the past?" Jin Yang let out a long sigh, looking at the dilapidated courtyard, "Seeing that my uncle seems to be very comfortable here, I will also Don't worry, let's drive back to the palace."
"No, no, you can't go." Jin Yuanqing wanted to reach out to grab Jin Yang, but He Ming didn't hold him down, and he fell from the wheelchair. But he didn't care at all, leaning on his hands, lying on the snow, and moving little by little to where Jin Yang was standing.
Jin Yang looked at the slowly moving figure on the ground, with very complicated emotions in his eyes, he closed his eyes, and moved away when the other party was about to pull the corner of his robe, "I'm gone, uncle, do it yourself."
"You wait, you wait..." Jin Yuanqing wanted to get up, but in vain he fell back into the snow, his face covered with snow. He raised his head, only to see the white figure walking farther and farther, and finally disappearing at the door.
He was still reluctant to want to climb to the door, but after climbing a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Can't let people know, can't let people know..." He withdrew his hand and muttered this sentence, letting snowflakes fall all over his body.
"Father!" After Jin Liang sent Jin Yang away, he found that Jin Yuanqing had fallen into the snow, and hurriedly helped him up, he couldn't help but scolded, "Too deceitful these days, if you want to fight or kill, just say it, Why...why humiliate people like this?"
"Don't blame him," the snowflakes melted and fell to the ground along the ends of his hair. Jin Yuanqing wiped his face, only to find that his hands were red with cold.
He suddenly remembered that more than ten years ago, some of his subordinates reported what kind of life the eldest son of King Cheng was living.
Eating cold steamed buns and drinking snow water, in order to eat a bowl of hot rice, he was bullied and ridiculed by his stepmother's son.
How was he feeling then
Seemingly happy, he even specially arranged for someone to make a plan in front of King Cheng, making Jin Yang's life even more difficult.
"Snapped"
A drop of water fell on the back of his flushed hand, and he wiped it with his other hand.
"The assassination plan... canceled."
"Father?!" Jin Liang looked at Jin Yuanqing in disbelief, "This is our only chance, why cancel it?"
Jin Yuanqing shook his head and looked up at the sky, only to see a vast expanse of white.
After waiting for a long time, without getting an answer from his father, Jin Liang felt unwilling in his heart, so he had to swallow it back.
The next day, the news came back from Beijing, that a fire broke out in a place last night, and a caravan that had entered Beijing from other places was burned to death.
Jin Liang was horrified, because this disguised caravan was the killer they arranged.
"It turns out that he really knew," Jin Liang didn't believe what kind of fire this was at all, how could there be such a coincidence in the world that a fire just happened, and only the people they arranged were burned to death.
Thinking of Jin Yang's various methods, Jin Liang no longer dared to have any ideas, and honestly huddled in this small village, living a life of being imprisoned every day.
In this way, after several springs and autumns, an angel suddenly came to the palace and announced that it turned out that it was the prince who established the prince today, and the world was amnesty, and their family was finally released.
Not only that, but now he has given his father a third-class marquis, given the title Chun.
After this incident came out, many people praised the present His Majesty's kindness and empress's kindness, which made their family even more unbearable.
Purely a good word, but when used on their heads, it is extraordinarily ironic. Who in the world did not know that King Rui failed in his rebellion
Their family moved into the Hou Mansion, and no one came to celebrate. Instead, some people spit in front of their door, and there were even nursery rhymes outside to scold their family.
So they seem to have been released, but in fact they are living a more unbearable life than before.
One day when he went out to buy snacks for his children, he suddenly met Jin Hong, the son of the loyal prince, on the street.
Jin Hong also seemed to have seen him, so he made a special trip to dismount, and made an excuse to give up those aristocratic children.
For a while, they were speechless. Although the two were princes of the palace, they had not lived together since they were young, and King Zhong and his father were not very good at dealing with each other, so there was no so-called brotherhood between the two.
"Come out to buy something?" Jin Hong was the first to speak. He saw the sugar dolls and other objects in Jin Liang's hand, "Are my two little nephews okay?"
"It's good," Jin Liang forced a smile and glanced at the pedestrians on the street, "How about you?"
"Not bad," Jin Hong smiled, looking very comfortable, and then said, "Let's go, let's talk in the building."
When Jinliang turned around, he found that behind him was a large restaurant with a plaque on it, with the words "Xianyulou" written on it.
"No need," Jin Liang clenched the things in his hand and shook his head, "The child is still waiting for me to go home."
Jin Hong did not insist: "In this case, I will not leave you, and we will meet again when there is time next time."
Jinliang replied with a smile, but they both knew in each other's hearts that they didn't know when the next time would be. Their two positions were different back then, and the results are diametrically opposite now.
"Farewell!" Jin Liang bowed his hands to Jin Hong, and turned to leave without waiting for Jin Hong to return the salute. After walking a distance, he couldn't help but turn his head, and saw Jin Hong still standing downstairs in Liyu, just beside him again There are a few more outstanding sons, like the stars and the moon.
There are many directions and directions in life, and different choices lead to different results.