Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 73 Li Shenxian

The queen looked around, waved her hand, drove all the servants away, leaned over, lowered her voice, and said, "A few months ago, that Ma You often visited the four counties in the four directions, during which he visited Qingcheng. At that time, the big man was in danger. Although he has the power of the prime minister inside and the protection of Li Shangshu outside, the emperor's heart is still burning, so I want to ask Li Shenxian to make a divination."

Zhang Xiahou was shocked. This is a secret in the palace. Is it appropriate for her daughter to listen to her?

Seeing her mother's doubtful eyes, the queen shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "Don't worry, mother, my daughter has her own measure." Then she took a sip of the water on the table and continued, "Then Li Shenxian is the same as before, I only painted one picture and handed it over to the Ma Youchang. The picture was a half-length beauty dripping two drops of water in front of the horse, but there was a word "Wu" written on it. The Ma Youchang couldn't understand it, so he asked him what he meant. Li Shenxian only said one sentence: On the way home, you must meet his horse, and on the way north, you can find its beauty."

Zhang Xiahou furrowed his brows, thinking to himself that it was puzzling in the clouds and fog.

"Li Shenxian's paintings have always been obscure and difficult to understand, and her daughter is also puzzled. Later, when I heard about Feng Langjun, I suddenly realized that the two waters and one horse are not exactly the word Feng?"

"But how can you prove that it is Feng Yongzhi?" Zhang Xiahou heard it, and immediately understood, but felt that the eldest daughter was too hasty.

"Mom, don't forget that Li Shenxian once said: On the way back, you will meet his horse. When the young horse often passed Fengzhuang when he returned to Chengdu, he had a talk with Feng Langjun. At that time, Feng Langjun also once Yan was careful about the chaos in the south, but Ma Youchang thought it was a relapse of an old disease and was talking nonsense.

Zhang Xiahou was silent.

"My daughter knows that even so, it doesn't prove that it must be Feng Langjun. But mom, how can there be any sure thing in the world? Even if it's only [-]%, my daughter thinks it's enough!"

This daughter really was decisive in killing, and the late emperor looked at people extremely accurately before his death, which seemed to make sense.

Zhang Xiahou nodded silently, agreeing with the Queen's words.

"The meaning of the painting, even the Prime Minister, can't fully guess. However, when the Prime Minister summoned Feng Langjun that day, it was said that it was the work of the Quyuan Plough. But as far as my daughter knows, the Prime Minister is in charge of all kinds of things, big and small. If it is not an urgent matter, why would I go to Fengzhuang with General Zhao in the spare time? Wouldn't it be more convenient to call Feng Langjun directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion? Don't you think it's strange that this move is too flattering Feng Langjun?"

After all, Zhang Xiahou was someone who had gone through strong winds and waves. After listening to his daughter's analysis, he immediately felt that this matter was indeed a bit unusual.

"It turns out that the Prime Minister also..."

The latter words were not spoken, but the meaning was already clear.

The queen nodded and said, "That's why my daughter thought, since she has a five-point confidence, it's a bet once, so what? If the bet is right, the Zhang family master said that it can be safe for two more generations. Even if it's wrong Now, if my little sister can get a son-in-law from a mountain family, it doesn't count as burying her. It's not a loss to be left or right, so why not do it?"

As a mother, Zhang Xiahou was really persuaded by his eldest daughter, and sighed softly: "Now I finally understand why the late emperor has always been intrigued by you being a daughter. Your vision really matches ours. Women's families are different."

"What did the mother say? Even if the daughter is a daughter, she is not necessarily worse than those men." The queen looked proud.

"It's just that you are pregnant now, so you should spend less time and pay more attention to your health, otherwise it will not be good for you or your children." Zhang Xiahou looked at his daughter's sickly pale face with some worry. Whispered, "Dalang is also a good candidate, you don't have to worry too much about the house."

"Don't worry, my daughter." The queen nodded, as if she had listened to Zhang Xiahou's words, "Daughter is in a hurry to leave the palace this time, but I heard that my mother had a quarrel with the prime minister's wife because of the matter of the younger sister, so she was bitter. He begged the emperor to let his daughter go back to the palace once. Now the decrees of the Han Dynasty are all in the hands of the prime minister, and even the emperor should call the prime minister to be his father. Speaking of this, it is the daughter's negligence. It's good to have a wife."

"Don't worry. Since I already knew that this was your idea, how could you still anger others? I'll just go back to that Huang A Chou. After all, in the past two years, only she can talk to me. talk."

"Daughter is a big Han queen anyway. If my mother really wants to accompany others, isn't that giving up her status? That Mrs. Prime Minister is a smart person. She will understand."

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

The queen and her mother hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they wanted to talk more. Unexpectedly, someone from the palace came here, saying that the emperor was worried about the queen's health and asked the queen to return to the palace early.The queen had no choice but to tell her grandmother carefully before she got up and left.

After mid-August, Feng Yong originally wanted to make some moon cakes, but after inquiring, although there is a habit of viewing the moon in autumn, there is no such thing as the Mid-Autumn Festival.More importantly, after the autumn harvest was over, the late emperor Liu Bei's Zigong was buried in Huiling. Feng Yongke didn't dare to jump out at this time, otherwise he would be caught, and the Feng family had to be neat and tidy. Go to the bottom of Qidi Road for family reunion.

However, when Feng Tubie was secretly sitting in his backyard watching the moon on the night of August [-], he couldn't help but sigh. At this time, he finally felt the weight of history.The burial of Liu Bei's Zigong seems to herald the end of the era of the older generation: Guan Yu is dead, Zhang Fei is dead, Huang Zhong is dead, Ma Chao is dead, and Liu Bei is dead...

The last remaining veteran, Zhao Yun, Feng Yong remembered that in a few years, he would encounter the last battle of his life, and he still lost, and then died.

In the eyes of someone with a dark mentality like Feng Yong, Liu Shan in the palace probably felt a sigh of relief, because Liu Bei's burial also announced the arrival of his own emperor's era - of course, only superficial.

Every time I miss my relatives during the festive season, Feng Tubie thinks of his relatives, and finally he is depressed...

About August this year is the busiest month for Han officials. The first ten days are busy with the autumn harvest, the middle is busy with the burial of the late emperor, and the last ten days are busy preparing for winter wheat.

Farming is the foundation of the country. As the newly enthroned emperor, Liu Shan still attaches great importance to it, even if he attaches importance to it at the request of Prime Minister Zhuge.In order to express this importance, the new emperor decided to go out to inspect the farmland outside Jincheng this autumn, showing that he was not just shouting slogans, but actually taking action.

All the ministers had no opinion on this, and they all said that it is good, good, good, that His Majesty can attach such importance to farming, it is really a blessing for the people, and our big man will definitely have a bumper harvest in the coming year - anyway, that's what it means.

Wang Xun, the newly appointed supervisor of Zhuye, was a little nervous when he saw so many high-ranking officials in the DPRK for the first time, while Zhao Guang, the deputy supervisor, was a little careless. Who called himself a military leader? What about Aon of the guy?Those uncles and uncles, almost all of them have met, what is there to be afraid of?

(End of this chapter)