In the spring of the twelfth year of Delong, Emperor Delong decreed that the eldest son, who was only six years old, would be the crown prince, and he would grant amnesty to the whole world. This move made the whole Dafeng realize that His Majesty valued the crown prince today.
Before the crown prince was established, the country of Gaoluo invaded Dafeng on a massive scale, but the generals of Dafeng, with the help of a god, knew the enemy's formation and formation methods. The crown prince and prince of Gao Luoguo, causing Gaoluoguo's face to lose a lot of face, and he was completely helpless.
The Gaoluo Kingdom was defeated, and both the prince and the prince were captured. In desperation, they had to submit a letter of surrender to Dafeng, and signed a lot of treaties that humiliated the country before they got their prince and prince back.
Since then, the Gaoluo Kingdom has been unable to invade Dafeng for hundreds of years. The bones of future generations are imprinted with awe and fear of Dafeng.
Yang Chuiwen, the heir of the Duke's government and the champion of the sixth year of Delong, gradually gained a firm foothold in the court after five or six years of official life, and became a rather conspicuous person among the younger generation.
In his early years, there were Sima family sons, Li family sons, etc. as famous as him, but as the Sima family closed their doors to thank guests, the Li family was raided by the whole family, and he appeared to be on the top among his peers.
After coming out of the Ministry of Rites, he met Gu Zhiyu, the minister of the Ministry of Household, on the way. He is now just a little servant of the Ministry of Rites. Before the Ministry of Rites wrote, he naturally bowed in a proper manner.
If it is said that he is more outstanding among the younger generation, then Gu Zhiyu is the leader of their age group. He entered the court at the age of seventeen, served as a minister of the household at the age of twenty-eight, and became a householder at the age of thirty-four.
Although there are twelve-year-old champions in history and seven-year-old prime ministers, they are all geniuses that are rare in a century, and there are very few who can be like Gu Zhiyu. What's more, this person is deeply trusted by His Majesty, and he really has real skills. Even if some people are jealous behind their backs, when facing Gu Zhiyu's face, they are all smiling and holding them carefully.
Yang Chuiwen did not have any flattery, but he meant admiration.
"Xiaguan has seen Master Gu." He did the ceremony willingly.
"Master Yang," Gu Zhiyu was a civil official, but he was riding on a horse. When he saw Yang Chuiwen, he returned the greeting with a smile, "What a coincidence."
Six or seven years have passed, and the person in front of him was still a young man, and he even asked Mrs. Hu to say kisses on his behalf. Who would have guessed that so many years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the young man who did not know his sorrows had become a prudent young man.
"Yeah," Yang Chuiwen smiled, a trace of disappointment on his brows, "It's a coincidence."
There is not much friendship between the two, and there is not much to say about it.
"I heard that the position of the left servant of the Ministry of Rites has become vacant," Gu Zhiyu bowed to Yang Chuiwen on the back of a horse, "I'm here to congratulate Lord Yang on his promotion."
Yang Chuiwen was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Gu Zhiyu, who has always been steady, would say such a thing so easily.
"Master Yang, don't mind, your appointment document will probably be down tomorrow." Seeing Yang Chuiwen like this, Gu Zhiyu guessed that he probably had scruples, so he explained the words, "I just accidentally saw the information about the Lord. This is the only thing that can be said in the official document."
"Thank you for letting me know." Yang Chuiwen accepted Gu Zhiyu's kindness and bowed to him.
"Master Yang is very polite." Gu Zhiyu smiled, then glanced at the sky and bowed to him, "It's getting late, I'll take my leave first."
"Sir, walk slowly." Yang Chuiwen saluted again and watched Gu Zhiyu go away.
In those days, Gu Zhiyu and Chen's husband and wife were deeply in love. Even after Chen's death, he didn't want to marry again because he had no children. It was a good story to talk about such deep love. Taking the Gu family as a foe, and eventually losing the old love, even the queen in the palace was inexplicably scolded by the princess of Chengjun, and then caused His Majesty to be furious, so that he was not welcome by His Majesty. The life of the Princess Chengjun family in the capital was even more difficult.
King Cheng's three sons, the eldest son, was adopted by the late emperor and the empress dowager, and became the current His Majesty. The second son was domineering, and then he was beaten to death by the son of the Chen family, and finally the third son of the concubine, who had never been seen as an unremarkable successor, was finally demoted to inherit the title of King Cheng.
Originally, according to the rules, the father died and there was no direct descendant, and the third son was not qualified to inherit the title. However, the rules are dead and people are alive. Today, His Majesty has changed the name of the third son to the deceased princess Sima. In the name of the family, he is not a direct son but also a direct son.
People who didn't know it all praised His Majesty's kindness and kindness, and tried to make King Cheng's blood inherit the title. But people in the know only think that the current His Majesty is ruthless, and Princess Chengjun has always been bad to His Majesty and his son. Now that the son has inherited the title, will Princess Chengjun still have a comfortable life in the future
Thinking of the grievances and hatreds of the royal family, Yang Chuiwen couldn't help but think of someone, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Back at the Guogong Mansion, he first went to see his parents and then returned to his yard.
"You're back?" Seeing Yang Chuiwen coming back, Mrs. Shen showed a dignified smile, then turned around and let the maids prepare the meal.
