Is the prince abolished today?

In fact, since Wei Zhao returned to Beijing to preside over important military and political affairs, he was the last one to go back almost every day. It was the first time for the young military officer to discuss matters with his superior, so he was surprised and asked.

The old servant serving in the cabinet is used to this kind of scene, and will quietly bring a bowl of goat's milk to refresh Wei Zhao after everyone has left.From the old servant's point of view, the young Marquis Wei really worked too hard. He was dizzy listening to so many difficult and tedious military and political affairs, but this young man can always keep a clear head, analyze in detail, weigh the pros and cons, Use the fastest speed to come up with the safest decision-making, and never drag your feet.It's no wonder that there are so many civil and military people in the Manchu Dynasty, and His Majesty alone relies heavily on and trusts Dingbeihou.

Wei Zhao was not in a hurry to leave, one reason was that after the discussion was over, he wanted to list the key matters separately and report them to Emperor Changping for review.The second reason is that he has nothing else to do after returning home except to have dinner with Mrs. Wei once in a while. After a busy day, he prefers to use this moment of leisure to relax.

This is also the second point why the old servant feels sorry for the young Weihou.

Because he is busy with state affairs, he is at a young age, but he has not yet married. After returning home, there is not even a person who asks about his health.Like their servants, they also have their own food companions.

Today, the old servant came over with a bowl of goat's milk wine as usual, and stepped back to do his own business.

Sitting behind the desk, Wei Zhao flipped through the pages of the scroll in his hand. Not long after, there was the sound of thunder outside the window.

At this time, the old servant went back and came back, with an extra umbrella in his hand: "Master Hou, it looks like it's going to rain outside, you'd better go back early, so as not to get caught in the rain."

After speaking, he put the umbrella on the case in front of Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao took his eyes away from the book and looked outside, and sure enough, the black clouds were covering the top, the sky and the earth were dark, and the air became extremely stuffy, as if a heavy rain was coming.

"Thank you."

Wei Zhao got up and just closed the book when there was a loud bang in the air, lightning tore through the sky, and big raindrops fell down with a crackling sound.The summer rain comes as soon as it is said, and even the greeting is hasty.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the pages of the books on the case were blown away. Wei Zhao suppressed it with a paperweight, ordered the old servant to close the window, and left the cabinet with an umbrella.

In just a few breaths of time, it was already raining heavily outside, and it was a vast expanse.

This is not the best time to leave the temple. Unless there is something urgent, most people will choose to avoid it first and wait for the rain to subside before coming out. Wei Zhao was not in a hurry, he came out at this moment only because he was pulled by the invisible string in his heart.

Wei Zhao stood under the eaves, staring at the heavy rain.A burst of muffled thunder rolls across the invisible depths of the sky, and the dazzling lightning is like a sharp blade, breaking through the chaos with overwhelming force, tearing the sky violently, and exploding magnificent light and shadow in the boundless heavy rain.

He remembered that in the meditation house many years ago, that little guy was most afraid of such rainy days, especially thunder and lightning.Whenever encountering such a thunderstorm day, the little guy would fly into his arms, hold his waist tightly and never let go, or sneak up on his bed at night, raising him like a frightened little wild cat, curled up trembling in his arms.He couldn't figure out how there could be such a timid child in the world, how he would get through thunder and rain when he didn't show up.

If the little guy is still alive, he should be terrified now, and he should hide in his arms if he acts like a spoiled child.

Wei Zhao sighed sadly, opened his umbrella, and walked into the rain curtain.

The raindrops crackled on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella painted with green bamboo, and soon converged into a line, falling along the edge, and the tops of the white brocade boots were quickly wetted by the muddy rainwater. After walking a certain distance, Wei Zhao Only then did I realize that I had unconsciously walked to the north, which was opposite to the direction of leaving the palace, and the original Jingsiyuan is now the Qiufeng Palace, which is in the extreme north.

Wei Zhao lost his mind and smiled.What happened to him today, he has repeatedly fallen into demons and cannot extricate himself, is it because Emperor Changping suddenly mentioned the matter of the Jingsiyuan today, and the scar buried deep in his heart inevitably opened again.In fact, he has always known that the scar has never healed, and the inside is actually bloody.Why is it so painful this time?Is it because he knows that place is not an ordinary forbidden garden at all, and only those who have committed serious mistakes will be imprisoned there?It was because he was afraid that the so-called big mistake could not be offset by thinking about it for a month or two. He was afraid that when the fire broke out, his little guy was still in that cold garden...

"Is Master really leaving? Is Dijing not good?"

I still remember that on the first day of departure, the little guy obediently brought the food from the waiter to the hall as usual, and put the only piece of meat in the dish into his bowl. But it was red, obviously crying secretly.

Wei Zhao deliberately teased the little guy, and said, "The imperial capital is not good at all, especially in this palace, it's really stuffy. Dear disciple, your master is going home, so I won't play with you anymore."

"Go home?" The little guy became anxious when he heard that, his white jade-like cheeks turned green and pale: "Where is the master's house, is it far from the imperial capital? I can pay for the master to build a house in the middle of the capital. The location, furniture, and servants are everything." Choose the best one, and the master can take over his parents and brothers."

