The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 418
The snow is hanging heavily on the branches, and the melted snow water is falling drop by drop to the eaves. In the elegant and quiet guest house, the green smoke from the small stove is curling up with warmth.

Guo Rong, who was sitting next to his adoptive father, was young after all, and after sitting for a while, he became a little restless. There were few voices coming from inside and outside, and he looked at his adoptive father in fear.

Before he could speak, Guo Wei tilted his head to signal him not to speak.

In fact, he has been looking at the surrounding environment and furnishings all the time, but the living room for receiving guests looks luxurious. There are several vertical screen paintings hanging on the whitewashed walls, almost all of which have chiseled and double-chilled gilt copper inverted rings, plain red sandalwood frames, and many screens in the middle. For landscapes, fairy foxes, and occasionally one or two portraits of beautiful women.

There is also a red sandalwood inlaid jade screen in the corner, even the chairs under the seat and the small table next to it are all made of red sandalwood, which makes Guo Wei a little speechless, it is really too extravagant.

How rich is this King Yong?
It's right to think about it, the officials of several dynasties, there is no way not to collect money.

Looking out of the window lattice, the sun shines through the white snow. Under the winter sun, this huge courtyard, Langyuan, turns, and the backyard that outsiders cannot enter or leave is picturesque.

The empty carved window tallow, a little warm sunlight turned into spots and sprinkled on the dressing table, and the bronze mirror reflected a snow-white head.

The old man's robe was thick, and his neck was wrapped with mink. The servant girl combed the snow-white hair neatly with a ox horn comb, and took the old man's head back.

In the bronze mirror, the old man just sat there, possessing a restrained power, unlike ordinary old people, whose eyes are cloudy at this age, on the contrary, his eyes are full of energy, as sharp as a young man in his prime.

In the words, he told the maid behind him about the people waiting in the guest house, and asked:
"Who are they?"

"I don't know, I don't know. But there must be something important." That maid is also in her thirties, at her age, she would have been sent off to marry her in another family.

The old man looked at the combed hair, then stood up, took a crutch and slowly walked towards the threshold, the maid followed closely, stretched out her hand to help, and told "slow down" and "the threshold is high" from time to time.

"Hehe. The old man was galloping in the court, and he was afraid of the threshold?" The old man sneered disdainfully.

"Cough?" Geng Qing coughed dryly, raised his old face, stroked his white beard, and looked up at the winter sun, "It's sunny today, Madam, won't you come out to bask in the sun for a while?"

"Madam doesn't want to go out, she says it's cold."

Geng Qing nodded and did not speak. The humidity in the mountains was heavy and it was winter. He could sit in the room to keep warm, and he would never step out of the house. If it wasn't for a sudden visitor, he would not bother to go out.

Especially when he was suffering from the wind and cold a while ago, if it wasn't for Qiao Niang forcing a maid to take care of him all the time, he wouldn't want to be helped to walk every day.

Slowly passed the atrium, someone in charge came to say hello, Geng Qing asked about the affairs of the mansion while walking, the woman who was still in the mansion had lunch and played mahjong, those who were not in the mansion, don't worry, the children followed outside the mountain help.

Now there are more than 60 descendants of the Geng family, big and small, and there are 30 people who call him Taigong. When the new year comes, they will come back one by one.

There are too many people, and I can't remember the names, but Qiao Niang also said that I don't need to take care of the family affairs, just let their wives do it.

"By the way, what about Dachun?"

"I took my three grandchildren to Feihu County, and said I want them to see the ancestral house!"

Listening to the steward laughing and talking about the miscellaneous things in the courtyard, Geng Qing smiled comfortably. She has never regretted her decision back then. After going through the troubled times, it is really a great blessing to live to the end of her life.

Anyway, he has already paved the way for his children and grandchildren, even if he can't do well, he can become a rich man in peace.

Over the years, he has also been slowly delegating power, handing over the affairs in hand to a few capable sons. The boss, Geng Nian, is now in Bianzhou, and the wife beside him is the daughter of Qin Huaimian, who has won her father's martial arts skills. There is also the title of female sword fairy in the rivers and lakes.

Facts have proved that Geng Nian, who was brought up with one hand, was the best choice for his responsibility and wit. He took root in the Kaifeng area, selected and trained many heroes in the army. Let Geng Nian take him in, or send him here to be taught by Fu Daozhao and others.

The ones that impressed Geng Qing were Li Chuyun, Pan Mei, Li Jixun, Wang Shenqi, Cao Bin and others. This place looked like a nursery school, and sometimes when he passed by, the noise made him dizzy.

Jiuyu, who is in charge over there, doesn't dislike him. He has become colder and colder these years, but inside he is the complete opposite, as gentle as jade.The whole person looks like a middle-aged Confucian scholar in his 40s, not in his seventies or eighties.

As for Li Cunxiao, after his mother Wang Jinqiu passed away, she married her daughter and left here to ride a horse to the outside of the Great Wall alone. Every year on the anniversary of Wang Jinqiu's death, he would come back early and live in the village for ten and a half months with Geng Qing. Let's talk, talk about Tuyuhun and the Khitan people.

Sometimes Geng Qing envied him instead, wandering around with a long lance with nothing to worry about, and sometimes when this brother came back, he found that his own was becoming more and more difficult to talk to him. I can't keep my mouth shut.

Of course, envy is just a thought.

Many people are envious of my big family.

Geng Qing shook his head with a smile. He had already reached the eaves of the porch in the front yard, straightened his robes, and stepped into the middle hall with a cane.

guest house.

Guo Wei waited a little anxiously. He drank two cups of tea. The King Yong hadn't seen him yet. Guo Rong beside him was even more agitated. something.

Not long after, the steward that he had seen before came back, and beside him was an old man in a black-patterned gold-rimmed robe and a velvet neck, walking to the first place with a cane.

The latter hurriedly got up and cupped his hands: "Guo Wei, envoy of Ma Bujun, pays homage to King Yong!"

"How many years has it been? What are you still called King Yong? Sit down." Geng Qingxu pressed his hand, and he was also looking at the burly man in front of him. It made Guo Wei remind him: "King Yong, I followed His Majesty to fight Yelu Abaoji in Youzhou."

"Oh, the old man remembered."

Geng Qing nodded with a smile. In fact, he couldn't remember who the other party was at all. At that time, there were not many people who could make him remember the name and appearance.

After letting Guo Wei sit down again, he exchanged some pleasantries, and then he asked about the business.

"Why do you come here to find me, but His Majesty asked me?"

When people asked about the reason, Guo Wei didn't mention it. After all, it was related to the emperor. He didn't want to reveal too much. He only said that the letter came out of the palace, and His Majesty wanted to find King Yong.

Right now, King Yong was right in front of him, and he had nothing to hide. He sent Guo Rong beside him to play outside, and after the servants and stewards around him also went out, he got up and walked to the middle, half kneeling down.

"King Yong, as entrusted by His Majesty, I also invite King Yong to return to Luoyang."

Guo Wei paused and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty has suffered a stroke and is bedridden."

Geng Qing froze for a moment.

Holding the teacup, the overflowing tea fell on his fingers without even noticing it.After a while, he slowly put the teacup on the table, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

These days, a stroke is tantamount to declaring death.

"Then the old man will go to Luoyang and meet Siyuan."

(End of this chapter)