A look of exhaustion appeared on Wu Lin's face. After talking with Zhang He for half an hour, the conversation changed: "Now that Hu Weiyong is in control of Zhongshu, the position of Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is becoming more and more difficult to occupy."
Zhang He heard Wu Lin's intention to quit and said, "Among all the ministers in the Ministry of official affairs, you are the only one who is the same as Zhan. Zhan is a talented person, he is known as the best in carrying out orders, and his conduct is particularly upright. And you are a master of Confucian classics." Learn from the past, and the strategies you propose will be beneficial to the court, and you will be more honest. With the two of you here, Prime Minister Hu will not be able to interfere with the officials. But if you leave, Shangshu Zhan will be unable to support himself..."
Wu Lin rubbed her withered hands and sighed: "I'm old. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I will die in office."
"Brother Wu, how can you say such depressing words?"
Zhang He was shocked.
Wu Lin stood up and looked deeply at Zhang He: "Hu Xuan recommended you to Hongwen Hall before he left. This is indeed the most suitable for you. There is no turmoil there. It's just different above the court. There are countless undercurrents. If you take a wrong step, it will be very difficult." This may be the point of no return. You can stay in Hongwen Hall with peace of mind, talk less about current affairs and do more practical things."
Zhang He came forward and took Wu Lin's arm: "It seems that you have made up your mind."
Wu Lin chuckled: "Yes, I plan to go back to Huanggang. I still have five acres of land at home. I can plant rice seedlings and harvest in a few days, so I can enjoy a happy old age."
Zhang He knew he couldn't keep her: "Whenever, I will send you off."
Wu Lin thought for a while and said solemnly: "After New Year's Day and wishing His Majesty the New Year, I will submit another letter to resign."
Zhang He nodded and said with regret: "Now that you are gone, I will have one less person to talk to in Jinling. It is really difficult to talk about the affairs of the court at the moment. Since you have decided to go, then just do whatever you want." "
Wu Lin nodded slightly and walked out of Zhang's house accompanied by Zhang He.
There was the sound of blowing and beating in the distance. In the festive procession, a young man wearing a red robe and riding a tall horse rode away in the spring breeze surrounded by everyone.
Seeing this scene, Wu Lin suddenly remembered something: "Looking at today's civil and military affairs, either the founders of the country or people with profound backgrounds, because the war is not over, it is difficult to know the blessings and disasters. However, among the younger generation, I see that Gu The official has extraordinary talents, and this person is related to Mu Mansion, East Palace, and Huagai Palace. His Majesty seems to value him. This person is in his weak years and has no marriage. Jingyue, do you understand what I mean?"
Jingyue is the name of Zhang He.
Zhang He heard this and frowned: "Brother Wu, do you want the Zhang family to marry the Gu family?"
Wu Lin laughed out loud: "If I have a girl to be my wife, I'm afraid I've already found a matchmaker to find a match. If I'm not mistaken, although this person will inevitably cause trouble in the future, he will become a great person sooner or later, and he will not let Wan girl Suffer a loss."
Zhang He was silent.
Wu Lin bowed her hands and left. After all, it was not a family matter, and it would not be appropriate to say too much.
After seeing off Wu Lin, Zhang He returned to the mansion. As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he heard the long sound of the piano. Standing there and listening carefully, he found that it was the song "High Mountain" from "High Mountains and Flowing Waters".
"High Mountains and Flowing Waters" comes from "Liezi·Tang Wen". It is said that Boya was good at drums and harp, and Zhong Ziqi was good at listening.
Boya's ambition was to play the drum and harp in the high mountains. Zhong Ziqi said: "It's so good. It's as high as Mount Tai."
Boya's drum and harp were focused on the flowing water. Zhong Ziqi said: "It's so good. It's as vast as a river."
Whatever Bo Ya wants, Zhong Ziqi will definitely get it. When Ziqi died, Boya said that there would be no more music in the world. He would break the strings of his harp and never play the drum again for the rest of his life.
