"I feel the clothes in the poems of Chu, I sing my worries in Chen's poems. I visit all the heroes for their beauty, and I highlight the fame of Zezhi." Fu Rong Fu.
It was the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the third year of the Han dynasty.
Weiyang Palace, Cangchi.
Cangchi is a thousand acres wide and is an artificial lake dug in the south of Weiyang Palace by the previous dynasty. It faces the front hall and conforms to the pattern of leaning on Longshou Mountain and facing the water of Cangchi. The water comes from Lingshui outside the city and is introduced into the palace from Zhangcheng Gate. In the middle, the water channel is called an open channel after it enters the palace. The water from the channel flows into Cangchi from west to east, and then flows out to the north. It passes through the front hall, the Yeting palaces, and the two pavilions of Tianlu and Shiqu before flowing out of the palace.
Diaoyutai is right next to Cangchi, far across from Dongshan Platform. There are pavilions and pavilions built on it. It was a good place for the emperors of the Western Han Dynasty to fish and have fun.
The chief minister Zhou Zhong, the young minister Zhang Chang, the court official Fa Yan, and the censor Zhongcheng Huandian and several foreign ministers have been waiting in Diaotai for nearly half an hour. After they obeyed the imperial edict, they had a tacit understanding of each other and came here long ago. I don't feel tired, and it's not to show respect.
But Cangchi is a place with vast expanse of blue waves. To the north is Longshou Mountain, the front hall is built on it, to the west is the food pond, and to the southeast are palace walls. There are several pavilions, such as Dongshan Terrace, Guotai and other buildings. Dotted around Cangchi, they are undulating and well-proportioned.
In the mid-autumn season, when the weather is still hot, Cangchi is undoubtedly the best summer resort in Weiyang Palace besides Qingliang Hall and Bailiang Terrace. No matter what kind of wind blows over Cangchi, it will become extremely cool. .
Qingliang Hall is located in a forbidden area, and foreign ministers are not allowed to enter Bailiang Terrace. It has been abandoned for a long time and has little value.
Therefore, everyone would rather come to the Diaoyutai early to enjoy the wind and enjoy the scenery under the pretext of welcoming the Holy Spirit, rather than staying in the government office to suffer from the heat and suffocation while dealing with complicated and boring official matters.
All of them are ministers of foreign dynasties. Except for the censor, Cheng Huandian, the rest are all high-ranking officials with a rank of two thousand shi. Those who can reach this position all have their own abilities in the city and the world.
Zhou Zhong was at ease, walking along the railing and watching the scenery. Fa Yan and Huan Dian, both of whom had little qualifications, were not upright and innocent from family backgrounds, were unsmiling and knelt down on the seats, squinting their eyes and pretending to sleep.
Only Zhang Chang, although older, was still in good spirits. He pulled his secretary Lang Wangfu, who was sitting beside him, and chatted away: "Cursive writing is about one stroke, and the energy is connected. Smooth and plump. That's what the so-called white brush strokes are like."
Zhang Chang was particularly good at cursive calligraphy, and his attainments in calligraphy were no worse than those of his late brother, the cursive sage Zhang Zhi. At this time, he was sitting on the table and talking about his area of expertise, and he was full of energy: "The lines of characters are connected to each other. "If you want to achieve something, you must first get"
Wang Fu knew that if his father Wang Bin had not repeatedly persuaded Zhang Chang, who was still Huangmen's minister, he might not have made up his mind to join the emperor so quickly. Now, one of the Zhang brothers is a Shaofu, and the other is the commander of the Northern Army, Shui Xiaowei, with a distinguished family. In Wang Fu's mind, Zhang's success is inseparable from his father's support.
So looking at Zhang Chang's approachable appearance and youthful spirit, the fifteen-year-old Wang Fu did not want to deal with his words. He interrupted with a smile: "Mr. Zhang's calligraphy is so exquisite that even the country praises him endlessly. He often takes Zhang Chang's calligraphy as his calligraphy. I copied the calligraphy from the master's calligraphy and passed it on to the secretaries and supervisors for everyone to read. I was lucky enough to see it. I listened to the training today and really learned a lesson. It's just that "
Zhang Chang was nodding and smiling when he heard Wang Fu had something to say and couldn't help but ask: "How about it?"
"It's just that I've been practicing calligraphy recently. I'm practicing eight-point regular script. I'm really not good at cursive script."
