Tongzi Pavilion gathers virtuous scribes to teach the sons of ministers, which is actually to cultivate a team for Zhan Changfeng, so every afternoon she will take an hour to go to Tongzi Pavilion to listen to the lectures and exchange feelings with the sons of ministers.
On this day, another person came to Tongzi Pavilion. The nine-year-old child had pure eyes. He pretended to be calm and saluted his teacher and said hello to his classmates. The atmosphere was pleasant.
In the afternoon Zhan Changfeng came over. After everyone paid their respects, he stepped out and said, "Li Chonghua, son of Li Mao, comes to pay homage to His Highness the Crown Prince."
Li Chonghua, the youngest son of An Guogong, was also the nephew of Li Yunqiu.
Zhan Changfeng expressed a few words of concern and sat down to listen to the lecture. The progress of Tongzi Pavilion was too slow for her, and what she was learning was not at the same level. She thought it was a break from the heavy schoolwork in Jinglun Hall.
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The afterglow of the setting sun reaches the edge of the window and coffin, dim and yellow.
The teacher handed over some homework and bowed to Zhan Changfeng to show respect. Zhan Changfeng stood up with all the students, lowered his hands and bowed his head to see the teacher off.
"Your Highness, don't catch a cold."
After walking around for more than half a year, it was winter again. The steward unfolded the silver fox jacquard cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, "Madam, please go to Yongxiu Palace for dinner."
Zhan Changfeng lived in Weiyang in the East Palace. Li Yunqiu did not live with her, but lived in Yongxiu Palace as the biological mother of the prince.
Someone also came from Yongxiu Palace and invited Li Chonghua who had just stepped out.
The steward bowed and asked, "Your Highness, can you go with Mr. Li?"
Li Chonghua looked over, feeling a little helpless and pitiful.
"I still have something to do. I won't go until dinner time." Zhan Changfeng looked at the faces of the manager and Li Chonghua and got on the soft sedan.
The Sutra Pavilion records the 800-year history of the Yin Dynasty. The three-thousand-year civilization of China is an important place for the country.
Except for the old emperor and her, no one can read the classical books in it.
She walked into the pavilion alone. The bookshelves and wooden cabinets connected to the roof blocked the windows. Occasionally, a few beams of light leaked in, and there was dust floating inside.
The air was filled with the unique scent of old ink on paper pages, and tens of thousands of books surrounded her like a vast sea of smoke, making people feel insignificant.
She stepped up the narrow ladder, then turned around the suspended corridor like a plank road, arrived in front of a bookshelf, unlocked the secret door, and entered the secret room.
This secret room hides the secrets of all dynasties in China, and it is a secret that only the emperor can know.
Every secret is enough to overturn history and cause turmoil.
The old emperor was worried that he would not have much time left, so he told her about this place early.
This is her first time here.
That mountain weighed heavily on her heart, forcing her to pay attention. Maybe this was the only place that could give her an answer to such mysterious and strange things.
There were luminous pearls on the wall of the secret room, just like daylight. She sat on the futon and watched the unknown secrets, and did not leave until the sky completely fell.
The cold shattered the depression in her heart. Zhan Changfeng looked back at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion standing in the darkness, lowered her eyes again, and a piece of snow melted between her fingers.
Yongxiu Palace
The beauty in palace attire is elegant and cold. She looks slightly sideways, like the wind blowing through the snow lotus on the top of the mountain. She smiles gently, like a ray of sky that urges the independent flower to bloom.
Zhan Changfeng rarely saw his mother be so gentle. Even when facing her, she was more harsh than caring.
She looked at Li Chonghua, no doubt he had amused her mother.
Her arrival made the originally warm and affectionate atmosphere stagnant. Li Chonghua got down from the beauty's couch cautiously and said, "See His Royal Highness."
Zhan Changfeng nodded slightly and greeted Li Yunqiu.
"Your Highness, come and sit."
