Shu Chen

Chapter 422
Zhang Bao got Zheng Pu's promise to go to the West Sea together.

However, before that, he had to write a book to obtain the permission of the prime minister.

Although the prime minister's office in Jixian County does not have many affairs nowadays, as a bureaucrat, Zheng Pu's daily work is inevitable, and he cannot leave his post without authorization.Moreover, the prime minister is now delegating power to rest his body, not living in seclusion. If he interferes with military affairs, he must ask for instructions.

When the letter arrived in Hanzhong, the prime minister was enjoying the snow by the lake.

Huang, who is worthy of talent and learning, is burning incense and playing the piano, not far away Zhuge Pan and Zhuge Zhan are fishing, and the old Cangtou and the maid at home are busy with meals.

It is the leisure and elegance of flowers in spring and snow in winter.

After all, when the prime minister was farming and studying in Longzhong, there was no lack of scholarly demeanor who entertained himself with poetry and books, playing the piano, singing and calligraphy.It's just that since the first emperor visited the thatched cottage three times, the prime minister has been busy with the papers and lamented the difficulties of the times, and it's rare to have leisure time.Now that the Northern Expedition is going well, and it is rare for families to get together, it is human nature to rediscover leisure and elegance.

Therefore, when the little official presented Zhang Bao's letter, the prime minister looked at the ten lines at a glance, and then waved his hand, "Wen Rong's request is for the benefit of the country. Zuo Zijin has nothing to worry about now, so he agrees with him." Let's go."

"promise."

The little official responded with a loud voice, stepped back a few steps while maintaining a bowed posture, and turned around with a straight body and walked away.

But before he took many steps, he was suddenly called out by the prime minister, "Wait a minute."

Seeing that the prime minister thought of something, he stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, and then told him again, "Let Wen Rong and Zi Jinyue take a look and then go to the West Sea. Well, you ask Wu Ziyuan to dispatch some soldiers to send that An Guo recommended earlier. The person escorted to Ji County, let Zijin first measure his talent, judge him and conclude that he is worthy of any rank, and then report to me in a book."

"No. I will go to find General Wu right now."

The little official saluted again and left as he said.

The Huang family, who was disturbed by Yaxing and temporarily stopped playing the piano, saw the little official go away, and said with a smile, "my husband has agreed to Guan Anguo before, and will summon the Jizhou scholar in a few days. Why do you go back on your word and send him away?" How about going to Ji County for Zheng Zijin?"

"Because Zheng Zijin has a good ear for knowing people!"

The prime minister also smiled, and answered without hesitation, "According to the imperial court's practice of treating Wei Jiangren favorably and granting official positions when they come to vote, the scholars from Jizhou can also be regarded as my assistants in the Han Dynasty. Responsibility. Now that the meeting is just in time, let Zijin do his duty."

After hearing this, Mrs. Huang smiled even more, and retorted, "Although what my husband said is true, I also know that the reason for it must be my husband's desire for comfort!"

"Hahaha~~~"

Immediately, the prime minister couldn't help laughing, "Those who know me are my master!"

After joking and laughing, she wanted to get up and take a walk to relieve the stagnant Qi and blood from sitting for a long time. Seeing her, Mrs. Huang hurried over to help her.

Since the beginning of winter, the prime minister's leg problems have become more frequent.

It is difficult to walk for a long time, and it is also difficult to sit for a long time.

The husband and wife walked slowly along the lakeside for a while, getting farther and farther away from the fishing place of Zhuge Pan and Zhuge Zhan.

Out of maternal instinct, Huang glanced back from time to time.

The number of times was too high, and I suddenly remembered something. After hesitating for a moment, I lowered my voice and asked, "My husband regards Zheng Zijin very highly, so he must have his own merits. Pan'er begged for Zijin's daughter, but why did your husband not comment?"

"Bo Song has a pure character and doesn't know the way of power."

Hearing this, the prime minister shook his head slightly, and stopped under the tree, "Zijin is very close to the emperor, and in the future, he will be relied on by the emperor as a thigh, in as the heart, and out as minions. Therefore, in the future, the son will also be favored by the emperor. Waiting, such as making him honor the princess or welcome into the palace. Bo Song doesn't understand this, how can I be carefree? Furthermore, I have been entrusted by the late emperor, and I have inherited the title of "Father of the Son of Heaven". Now that you are old, you should take Huo Guang from the past as a warning, and don't let your descendants become arrogant."

After these words fell, the two fell into silence.

"It's still my husband who thinks deeply."

When she was young, Huang uttered a sigh of emotion, and also smiled suddenly, "However, Pan'er and Zhan'er are both meek and humble in temperament, and they will definitely not be people who mess up the family in the future, so you don't have to worry about your husband."

"Ha, that's natural."

Immediately, the Prime Minister nodded, and said with a smile, "These two boys have been disciplined by Xi Jun since childhood, so why should I worry?"

Instead of continuing this topic, he cast his eyes on the clear lake and mountains after the snow, and asked, "Xijun, do you see that the scenery here is similar to Nanyang Longzhong?"

His voice was very soft and slow, as if he was muttering to himself.

Nanyang Longzhong?

Hearing this, Huang didn't answer immediately, but looked around with vague memories.

After a few days of heavy snow, the lakeside was covered in silver, and the sky after the clouds cleared was extremely blue and quiet, allowing the sun to fall unscrupulously on the branches of trees covered with thin ice, flaunting colorful colors proudly.

Although the weather is cold, it can't stop the unknown birds from cruising and playing on the lake, adding a ray of vitality.

There are three or five idle fishing boats hidden among the purple cypresses and green pines on the side of the lakeside where the mist is already deep. spectacular.

Being in it, putting aside the distracting thoughts in your heart and looking at it carefully, there is a kind of quiet comfort spontaneously without knowing it.

Huang, who was reading quietly, looked at it, as if he had returned to the leisurely life when he was in Nanyang Longzhong more than [-] years ago and before his husband became an official.

Therefore, I couldn't help but let out a smile.

"As my husband said, it is quite similar."

She nodded in response, her voice also soft and slow.

But when she raised her head in joy, she turned her eyes to the prime minister, and saw that her beard and hair had turned pale, her face had become dimpled, her eyes no longer bright, etc., she quietly said "not similar" in her heart.

Yes, time has passed, how can they be similar?

But the prime minister was unaware of this.

He did ask a question just now, but he didn't seem to be waiting for Huang's answer.
Perhaps it means that he was asking himself just now.

Because now he is looking at the Qinling Mountains hidden in the sea of ​​clouds and mist, his eyes are full of confusion.

In his mind, he had already traveled through Baoxie Valley and entered Youfufeng, imagining the golden and iron horses gathered in the Guanzhong Sanfu, and sketching the exciting scene of the Han banner flying on the Chang'an city wall.

It is no coincidence.

On the other side, Sima Yi, the governor of Guanzhong Sanfu and the governor of Wei Yongliang, was also standing at the head of Chang'an City, leaning on the crenels of the city wall and lingering on the Qinling Mountains.

Ignoring the wind and snow, I didn't leave for a long time.

His thoughts also penetrated the Qinling Mountains and wandered in Hanzhong County, hoping that one day Hanzhong County could be turned into a vassal of Wei.

Because he just got the military situation.

The war in Huainan on the Eastern Front has temporarily ceased.

(End of this chapter)