Zhang Chang was stunned. He didn't expect that he had been talking for so long and wasted his words. Not only did Wang Fu not appreciate it, he also teased him with words, which made him extremely embarrassed.
Zhou Zhong is a well-mannered person. At this moment, he came over, smiled and said: "It is said that the prince is lofty and cannot be restrained. He is the most suitable person to practice cursive writing. Unexpectedly, he is just like your majesty, he loves eight
It is in regular script and the words are correct, but it is inconsistent with my temperament."
These words were obviously praising Wang Fu for his unruly talent, but they were actually scolding Wang Fu for practicing regular script against his temperament in order to cater to the emperor, thus invisibly speaking out for Zhang Chang.
Zhang Chang glanced at Zhou Zhong gratefully, but Wang Fu still had a smug smile on his face and didn't understand the thorn in Zhou Zhong's words.
Wang Bin, the Marquis of the Northern Army, had two sons. The eldest son, Wang Duan, was the commanding officer of the carriage. He was honest and polite, and fulfilled his filial piety. The second son, Wang Fu, was the secretary. His personality was completely opposite to that of Wang Duan. Because the emperor was his cousin, he took advantage of the fact that the emperor was his cousin.
He is a proud man, and almost no one in the secretary's prison is friendly to him. He doesn't know it, and he becomes more and more frivolous.
Zhang Chang and his younger brother Zhang Meng should be grateful to Wang Bin for their help and support today, so he condescended to hand over the hand so as to deepen the relationship with his relative Wang. At this time, Zhang Chang hit a snag, and Zhang Chang felt unhappy.
Although Zhou Zhong helped him, he was still a little depressed. He didn't sit by the pavilion for long. After enjoying the wind for a while, he excused himself to be weak and closed the curtain to hide away.
Huan Dian looked at Zhou Zhong's seemingly casual rescue with cold eyes. Knowing that he wanted to take the opportunity to show his favor to Zhang Chang, he did not tell the truth. He turned sideways and said to Fa Yan: "I heard that there is a demon in that village.
Qingniujiao has been detained in Tingwei Prison. I don’t know how he should be sentenced according to the law."
Fa Yan's face suddenly became serious, and he nodded and said: "Same as Li Ru and Yin Zhong, they are guilty of treason and should abandon the market."
Huan Dian noticed this detail and asked: "But what's the obstacle?"
"No, no." Fa Yan said quickly: "I just remembered the way this person used to control Qing Niu when he escaped that day."
In fact, Huan Dian didn't believe that this was the reason why Fa Yan's face suddenly became serious. However, since it involved an important case, he couldn't ask any more questions, so he had to pretend to be very interested, and then continued: "This matter is extremely important."
It’s so unique, I’m always curious about it, but I don’t know why.”
Huan Dian was the emperor's master, and Fa Yan was already a little guilty of hiding it from the other party. Seeing that the other party understood his interest and avoided mentioning it, he couldn't help but feel relieved: "They said they applied powder on their hands in advance. As long as the cow licks it, it will go crazy.
Collision. This person used this method that day to make the cow go crazy, butt against the cavalry, causing chaos, and then took the opportunity to escape."
"Oh." Huan Dian responded, nodded, and said no more.
On the contrary, Wang Fu, who was eavesdropping from the side, was quite curious and asked: "This medicine sounds quite strange. I wonder if there is any prescription left."
Huan Dian said seductively: "Wang Langzi doesn't talk about strange powers and confusing gods. This is a magic trick used by demons to confuse the world. You only need to know the reason, so why bother to find out the root cause?"
The emperor had issued an order a long time ago, asking all the secretaries to accompany him to study under Zhao Qi and Huan Dian. Huan Dian also waited for Wang Fu to be the teacher of these secretaries. No matter how frivolous Wang Fu was, he would not dare to study under Huandian.
Putting on airs in front of him, he changed his youthful and unruly demeanor and bowed his head respectfully: "You're being reckless, kid."
Huan Dian's face softened a little, and he was about to give a lecture when he saw a man walking over. Although the man had an unattractive appearance and a thin body, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his whole person was gentle and gentle, which belied his ordinary appearance. This man was just right.
It was Secretary Lang Wangcan. He first saluted everyone one by one, and then spoke his mind.
His tone was gentle and the speaking speed was moderate, which made people feel very comfortable: "The country has left the dressing room, and the princes have been waiting for a long time."
This is the demeanor that a son of a distinguished family should have.