Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

In the winter when Zhang Liang was six years old, South Korea was extremely cold.Goose Feather Snow flew one after another, showing no sign of stopping.When the cold wind blows, it is like the wailing of widows and lonely people.

One day, Zhang Kai took Zhang Liang out of the mansion full of worries.After sitting in the carriage with about three sticks of incense, the grandpa and grandson got down and walked, their footsteps rustling in the snow.

In fact, Zhang Kaidi has been sad for several days, and often sighs when eating, and puts down the bowls and chopsticks after sighing, "I'm full, you eat."

Every time at that time, Zhang Liang would tilt his head to look at the old wrinkles and the vegetarian soup in front of him, then carefully put down his chopsticks and drink the soup.

He has a quiet temperament and doesn't like to ask too many questions, which has been brought from his mother's womb.

The weather was cold, Zhang Liang was wearing thick clothes, and he was a little clumsy when walking.But he was full of doubts, and he couldn't care about whether he would go on the road or not.

"Grandfather, where are we going?" He wrapped himself tightly in his little aqua-blue cloak.

Holding the umbrella open, fearing that Zhang Liang would not be able to keep up, he slowed down and said, "The palace."

Zhang Liang looked at the five-foot-high palace gate not far away, and subconsciously resisted, "Why did you come to the palace?"

He opened his mouth and asked without answering: "Liang'er, do you still remember the mantis catching the cicada?"

"remember."

"Then do you still remember, Cicada, what character is it?"

Zhang Liang understood it very thoroughly, "The cicada is the character who only cares about drinking the dew and doesn't consider the situation, and is finally caught by the praying mantis."

Zhang Kai was quite satisfied, talking with Zhang Liang was far less strenuous than talking to Zhang Zhi, once he said a word, Zhang Liang kept it in his heart.

He raised his old eyelids, looked at Youyuan Changdao ahead, and said in a tone of vicissitudes: "Today, I will take you to see the cicada."

Zhang Liang was quite puzzled, and pointed to the cedar beside the road, "But, the cicada is on the tree."

With a serious expression on Zhang Kaidi, he said leisurely: "The palace is just a big tree."

At that time, the world was in turmoil.The weak are like fish, the strong are like axes.All life is very fragile, just like a mayfly that lives and dies in the morning and evening, it can neither survive the storm nor live for a long time.

South Korea is the weakest of the Qixiong.The country is narrow and the people are few, the fields are barren and the food is scarce.However, the king of Han also advocated governance by doing nothing, and he has not made any achievements in more than ten years since he ascended the throne.Internal and external troubles are becoming more and more severe, and the national conditions are at stake.

However, fortunately, the prince is a talent for governing the country.The king of Han entrusted him with some state affairs, and he handled them very properly.All the officials in the court, down to the common people in Liming, all spoke highly of the prince.

It's just that unexpectedly, when everyone thought that the prince would ascend the throne smoothly, he died suddenly.

The whole country was shocked, followed by grief, and finally resentment.Even street children know that this is a murder, a murder of brotherhood.

It was also after that that Jiu Gongzi Fei, who had never been seen by everyone, finally became known.

Han Fei was the most inconspicuous of all the young masters, and he was too weak to practice martial arts.

He was not born like this, but he was in the emperor's house, and he had grievances and grievances that were unclear, and right and wrong that he didn't understand.

He was 12 years old that year, and his biological mother Wen Meiren poisoned the prince Han Guang to death in order to seize power.When the Dongchuang incident happened, King Han was furious and sentenced Wenmei to "crack the car".

Although Han Fei was not involved in this case, his mother's attack on the prince was nothing more than wanting him to inherit the throne.Therefore, he cannot be regarded as a complete outsider.

Han Fei was inexplicably convicted like that and vented his anger.The serving eunuchs and court ladies fell to their knees crying and shouting, but they still couldn't escape being executed.

In the cold and cold, Han Fei knelt outside the palace, in the snow, to make atonement for his mother who had died.

He was young at the time, but he was mature in mind.Han Wang asked him what he thought of his dead biological mother, he didn't cry, and he was not in a hurry, he just closed his chin slightly and said:

"The child is guilty. It can neither redeem the sins of the mother and concubine, nor can it alleviate the grief of the father."

