Wind rises time and space gate

Changling Village.

Geng pushed open the closed door and said, "It's time to eat. I've been waiting for you." There was no response in the room, only the sound of clanking and knocking. This old man is obsessed again. Geng cursed secretly and walked closer.

"time to eat!"

Lin Qiushan was startled by the sound and almost hit his hand with the chisel. He frowned and said, "How many times have I told you not to disturb me when I'm doing my work? Look, this is all wrong."

Mr. Geng glanced at the table with a guilty conscience, "If you knock it crooked, knock it crooked. Just hammer it again after a while." Seeing that the silver piece was not damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Several grandsons took turns calling you. After a few times, the food is hot again, why don't you just squeak and let the whole family wait for you."

Lin Qiushan ignored it and only focused on the work in his hands, "I want to be able to hear and not make a sound? Am I mute?"

Geng rolled his eyes, he was not deaf or dumb. "You're still knocking, don't you want to eat?"

"Eat after you finish this. You eat first, don't wait for me."

Geng shouted outside and asked everyone to eat first. He didn't leave, but stood aside and watched him. "In such a hurry? You don't need this meal."

Lin Qiushan kept asking, "This job is specially ordered by a married woman from a large family in Changping. If you do it well, you can earn a hundred taels of labor!"

Mr. Geng sighed, "You don't have to work as soon as you have free time. We still have a few taels of silver at home. Besides, my two daughters-in-law and I can also work to earn some money. We have food and drink at home, and you, Jingping, and Heshun There is also a salary, so the family will not have no food to eat."

Lin Qiushan remained silent.

Geng couldn't help but ramble a few more words. Lin Qiushan was disturbed by her and stopped what he was doing to glare at her. Does this old woman have to eat that one bite of rice? Don't nag him while he is working.

"Am I worried that the whole family will have nothing to eat?"

Geng was stunned and stopped talking.

He pulled a small stool and sat aside, sighing leisurely, his eyes full of sadness. I thought the old man would get a hundred taels after finishing this job. Even though it wasn't much, it was still a supplement.

While sighing, he couldn't help but murmur: "Although the Imperial Mausoleum is poor and his life is not as good as other princes and grandsons in the capital, but when he stays in the Imperial Mausoleum, no one is plotting against him, and he is safe and sound. It makes people angry."

Geng said it would be better to stay in the imperial mausoleum. When a person lives his whole life, he just hopes to have enough to eat, to have a roof over his head, and to sleep without freezing. These are enough. Back in Beijing, that prosperous place is popular, but there are no shortage of conspiracies and calculations.

Ten years ago, he was tricked into coming to the imperial mausoleum. Who knows what will happen in ten years.

They didn't know the King of Yue ten years ago, but ten years later, the King of Yue is his son-in-law. If something happens to him, won't her daughter be left a widow? Wouldn’t it be wise to lose a father again when he grows up?

Geng was so worried that he couldn't sleep well these days.

"He has something hidden in his heart. If he doesn't get it done, he will never feel at ease in his life." Lin Qiushan also sighed.

The couple sighed together. I was extremely worried, but I didn't know how to help him. "He should have arrived in the capital by now, right?"

Zhao Guangyuan, who was talked about by the couple, had already set foot in the capital.

Looking at the tall and majestic city gate of the capital, I felt in a trance.

Ten years ago, he left here for the imperial mausoleum and never returned to the capital. The imperial city in my memory is familiar yet strange. I can no longer remember the past personnel and events.

There was a time when he thought he would never come back.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, he would come back here again. He, Zhao Guangyuan, is back again!

"Brother Seven Emperors!" A horse ran out from the city gate. People entering and leaving the city moved to both sides to avoid it. They hurriedly protected the bags on their shoulders and hugged the packages in their hands. There was still fear on his face, for fear of being stepped on by the frightened horse. The capital is full of dignitaries, and if they are trampled to death by horses, they will all die in vain.

The noble man who beats the horse is dressed in rich clothes, and the golden crown on his head shines in the sunlight. After one glance, the complaining people on both sides lowered their eyes and did not dare to take a second look.

Such noble people are not something they can mess with.

"Hey!" Jin Wang Zhao Guangchun reined up his horse beside the carriage, crossed his long legs, and jumped off the horse, "Brother Seventh Emperor, I'm here to take you into the city!"

Cao Cuo opened the curtain of the sedan chair and saluted him. King Jin waved his hand without looking at him and jumped onto the carriage. When he saw the person sitting inside, he smiled and said, "Brother Emperor."

Zhao Guangyuan looked at him with a slight smile and nodded at him. Ten years have passed, and the boy who was running after him has disappeared. He looks unrecognizable now.

"Thirteenth brother is already so old. If he were to be seen outside, the emperor wouldn't be able to recognize him."

King Jin smiled and said, "I can recognize Brother Seventh Emperor." He looked at Zhao Guangyuan for a few times and then shook his head, "No, Brother Seventh Emperor has also changed."

"Yes, it has been ten years, how can it remain unchanged?"

The smile on King Jin's face stopped, and he felt a little sad in his heart, "Brother, how have you been doing these past few years? The imperial mausoleum is miserable, and it's really hard on my brother."

Zhao Guangyuan smiled and shook his head, "It's not bitter."

How could it not be bitter? If he stayed in the imperial mausoleum for a few days, he would feel bored. The Seventh Emperor Brother has lived there for ten years! Every day I am either copying scriptures or planting flowers and grass, how can I not be miserable?

"It's good to come back. After Brother Huang has had enough rest, I will take Brother Huang around the capital. The capital has changed a lot in the past ten years. Several interesting places have been added to the city, and several new restaurants have opened. I know which restaurant has good wine, good food, and good songs. Then I will take Brother Huang to have a taste and have some fun."

"That's great. I'm so lucky. I can rely on my seventh brother for guidance when the time comes."

"Brother, don't worry, I'm here!"

The two brothers chatted and laughed as the carriage entered the city gate, followed the royal road into the inner city, and arrived at a mansion that occupied an extremely large area.

"This must be the palace of the former Jin king."

Zhao Guangyuan got off the carriage and looked at the palace with a wide front door in front of him. The door of the palace was open on the steps. On the door couplet were the words "Prince Yue's Palace" written in gold on a black background, which conveyed the royal nobility.

The late emperor's most favored prince, the prince of Jin, was the residence of his uncle. When he was young, he had banquets there countless times. Now it has become his palace.

How ridiculous that he had never lived in the palace he had been given for ten years.

Zhao Guangchun accompanied him and introduced him: "The emperor didn't come back before, and the palace only sent a few servants to guard the courtyard. A few days ago, my father wanted to call the emperor back to the capital, so I asked the Ministry of Industry for some People have done a lot of repairs, but time is tight and the mansion is too big, so many places have not been repaired. Only the main courtyard has been repaired so that the emperor can have a proper place to live. The rest will be arranged slowly after the emperor comes back. "

Zhao Guangyuan nodded to him, "Seventh brother, let me worry about it. Brother Huang, thank you here."

"Brother, why are you so polite to your younger brother?"

When King Zhiyue returned to the mansion, the servants of the mansion swarmed out and stood left and right in front of the gate, shouting in unison: "Welcome the prince back to the mansion!"

Zhao Guangyuan glanced lightly and said, "Everyone, get up." He didn't give any instructions. He just asked people to stand flat and then stepped over the high threshold and entered the house.

As he walked and looked around, he was familiar with Prince Jin's Mansion. He had come there often when he was a child. Looking back now, the house is still the same as those houses. The palaces, courtyards, pavilions and pavilions are still the same as in the memory, but they are no longer luxurious.

And everything is wrong.