Sandalwood lingers around the nose, the fiber light is soft and warm, and the indoor scenery is full of life and interest.
However, it is already an afterthought.
There is a saying from time to time as an official: Do I lack one or two traffic?
The answer is: The God of River Crab is everywhere.
Mrs. Changsun is sitting on a round stool, arranging her shirt in front of the mirror. Her complexion is rosy and white, full of color and full of energy.
The emperor was leaning on a soft cushion, wearing a snow-white middle coat and long hair falling on his lap. He was holding a book in his hand and studying it carefully.
After Changsun finished tidying up, he turned around and saw the emperor reading a book. He seemed to have remembered something that was against the law and couldn't help but smile.
"Madam, the ginseng soup is ready." The maid came over and reminded her softly.
"Bring it here."
"yes."
Later, Changsun offered ginseng soup in person.
Smelling the deliciousness of the ginseng soup, Li Zhiyun looked at the Changsun family and said: "In the past, I was entangled with the queen, and she never underestimated me. I don't want to be underestimated by you today. It seems that the person who just said to surrender was not
You, but me."
Changsun rolled her eyes at him, blew the ginseng soup gently, and brought it to the emperor's mouth.
"Your Majesty should take state affairs as your top priority. How can you manage politics without strengthening your body? I am a woman who enjoys the pleasures of fish and water without any worries. She can cultivate herself at any time, but your Majesty cannot. It is not advisable to be greedy for pleasure for a while, and your Majesty should do it at any time.
Take care of yourself. I am in the house, and your Majesty can come here at any time when you are free."
Li Zhiyun smiled, took the ginseng soup and drank it in one gulp.
"How about being relieved from the pain that you have suffered for many years?"
"Your Majesty!" Mrs. Changsun's pretty face turned red, she glared at him with an angry look, picked up the tea bowl and handed it to her maid.
Seeing this, Li Zhiyun couldn't help laughing.
The two played for a while, then hugged each other and rested.
"Mr. Guanyin, do you know that when you married into the Duke of Tang Dynasty, I secretly felt it was a pity."
"What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that I was not of marriageable age at that time." After saying this, Li Zhiyun laughed at himself. Even if Li Shimin didn't marry the Changsun family back then, it wouldn't be his turn.
Because, back then, I was just a concubine.
Changsun didn't answer, just closed his eyes and rested.
As if he knew that she didn't want to mention the past, Li Zhiyun changed the subject and said, "If Wei Zheng hadn't stopped me from accepting you into the palace, there would be no need for me to walk a few more steps at this moment."
"Your Majesty, as a concubine, is it difficult for you to walk a few extra steps?" Changsun asked.
"It's not embarrassment, I'm just wronging you. You know, I've even thought about your concubine's name, but it's a pity that it's all Wei Zheng's fault!" Li Zhiyun said angrily.
Changsun was a little amused and advised: "Wei Shangshu is dedicated to your majesty's reputation. Your majesty must not be angry because of this."
"I have already been angry." Li Zhiyun sighed: "I don't know that Wei Zheng is a loyal minister, but he is too rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. When I accept you, I am the one who has a bad reputation. Why should he be so strict?"
"Because he is your Majesty's minister, if your Majesty's reputation is damaged, it will be his responsibility." Changsun said: "Your Majesty must not be willful."
Li Zhiyun was amused, "You are not afraid of falling out of favor, you dare to teach me a lesson like this."
"I am not afraid," Changsun said with a smile, "Today's happiness is exactly what I wanted, and I don't dare to ask for anything else."
The two chatted quietly for a while, and in the evening, Li Lizhi returned from school. She was not surprised to see the emperor at her home, and was very calm.
The three of them had a meal together, and Li Zhiyun left the Prince Qin's Mansion.
That night, Li Lizhi rested with her mother, Changsun Shi.
"Grandma seems to be looking very good today." Li Lizhi expressed her opinion in a low voice.
If the candle had not been extinguished at this moment, Changsun would have been extremely embarrassed.
"Little girl, who taught you this?" She tapped her daughter's little head.
Li Lizhi smiled, tilted her head and hugged her mother.
"Aniang, do you want to marry His Majesty?"
Changsun asked: "Who taught you to say such things?"
