Chapter 215 Gentleman Pavilion [Part 1]

Zhao Feng waved his hand to Cao Feiliang with a complicated expression and said, "I have my own plans for this matter."

After a pause, Zhao Qian ordered Du Xiansheng: "Take Zhongping to my study!"

"Prince!" Cao Feiliang wanted to persuade him, but Zhao Qian had already stood up and left.

Gongsun Xuanxu grabbed Cao Feiliang, shook his head, and said, "The prince has his own plans. As subordinates, we are proposals, not decisions!"

Cao Feiliang frowned slightly, sighed helplessly, and said, "I'll trouble you to persuade the prince more in this matter in the future! Do things with a decisive and must not be as kind as a woman!"

Gongsun Xuanxu smiled unanimously and said, "I understand!"

Cao Feiliang complained in his heart that this bull's nose is really perfunctory. He sounds like he agrees, but after thinking about it carefully, he actually doesn't say anything. Understand? Do you know if you understand? Not necessarily, and what do you understand?

Even though he was slandering, Cao Feiliang would not have had a quarrel with Gongsun Xuanxu because of this.

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Zhao Qian looked at Zhong Shiheng who came in, for some reason, but suddenly felt like time flies. The strong middle-aged man in the past has now had a few more white silks on his temples.

Zhong Shiheng was wearing a green horn-patterned robe. In a trance, Zhao Feng seemed to remember the scene when he and Zhong Shiheng met for the first time. They came to meet each other in a hurry. One of them rode a horse outside the city and couldn't help but smile and said, "This dress seems to be the one that Brother Zhongping wore to see me three years ago?"

Zhong Shiheng's figure was about to bow, but he couldn't help but pause. "The emperor met the prince, but he didn't expect that the prince had such a good memory. It was that dress."

"Why are you still there?" Zhao Qian walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down. He asked with a complicated expression.

The treatment of officials in the Song Dynasty was not bad. Not to mention two sets of official uniforms in spring and winter, there were also cloth subsidies, which was enough for each family to have three sets of clothes in spring and winter every year. In addition, ancient fabrics were not as easy to wear than modern fabrics. Generally, a set of clothes for an official family could be used for one year, which was enough to be considered a savings evaluation.

Zhong Shiheng smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know why I stayed there. I wondered what to wear to see the prince. I didn't expect it, but I found him."

After carefully looking at the clothes on Zhong Shiheng's body, Zhao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Is it reincarnation? I came to see me in this outfit, and today I wore this outfit to say goodbye to me..."

Zhong Shiheng smiled bitterly and said, "Prince, the lower official can only tell you that the lower official has never betrayed the prince, nor has he done anything to harm the prince..."

After a pause, Zhong Shiheng said: "The reason why the subordinates asked for transfer is not that the subordinates do not favor the prince, but that the prince has thought about something that has not been done with the way to be an official. It is impossible to have the second path of civil and military!"

Zhao Chen nodded without comment.

Zhong Shiheng continued: "Although the prince's status is noble, it is precisely because of this honor that the prince cannot take the path of a military officer. Although the civil servant's career is dependent on ability, it is not effective quickly and is more concerned with qualifications. No matter how good the prince's ability is and how high the starting point is, it will probably take twenty years to ascend to the position of the minister! For the prince, this is nothing. The prince is only seventeen years this year, twenty years, but only thirty-seven years!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Shiheng smiled bitterly, raised his hand to touch his temples, and said, "But what about Xiaguan? I think the prince also saw this white hair. Before he knew it, Xiaguan was already fifty years old! Twenty years old..."

A helpless feeling sounded leisurely in the study.

After a sigh, Zhong Shiheng calmed down and said indifferently: "The Xiaguan has been unable to wait for twenty years, and it is impossible to wait for ten years. The prince also remembers the kindness of the prince for the Xiaguan, and can only repay it in the future! I hope the prince understands that when he is at the age of the Xiaguan, the only thing he still cares about is to benefit his descendants. I hope he can leave them a good shelter in his later years! I hope the prince understands!"

Zhao Qian smiled bitterly and nodded, "I understand! Although many people say, Zhongping, you have betrayed me, but I still believe that Zhongping, you have not betrayed me. But I didn't expect that the reason is actually from heaven... Time is such a ruthless killing knife!"

Zhong Shiheng smiled deeply with a deep sense of bitterness in his smile.

