Li Yue looked at her husband hesitantly.
Zhang Yang stood up and poured tea into the cup.
You can clearly hear the sound of tea entering the bowl.
Li Yue calmed down and said, "It's getting late. Let's go to bed early."
Zhang Yang sighed, now he could no longer hear the snoring of the bears at home, and his family had built a warmer bear den for them.
At night, I fell asleep listening to the sound of wind and snow outside.
This year's winter months are still cold, so early in the morning my aunt put a lot of memorials on the table.
Zhang Yang flipped through one after another, and found that a person named Pei Yan was written in the memorial from the Ministry of Personnel.
After the imperial examination this year, many young people entered the court, and this young man was assigned to Taifu Temple.
This matter was probably arranged by Cen Wenwen.
Zhang Yang looked solemn as he ate his morning meal.
Zhang Xin'an specially wore a new set of clothes and new boots, "Dad, the child is going to have a house hunting class."
"Well, remember to salute more."
"My child understands."
Aunt Yang prepared the carriage and took the young prince to Chang'an City.
Zhang Yang put down the memorial with an unhappy look. There was an extra person in Taifu Temple, and he felt uncomfortable all over.
I originally thought it was good to work alone, at least I could arrange it comfortably.
The weather was rarely sunny after the heavy snowfall. Li Yue took out all the things at home to dry. She looked at the books covering the door of her house distressedly, "Such a lot of books will last for many days."
As she spoke, she put down a pile of debris.
Zhang Yang noticed a seal and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, our son is the Marquis of Guanxi, which is higher than me, the Marquis of the County."
Li Yue put all these small items neatly, sat down and said, "Speaking of which, the child's title was half-promised by his father. There is no fiefdom or fiefdom."
Zhang Yang said discouraged: "This child is still young, let's talk about this later."
Today was Zhang Xin'an's first day to listen to the teacher's lectures. Aunt Yang took him into Fang Xiang's house, and she stood outside the study.
Zhang Xin'an walked into this dim study and smelled the strong smell of ink as soon as she entered.
He looked at the Prime Minister sitting next to an oil lamp, looking at memorials one after another. There was a brazier beside him.
This place is not like Lishan's home, where the sun is always very bright. Since the glazed windows were installed, the house has become brighter.
Seeing that the prime minister did not look up at him, Zhang Xin'an sat down silently.
Finally, Fang Xuanling looked up and saw the child, and smiled: "How long have you been here?"
Zhang Xin'an saluted and said, "The disciple has just arrived."
Fang Xuanling stood up, took down a few volumes from the bookshelf on the side, and whispered: "You should read these books first."
"good."
Zhang Xin'an nodded and watched him sit down again and continue to review the memorial.
The study room was very cold, and it was very uncomfortable to sit there. Zhang Xin'an lit the oil lamp on the side and started to read. These volumes were filled with many annotations on the compilation of national history.
While looking at the little face, the brows were furrowed, I couldn’t understand, it was so awkward!
After sitting for a long time, it feels even colder here, and my hands and feet are cold.
Zhang Xin'an saw that the brazier on the side was about to go out, so he quickly added some charcoal fire, and then opened the window on the side to let the sunlight into the study.
After finishing his work, he simply sat outside the study and read in the sun, which made him feel more comfortable.
Not long after, Fang Xuanling's words came from the room, "How do you like it?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xin'an stood up and walked into the room again, replying: "Disciple can't understand."
"can't read?"
"Well, I just don't understand."
Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, "That's right. At your age, you can't understand such an inexperienced student. I haven't prepared any books for children to learn. I'll order someone to bring a few volumes another day."
"Thank you, teacher."
Looking at the sunset outside the window, Fang Xuanling said again: "That's it, you go back first."
"Disciple resigns."
On the way back to Lishan Mountain, Zhang Xin'an sat on the shaft of the carriage with a gloomy look on her face. Aunt Yang drove the horse and asked, "Little Marquis, are you unhappy?"
"Well, I was thinking how many sentences the celestial minister said this day, five? Six?"
Aunt Yang added: "The prime minister is a very busy person."
Zhang Xin'an sighed and tightened his clothes. It was already dark when he returned to Lishan Mountain.
At home, his younger brother Qiu'er was crying, and his elder sister was scolding him.
Zhang Xin'an sat down tiredly and interrupted her sister's scolding, "Sister, the prime minister seems unwilling to teach me."
