Chapter 277: Meeting a noble person by chance

Wei Yan's mansion is located in Yanshoufang, Chang'an. In addition, Wei Zheng, Wei Ping, Wei Rang, and a group of important officials of the Wei family also had their own prefectures in Chang'an. However, after Pei Jun came to power, the Wei family was his target of attack. For example, Wei Zheng was demoted from the original Shangshu Youcheng to the Chief Secretary of the Xinwang Mansion. Most of the other important officials of the Wei family were demoted to remote places such as Lingnan and Jiangnan West Road to the governors or Sima. The Wei family had no strength in hand and could only be repaired honestly. In addition to silence, Wei Yan could choose only silence.

However, during this period, the Wei family was very happy and the servants were also happy. The master laughed a lot. He often walked around the room with a letter and laughed happily, completely different from Wei Yan, who had a gloomy face all day.

At this moment, Wei Yan sat in the study and wrote with a smile. He held a pen in one hand and gently stroked his short beard with the other hand and looked at the words in front of him with satisfaction. He wrote the four words "Wei's backbone".

Needless to say, this is a banner he was going to give to Wei Deqing. On a rainy night ten days ago, an envoy from Chenliu brought him news that he seemed to be reborn. Li Huaixian's adopted son, Li Deqing, who had just been named the governor of Bian Song by the Empress Dowager, was actually the son of their Wei family, Wei Deqing, the military officer of Kaiyang County at that time.

This news immediately made Wei Yan go to the ancestral hall with tears in his face to kowtow to his ancestors and thank them for regaining the light of day in the Wei family. Then he ordered people to find Wei Deqing's mother, a coarse servant who specializes in washing the toilets for the young men and ladies of the Wei family.

"Father, are you looking for me?" The eldest son Wei Qingchu asked respectfully when he was at the door.

"It's just right, come! Look at the father's handwriting?" Wei Yan called his son in, pointed to the banner and smiled: "I have written five of my father this afternoon. This is the most satisfying one, but I still feel it is a bit inappropriate, but I can't tell where it is?"

On the surface, Wei Qing had no change in the rest except for a short tuft on his jaw. His skin was still astonishingly white, with melancholy eyes under his long eyelashes. His body still looked so weak, but he is now a doctor at the host and guest department of the Ministry of Rites, with a fifth rank, which is already an extremely high rank for an official from the School of the Ministry of Rites.

Wei Qing walked closer and looked at the banner on the table. 'Wei's backbone'. Of course he knew who it was for. A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, but it was covered up by him. He tried his best to restrain the dissatisfaction that might be leaked in his tone and smiled at his father: "The father's handwriting is excellent, strong and powerful, and it is three-point in bones. The child feels impeccable. If he must find a place that makes his father feel dissatisfied, I think it may be whether the word "backbone" is too straightforward. If it is a little more implicit and changed to the word "children", it may be much better."

Wei Yan read the 'Sons of Wei' twice, but he shook his head and said, "This doesn't show my evaluation of him, it's not appropriate! It's okay, that's it."

Wei Yan picked up the banner, blew it dry, and ordered someone to frame it. He slightly cleaned up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and let Wei Qing sit down.

"I want you to go to Chenliu for your father and send the banners in person, and at the same time, comfort Wei Deqing and tell him that I am going to rank his name second on the list of children of the ancestral hall, second only to me."

The second person was Wei Qing, the heir of the head of the family. Now he was squeezed down. Even though Wei Qing had a little conciseness, he could not help but change his face slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "Why didn't my father let him go to Beijing to report his duties? Isn't this more pleasing to him?"

Wei Yan waved his hand and said, "I have thought about this, but Deqing had just taken power and could not leave Chenliu at will. He had to stay and consolidate his territory. This is one; the second is that Li Huaixian's two sons are still there, and he had to take his time to kill them. If they were not removed, Deqing would not enter Beijing. This is two; the third is that Cui Qinggong was forced to withdraw his troops because his lair was attacked. How could he be careless? Once Deqing entered Beijing, it is difficult to guarantee that he would not take the opportunity to attack. Therefore, as mentioned above, he could not leave Chenliu easily. You can only go and work hard."

"But my child is busy with official business, so I'm afraid he won't be able to find time to see him." Wei Qing's tone was still lukewarm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Wei Yan was stunned. He suddenly came back to the point that his son had been calling Wei Deqing "him" from beginning to end. Why didn't he understand?

He began to realize that he was a little proud of the Wei family's territory and only thought about the strength of the Wei family, but he forgot that Wei Deqing was originally a concubine with a very low status. Now that he respects him so much, other Wei family members will certainly be dissatisfied. His son may no longer feel ordinary jealousy.