Because of this sentence, King Han did not punish him severely.Just let him kneel down, thinking that when he can get up, he can go back to his bedroom.

Han Wang knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with Han Fei.But South Korea lost the crown prince, and he had to give an explanation.Han Fei himself knew that blood would come to him if he wasn't stained with blood.So he couldn't go back at this time, he had to wait until King Han's anger subsided, and opened the holy mouth himself.

Two hours passed, his knees were already numb, forming a joint with the melted ice, and the exposed backs of his hands also became stiff.The air he breathed was cold, piercing his lungs.

The snow that had stopped all morning began to fall again, and Han Fei was worried whether he would live long enough for his father to soften his heart.

"Grandfather, there is someone there." In the confusion, a voice came from behind his ears, very immature and slender, the owner should be younger than him.

Han Fei laughed coldly in his heart, he was probably a eunuch who had just entered the palace, and he didn't know him, the dignified prince nine.Although he has nothing to do, he is a member of the royal family anyway.Thinking about it, it's wrong, eunuchs don't know how to call people "grandfather", it should be the family members of some royal grandson.

This "family member" was naturally Zhang Liang who had just come to the palace. He accompanied Zhang Kaidi all the way, and saw the sudden purple figure in the snow from a long distance away.After watching about two sticks of incense in a gazebo, he walked towards Han Fei again. Zhang Liang held up the hem of his clothes and struggled to keep up.

When approaching Han Fei, Zhang Kai slowed down and asked, "Why is the ninth son kneeling here?"

He occupies the position of prime minister, is thoughtful, and his words and deeds are very important.Wen Meiren's crimes are known all over the world. The crown prince died, so naturally a new one must be established. The King of Han has never had an opinion, so he was eager to call him into the palace for discussion.

He knew that the King of Han would not let Wen Meiren go, and he expected the punishment of the car torn apart, but he did not expect that Han Fei would also be implicated.

It can only be said that Wen Meiren harmed the crown prince, and made herself a tree cicada that drank poison to quench thirst, and by the way, made Han Fei a "cicada" by implicating his heirs.

It's just that Han Fei, the "cicada", doesn't seem to obey the constraints very much.Zhang Kai thought that he would complain or beg him to help.Unexpectedly, Han Fei just raised his eyelids to expose the loopholes in his words:

"Master Xiangguo said 'long kneeling', so he must have been paying attention to Han Fei for a long time. It's not like Lord Xiangguo's usual style to waste time on unnecessary questions."

Suddenly he was thrown backwards, and he opened his eyes in surprise, but after all, he has been an official for decades, and he still has the ability to regain the sovereignty of speech, so he turned to ask: "Master Jiu thinks, what should the old minister's daily style be?"

Han Fei's consciousness was muddled, but his train of thought was very clear. He said, "It hits the nail on the head, so don't say a word."

His open and wise eyes were empty, and he asked again: "The old minister and the ninth son have never met, why is the ninth son so sure?"

Han Fei's eyes were hurt by the cold wind, and he simply closed his eyelids, "Master Zhang has assisted the kings of the three dynasties, and his reputation is thunderous. Han Fei is fortunate to hear about it."

As if pointing something, Zhang Kai said: "Young master has extraordinary eloquence and profound knowledge, he must also know that 'seeing is believing, hearing is false'."

Han Fei's voice was much softer. He could hear the implication of the other party's insinuation on his hearsay, and he didn't back down. He only said the basis of his inference: "Yes. But your grandson called you just now, and you didn't answer him. It can be seen that Xiangguo My lord, cherish words like gold."

Hearing the answer openly, he was finally satisfied, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and said: "Ninth Young Master has such insight at such a young age, I admire you."

Han Fei still closed his eyes, feeling a little more sad, and said: "Han Fei is just a criminal under the rank now, and Mr. Xiangguo is highly respected. Talking like this will break Han Fei."

Han Fei is the most inconspicuous of King Han's many heirs. If it weren't for the death of the crown prince, Zhang Kaidi would never have had any contact with him.This unconstrained "cicada" seems not to be underestimated.