Zhang Qingqing didn't care about his younger brother anymore, left him in the care of his aunt, and asked, "What did the prime minister tell you?"
He told his sister everything that happened throughout the day, including the fact that the prime minister sat in the study all day without imparting any words at all.
Zhang Qingqing said: "How do you think the prime minister should teach you?"
"My brother doesn't understand what my sister means."
"And after a while, you go to the room prime minister's house to read every two days as agreed. If he still does this, my sister will accompany you to find out."
Listening to sister's words, Zhang Xin'an felt better, "It's better that sister is nice to me."
Zhang Qingqing was a little worried and asked Fang Xiang to be his teacher. This stupid brother would probably suffer a lot in the future.
The Tang Dynasty entered the twelfth lunar month in the seventeenth year of Zhenguan.
Zhang Yang is looking at a volume of books sent by the Technical Institute. Now Chang'an has more and more paper, and Guanzhong has not been short of paper this year.
The emperor had his own paper-making workshop, so he intensified his efforts in paper-making. One foot of Zhenguan paper only cost ten yuan. The price could not be said to be cheap, nor too expensive.
The title of the book is a feasibility report on the Yellow River's control of water and sand erosion.
Li Yue placed a plate of wheat cakes on the table, "You haven't had lunch yet."
Zhang Yang ate the wheat cake and put down the scroll.
"How about it?"
"It's still not very good. The theory is enough, but the practical report is still very poor."
Li Yue also ate the wheat cake and nodded: "It tastes really good."
Aunt Wang came in a hurry, interrupting the couple's temporary free time. She said anxiously: "The doctor at the medical center said that Mr. Wang is on his deathbed."
Zhang Yang put down the wheat cake in his hand and said in surprise: "How could this happen?"
Aunt Wang added: "It's better for the county prince to go and see for himself."
"I'll go right away."
Zhang Yang simply tidied up, put on his coat, and hurried out of the house.
At noon in Lishan, the twelfth lunar month is the time when the children here are the most playful. Zhang Yang hurriedly walked through their playfulness.
When I came to the medical clinic, it was winter, and it was also the season when wind and cold were most common, so there were many people coming to see the doctor.
No one noticed that the young man passing by in a hurry was the Marquis of Lishan County.
Zhang Yang came to a ward and saw the prince lying on the couch.
Cui Zhiti sighed and said: "I have been ill for a long time, and now I have collapsed. I am extremely ill. County Marquis, he is on his deathbed now. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Thank you very much."
Cui Zhiti shook his head and sighed, "As a eunuch, he has a long life. Does this person have a family?"
Zhang Yang shook his head, "He has no relatives."
"Um."
Cui Zhiti nodded and led his doctors out of the ward, closing the door behind him.
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and didn't know what to say.
After a long time, the prince slowly opened his eyes, turned around and called out in a low voice, "Marquis of the County."
Zhang Yang said: "You have worked hard all your life."
The prince turned back to look at the roof of the ward and whispered: "This year in Lishan is the happiest year for me. Thank you, County Marquis."
Zhang Yang looked out the window and said, "Stop talking. The more you talk, the more uncomfortable you will feel."
"The county prince is blaming the old slave for not listening to the advice and leaving your majesty as soon as possible."
Zhang Yang stood up straight with his hands behind his back, "That's your persistence. If you think this is a good death, then it is a good death."
The prince coughed again, "Actually, your Majesty has become more and more suspicious since the Qizhou Rebellion."
"Well, he hasn't been to Lishan for three years."
"Actually, I heard that His Majesty was ill two months ago."
"I got it."
"Hehehe..."
The old man's laughter was not pleasant, even a little bit off-putting.
This was the first time I heard him laugh.
But it was already on his deathbed.
Zhang Yang said again: "Eunuch Wang, do you have any wishes?"
He said slowly: "Most of your Majesty's people are on the way, and they will bury me in Zhaoling. That's enough."
"Only this?"
The prince nodded and said: "In the past, I felt that I had nothing to worry about, but now I do. I hope that Lishan will always be peaceful and prosperous, but I can't let it go."
There was a pause in his words.
Zhang Yang handed over a bowl of hot tea, but he pushed it away again.
The prince shook his head and said: "I am not thirsty, so I will tell the county prince today that your majesty is indeed ill, and only a few people know about it, including the old slave. Many princes do not know, only the queen, Just the old slave, Lu Zhaolin and some internal servants."