"High Mountains and Flowing Waters" was originally a song, but in the Yuan Dynasty, it was divided into two parts, becoming "High Mountains" and "Flowing Waters", which gave a sense of separation.
Zhang He listened to the sound of the piano and walked away. He stopped outside the window and looked at his daughter Zhang Xiwan who was playing the piano in the attic. When a pair of hands smoothed the strings and the sound of the piano disappeared, Zhang He said: "It's precious to know each other, but it's hard to find a good friend. My daughter This tune cannot be played by Gu Qingqing, right?"
When Zhang Xiwan saw her father outside, she quickly got up and came down from the attic. She saluted Zhang He and said, "Father, my daughter is just passing the time and playing the strings occasionally. She doesn't have that much thought."
Zhang He looked at his daughter carefully, until Zhang Xiwan lowered his head, and then said: "Since your mother left, your father has been very strict with you. In the blink of an eye, you have passed the age of hairpin, and it is time to talk about marriage. .”
Zhang Xiwan became nervous and said quickly: "My daughter still wants to stay with her father for a few more years."
Zhang He waved his hand: "I'm glad that you have such thoughts as a father, but - it's time for a girl to get married. There are many young talents in Jinling City. If you choose a good son-in-law for you as soon as possible, your father will have one less thing to do." Things on my mind.”
Zhang Xiwan's face was a little pale, and she opened her mouth slightly a few times, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she lowered her head and said, "Let my father arrange it."
Zhang He nodded slightly, turned and left.
The maid Xiaohe stood next to Zhang Xiwan and said eagerly: "Why do you still agree to the master if you don't already have a crush on me?"
Zhang Xiwan walked back to the attic, sat behind the piano table, and stroked the strings with her delicate fingers: "Gu Zhengchen and I only met each other once, where did we find the right person?"
Xiao He was a little anxious: "But when the young lady talks to Gu Qingqing, she always asks questions around Gu Zhengchen."
"Have it?"
Zhang Xiwan was a little surprised.
Xiaohe nodded repeatedly: "Of course, ten words cannot be separated from him."
Zhang Xiwan raised her hand and patted Xiaohe: "Don't talk nonsense."
Seeing that Zhang Xiwan refused to admit it, Xiao He took the bronze mirror on the side and said, "Miss, look, your panic is written all over your face."
Zhang Xiwan looked at the bronze mirror.
In the mirror, there was a face without much color, an expression full of uneasiness, and eyes full of sadness and pain.
Confused and overwhelmed.
But what can I do?
As a woman, what else can she do besides obeying her father's arrangements?
No one can disobey the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers.
Even if he told his father that he had met Gu Zhengchen and had a crush on him, so what?
Gu Zhengchen couldn't help but have forgotten the shocking glimpse. He had never understood Gu Zhengchen in depth. What kind of person he was, it was all based on Gu Qingqing's words and his own imagination.
But, can I be willing to obey my father's words and marry a complete stranger, someone I have never even heard of?
Zhang Xiwan lay on the bed, tossing and turning that night.
Zhang He didn't notice Zhang Xiwan's fatigue and uneasiness, and hurried to Hongwen Hall again.
The twelfth lunar month has finally come.
Most of the officials in the imperial court were very happy because the government office was sealed and only a few people were left on duty. Most officials could rest for a month.
A whole month's vacation is naturally very comfortable for officials.
It's just that Hu Weiyong has no way to rest. There is only one Hu Weiyong as prime minister in the entire Zhongshu Province. He doesn't even have Pingzhang Zhengshi or left and right prime ministers. There are just two political officials who dare not speak loudly - Ding Yu and Feng Mian.
Hu Weiyong is a person with a strong desire for power and a strong sense of crisis. Free time and rest will make him uneasy. Only by controlling the situation can he feel safe.
In Hu Weiyong's eyes, Gu Zhengchen is a person who is not easy to control!