"There is Mrs. Lao." Yang Chuiwen took the towel handed by Shen shi and wiped his hands, and then chatted with Shen shi for a few words. The two of them asked and answered questions, but they respected each other like guests, but they lacked a bit of intimacy, but they were used to each other for a long time. This way of dealing with each other, they all feel that this is very good.
The two have a son under their knees, who looks cute and Yuxue. After Yang Chuiwen returned home, he often spent time raising his son.
"My mother will be celebrating her birthday in a few days, do you have time to go?" Shen asked after eating.
Yang Chuiwen nodded. Every year when this kind of thing happens, even if he doesn't have time, he will find a way to spare it. This is the face he gives to his wife.
Seeing him nodding, Shen's heart was relieved. After the two washed up, they were ready to sleep.
A bed, two quilts, and then each has no dreams until dawn.
The next day, Ren Ling really came down, Yang Chuiwen became the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, and his colleagues laughed and asked him to treat him to a drink, and he immediately agreed. That night, everyone was very drunk, and when he returned to the house, his mother was concerned that he had a sober soup prepared for him before letting him go back to the yard.
Back in his yard, Shen shi had already slept, he stood outside the dark room, was silent for a while, then turned around and went to the study.
When Shen shi got up in the morning, seeing that the quilt next to him hadn't moved, he asked the maid next to him, "Did the prince not come back last night?"
"Young mistress, the prince came back last night, but he drank too much, so he fell asleep in the study." The maid replied in a low voice.
Shen shi nodded when he heard the words, and didn't ask any more, then turned to look at the invitation letter sent by the circle of noble ladies in the capital.
Her personal girl wanted to say something, but the corner of her mouth moved. Seeing that Shen shi didn't care about how the prince was drunk last night, she swallowed the words again.
It was another five-day court meeting. As a servant of the Ministry of Rites, Yang Chuiwen leaned forward a lot. He glanced at the emperor on the throne and lowered his head again.
Just halfway through the court meeting, a eunuch suddenly said something in the ear of the emperor, and then everyone saw that the emperor, who had always been indifferent to his anger and anger, stood up and strode away, leaving the ministers of the court looking at each other in dismay.
He subconsciously glanced at Gu Zhiyu who was standing in front, maybe the other party knew what happened.
In addition to his accident, several other ministers also looked at Gu Zhiyu, expecting him to say something. To everyone's disappointment, Gu Zhiyu didn't open his mouth from beginning to end except for some surprises in his ugly face.
Yang Chuiwen suddenly felt a little worried, and even Gu Zhiyu's face changed. It can be seen that something must have happened in the inner palace, and I am afraid it has something to do with the empress.
Half an hour later, news came from the harem that the queen gave birth to a little princess.
When the courtiers heard the news, they all showed their expressions of "so it is". The empress had been married for seven years, and there were already two princes under her knees, but there was no princess. It was rumored that the queen seemed to regret this, and now she has both children.
Knowing that His Majesty must not have the patience to meet the courtiers at this moment, everyone dispersed in twos and threes. After Yang Chuiwen walked out of the hall, he realized that it was raining outside and the jade steps were soaked.
He was walking in the rain, letting the rain wet his shirt, but his heart was a little empty, and he couldn't tell how disappointed he was.
Seeing a few young girls wearing gauze hats riding horses in the rain from a distance, there were faint laughter coming over. He suddenly remembered that the empress of the past often rode on horseback like these girls. Smile like a spring flower.
Later, she married into the palace. Because the emperor was only favored, she was scolded as a demon queen for the country. Later, she gave birth to a prince. The emperor made it clear in front of important officials that he would never accept a concubine.
The most ruthless thing in the world is time, because everything has a time to stop, and only it will never change because of human feelings.
He is very fortunate that His Majesty has always treated the Queen from the beginning, and the Gu family has also kept himself safe, and is deeply trusted by His Majesty. Otherwise, what is the fate of the Empress
There was a blind old man on the street who was setting up a stall, and the pedestrians who came and went were busy setting up a stall. Only because of the inconvenience of his eyes, he was shaking his hands and groping hard on the table.
He stopped, helped the old man to clear everything on the table, then tied a knot and tucked it into the old man's hands.
"Thank you so much for this official," the blind old man grabbed his wrist. "This official has a lot of extravagance. I think he was born rich."
Yang Chuiwen looked at his dull eyes and smiled indifferently: "The old gentleman has a good plan."
"Where is it, the little old man just speculated that the official's wrists were delicate and fleshy, so he guessed it." The blind old man retracted his hand, slung the tied bag on his wrist, and took out a crutch at the base of the wall behind him. , "It's raining heavily, why are the officials still staying here?"
Yang Chuiwen looked at the crowd running on the street to avoid the rain, and said with a smile, "Walking in the rain will help calm your mind."
"Quietness is in the heart, not in external objects," the blind old man "looked" in the direction of Yang Chuiwen, then shook his head and sighed, "There is no need for nothing in life, don't be too demanding."
"I don't want anything," Yang Chuiwen said after a moment of silence, "just..."
Just a little sad.
The blind old man sighed, explored the road with a cane, and left step by step.
The fortune teller can count the past and future events, but not the people's hearts.
Yang Chuiwen watched the old man go away and wiped the rain off his face. He suddenly remembered that he was going to teach his son to draw and write in red today, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps.
After a while, the rain became heavier, and the entire capital seemed to be plunged into a mist of water.