In the early morning of winter, the rays of light drove away the fog, making it cool and refreshing, and bathed the entire palace in warmth.
In Kunning Hall, under the pavilion, in the morning light, Yang Guizhi sat on a chair, looking at the poetry book in his hand, and sneered from time to time.
"Dongfeng Mao wields power, but he is afraid of being aloof and not asserting himself. He talks nonsense about government affairs and criticizes ministers. These idiots!"
On the cover of the poetry book, the words "Collection of Poems of Jianghu" are clearly visible.
Yang Guizhi sat on a chair with a thick blanket on his knees. Next to the chair where she sat, there was also a three-hole briquette stove, with a clay pot on it steaming slowly.
"There are many hot officials in the city of Chang'an, and the gates of the noble gates are not opened as the day goes by.
Pingshan is covered with heavy curtains, but when I drink wine, I don’t know how cold it is outside the screen. Is this an allusion to my Kunning Palace? A bunch of sour people who don’t know how to live or die! "
Yang Guizhi shook his head and yelled angrily while reading, very angry at the cynicism in the poem.
Cuizhu, the maid on the side, was uneasy. The Queen's temper seems to be a bit loud and moody recently.
Prince Zhao Hong is a very nice person, but I don’t know why the queen just doesn’t like him?
"Auntie, what are you reading? Is it Liu Kezhuang and Zeng Ji's "Jianghu Poetry Collection"?"
Yang Yi came out with a tired face, wearing a light green cotton robe, her good figure could not hide her youthful look.
She sat down on another chair opposite Yang Guizhi, yawned, and leaned back on the chair.
"Can't you drink less? What does this look like?"
The smell of alcohol hit his face, and Yang Guizhi frowned in disgust.
"Let's test new tea with new fire, and poetry and wine will be in their prime. Auntie, this is the stove made by Zhao Hong, and you are not using it to drink tea. Is there any difference between tea and wine?"
Cuizhu poured hot tea and Yang Yi drank it leisurely. She glanced at the book in Yang Guizhi's hand and smiled slightly.
"Auntie, it turns out that you are also a believer in "Jianghu Poems". Do you think their poems are better than those of Zhao Hong?"
She had a good relationship with Chen Qi, Liu Kezhuang and others, and she also went to support the publication of Jianghu poetry anthology. Unexpectedly, her aunt also liked this poetry collection.
"Believers? Which ones are better and which ones are worse? They are all barking dogs! I want to see how many more days they can be arrogant?"
Yang Guizhi sneered and continued to read the book.
"Auntie, what do you mean?"
Yang Yi's brows wrinkled slightly.
Zhao Hong offended his aunt because there was a dispute between the two. These poets from the Jianghu Poetry School are so generous and heroic, how could they offend my aunt?
"These idiots are self-righteous and say something like "The prince's house with phoenix trees in the autumn rain, the Xianggong Bridge with willows in the spring breeze, and the authority of the flowers in the east wind, but avoid being aloof and not asserting it." If they openly slander important officials of the imperial court, disaster will soon be imminent!"
Yang Guizhi said with a sneer, the contempt and hatred in his eyes could not be hidden.
"Others are concerned about the country and the people, criticize the current ills, and speak out for justice. How could you say this?"
Yang Yi heard it clearly and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Speak up for justice? Okay, okay, just wait and see the outcome!"
Yang Guizhi glanced at her niece dissatisfied, and then focused on the book in her hand.
Yang Yi looked at Yang Guizhi's reading carefully and pointed at the books.
"Auntie, have you read the poem by Zhao Hong on the title page? It is a masterpiece that outlines the main points and adds the finishing touch!"
Yang Yi couldn't help but reminded Yang Guizhi.
At the mention of Zhao Hong, Yang Guizhi's face suddenly darkened. She turned to the title page with contemptuous eyes.
"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. Zhao Hong wants to lead the way for a hundred years, but he is too loud! Li Taibai came to earth to banish an immortal, and Du Zimei wrote about the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty. How can he, Zhao Hong, be so virtuous and capable? Dare you look down on your ancestors? You are a frog in the well, with no virtue and incompetence, and you do not know your own abilities!"
