They are sitting together now, each doing their own thing. Time seems to have returned to the time when they were in Langhuan Pavilion. After many years, there is someone next to them again, and the two of them feel at ease and real. Novel [Update soon&nbp;&nbp;Please search] Once Zhao Zheng handles government affairs, he is very focused, and once Zhao Gao reads a book, he is also unwavering. Time passes little by little. Apart from the rustling of bamboo slips being turned, there was no other movement in the house.
It was not until later that Zhao Gao took the first step to read the things in his hands and glanced at Zhao Zheng unconsciously. Seeing the calm look on his face when he was concentrating on the memorial, he couldn't help but think of the dagger. People say: Mu Mu the King of Qin, some women will admire him, and some scholars will imitate him.
In the past, when Zhao Gao heard people mention him, he was still stuck in the impression of a bun face and short legs. He had no deep feelings about him. He even thought that he might be spreading rumors and exaggerating. The person was right in front of him, and he looked at it carefully, but even he was stunned. "The rocks are like pine trees, and the Lang Lang is like the moon." I'm afraid it's nothing more than that?
After coming back to his senses, Zhao Gao quickly suppressed the strangeness in his heart, picked up a pen and memorized what he had just read on a diabolo slip. It wasn't until a long time later that Zhao Zheng suddenly slapped the writing table with a sullen face and said in protest: "Come here, bring Zheng Guo to me." Zhao Gao, who was writing, was startled by him, and there were suddenly more words on the bamboo slips. A few ink spots.
"Your Majesty, what happened?" Zhao Gao asked with concern when he saw that his face was not good. "Zheng Guo is actually the mastermind of South Korea. He, South Korea, has a good idea and wants to bring down Qin State. Humph, it's just an idiot's dream!" When Zhao Zheng said this, Zhao Gao vaguely remembered the construction of Zheng Guo Canal. Zhao Gao immediately put down his pen and chuckled: "Oh, this kind of strategy to tire Qin is funny, it's just a desperate struggle."
Zhao Zheng couldn't find a place to vent his anger. Zhao Gao burst out laughing when he saw him. Although the anger was gone, he said with some "blame": "Xiao Gao, you are still laughing." Zhao Gao's expression did not change. She patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't be upset..."
Zhou Wu, who had just finished running two hundred times around the post house with a heavy load, heard that something had happened. He didn't even bother to take a breath and wipe his sweat. He immediately ran to Zhao Zheng dripping with sweat. The door of the hall had already been blocked by him. He kicked it off, and all he had to do to go in was lift his legs. When he turned to the inner room, he suddenly saw his king and the scholar looking at him, and he was immediately frozen in place.
Seeing that Zhao Gao was interrupted by Zhou Wu before he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng asked sadly: "You still think you haven't run enough? I don't mind if you run a hundred more." After hearing this, Zhou Wu hurriedly smiled and said: " Hey, Your Majesty, I just thought something happened, so I came in and took a look, came in and took a look, if nothing happens..."
Zhao Zheng waved his hands in annoyance and asked: "How long will it take to bring Zheng Guo here?" Zhou Wu saw that he was not in the mood to joke, so he became serious, and thought about it carefully: "Back to your Majesty, the place where the canal is built is not far away from here. It’s not far, we’ll be there tomorrow afternoon.”
Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said: "Very good, here's the order, I will see Zheng Guo the next morning." When he heard that it was the next morning, Zhou Wu subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead and did not dare to delay. He folded his hands and bowed. "No." Zhou Wu went out to make some arrangements and came back to wait. When Zhao Zheng saw him coming in, he pointed to the bamboo slips on the case and said, "Pack these away. I am going out for a walk now, so don't follow me." ”.
Zhou Wu shouldn't have done these things, but he knew what he had done today and was so dejected that he didn't dare to say anything. Hearing that the king said that he wanted to go out for a walk, it was almost time for the daytime meal. The daytime meal was not needed anymore and no one wanted to follow him. Zhou Wu looked at the scholar angrily. Unexpectedly, the scholar smiled again.
When he came in just now, Zhao Gao actually nodded slightly and saluted him out of courtesy, but when he saw Zhao Gao's smile, the words "serve the king with sex" popped into his mind, he frowned and simply pretended. Zuo has not seen. He, Zhou Wu, has never seen such a spineless pretty boy in his life.