After hesitating, Zhong Shiheng bowed deeply to Zhao Jin and said, "Prince, actually... there is another reason!"

Zhao Qian was a little surprised, but still asked with a calm expression: "What is it?"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Zhong Shiheng said: "The official family has summoned a low-ranking official..."

Zhao Chen nodded without comment. It was normal for Song Renzong to summon Zhong Shiheng. Zhong Shiheng was also the magistrate of Jingdong East Road and was an important deputy to Zhao Chen. If Song Renzong did not summon him, Zhao Chen might be strange.

However, the words below Zhong Shiheng made Zhao Jin's face froze. "The words of the official family...the words mean that he hopes to serve in the northwest."

Zhong Shiheng's words are not long, but smart people don't need to say too much.

Before Zhao Qian could come back from this news, Zhong Shiheng had already returned with a pale face. "Prince, I hope you take good care of yourself! The official has surrendered!"

After saying that, Zhong Shiheng turned around and left without waiting for Zhao Jin's agreement.

However, Zhao Qian no longer cared about Zhong Shiheng's departure. He was already shocked by Zhong Shiheng's last words. After Zhong Shiheng walked for a long time, Zhao Qian came to his senses a little.

With a wry smile, he picked up the pen and drew a chair on the rice paper. Although it was simple, if you look closely, you can tell that it was the dragon chaise in the Golden Palace.

After looking at this piece of rice paper for a long time, Zhao Feng was covered in pain and lay on the desk.

Unconscious murmurs floated in the study like ghosts. "Sixth brother! Sixth brother!..."

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"Prince, it's almost time!" Gongsun Xuanxu's voice came slowly through the carved wooden door.

Zhao Jin raised his head on the desk and looked at it. He found that it was already dark. The originally bright study room was covered with a faint shadow, accompanied by a row of bookshelves full of books. It felt a bit like a ghost in the strange story of the Chinese Studio.

He raised his hand and rubbed the stiff muscles on his face. Zhao Qian said, "I delayed thinking about the Zhao family store. I am really ashamed! But what should I go, I should go!"

Gongsun Xuanxu outside was surprised and said, "Prince, what's wrong with you? I'm ready to go to the Zhao family store to attend the banquet. On the contrary, if you have any health problems, don't force me!"

However, Zhao Jin's voice was hoarse, which made Gongsun Xuanxu feel worried.

Zhao Qian hesitated for a moment. Still didn't tell what Song Renzong might be suspicious of himself. "I think he was stimulated by Zhongping, and there was nothing left. Since the gentleman is already prepared, that's fine. Go down and change your clothes and go to the hall to wait for me!"

Although Gongsun Xuanxu was still a little worried, since Zhao Jin had made up his mind, he couldn't talk about it anymore.

When I went out, it started to rain spring. The fine rain water, like cow hair, fell on the naked skin, exposed on the skin outside the clothes. It felt itchy. I reached out in the rain and let the tiny rain water fall on my palm.

"I won't ride a carriage. Riding a horse!" Zhao Feng took back his hand that was stretching out the railing and ordered lightly.

"Yes!" Zhao Yingwu turned around and arranged the situation.

When he arrived at the hall, Gongsun Xuanxu had already changed into Taoist robe and dressed in a private outfit, but he looked a bit rich and kind.

The two of them didn't talk much. After each other, Zhao Qian headed to the front yard. The carriages and horses were ready. Zhao Yingwu walked up with a black cloak of wind. Zhao Qian took it and put it on, hesitated for a while, and did not put the hood on. He walked into the rain curtain and let the drizzle hit his face, giving it a itchy feeling.

"Your Majesty, when you arrive at the Zhao family's main store, you're afraid that your appearance will be messed up, so you'd better wear a hood!" Wang Guiqian went immediately, stunned for a moment, and persuaded him.

Zhao Qian narrowed his eyes, looked up at the sky, felt the wet and cold rain touching the skin on his face, and murmured: "That's good, let the rain wake me up, otherwise I will continue to be in a daze!"

Wang Gui was confused and the prince’s words were so profound! Although he didn’t understand, he felt very powerful!

Gongsun Xuanxu looked at Zhao Jin deeply. What was the stimulation of the prince? Zhong Shiheng's request? It shouldn't be, the prince is not so fragile that he is so vulnerable. What exactly is it? But since the prince didn't say it, it would be useless to ask himself! Alas! I just hope that the prince will not be decadent because of this!