"That won't work." Wei Zhao was afraid that if he was soft-hearted, his success would fall short, so he hardened his heart immediately: "My teacher's hometown has a pleasant scenery, and the four seasons are like spring. Throwing a brick at will can hit a graceful beauty, isn't it? Can this copper-smelling imperial capital compare to it?"

The little guy turned pale, and gritted his teeth: "I can find any beauties that Master likes..."

"In addition to beauties, there are thousands of acres of fertile land and hundreds of mansions for teachers. How can you find such a large foundation?"

"I...as long as Master gives me some time, I will find a way."

Wei Zhao was surprised and surprised. It would be a lie in his heart to say that he was not moved, but the more he was like this, the more he could not soften his heart, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "There is a gentle, virtuous, and beautiful woman in my teacher's family." Her fiancée can’t find anywhere with a lantern on, her family is a mine owner, and there are only two Jinshan Mountains, so it’s no problem to eat for three lifetimes. There’s absolutely no way she would agree to come to the Imperial Capital as a teacher, do you understand?”

The little guy's face finally darkened, and he silently picked the rice in the bowl without saying a word.

Just when Wei Zhao thought that his "trick" had finally succeeded, the little guy suddenly raised his head and looked at him burningly: "Master, can you take me with you?"

Wei Zhao almost fell off the stool, and said leisurely: "No, I will bring you a small oil bottle. Believe it or not, if you can't get out of the imperial city as a teacher, you will be shot into a hornet's nest by the hidden weapon of Di Ting."

The little guy finally had nothing to say, and finally just asked dully: "Where is Master's hometown? I... When I miss Master, can I write to Master?"

Wei Zhao was afraid that his identity would be revealed and the Prince Anshun's mansion would be affected, so he made up a random place.

He knew in his heart that the farewell was mostly a farewell, and it was unknown when and what month we would meet again in the future.Emperor Wu was already very suspicious of Anshun Prince's Mansion, cutting off contact was good for him and the little guy.But facing the little guy's eyes full of dependence and reluctance, he couldn't bear it after all, so he left half of the dragon-shaped jade pendant passed down from his ancestors as a token of recognition in the future.

I thought this was the end of the matter, but one year later, at the end of the year, a courier from the post station suddenly went outside the camp of the Southwest Qilin Army to ask to see General Wei Zhao, and delivered a stack of letters to Wei Zhao.

It's also a coincidence.According to the old man, those letters were originally intended to be sent to other places, but due to a mistake in the address, there was no "Wei Zhao" in the village, so they were sent directly back to the post station.Afterwards, several such letters were sent one after another. Because the sender's information was also very secret, the old man had no way of verifying it, so he could only let these letters accumulate in the post station.

Later, when he retired and returned to his hometown, the old man handed over the official duties to the next messenger. Seeing that the letter paper was of excellent quality and the handwriting was exceptionally beautiful, which was not inferior to the famous masters of the time, he planned to get involved in his pocket and secretly sell some of his property.The old man's hometown happened to be in southern Xinjiang, and his family had happened to accept Wei Zhao's favor, and he took it for granted that there was only one person named Wei Zhao in the world, and that was General Wei Zhaowei, the commander of the Qilin Army stationed in southern Xinjiang. .

What a felony it was to sell the general's letterhead, and the old man broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't even bother to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, so he rushed to the Qilin Army garrison to deliver the letter.

In the end...it was delivered.

Wei Zhao confirmed to the old man several times that the letter was indeed broken in the winter of Emperor Wu's tenth year, and there were eight letters in total.And the Jingsiyuan happened to be burned in the fire in the winter of the tenth year of Emperor Wu...

That night, Wei Zhao carefully opened the letters one by one. Looking at the beautiful and unfamiliar handwriting on the letters, his heart was surging and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He sat in the tent all night and didn't even participate in the military banquet.

Wei Zhao often wondered, if he had agreed to the little guy's request and taken him away with him, the outcome of the matter would have been completely different.

The heavy rain continued and showed no signs of abating.The palace people who came and went were all amazed to see that the figure standing in the rain holding an umbrella was actually a high-ranking Marquis of Wei.

Wei Zhao withdrew his thoughts, and when he was about to turn around and walk towards the palace gate, a snow-white young figure in the distance bumped into his eyes without warning.

The torrential rain was raging, the thunder was rolling, and the lightning made the sky bright and purple. All around were palace people covering their heads with their hands in a hurry to avoid the rain. The young man was still holding a red wooden board, kneeling precariously in the heavy rain. The black hair and the snow robe are already soaked, and the arms that were originally as stable as mountains are also shaking and trembling with the thunder and pouring rain. , At the critical moment, the boy unexpectedly stabilized.

Wei Zhao was taken aback.

The imperial study room is just to the north of the cabinet, only a distance away from the palace road, how could he forget that the little brat is still kneeling for punishment.His Majesty has always been kind and generous, even if he gets angry again, how could he have the heart to let this little brat kneel in the heavy rain like this?

Holding an umbrella, Wei Zhao walked over slowly.