Fang was confused and puzzled.
She couldn't figure out why her husband was leaning on a corner of the carriage, seemingly distressed.
Could it be that he was sad about the sudden death of the prince?
How can it be!
As Princess Yong, she knows everything about the affairs of Prince Yong's house.
At that time, after receiving the emperor's imperial edict, her husband turned back to the study, dismissed all the servants and guards except her, and began to laugh and laugh wildly.
Even on the return carriage, he couldn't hold back his joy and pulled Ms. Zhang crazy in the carriage.
Thinking of Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Fang felt sad for a while.
Although she is Princess Yong, Mrs. Zhang was favored earlier than her, and now she even has children.
We have been married for two years. Outsiders don’t know, otherwise they would be stunned.
Who would have thought that the majestic Princess Yong has not yet slept with her husband?
Looking down at her barren figure, Fang felt even more discouraged.
If I were not born into the Qinghe Fang clan, and if this marriage was not personally arranged by the Queen, I am afraid that I would have been annulled long ago.
Thinking of this, Fang's tears flowed down.
Li Xian, who was grieving for himself on the other side, was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself, but he still saw Fang's cry.
No, I'm sad about family matters, why are you crying too?
"Ms. Fang, why are you crying?"
Hearing her husband's voice, Mrs. Fang was startled, and then she said, "I saw that you were hurt, so I couldn't help but cry, to make you laugh."
There is nothing funny about this, but a hint of touch also appeared in Li Xian's heart.
After all, he is the person who was inscribed with poems by the poet Shen Quanqi.
Tong's history is full of good news, and Qinggong Yifan remains.
The shape of the Luan is hidden in the mirror, and the soul travels with Feng Sheng.
Farewell to the day when the horse neighs, and the new fireflies fall in late autumn.
I don't know how to see the dawn in the grass, but I can see the sorrow of long clouds in the sky.
If Prince Zhang Huai is miserable, Princess Zhang Huai is not weak either.
It’s okay to have no heirs. It’s rare to have an unlucky husband. In the end, there was only an unknown poem that recorded her past. As for later generations of knowledgeable people, including archaeologists, they only mentioned it occasionally when they were studying Prince Zhang Huai.
When people are sad, they always need comfort.
Although the Fang in front of him was only sixteen years old and looked thin and small, Li Xian still waved to her.
Fang was stunned for a moment, but slowly leaned over.
Having something to hold in my arms makes me feel much better.
No matter how much you think about future generations, it will only add to your sorrow. My younger brother is already working. Although he is a bit cunning, he still has a filial piety. Although his parents will grieve for the rest of their lives, they have someone to support them, and his eldest son can breathe a sigh of relief.
Thinking about the present and how to develop in the future is really the top priority.
Since time travel has become an established fact, there is no room for regret. If he traveled through time and became Emperor Li Xian of the Tang Dynasty, he could still choose to win.
Li Xian's father was Li Dan. Because Li Dan was the puppet emperor, he did not encounter much setbacks in Wuzhou. Although he had a fierce younger brother, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji, after Li Longji stepped on the bloody throne, he needed to show his kindness to the world. Not only did he not harm his brother, but he was honored and favored.
But, no one can compare.
Thinking about the miserable life of "Prince Zhanghuai", Li Xian felt that it was necessary for him to fight. It won't work if you don't struggle. The current situation is that if you repeat a little bit, you will lose everything. Life is not a chess game, and there is no chance to do it again.
Facing the nightmare-like road ahead, Li Xian couldn't help but sigh.
Fang didn't sleep soundly while leaning on the carriage. Although he was much more comfortable now, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
When she heard her husband sigh, even though she was not favored, she still asked softly: "Why is your husband sighing?"
Li Xian lowered his head and glanced at Fang, but Li Xian said nothing.
What if you say something that hasn't happened yet? If there is no basis, saying it will just make people laugh.
With a slight cough, Li Xian said: "When I am thinking about something, please don't disturb me. Judging from the color of your eyes, I guess you haven't had a good rest this way, so you might as well take a nap."
It was the first time that Mrs. Fang was treated with tenderness. She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.
But she still closed her eyes obediently, and after a while, her breathing became regular.
After coaxing Fang to sleep, Li Xiancai continued to analyze by comparing the integrated memories with things he knew.
To do things, you must make a decision before taking action. Ever since he experienced an accident where he lost his ID card when he went out and almost couldn't return home, Li Xian developed a good habit of planning first and doing things later.
The plan can't keep up with the changes, let alone rush forward without thinking about anything.
It doesn't matter if you do small things in daily life, but it's stupid to do it when your life is involved...
Now in the second year of the Yuan Dynasty, Li Hongcai died suddenly.
Needless to say, while the court was mourning the death of the prince, it was also urging the emperor to establish a heir apparent.
Whether it was the Wude Year or the Zhenguan Year, what happened was really scary.
It's okay for people within the royal family to fight for that position, but outsiders are always involved.
Every time they fight, people will die, no matter how high they are.
Therefore, the best way for the emperor to appease his ministers is to establish a heir apparent.
However, Li Xian smiled helplessly when he recalled his fiefdom.
I'm afraid that my position as the crown prince was already half filled when I was granted the title of vassal.
The distance between Yongzhou and Chang'an is so close that if the map were not large, the place names would almost be squeezed together.
In addition, Prince Li Hong has been weak and sick since he was a child. It is impossible to say that this arrangement does not have deep meaning in it.
However, I am afraid that the aloof emperor did not expect that his arrangement would one day become a reality.