The group got on a horse or carriage and left the side door of the palace.

Although Bianliang City was the first city that never sleeps in ancient times, due to this spring rain, there were fewer people at night. On the road paved with bluestone, there were only scattered pedestrians. Holding various oil paper umbrellas and lighting on both sides of the road, it was a unique beauty.

Que Yue's black horse trotted, making a crisp sound on the bluestone slab, and the horse's hooves fell, stirring up a circle of small splashes.

Zhao Qian on the horse's back looked at the beautiful scenery, and his heart was not happy, but a faint melancholy. I wonder how many pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness behind this picturesque beauty are silently staring at him? Among them, there are a pair of eyes. Will their sixth brother belong to him?

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"Bang!" The crisp sound of the stumble sounded in the pavilion.

There were two people sitting in the pavilion, one old and the other middle school. The old man wore a crow-winged green round necklace, a sheep-finger jade belt tied with a waist, but his headdress was simple, but he was wearing a wingless black gauze hat. The middle-aged man dressed up with a blue round necklace without embroidered clothes, a black black hard cloth belt wrapped in his waist, and a soft gauze Tang scarf wrapped in his head.

"Dongweng, you are good at chess skills, but the students are defeated!" The staff looked at the chess game and couldn't help but be amazed. In a quiet voice, the four sides had turned into a big net, trapping their seemingly superior chess momentum in a corner.

The old man was Lu Yijian. Although he won, he was not very happy. He reached out and touched the white chess piece and said lightly: "The victory and the loss are not decided!"

The staff member was stunned and was about to say something, but a series of footsteps sounded.

Turning his head and looking over, a man walked over the path leading to the pavilion, dressed in green. Although it was raining outside, this person did not go into the pavilion to shelter from the rain. Instead, he stopped at the steps of the pavilion, lowered his head, and the sound passed through the rain curtain and slowly came. "Mr., the King of Changsha has gone out!"

Lu Yijian took a chess piece and played with it in his palm without comment.

The man in blue paused and continued, "The King of Changsha did not hide his whereabouts and set off on a tall horse. Although he was in the rain, he did not wear a hood."

Lu Yijian was playing with the chess piece's hand and stopped. The slippery chess piece slipped from the palm of his hand, making a crisp sound on the ground. "Is this a demonstration?"

"Dongweng, it's just a brave but unscrupulous A Dou! Why do you have to do this!" the aide quickly comforted him.

Lu Yijian shook his head and said, "You don't know!"

Suddenly, the originally solemn expression suddenly turned into laughter. "Haha! But that's good, otherwise wouldn't I be lonely?"

...The Palace...

The lights in the east pavilion of Yanfu Palace shone through the window paper, making the corridor hazy.

Yan Wenying walked to the corridor, looked at the room worriedly, and glanced at his adopted son Yan Shiliang who was waiting outside the door. "Have you been inside for many times?"

Yan Shiliang hurriedly bowed to Yan Wenying, smiled silently and said, "It has been half an hour and the memorial has not been processed. The Empress sent someone to invite the official family to dinner, but the official family refused, afraid it is..."

"Shut up!" Although there was no one next to him, Yan Wenying still stopped drinking with a serious expression. "In this way, we cannot say it out of the mouths of our inner court officials. Is that true? It is not something we should pay attention to!"

Yan Shiliang was shocked and quickly accused him: "What Dad said is, the child knows, the child knows!"

Yan Wenying's face calmed down a little, paused, and said hesitantly: "You go in and say, the two princes are out."

Yan Shiliang's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth with some trembling, saying, "You'll go now!"

As he said that, Yan Shiliang went to knock on the door and asked for a meeting.

"who?"

Song Renzong's slightly tired voice slowly passed through the carved wooden door and reached the ears of Yan Wenying and his son.

"The official family is the servant Yan Shiliang!" Yan Shiliang lowered his voice and reported.

After a while, the sound came from the room again. "Come in!"

"No!" Yan Shiliang Yingnuo said, pushing open the wooden door without pushing it too much, but just revealing a position that can accommodate people to enter sideways. After Yan Shiliang went in sideways, he closed the door. Yan Wenying, who was curious, looked at the door with regret.

After Yan Shiliang entered, no sound came from inside. What made Yan Wenying even more shocked was that Yan Shiliang had not come out after a long time. What happened to the official family?

…Zhao’s main store…
To be continued...