Yang Yi originally wanted to refute, but early in the morning, she didn't want to make her aunt look ugly anymore, so she changed the topic.
"Aunt, have the prince and the others been here this morning?"
Zhao Hong moved into the palace and came every day to ask for advice. After a few months, my aunt should have changed her mind about Zhao Hong.
"It's here at dawn, and you're still sleeping soundly. Zhao Hong is so cruel, so scheming, and so deep in the city that even the Jin people's schemes can be evaded by him. I can't see through him anymore and more. .”
Yang Guizhi said it with regret, and couldn't help but be shocked at the meaning of each word.
A fire broke out at the Chengdu Tingyi Station in Kaifeng, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, and Zhao Hong escaped. Isn't this worth celebrating?
It seems that my aunt's view of Zhao Hong has never changed, and now she is still afraid of him.
"Auntie, it's a good thing that Zhao Hong escaped from the Kingdom of Jin. If you think he is scheming, it's because you have too deep a prejudice against him. I think he is a gentleman, and he is happy with his grudges and behaves the same on the inside."
Seeing Yang Guizhi's eyes widen again, Yang Yi quickly avoided Zhao Hong.
"Auntie, even if Liu Kezhuang Zengji's poems are not good, you can't call them idiots. I've dealt with them, and they are all good people, and they don't have any evil deeds!"
"Aren't you a fool to seek death yourself?"
Yang Guizhi threw the book on the table and snorted coldly.
"Don't even think about it. If these poems are seen by Shi Miyuan and others, just "slandering the minister and having ulterior motives" can make Liu Kezhuang and Zengji irrecoverable. Their lives are about to be lost. If they are not idiots, who are the idiots?"
"What should I do?"
Yang Yi was so frightened that his face turned pale.
She was fooling around outside and had a good relationship with Liu Kezhuang and others. I never thought that just publishing a collection of poems would lead to death.
The next moment, she looked at Yang Guizhi, with a smile on her face again.
"Auntie, I'd like to trouble you, the Lord of the Sixth Palace, to help Liu Kezhuang and Zeng Ji."
As long as the aunt said a word, Shi Miyuan would have to give him three points of face.
"Don't even think about it!"
Yang Guizhi rejected her niece without any courtesy.
"In this harem, my words are still useful. When I leave the palace, I can't stand it! Besides, Guan Jia's body has been getting weaker and weaker in the past two days. Who knows how many more days I can last. I'm already exhausted!"
Yang Guizhi was categorical, but Yang Yi was dumbfounded. It took him a long time to react and stammered.
"Does this mean that Liu Kezhuang and the others are hopeless?"
"Aren't you their friend? Go find them quickly and let them run away as far as they can and never come back! But by the time this book is published, I'm afraid they have been targeted by the government. A bunch of people making trouble out of nothing. idiot!"
Yang Guizhi glanced at Yang Yi coldly, stood up, and straightened her clothes.
"Quickly quit drinking! How can you behave drunkenly all day long? Also, remember, don't get involved with those people in Liu Kezhuang, otherwise you will be asking for trouble!"
Chatting with this arrogant niece always made her so angry that she couldn't help but have fits.
Yang Guizhi left, and Yang Yi sat there alone in a daze. After a while, he stood up and left in a panic.
She left the palace and hurried to Chen's Bookstore on Yu Street. Sure enough, the door was closed, with a seal from the Ministry of Punishment on the door. The people watching were pointing and muttering.
After asking the neighbors around, I found out that just yesterday, Chen's bookstore was closed down by the government, and the edition of "Jianghu Collection" was destroyed in the street. Zeng Ji and others were arrested and imprisoned.
Yang Yi complained secretly and hurried to the punishment department.
No matter what, Chen Qi and Liu Kezhuang were his friends. Even if she couldn't save them, she would still say hello to them so that they would suffer less inside.
After Zhao Hong was promoted to the crown prince, the Jiguo Palace became idle. Because Zhao Kuo was seriously ill and Yang Guizhi was too lazy to pay attention to it, the Jiguo Palace was temporarily retained and was not confiscated or divided up by other princes and nobles.