Rubbing his face, Li Xian wiped away the trace of ridicule and replaced it with a sad expression.
Originally, Li Xian was just a fool who returned to Chang'an to become the prince. How could he succeed like this?
He was jolting in the carriage with Mr. Zhang. How careless he was to do such a thing.
But fortunately, when he laughed, he drove away all the outsiders. Otherwise, just the fact that the brother died and the brother laughed would be enough to be impeached by the court officials.
An eldest brother is like a father. Now that the eldest brother has died of illness and his parents are grieving wildly, as a younger brother or a son, laughing is actually a great act of unfilial piety.
The Tang Dynasty was founded on filial piety and righteousness. Once someone was labeled as unfilial, it would be a big disaster.
Not to mention, when Li Hong was established as the prince, he not only took advantage of his eldest son, but also because the emperor valued his kindness and did not want the old story between his brothers to happen again.
Now that he is about to be crowned as the prince's son, he is rejoicing over the death of his elder brother. Even if he is not punished, a big pimple will lie on the throne of the prince. As for the person who is about to become the prince, his butt will never actually become a real one.
It seemed that it was necessary for him to look sad.
Although I have never seen what Li Hong looks like, I have no dispute with him spiritually.
However, Li Xian knew very well that the sadder he was at this time, the more he would be praised by everyone, especially the emperor.
Sharing happiness is nothing, sharing sadness is the best way to gain favor.
"Your Highness, we have arrived at Mei County Station. Now that it is dark, it is time to rest."
After holding Fang and thinking about things all afternoon, Li Xian didn't notice the change in the sky at all.
Now, when he heard the voice from the guards outside, he was able to break away from his contemplation.
Fang was still sleeping deeply. Li Xian did not wake her up, but quietly put her back into bed.
After completing all this, Li Xiancai walked out of the carriage and looked at the outside environment.
Next to the roadside is the inn. The inn is a place for officials who deliver military intelligence and edicts and announcements to board and change horses on the way. They are usually located on the official road.
Although Mei County is only a small county, it was built on a large scale because it was the only way to pass orders from Chang'an to the north.
Since the Tang Dynasty established the Anxi Protectorate in the 14th year of Zhenguan, military and government orders between Chang'an and the Anxi Protectorate have been very frequent. Therefore, even on the day of the prince's funeral, there were still many messengers staying at Mei County Station.
Shifting his gaze from the inn to his side, Li Xian suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The royal family's fleet consisted of more than twenty vehicles. This is his first luxury carriage. Looking back, there were four or five carriages pulling people, and after that, there were flat-bed carriages loaded with tents and food supplies.
When traveling long distances, these things are necessary and nothing.
However, what follows is outrageous.
Tables and chairs? Brocade couch?
Although the emperor's decree was only to return to Chang'an, this stupid boy packed everything he could. Going to a funeral should be like going to a funeral. How can there be a funeral like moving house?
Just when Li Xian was dumbfounded and thinking about how to make things right, a voice rang out:
"The magistrate of Mei County, Zhou Ke, pays homage to His Highness King Yong."
Hearing the sound, Li Xiancai turned his attention.
I saw an official in green robes in front of the guard's sword, tremblingly signing up.
With just one glance, Li Xian almost guessed the character of this official.
In the first year of the Shang Yuan Dynasty, although he inherited the prosperous age of Zhenguan, he was not rich enough to feed a county magistrate into a fat pig.
Officials of seventh rank and below wear green robes. As a county magistrate, if he is honest and loves the people, he should look like a sword beetle no matter how easy he is to gain weight.
However, there is no trace of running for the people in this guy.
He waved to the guards to let him go.
Sure enough, when Zhou Ke approached the carriage, his first words were:
"His Royal Highness King Yong, I have ordered the inn to be cleared, and rooms have been prepared for you and the royal family's entourage."
Seeing Zhou Ke's smiling face, Li Xian smiled and said nothing.
Obviously, this is an act of flattery. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that when King Yong goes to Chang'an, he will definitely fly into the sky.
but.
It's nothing more than flattery. If flattery affects the normal work of the post house, what's the difference between that and frame-up?
Although the messengers who were driven outside the inn seemed to be respectful, Li Xian knew very well that there were probably many people inside who were greeting him in their hearts.
Frowning, Li Xian said: "You are just a county magistrate, how dare you change the rules of the post house and treat the imperial messenger as nothing? It affects many people but only benefits me. Do you think I will be happy? This is nonsense!"
After hearing this reply, Zhou Ke's face was ashen, and his hot face was pressed against his cold butt!
As for the messengers around the post house, many people cheered loudly.
Waving to the man who looked like the postmaster, Li Xian ordered: "Let these messengers check in normally and do not interfere with their schedule. The royal fleet will set up their own accounts. The princess and the royal servants are expected to stay for a long time.
Find some incense and paper money for me. I want to sacrifice my brother from afar. Although my wife and family cannot bear the pain, I am already like Meng Lang for going to the funeral like this, and I have to apologize to my brother. In addition, find some fast horses for me. I only have a few guards, so I have to hurry back to Chang'an. "
As he spoke, Li Xian burst into tears.
It's really easy to shed tears. It's enough to just pick up the thoughts of the afternoon.
As for acting?
Everyone wears a mask to live in this world, so the eldest brother should stop laughing at the second brother.
Even if you are acting, you have to do the whole thing.
How can you be a good actor without shedding tears?
Stanislavsky's greatest proposition is to naturally combine people's natural emotions with the external actions inspired by them.
