Stir-fried Datang: The Strongest Daughter

Chapter 670 The Legacy of Empress Wen Zhao (Extra)

The Son of Heaven took the Zen position, and Prince Li Xiang succeeded to the throne, and the year name was changed to Yonghui in the second year.

In the third year of Yonghui, ten years after the death of Empress Wen Zhao, it was the middle of winter, and the Legend of the Condor Heroes was staged for the first time in the newly built opera house in Beijing.

Today is the first performance, and many old men and women with gray hair came here with the support of their children and grandchildren.

Although the weather was cold, it could not stop their pace.

These people, when they were still young, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written by Empress Wen Zhao accompanied them through a good time.

Among these people, some are in their seventies and eighties, and some are about the same age as Empress Wen Zhao. They carry the memories of a generation.

In that year of material deprivation and spiritual deprivation, how much happiness did the scriptures bring them?

Some people were still very poor back then, and what they heard about shooting the eagles was just a street legend passed down by word of mouth.Working part-time in the city, the talk of the street people enriches their impoverished world.After working, I gritted my teeth, spent a couple of pennies, ordered a glass of water, and finally heard about Shooting the Condors...

Such memories exist in the minds of many people.Later, life got better, and finally I was able to let the speaker say all about Shooting the Condors, but Empress Wen Zhao was no longer there.

The opening of the stage play Shooting the Condors today is coming anyway.

The white-haired Cheng Yaojin leaned on a cane and walked tremblingly into the opera house. He looked around, and before the play started, he couldn't help the red circles under his eyes.

The old guys from back then are gone...

There is only one annoying Xu Jingzong left.Originally, he hated this person very much, but now he looked at him and became kind.

Xu Jingzong's teeth have almost fallen out, he is holding his mouth shut, leaning on a cane, and the air leaks whenever he speaks.Where can I still see the elegant and handsome back then?

When he saw Cheng Yaojin, he asked his children and grandchildren to support him, clasped his hands and said, "Master, how are you?"

Cheng Yaojin is very old, he doesn't understand why his wife and daughter haven't come to pick him up yet, he is already 84 years old!
long overdue...

Looking at Xu Jingzong, who is also 81 this year, Cheng Yaojinshuang is a little fuzzy at the moment.

This is his daughter's most capable minister. Although he despises his character, he still has some kindness when he thinks of this man's own daughter's involvement.

Especially after Yuchi Laosha and Changsun Wuji passed away one after another last year, there were really not many of them old officials left in Zhenguannian.

Is it really a scourge to live for thousands of years?
The former Great Demon King thought this way, deep down in his heart, even he himself felt that he was not a good person.

Good people are old fools like Yuchi and Wei Zheng.

And he is a shit-stirring stick under Emperor Taizong, not a good person, but a disaster.

And this Xu Jingzong is the shit stick in his daughter's hand, and he is also not a good person.

Those good guys are gone, and now there are only two bad guys left.

The two villains met each other's eyes, and the circles of their eyes were a little red.

"Ugh!"

After staring for a long time, Xu Jingzong's old face showed sadness. He turned around and shook his head. A vicissitudes of life sounded, "Seeing things and thinking about others, why are we here?"

As he shrugged his shoulders, comforting words came from the children and grandchildren beside him, "Grandfather, don't be sad..."

"You bastards don't know that when I was young, the old man was lonely and surly, only Empress Wen Zhao appreciated it. This is the kindness of acquaintance... Who would have thought that good fortune made people go earlier than me, an old man..."

"This old man is not a good man, but he is a good courtier. If there is no Queen Wen Zhao, I am afraid that this old man will enter the courtier's biography..."

Cheng Yaojin listened to his words, lowered his eyes, and couldn't help sighing.

It turned out that he knew all about it...

Then he curled his lips into a smile and murmured: "Old guy, I'm much more honest when I'm old..."

"Di Xiang is here, Di Xiang is here..."

Someone over there exclaimed that the [-]-year-old Di Renjie was in the best time of a man's life.

Grinding away the edges and corners of youth, without the confusion of 30 years old, a man who lives to forty basically understands everything he should understand.Li Yifu retired last year, so he replaced the team and became the chief assistant of the cabinet, that is, the prime minister in the traditional sense in the past.

It is the first time since the founding of the Tang Dynasty that he became a prime minister at such a young age. It is worth mentioning that when Li Chengqian predicted the future, he also used Li Yifu's shit-stirring stick. According to the order of the emperor, even if he gave in, he did not dare to be careless in the face of the new emperor.

Last year, Li Yifu, who felt exhausted, was begging for bones. After several refusals, he finally withdrew and ended his career as "Prime Minister of the Seal".

That's right, he's just a sharp knife in the hands of the emperor, the kind who stamps a seal and settles the matter.I deeply feel that the emperor is difficult to deal with. He has been very honest these years, and he dare not cause troubles like he was when he was young. He is kind to everyone and has no airs.

Now that Di Renjie has taken over, although he is young, no one dares to underestimate him.

