Chapter 488 The carriage that got out of control unexpectedly (already run)
"Brother Hui, wasn't your Yushitai ordered by the Queen Mother to stay in Hanjing?"
"Brother Ziyu, I have resigned from my post as imperial censor. I am coming with you to worship at Yue Mountain. In addition to witnessing with my own eyes the grand occasion of His Majesty being entrusted with the throne, I also want to guard the late Emperor's mausoleum."
Next to the busy official road, a tall and thin Confucian scholar got off his horse, returned the greeting to a young Confucian scholar, and explained.
"The Empress Dowager has approved the resignation I submitted a few days ago. In the next three years... I will live under Jiyue Mountain. The late Emperor's kindness is truly unforgettable."
"I see."
Zhao Rong nodded.
Zhang Huizhi turned his head and glanced at the two carriages behind him.
Inside were women and children, as well as several disabled old servants.
He turned around and said calmly:
"On this trip, I brought Zhuojing and Quanzi with me, as well as some... old men in the house. Zhuojing is weak and prone to illness, so he needs to be closely guarded. Quanzi is young and stupid, so he has to be kept by his side for supervision."
Behind, the ordinary-looking woman stood up and saluted her husband's friend with her dull child.
Zhao Rong smiled, returned the favor, and then glanced at the disabled and miserable old servants.
Zhang Huizhi looked at him, lowered his eyes and explained:
"Some of those old men were veterans who had retired from the battlefield, and some were farmers who encountered difficulties in life when I was the magistrate of a certain place. They were grateful and insisted on following me, so they kept them with me, even though they were masters and servants.
status, but in reality they are also my family members."
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and said seriously: "Brother Hui is so noble and upright, I am ashamed of myself."
Zhang Huizhi looked solemn and shook his head, "Brother Ziyu, don't be like this. There is no need to rise to the moral level at this time, just follow your heart."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at him more and cupped his hands.
Not long after, the two Confucian scholars mounted their horses separately and chatted while walking.
It's not going fast.
Li Bai and the two carriages followed slowly behind them.
Zhao Rong withdrew his eyes from the huge and silent mourning team beside him, and said thoughtfully:
"Brother Hui, it turns out that the Longling Mausoleum of the Li family was built on the Moon Festival Mountain?"
The young Confucian scholar frowned slightly.
He was solely responsible for this trip to worship the moon and enshrine the Zen. He had not known that the Dugu family had such an arrangement before.
She hadn't mentioned it, and she didn't know whether she had forgotten it, or she felt that the burial of the late Emperor Dali in the imperial mausoleum had little to do with the ceremony, so she didn't tell him.
Zhang Huizhi blocked his mouth and whispered:
"Brother Ziyu, the matter of the imperial mausoleum involves the fate of the royal family's dragon veins. The matter of building it somewhere on the Moon Festival Mountain was half a secret before. Moreover, the late emperor had the style of an ancient wise king. He had long advocated simple burials and simple funerals, and should not be made public.
It wastes people and money. So very few people know about the imperial mausoleum...
"This time I also stopped by the Moon Festival Mountain to be buried in the mausoleum... Didn't the Queen Mother tell you before? Well... I probably don't want Brother Ziyu to be distracted. It's better for us to talk less about this matter."
Zhao Rong thought for a while, then his brows relaxed and he nodded, "Well, that's the truth."
After the two chatted for a while, the procession on the official road gradually slowed down, and some soldiers rode their horses to deliver the order:
"The Queen Mother has given orders to rest on the spot and set off in half an hour..."
The large team ahead stopped.
Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi looked at each other and dismounted together.
"Brother Zhao, how about a little drink?"
Zhang Huizhi suddenly turned around and suggested.
The young Confucian scholar looked up at the clear weather and smiled:
"There is nothing you can't do."
The tall and thin scholar nodded and gave some instructions to the two carriages.
The simple woman got out of the car sensibly and went to get some drinks and refreshments.
In another carriage carrying old servants, the disabled old servants performed their duties.
An old blind servant jumped out of the car and brought a small table.
Some of the other old servants got out of the car to relieve themselves, and some took out fodder to feed the horses.
The one-eyed old servant held the small table and placed it on a bluestone beside the road.
The tablecloth was laid out and two stools were set up.
Mrs. Jian placed the wine bottle and dessert plate on the table.
Zhao Rong sat down, smiled at the one-eyed old servant Mrs. Jian Jian, and politely thanked her.