"As for your majesty's condition, I don't know. I can only know from a few words that he has been ill for a long time. That's all. I really don't want to see that one day in the future, your majesty will meet with Lishan in battle. Then This world... is really in doom."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man, smiled kindly, and finally closed his eyes.
The setting sun fell into this ward, Zhang Yang sat on a chair, stroking his forehead in distress, and another old man left Lishan.
Not long after, Li Junxian came with people, and they took away the prince.
Zhang Yang watched calmly as the people took him away, and walked back to Lishan with a solemn expression.
At least during the more than a year he spent in Lishan, he lived a life of his own.
The prince was gone, but he remained loyal to His Majesty until his death.
There was also Zheng Gong, who was still unwilling to retire from the court until his death.
People in this era are always like this...
Zhang Yang went to the house where Wang Gonggong lived and tidied up his house. The place he lived in was very simple, with only some necessary furniture and no superfluous things.
After packing some clothes and lighting a fire, it was like ending the friendship that had lasted so many years.
When I returned to the mountain, I was not in a good mood.
Li Yue arranged for the children to leave on their own after eating. The couple was left in the house and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"The prince is gone."
"I heard from my aunt that my father will give him a proper funeral."
Zhang Yang said in a low voice: "I heard from the prince this time that your father is indeed ill. I think this time the Imperial Medical Office sent people to Tianshan to ask for medicine, mostly to be prepared if the condition worsens in the future."
Li Yue looked nervous, "Do you know what the disease is?"
"have no idea?"
"I'm going to write a letter to ask my mother."
Zhang Yang took her hand and shook his head gently.
Li Yue looked at her husband in confusion. What she saw in her eyes was vigilance, and she asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"You can't ask, you have to pretend you don't know."
Li Yue sat down again, thinking about the cause and effect of the matter, her brows furrowed, her eyes closed, her eyelashes beating a little because of nervousness.
Thinking of what I just had to do, I felt a little scared at the moment.
I saw her sitting on the chair, somewhat at a loss.
Zhang Yang walked up to her, squatted down, grabbed her hand, and looked up at her, "The emperor's physical condition is the most stringent thing. The prince told me about this before he died. Your father's suspicion has already been resolved." That's enough."
Li Yue whispered: "Just because he is the emperor, he can even be suspicious of his own children."
Zhang Yang patted her hand lightly, "It's very cruel."
"Not cruel." Li Yue shook his head and said: "Compared with what I experienced when I was a child, this point in front of me is nothing."
Zhang Yang smiled with relief, "Yes, no matter how difficult it was in the past, you have overcome it. In fact, your heart is already very strong."
She also laughed and whispered: "There are no weak people in our family."
Zhang Yang stood up and sat aside, whispering about the next arrangements.
Outside the house, Zhang Qingqing and her two younger brothers were sitting by the stove, grilling mutton skewers. From time to time, she looked towards the study, where she could see her father and mother sitting opposite each other under the lights.
"Sister, what did your parents say?"
Zhang Qingqing shook his head, "If you can't hear clearly, it must be something very important."
In the study, Li Yue held her temple with one hand and looked at the drawings in front of her. "In the past, Lishan Mountain was planned to be built into an industrial cluster. Now, the whole Guanzhong has become an industrial cluster."
"Well, that's all we can do if we want to grow ourselves."
Li Yue whispered: "It seems that North Korea is grasping the production end, but in fact the control is very poor. As long as we cut off the production end, the entire Guanzhong economy will stop immediately."
Zhang Yang walked back and forth in the study, "If Guanzhong's economy comes to a standstill, what will the emperor do?"
"There is nothing he can do except order counties to resume production."
Li Yue was still a little hesitant, "Can we achieve such a great appeal?"
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "I will handle this matter."
Li Yue put down the pen in her hand and whispered: "During this period, Lishan will work hard to accumulate goods. Xiaohui, Xiaowu and I will make arrangements."
Zhang Yang walked to the door and opened the door. Three children ran in, each holding a large bunch of mutton in their hands, which was delicious.
"Dad, what did you and mother just say in the study?"
The three children were very conscious. They each placed their footbaths and sat in a row to wash their own feet.
Zhang Yang also washed his feet, sat in front of the three children and said, "Our family must always make plans and be prepared for the worst."