Li Yunqiu never called her by her name or her nickname, even though she was the one who chose it.
After asking about the schoolwork as usual, Li Yunqiu said, "It's time for you to choose a book boy to study with, so let Chonghua take charge. He is about the same age as you and is your cousin. My family can feel more at ease."
"As far as I know, he and I were born on the same year and the same day, and the time is almost the same. It's not certain who is older and who is younger."
Zhan Changfeng had somewhat of an emperor's heart, so he couldn't agree with his family's statement, so he casually refuted it.
But seeing Li Yunqiu's cold expression, she felt a little helpless. Perhaps because of her personality and identity, mother and daughter were more respectful than intimate.
Sometimes Zhan Changfeng also feels guilty. The palace is so big and deep, and my mother has been alone for many years. She has no one around her, how lonely she must be.
It's a pity that she can't be in Cheng Huan's lap, nor can she be happy.
Zhan Changfeng chose to compromise, "Tomorrow I will recommend Li Chonghua to the emperor's grandfather."
The ownership of the position of Prince's companion is not a trivial matter. If nothing unexpected happens, the person in this position will go in and out with her in the future and become her confidant.
The palace guests came to invite them to a meal. There were not many dishes, and they tended to be home-cooked. The maid next to Li Yunqiu said at the right time, "My wife has made these herself according to your taste."
Zhan Changfeng was a little surprised and softened a little, "Thank you, mother."
Li Yunqiu looked at the two children. One was calm and noble. The other didn't know where to put his arms and legs. He looked at her timidly with his big eyes.
She frowned without any trace and said, "Let's have a meal."
Official way
Mei Yichi transformed into Yi Chang and left Xifeng City with Ling Huaizhi for ten days, covering one-ninth of the way.
Mei Yichi initially rode a horse, but later Ling Huaizhi got a carriage and forced him to ride in it.
"How dare I let Your Highness get exposed to the wind and the sun?" Ling Huaizhi said at that time, with indescribable pride in his eyes.
When he heard the accompanying escort praising Mr. Ling for his thoughtfulness, he seemed to understand.
As the wheels rolled, Mei Yichi opened the curtain and saw an endless line of corpses half-hidden in the snow by the roadside.
"Your Highness, Emperor Ji, is there something wrong?" Ling Huaizhi drove his horse closer.
"Many people died."
"Yes." Ling Huaizhi responded twice, not surprised.
A group of refugees jumped out of the woods, wearing tattered clothes and holding shovels and wooden sticks. They were shaking with cold while staring at Ling Huaizhi and others in rich and luxurious clothes with green eyes, their eyes passing over the strong and healthy people.
The horses even rolled their throats.
"Leave the money and the horses, otherwise don't blame us for killing without sight!"
Ling Huaizhi stopped Mei Yichi who was about to get out of the car, "The crowd is nothing to worry about. Your Highness, just stay calm."
Mei Yichi has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and has no involvement in worldly cause and effect. He doesn't care about human affairs. He wants to get out of the car to stop the dispute, but he just thinks that he is playing Yi Chang.
Ling Huaizhi didn't let him move, and he didn't force him, so he just sat in the car and waited for the end.
The refugees were indeed vulnerable, but there were many of them, and they all fought hard for food, injuring many of the guards.
And because the war on Yi Shang's side was tight, no soldiers would be sent to escort them, so only a dozen men were assigned to serve as guards.
As a result, the loss of the escort team was a bit heavy.
Mei Yichi looked at Ling Huaizhi's face filled with joy of victory and wondered, "If I take action, I can kill them all by myself, why don't you let me out?"
Ling Huaizhi's expression stiffened, and his blood suddenly turned cold.
Mortals are so strange. Mei Yichi put down the curtain and recited the Purana Sutra.
Most of the people who died during the war were in vain. They had experienced all kinds of pain during their lifetimes. Obsession easily remained in the world, breeding evil spirits and ghosts, disrupting the balance of heaven and earth, and must be eliminated.