Now that the heavens have woven such a layout, he no longer detours and probes.Handing the umbrella to Zhang Liang directly, said:

"Liang'er, hold an umbrella for His Royal Highness Ninth Young Master, I will go in and meet the king."

Zhang Liang didn't speak, nor did he take the umbrella.

He opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Liang looked up at the open ground, and said sincerely: "There is only one umbrella, and it should be given to grandfather."

He opened his brows and said, "It's only about 100 steps into the palace, so it's not a problem."

Zhang Liang shook his head, very stubborn, "Grandpa taught yesterday that "filial piety is the first thing to do, let Zifang remember it all the time, and Zifang remembers it now, you can't hold an umbrella by yourself and be an unfilial person."

At that time, Zhang Liang was only six years old, and he couldn't speak clearly, and his tone was even green, but he knew right from wrong, black and white, and he was already several times better than his peers.

Zhang Kai was very relieved, seeing that Xue had become smaller, he straightened up and said, "Since that's the case, you wait here with Young Master Jiu. If I haven't come out after three incense sticks, I will bring Young Master Jiu back to Xiangfu."

Zhang Liang silently kept that instruction in his heart, nodded and said, "Yes, Zifang remembered."

Zhang Kaidi entered the hall alone, leaving two young men in the snow outside the hall gate.

Han Fei was drowsy, and vaguely saw his mother calling him from a distance.He knew it was a hallucination, or a harbinger of approaching the world of yin and yang.

His mind gradually became sluggish, and he no longer knew where he was, until suddenly there was a trace of warmth in his hand.

Han Fei took a lot of effort to open his eyelids, only to meet a pair of clear eyes, so he asked with difficulty:

"Who are you?"

Those eyes smiled cleanly, and softly said: "My name is Zhang Liang, also called Zhang Zifang. 'Liang' is my name, and 'Zifang' is my character."

Han Fei lowered his eyes weakly, looking at the extra small cloth bag in his hand, "What is this?"

Zhang Liang squatted down, and put his warm little hand on Han Fei's cold back, "This is little Tang Po, it's for heating in winter, and you need it very much now."

Han Fei curled his lips sadly, "I don't need it."

Zhang Liang stubbornly said: "You need it. People are hot, and if they are cold, they need to keep warm, otherwise they will get sick."

Han Fei looked at the palace wall and murmured, "People are hot..."

In the palace, I am afraid no one is hot.

He looked at the little boy in front of him who was younger than him and his hair didn't even grow, and asked, "What's your name?"

Zhang Liang wondered why this person asked him again, but he still replied: "My name is Zhang Liang, also called Zhang Zifang. 'Liang' is my name, and 'Zifang' is my character."

Han Fei moved his eyes, "Okay, I wrote it down..."

Zhang Liang exhaled in the palm of his hand, rubbed his hand to cover Han Fei's back when it was hot, and asked, "I just heard you talking to your grandfather, your name is Han Fei?"

Han Fei moved his stiff neck, "That's right."

"Do you have words?"

"Yes." Han Fei felt that the little man in front of him was serious and cute.

Zhang Liang stared at him, "Can you tell me?"

Han Fei was silent, "You attach your ears."

Zhang Liang approached his lips very seriously, but Han Fei passed out without saying a word, and made a small hole in the snow.

Usually, when a five-year-old child encounters such a situation, he will panic, or he will go to an adult for help.Zhang Liang was also flustered, but the Zhang family ancestors said: When entering the hall to face the saints, don't disturb them.

He couldn't rashly break into the hall to disturb the discussion between his grandfather and King Han.

So he forcibly counted half a stick of incense as three sticks of incense, and asked the servants who followed up in the palace to send Han Fei back to the prime minister's mansion.

At that time, South Korea snowed one after another, overwhelmingly pale, as if telling someone's grievances.

The vast snow that year made Han Fei and Zhang Liang meet for the first time.Wrapped in silver, Han Fei only remembered those eyes that were clearer than ice and snow.The rest of his life went through decades, but he never forgot.

The author has something to say:

The ovary is soft and waxy, super cute~