From Zhao Zheng's point of view, Zhao Gao's expression cannot be seen, so he is not aware of the interaction between the two. Although Zhao Gao saw it, he didn't take it seriously. He actually liked Zhou Wu's sassy and upright attitude. Although he didn't know why he was like this, he had already observed the etiquette, and the rest was other people's business.
He couldn't stop Zhao Zheng from leaving. Just when he was about to follow him secretly to take a look, his subordinates stopped him. "Boss, this doesn't seem to be a memorial, right?" Zhou Wu took it over and took a look at it, and saw the bamboo slips that Zhao Gao had just silently written on. When he saw it, he felt even more disdainful of the scholar.
This pretty boy is really capable, and his calligraphy is really good, but he actually wants to please the king by imitating his handwriting. Unfortunately, the king's calligraphy is vigorous and majestic. How can he imitate the charm? Zhou Wu threw the bamboo slips aside in disgust, ordered a few people, and led them to secretly catch up with his king.
On the other hand, Zhao Zheng went out to give some instructions and took Zhao Gao to go out. "This place is not far from Yueyang, why don't we go and have a look." Zhao Gao took the initiative to hold him and said, "If the king must go out, then just wait." Although Zhao Zheng was puzzled, he still let him hold him. .
"Your Majesty, follow me." Seeing Zhao Gao take something out of his sleeve and smearing it on his face, and feeling his warm fingertips playing with his face from time to time, Zhao Zheng felt that it was quite useful. , it just didn’t take long to complete. The feeling of the whirling fingers on his face disappeared. Zhao Zheng felt a little regretful, but he still looked at the bronze mirror along the direction of his fingers.
In just a few strokes, his heroic face turned into a dull "bark". "My lord, I have been wronged." Zhao Zheng thought: He is really wronged now, but did the person in front of him give him a chance to say no? Just when Zhao Zheng was distracted, Zhao Gao also played with his face.
Today, Zhao Zheng is wearing black clothes without any decoration, while Zhao Gao is wearing an inconspicuous white clothes. Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Zheng suddenly gritted his teeth: Isn't this the sallow complexion that he had been worried about for a long time that day? At that time, I only thought that he was not having a good life, but I didn’t want to live a “bad life” like this.
Zhao Gao didn't know the reason. He only thought that Zhao Zheng was dissatisfied with himself and then asked: "The method I got from an old doctor is just to avoid attracting attention. If the king doesn't like it, then..." Zhao Zheng was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he led the man out and explained what happened to him when he met the Confucian scholar in the market yesterday.
"So that's the case, it makes the king worried." Zhao Gao felt quite funny after hearing what he said. It was still raining lightly before going out today, so the potion would easily dissolve if it was wet too much, so Zhao Gao simply did not apply it. Therefore, when he appeared in front of Zhao Zheng, it was his original appearance. Hearing what Zhao Gao said, Zhao Zheng was relieved: With Xiao Gao's temperament, how could he wrong himself? It would be fine if he didn't wrong others.
There is a saying that "the road is far away with fragrant grass and luxuriant hair, eight hundred miles of Qinchuan is the earliest, and the flowers and trees are beautiful in the suburbs." Yueyang is located in the Guanzhong Plain known as "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan". Mulan Festival just passed yesterday, so you can no longer see the velvety spring grass. However, there is a lot of knee-deep green grass outside the city. Although it lacks the freshness of the early spring green grass, it has its own green beauty.
Yueyang is the old capital of the Qin State. Although it has been more than a hundred years since Duke Xiao moved, it is the hub of Guanzhong between Lu and the Three Jin Dynasties. Whether entering Qin for business or Qin using troops against Zhao, all must pass through here, so For more than a hundred years, its prosperity has not diminished at all.
The two rode horses along the official road and arrived at Yueyang in a short time. After all, this was the first time that the two of them took to the streets alone. I finally visited Handan City once at the beginning of the year, and there were two of Xiao Gao's friends. Among them, Zhao Zheng, named Wang Chong, was the most impressed, and he felt uneasy and kind-hearted.
The first thing Zhao Zheng did when he entered the city was not to take Zhao Gao straight to Qin Feng Tower, but just to find a lively wine shop. Zhao Gao saw this and was very pleased: he had not forgotten the previous teachings. Speaking of which, this wine shop is far less luxurious than the old Qin Feng Tower in Yueyang. It is just a place for entertainment for the business class. Not to mention Zhao Zheng's status, even many ministers below the rank of Ninth Minister in the court disdain to come to such a place.