The two of them waved their hands somewhat flattered and retreated.
"Brother Ziyu, why do you need to be so rich?"
Zhang Huizhi looked down at the dishes on the table and said softly.
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, casually picked up the wine bottle, poured a small glass of wine, and also poured a glass for the senior fellow from Siqi Academy in front of him.
He didn't wait for the latter to drink first, but picked up the glass, without hesitation, raised his head and drank the glass.
"Hiss, this wine is good. It's spicy and strong. Well, it's a bit like the wine from an old friend's hometown."
The young Confucian scholar squinted his eyes and tasted the product, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"This wine was made by an old servant at home, and his craftsmanship is very good..."
When Zhang Huizhi saw Zhao Rong drinking cleanly, he chuckled and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Oh? Then where is your old friend's hometown?"
He put down his wine glass and asked curiously.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked towards the south in the direction of Wei Dynasty.
When he first arrived in the Wei Dynasty, Brother Sanbian once said that after being away from home for many years, the wine at home was still the hottest.
"On the way north to Duyou City, I passed by a dynasty. I forgot..."
The young Confucian scholar shook his head and did not elaborate.
Zhang Huizhi nodded and gave Zhao Rong another glass of wine.
He didn't put down the wine bottle, and turned to look at the man in white standing not far behind Zhao Rong, holding a sword.
"Does your attendant want to sit down and have a drink with you?"
Zhao Rong turned around and looked.
The man holding the sword shook his head and seemed to be not very interested.
Zhao Rong shook his head, "No, he won't drink."
Zhang Huizhi put down the wine bottle and said, "Yeah, okay."
The man holding the sword not far away changed his hand to hold the sword.
He glanced at Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi who were talking, laughing and drinking for a while, then turned his head and glanced over the two carriages.
Over there, a woman who lives a frugal life is sitting next to the little boy, supervising the child's reading.
From time to time, she turned her eyes to look at her husband, who was chatting and laughing with her friends.
On another carriage.
There were one-eyed old servants who carefully took out some dry food to eat, and there were also old servants whose faces were burned by the fire, burying their faces in their faces, taking out the pipes of their pipes, taking a few puffs, and coughing from time to time.
The sound echoed on the grass beside the road where everyone was resting.
A lame old servant took out fodder and carefully fed it to the horse.
Li Bai looked at it for a while, then looked away, stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy spot on his neck, and occasionally muttered something.
I don’t know if I am complaining to God.
"By the way, I wrote a great article today. Brother Ziyu, please correct it for me."
Zhang Huizhi patted the table lightly, remembered something, and stood up in a daze.
"If you don't dare to be honest, let's learn from my brother's masterpiece."
"Where is it...wait a moment."
The tall and thin scholar turned around, walked out of the carriage where the simple woman was, and went to get the manuscript.
The young Confucian scholar drank calmly and occasionally glanced at the dragon coffin in the distance.
The man holding the sword muttered boredly not far away.
At another carriage, the lame old servant fed all the fodder in his hand, turned back to the carriage, took the fodder from the disfigured old servant, and returned again.
The lame old man fed the fodder to the horse's mouth.
At this moment, a neighing sound suddenly sounded! The horse pulling the carriage was seen raising its hooves.
It seemed to be frightened and ran forward out of control the next second.
He knocked down the lame old man, pulled the big carriage, and rushed forward.
The other old servants in the carriage were staggering.
Zhao Rong, who was drinking, suddenly became alarmed and turned his head to look. Sure enough, an out-of-control and frightened horse was rushing towards him and was about to hit him in the blink of an eye.
What's going on? Zhao Rong didn't have time to frown.
In the flash of lightning, a red-hot maple leaf slipped from his sleeve, and was taken by his left hand, about to throw it out.
But the next second, the movement of this hand suddenly stopped.
At the same time, the young Confucian scholar's eyes narrowed, his right hand suddenly moved forward, and he pressed it on the horse's head in an instant. Then he waved his big hand and used skill to steer the horse's head to the right!
The body of the fierce horse just passed him.
However, although the out-of-control horse did not hit him, the carriage loaded with luggage and old servants it pulled tilted towards Zhao Rong.
In an instant, the huge and heavy carriage was like a mountain, blocking the sunlight from his field of vision.
Mount Tai pressed down on the thin young Confucian scholar...
PS: Brothers, refresh the highlights in the early morning...