Tang Dynasty good brother

Chapter 66
Qin Hao was in the prison of Dali Temple, because he had no windows and could not see the sunrise and sunset, so the time was actually quite difficult to calculate, and he stayed for about two days.

In the past two days, because it was really boring, it was unavoidable that we would often talk to Wei Ting, and sometimes deliberately annoyed him. After two days, the relationship between the two of them was very difficult to be delicate. They were friends, but they definitely couldn’t be talked about. It's an enemy, and we can chat together again.

Qin Hao would tease Wei Ting when he was bored, Wei Ting would usually ignore him very coldly, Qin Hao was not annoyed, he just thought he was teasing a cat.

One day, a high official in purple robe came down, walking down with majestic splayed steps, with a beard like steel needles on his cheeks, and his face was flushed like Guan Gong. Although he didn't have a pair of red phoenix eyes, but two The sharp and angular eyes look particularly energetic, and there is a bit of calm and prestige.

Go to Wei Ting's place first, and simply cupped his fists and cupped his hands: "Master Wei."

Wei Ting cupped his hands with a wry smile, "Master Dai."

The man nodded, as a way of saying hello to his old colleague, and then came to Qin Hao's door, and said, "Are you Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao was very doggy, nodded and bowed and said: "It's the little one. You are Dai Qingtang, my lord? You have taken good care of me these few days. I thank you here."

Dai Zhou said with a smile: "It's just a trivial matter, no need to thank you, your master specially wrote to ask me to take care of you, although I don't dare to bend the law for personal gain, but I still have to take care of some small things, besides, what you Qin Lang did, also It is a pity that brother Xuan Cheng should be the first to be treated as a courteous official, otherwise I will rush to accept you as an apprentice."

Qin Hao bent down and cupped his hands, and said with a giggle, "Master Qingtang loves you."

Dai Zhou patted Qin Hao on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the saint wants to see you."

Qin Hao quickly pretended to be panic-stricken and said: "Oh, this is really, how can you be able to bother the sage in his busy schedule? It's really a sin, a sin. Please wait a moment, Mr. Qingtang, and the boy simply cleans up his appearance , then follow Master Qingtang to face the saint."

Dai Zhou said impatiently: "What are you doing? It's a waste of time. You just came out of the prison. What do you look like clean? On the contrary, you are more sloppy, and you can gain two points of sympathy."

Qin Hao nodded, like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, yes, what Master Qingtang said is true."

As he said that, Qin Hao took off his shoes on purpose, let his hair loose again, stretched out his hand to scratch it vigorously, and shook it, making it look like a neuropathy. Seeing that there was burning charcoal in the stove, he threw it out again. He picked up the hot carbon ash on the ground and smeared it on his face. He took off his coat and only wore a single shirt.

Dai Zhou hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, it's almost enough, if you do it again, the saint will think that my Dali Temple is a place where lynching is abused."

Qin Hao said in shame: "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"Let's go, you are lucky, the saint will summon you in the Ziwei Palace."

Qin Hao was secretly shocked. The Purple Myrtle Palace is the emperor's bedroom. Strictly speaking, it belongs to the Beiya, not an office but the emperor's private space. Although the hierarchy of the Tang Dynasty is far less strict than that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, calling foreign ministers into the Zichen Palace to discuss matters is considered It's commonplace, but at most it's aimed at some new prime ministers or generals, it's a sign of the emperor's trust, and ordinary officials can't even think about it.

The summoning by Zichen Palace represented a signal, Li Er didn't seem to take himself out of the picture, but regarded himself as one. . . . .Junior?
Needless to say, even though they haven't met each other yet, just such a casual arrangement made Qin Hao's heart feel warm.

After leaving Dali Temple, I covered my forehead with my hand to block the sunlight. After I got used to it, I saw that Dai Zhou was already riding on a big horse with a snow-white curly-haired empty horse beside him.

"Get on the horse."

Qin Hao said embarrassedly: "This... Is there a donkey? I don't know how to ride a horse."

Dai Zhou laughed loudly when he heard the words, "You still don't know how to ride a horse? Then you have to practice as soon as possible. I am a young man from Tang Dynasty. If you don't know how to ride a horse, you won't be very successful. Come on, you are familiar with the horses. I won't throw you, let's walk slowly, don't we dare to ride a horse in this Taiji Palace?"

During the Tang Dynasty, officials had to ride horses when they went up and down. There were guards in the palace leading the horses to lead the way. It was a kind of respect for the officials. After all, the Tai Chi Palace was quite big, and it was somewhat uncomfortable to walk on two legs. Conveniently, this is also the difference between the Tang Dynasty and the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The officials and the royal family were more partners than slaves.

Since riding a horse is the rule, Qin Hao naturally wouldn't insist on getting a donkey, anyway, he wanted to save face, so he immediately stepped on it tremblingly. There is no such thing as the imaginary slave squatting down to be a horse-mounting stone. As if on the top of the waves, the two legs can still feel the body temperature and strong muscles of the steed.

With a slight flick of the reins, the horse started to walk slowly. It felt pretty good, very majestic. This horse was obviously raised in the palace. Going back to the palace is like going home. It doesn't need Qin Hao's operation at all, but Qin Hao However, Hao firmly decided to learn horses in the future.

In the Tang Dynasty, a son who couldn't ride a horse was a waste. At this time, the so-called young heroes were far from those weak scholars who only knew how to recite two tattered and sour poems. Even martial courage is ranked ahead of knowledge.

He had already entered the Suzaku Gate while thinking about it, and the Taiji Palace was hard to see. The towering and majestic stairs, the magnificent palace, the grandeur and majesty, Qin Hao could not help swallowing, feeling very nervous.

After all, this is Li Shimin, alive.

The only undisputed emperor of all ages in the history of China, no one can surpass him in the ancient times and the present, and the martial arts and martial arts can be disdainful for thousands of years. The popular idol, who the hell can't be nervous when he sees it.

At the door, Dai Zhou stopped after getting off his horse, and signaled Qin Hao to go in by himself. At this time, Dai Zhou had not yet joined the third rank of Tong Zhongshu, so he was not counted as a prime minister, nor was he qualified to enter Zichen Palace.

Then he saw an eunuch coming out from inside, and after a brief meeting with Qin Hao, he led Qin Hao in, turning around, and after passing the porch, he felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and a round purple gauze curtain was in front In the center, only a vague figure can be seen inside.

Qin Hao fell to his knees with a thump. In this regard, he did not have the hypocrisy of other traversers, "The grassroots refer to the saints, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Li Shimin was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "You kid, you are good at flattering, and I don't know why Xuan Cheng accepted you as a naughty ghost as an apprentice all his life, but you should not say such flattering words in the future. The good thing is, I don't like to listen to it, but Xuan Cheng's words of direct remonstrance to the emperor are harsh but I like it, and I will follow him to learn more about Xuan Cheng's temperament that would rather bend than bend."

Only then did Qin Hao remember that Long Live Long Live seems to be the process after Ming and Qing Dynasties, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed at the moment.

There was a sound of tearing, and the thick gauze curtain was pulled open in the round bed, and Li Shimin said: "Why are you kneeling so far away, come here and let me take a good look at your appearance."

(End of this chapter)