But Zhao Zheng, the King of Qin, felt very safe sitting here. He looked at Zhao Gao and asked, "Drink some wine?" Zhao Gao came to Qin from Shu last month. He was used to seeing the beautiful bamboo forests and landscapes in Sichuan, and was used to eating exquisite rice and Sichuan cuisine. As soon as he entered Qin, he saw the Qin People's Congress A bowl of wine and a big bowl of meat, I just felt so generous. When Zhao Zheng asked me, I was willing to give it a try, so I nodded.
Zhao Zheng didn't want to wrong Zhao Gao. Although the number of food spots was not exaggerated, they were all the best in the wine shop. They had meat, vegetables and wine, which was enough. The meat was a large piece of yellow beef, and the store kept a meat-cutting knife on the side. The vegetables were Qin people’s favorite bitter vegetables, and the wine was Qin people’s favorite Yongxian famous wine. Zhao Zheng went to the store specially to find Zhao Gao behind his back. Brought rice.
"I heard you say you like to eat this before. I couldn't do it at that time. Now the prefect of Shu County pays me a lot of tribute every year. I don't do much. I will give it all to you in the future." In fact, although Zhao Gao was a southerner in his previous life , I was not used to eating millet rice and millet rice when I came here, but after eating it for so many years, I got used to it. Zhao Gao just mentioned it casually back then, but he didn't expect that Zhao Zheng would still remember it after so many years, and today...
At that moment, Zhao Gao didn't know what he was feeling. He picked up the bowl in a daze, put a chopstick in his mouth and chewed it repeatedly. He felt that the fragrance of rice between his teeth was stronger than ever before. "Does it taste good?" Zhao Gao nodded. He wanted to say "Thank you", but he swallowed it when it came to his mouth, because he knew that Zhao Zheng would not be happy to hear such words.
So Zhao Gao simply picked up the small jar of wine, poured it into two empty pottery bowls, and handed one bowl to Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng took the pottery bowl tacitly, and the two of them raised their hands slightly, then raised their heads and drank the wine in one gulp with those unspoken thoughts. After drinking, they turned the pottery bowl over in tacit understanding, and there was no trace of it. Leftover.
"The wine is mellow and thick, and the tail is clean and long. The wine sent by Yong County is really good." Zhao Gao has a delicate appearance, which often gives people the illusion that he is weak and can be bullied. In fact, Zhao Zheng knows that what is hidden under his gentle appearance is His masculinity is not inferior to anyone's, and his inner tenacity is sometimes beyond even his own reach.
Back then, I accidentally heard someone from the Guo Mansion say that even people like Guo Kai admired his demeanor that was neither humble nor arrogant. Speaking of reading, the job of a civil servant in Taishi Mansion is not easy, but Zhao Gao insists on spending his lunch break every day to go to Langhuan Pavilion to read. Even if he is tired and sleepy, he just finds a shelf to lean on. Zhao's mother said that his good calligraphy was also acquired by practicing hard day and night over the past years.
"I didn't know Xiao Gao had such a good drinker." Zhao Gao smiled leisurely. This was achieved through practicing with that drunkard Wei Liao. Thinking of the two years in Chu State, he and Wei Liao read and practiced swordplay during the day and drank under the moonlight at night. It was quite pleasant. After coming back to his senses, Zhao Gao asked casually: "Is Senior Wei Liao okay?"
"Xiao Gao knows Lao Guowei?" Zhao Zheng asked strangely. Zhao Gao didn't answer, but curled up his lips with an unfathomable smile. Zhao Zheng felt something was wrong in his heart, but couldn't explain why for the moment, so he had to suppress the matter for the time being and replied: "The old man is very tough. Half of the fine wine in our country's treasury has gone into his stomach, which makes him feel good." When Zhao Zheng said this, his teeth itched with hatred.
The conditions for the old man to stay in the Qin State were neither money nor official status, and the only condition was wine. Zhao Zheng still remembered how compelling the old man's eyes were when he took him to the treasury to pick up wine. Although Zhao Zheng felt sorry for those good wines, in order to keep them, he had no choice but to part with them.
Zhao Gao felt funny when he saw Zhao Zheng's angry expression: "Senior's temperament has not changed at all..."