"There was a rumor in the school, but my daughter didn't believe it at first. Later, His Majesty came to live with us every day, and my daughter believed it." Li Lizhi whispered.
"Don't you want to marry His Majesty for your mother's sake?"
Li Lizhi said in confusion: "But aren't we and His Majesty one family? How can I marry Your Majesty?"
"Yes, so those are all lies." Mrs. Changsun hugged her daughter and patted her gently, "Get some rest quickly, we have to go to school tomorrow."
"Ouch."
It was already dark, and Li Zhiyun returned to the palace. After spending a whole day with Guanyin, he went straight to the Ganlu Hall to rest.
The prosperity of peace in the world has begun to take shape. In the past few years, wars have been eliminated, and the lives of the people of the Tang Dynasty have become better and better.
Most of the memorials submitted by local governors tended to be calm, but Li Zhiyun felt that it was not that simple. He marked some memorials that had obvious problems and prepared to send the imperial censor to check them carefully.
After dealing with government affairs for a while, Gao Liangzhong came over gently and reminded: "Your Majesty, it's midnight, it's time to rest."
"Is it time?" Li Zhiyun put down the memorial.
"yes."
Li Zhiyun let out a long sigh and said, "Get some rest, there will be a court meeting tomorrow."
"yes."
His life is like this.
There are opportunities for pleasure, but most of the time he has to stay in bed to deal with government affairs. If he were to be a fool, it would not be so hard, but unfortunately, he didn't want to be a fool.
At this moment, Chang'an City has fallen into a deep sleep and quiet. Except for Pingkangfang, all other places have turned off the lights to rest.
Occasionally, I would hear a certain lady angrily scolding her husband for staying out late at night, which would then cause a flurry of excitement.
Or, a kid from a certain family was playing wildly outside and didn't come back until late at night, but his parents jointly punished him.
Of course, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs are also indispensable.
In the dead of night, a burst of wailing suddenly sounded from the northwest corner of Chang'an, followed by the lights suddenly turning on.
When King Li Daoxuan walked out of his concubine's room, they all murmured dissatisfiedly and asked: "Which family has died? Why are you crying so late at night?"
"Your Majesty, it seems to be Duke Xuanzhen." The servant replied.
"Huh?" Li Daoxuan was completely sleepless, "Pei Ji?"
Pei Ji, whose courtesy name was Xuanzhen. After begging for bones, people at that time often called him Xuanzhen Gong.
"Yes." The slave replied.
Li Daoxuan was speechless for a while. He was just talking casually. He never thought that someone really died, and it was Pei Ji.
"Let the housekeeper get ready. I will go to express my condolences tomorrow."
"yes."
The news of Pei Ji's death spread throughout Chang'an the next day. Officials with whom he was well connected went to express condolences in person, while those with whom he was not well connected would send their sons or younger brothers to show their respect.
Li Zhiyun was not surprised when he found out that Pei Ji was dead. He could only sigh with emotion occasionally. In the past, Pei Ji was the late emperor's confidant.
Although he was not one of his own, Li Zhiyun later realized that he did not do anything to him. Compared with his fate in history, it was a blessing for Pei Ji to die of illness in Chang'an.
Immediately, the emperor issued an order to posthumously make Pei Ji Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Governor of Xiangzhou, and Duke of Wei.
After all, Pei Ji's incident did not cause any turmoil. The nobles of the late emperor's dynasty who had fallen from power were already blessed to live a long life under the rule of today's saints. What else could they ask for?
Over the years, the older generation of ministers were either sick on the bed, unable to take care of themselves, or died early, and most of them passed away without knowing it. After Pei Ji's death, Li Zhiyun ordered a group of senior ministers from the late emperor's dynasty to comfort them and give them
Give them food to show that the court has not forgotten them.
A few days later, Pei Ji was buried in the mausoleum.
During his lifetime, he had the closest relationship with the late emperor, and after death, they would naturally stay together. Li Zhiyun would not hate people after death, provided that the person was not his mortal enemy in life.
The late emperor regarded Pei Ji as a close friend, and Li Zhiyun was willing to help them as kings and ministers. Perhaps Pei Ji was not a pure minister, but he was definitely a meritorious official of the Tang Dynasty. This is true and there is no doubt about it.