The usually quiet Duke Ji's Mansion immediately became lively due to Zhao Hong's return and the arrival of Tian Yi, Xu Liang and others.
"I have met His Highness!"
Everyone saluted together. It was not easy for Zhao Hong to leave the palace. Everyone was excited to get together.
"You're welcome, we're all our own!"
With a smile on his face, Zhao Hong invited everyone to sit down and talk.
"Uncle, when will you take me to the palace to play?"
Xu Liang's eldest daughter, Ying'er, asked in a low voice.
Zhao Hong smiled bitterly and said loudly:
"When uncle is free, I will take Yinger to the palace to play. Okay?"
The child is childlike, but he doesn't know that he is currently in a difficult situation. Maybe when he really becomes the emperor, he will be able to do whatever he wants.
"Uncle, it's a deal!"
Ying'er's big eyes flashed and turned clear.
"It's a deal! I'll never go back on it!"
Zhao Hong said solemnly.
"This is my little niece, she's so cute! What's her name?"
Turning his eyes to the baby in Xu Liang's arms, Zhao Hong asked with a smile.
This guy thinks his wife is tired and holds the child by himself. He is really a filial husband.
"Your Highness, my name is Chunxue, Xu Chunxue."
The original Widow Liu, now Mrs. Xu Liu said with a smile on her face.
"Spring snow covers the earth, and everything is full of vitality. Xu Chunxue, what a good name!"
Zhao Hong nodded and smiled, then asked.
"What day is the spring snow?"
"Your Highness, Haruyuki is June 29th, half a month younger than the imperial grandson."
With a face full of fatherly love, Xu Liang took over and said.
"Okay, okay! When they grow up in the future, maybe they will be a couple of gods and gods!"
Zhao Hong burst out laughing.
"You are the father of a child, but you are still an old naughty boy."
Zhou Xiuniang smiled and blamed her husband.
Only in front of friends can Zhao Hong show his sincerity.
Xu Liang and Zhao Hong are sworn brothers and have a deep relationship. If her son could marry Xu Liang's daughter in the future, it would be a good choice for her and the Zhou family.
The closer the relationship is, the more stable the status of the Zhou family will be.
"Old naughty boy? Tian Yi is an old naughty boy!"
Zhao Hong grimaced at Tian Yi who was smiling.
"Tian Yi, you have to work harder. Xu Liang is younger than you and is already ahead of the curve. You can't hold back!"
This guy Tian Yi didn't learn from Brokeback Mountain, right?
"Your Highness, please don't bury me."
Tian Yi is thin-skinned and a little embarrassed.
"Xiu Niang, I remember that you have a cousin named Colgate, right? I heard that she is very high-minded, lonely and self-admired, and she is not married yet?"
Zhao Hong asked Zhou Xiuniang seriously.
"Ms.-in-law, this is Gao Yujie. However, my cousin is too tough-tempered and spoiled, so I'm afraid she will wrong Tian Yi. Tian Yi, there are so many good women in Lin'an City, do you like any of them?"
Zhou Xiuniang replied with a smile.
Although Tian Yi has resigned from office, he is Zhao Hong's childhood friend and has a bright future. It would be great if they could form an in-law family. But her vain cousin was spoiled and had a perverse personality, which gave her a headache just thinking about it.
Speaking of which, most of the younger generation of the Zhou family and her mother's Gao family are incompetent, including her younger brother Zhou An, which cannot make her feel at ease.
"Sister-in-law, I am a soap seller. I am busy here and there all day long, and I am all greasy. Who can take notice of me? Besides, I don't have that kind of free time!"
Tian Yi picked up a bunch of grapes and ate them, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Tian Yi, don't be too ambitious. I also have a cousin who is well-behaved, but unfortunately she is too young. You still have to wait a few years."
Zhou Xiuniang said with a smile, her eyes meaningful.
If Zhao Hong really becomes the emperor, who else in the Zhou family besides her eldest brother can help?
Even her cousins, all of them are either crooked or lazy, and there is not even a woman who can match Tian Yi, and they can't even marry her, which really makes her helpless.
How can a foreign relative be called a foreign relative without a few capable people? How to protect your position? How can the prosperity and wealth of the Zhou family be guaranteed?