This young man who was once favored by Empress Wen Zhao showed his superhuman skills in the officialdom within ten years of Empress Wen Zhao's death. People have to admire the empress's gaze.Now, when he appears here, no one will accuse him of not doing his job properly. The so-called kindness of knowledge and encounter is as great as the sky. The sculpture is from the hands of Empress Wen Zhao. It is only natural that the chief minister of the cabinet will come to watch.

Di Renjie came towards Cheng Yaojin and bowed to him, Cheng Yaojin avoided it, waved his hand and said: "Huaiying, don't be too polite, I'm just an idle old man, I can't bear this gift."

Di Renjie smiled, bowed again, and said: "The father of the country is the father of Empress Wen Zhao. The father of the country made great contributions to the country when he was young, and he also raised such a beautiful daughter as Queen Wen Zhao. Not to mention Di Renjie saluting, even people in the world should salute you."

Speaking of his daughter, even though he had passed away for ten years, Cheng Yaojin would feel pain in his heart whenever he thought of the emaciated appearance of his favorite daughter before his death.He wiped the corners of his eyes, and murmured: "My son can be treated affectionately by the emperor in this life, and the subjects of the world are grateful, it is worth it..."

"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather..."

A child about ten years old pulled Cheng Yaojin's sleeve. He raised his head and asked, "What kind of person is my aunt? My father said that my aunt always lied to him and cheated him of money when she was young. My father It’s so strange that I cried and laughed at the same time when I said it…”

Cheng Yaojin was silent, looking at the second child's little grandson, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Xiang'er, he was lively and active, and sometimes made surprising remarks, in a daze, he seemed to see that stubborn girl who refused to recognize him.

Di Renjie waved at the child and said, "Your name is Ruoshui, right? Come, come to uncle..."

Cheng Ruoshui walked over according to her face, looked up at Di Renjie, "Uncle, are you familiar with Auntie?"

Di Renjie's eyes became darker, looking at the people who were making preparations on the stage, he murmured: "Although we haven't known each other for a long time, it's better than a hundred years..."

"Then, tell me what kind of person she is?"

Cheng Ruoshui looked excited. He was Cheng Chuliang's youngest grandson. Naturally, he had never seen this aunt, but he kept hearing people talk about it, and he became curious.

Di Renjie looked away, pointed to the stage, and asked, "Have you heard the story about shooting the eagles?"

He shook his head, for their generation, shooting sculptures is already heavy.After all, Yang Xiaoran's revised version of Shooting the Condors involved the darkest era in Chinese history, and it was too heavy for a child born in a peaceful age.

Di Renjie laughed, patted his little shoulder and said, "Take a good look!"

He suddenly raised his voice, "That is the legacy left by Empress Wen Zhao, and it is a benchmark of the spirit of the times!"

Xu Jingzong came back at some point, his mouth was leaking, but his voice was loud and loud, "That's right! This is the most precious thing left by Empress Wen Zhao! It's the spirit, a kind of unyielding and upward, and it will bless the world. Your own spiritual wealth! Ruoshui, look at it well, you know? The old man often tells the children that if they can learn one ten-thousandth of Empress Wenzhao, they can become outstanding people!"

Cheng Yaojin let out a long sigh, and his dizzy old eyes suddenly brightened up, "In the beginning of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, it was really a pain. Until the second year of Zhenguan, the old man was marching and fighting outside, not to mention ordinary people, even those in the military camp. The food is rationed and distributed, there is no salt, only vinegar cloth is used as the seasoning, the taste of this old man will never be forgotten for the rest of my life..."

His voice became long and his gaze became far-reaching, "It was really hard at that time. Many people went out to work alone, while others could only curl up on the bed."

"why is that?"

Cheng Ruoshui looked innocent, "Are they in poor health?"

"Silly boy……"

Xu Jingzong sighed and said: "There is only one piece of clothing at home. If you wear it, I will lose it. I was so poor back then, that's how poor I was. When Empress Wen Zhao went to Xiaoqingzhuang, it was already very cold. But many children are still wearing straw sandals, and some of their buttocks are exposed. These deeply shocked the queen. She swore in front of the farmers that she would let them live a good life. Knowing why Xiaoqingzhuang is so rich Is it our Datang No. [-] Village? Their first step is to start from such difficult conditions..."

Cheng Yaojin shook his head, "How is it like you are now? You don't want to eat anything, you pick and choose. When I was marching and fighting, I ate all the voles. When I was cornered, I even dug out the voles' holes. It's good to eat if I have something to eat." Well, how can you think so much?"

"I don't know how to be blessed when I am blessed..."

Xu Jingzong shook his head, and slowly walked towards his seat, "You all have a good look, this is the greatest treasure left by Empress Wen Zhao, Ran Min is really a hero! You have to remember it well, you can die, The head can be broken, but the strength of a country cannot be lost! This is the backbone of the nation!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at Xu Jingzong and murmured: "Unexpectedly, this cunning person understands my mind best..."

Di Renjie chuckled, "Master Xu, I also realized later that he has done a lot of good things in the hands of the Empress..."

After a pause, he said again: "Is it the backbone of the nation?"

The stage gradually darkened, Di Renjie returned to his seat, and muttered: "That's really good..."

His eyes gradually became firmer, he clenched his fists, and thought to himself: "This is the greatest legacy that Empress Wen Zhao left to future generations..."

(End of this chapter)