Thinking of this, Wei Ye gently patted Wei Qing's back of his hand and sighed, "Qing'er, you should understand what Wei Deqing's territory and army mean to our Wei family. The seven major families of the Tang Dynasty have gone to four of them. Chu Xingshui was located in a corner to be protected. The Cui family also declined, leaving only one Pei Jun's family as the dominant one. Hebei, Hedong, Guanzhong has hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers, and has households and officials. It can be said to occupy the time. Zhang Huan is a new rise. Although he is not strong in the court, he is strong in the local area. Longyou, Hexi, Shuofang, and Shu now have Jingxiang again. His army has exceeded the Pei family.

I can say that he has gained the advantage of territory; and Cui Xiaofu has been supported by many royalists in the name of orthodox name. Even Cui Qinggong and Li Xilie, who have ulterior motives, expressed their loyalty to her. Even our Wei family is willing to be loyal to her. In fact, she is the orthodox Tang Dynasty, and she has occupied the harmony of people. These three families are the three major forces of the Tang Dynasty. What about our Wei family? At that time, the seven major families ranked third, how much influence does the court still have? It has been almost a month since my father went to court, but there was no influence at all. Son! Don’t you understand for so many years? Without your own strength, our Wei family will really completely decline."

Wei Qing didn't say anything for a long time. He suddenly thought of his sister. In order to gain a little bit of power from the Wang family, his father even married Wang Mao, who was nearly fifty years old. He knew that his father's desire for the army and territory had reached a nearly crazy state. What does Wei Deqing's appearance mean to his father? Wei Qing slowly leaned down and kowtowed to his father, "The child is unfilial and cannot share his worries for his father. The child will go to Chenliu tomorrow and will definitely comfort Brother Deqing for his father."

Weier nodded, his son's filial piety made him feel sad. Seeing that there was no one around, he whispered: "Don't worry, one day, I will let Wadeqing obediently hand over the territory and army to the hands of you, my father and son. Now the most urgent task is to win him over and make him loyal to the Wei family, that is, to you and me."

Wei Qing suddenly realized that his father could see far!

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Early March is the spring season. Under the misty sky, a few orioles combed their nests with bright feathers. The willow branches and grasslands all happily grew tender green buds. The air was slightly cold, but the heart was warm. In such a season, outings were traditional outdoor activities for Chang'an people, especially the warlord Zhu Li, who troubled Chang'an people, were eliminated, which brought people a sense of safety.

‘Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys of the Ming Dynasty.’

March 3 is Shangsi Festival, and the beautiful scenery in Chang'an is already crowded, especially the Qujiang Pond, where the green water washes away the rouge, the mountains on both sides are surrounded by beautiful flowers, colorful fallen flowers, bright red peach blossoms, elegant peach blossoms, and shy apricot blossoms.

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There are many tourists, and there are aspiring poets looking for inspiration. Lady guarded by the servants enjoy the spring in the carriage to recall the past. Officials and families have private places in other places, not competing for spring with the common people. More of them are ordinary Chang'an people. They come in groups of three or five, with their wives and children. But the most eye-catching ones are countless young and lively Chang'an girls. They walk and play among the flowers. I don't know whether they are beautiful because of the flowers or because of them. "The eyebrows are white and the eyebrows are jealous of the pomegranate flowers, and the red skirt is jealous of the pomegranate flowers."

On the official road about one mile away in the south of Qujiangchi, a team of horses came from afar, about 300 people, and one of them was in the middle. It was Zhang Huan who returned from Xiangyang.

Before going to Longyou, he had to go back to Chang'an to report his duties to the court. At the same time, he also planned to meet Cui Yuan and listen to his suggestions.

Although he worked hard all the way, the excitement of arriving in Chang'an and the vitality of spring made him feel energetic and could not see any fatigue. He pointed to a garden with a beautiful scenery in the distance with a horse whip and smiled at his personal soldiers: "Did you see that? That is Furong Garden. When Emperor Xuanzong brought Yang Guifei to the garden, the imperial concubine washed her feet in Qujiang Pool. As a result, all the powder shops in Chang'an were closed. Do you know why?"

Seeing that the governor was in a good mood, the soldiers laughed together and said in a lingering manner: "I heard that Yang Guifei is ashamed of her beauty, but when she sees her, she feels ashamed and dare not buy cosmetics?"

Zhang Huan smiled mysteriously and said, "No! No! It's the water from Qujiang Pond that became too fragrant after washing his feet by the imperial concubine. Chang'an women came to the pool to bathe and wash their faces, so naturally they didn't have to buy fragrant powder and rouge."

The soldiers all laughed, "Yang Guifei's foot wash water" was really interesting.

The soldiers walked across a hillside, where the peach blossoms were blooming, so gorgeous that they couldn't open their eyes. Suddenly, a burst of laughter came. More than a dozen girls in gorgeous long skirts emerged from the peach blossom forest. Each of them held flowers full of flowers, and the peach blossoms and their faces were gorgeous. The soldiers were all staring at each other. The dozen girls suddenly saw a large group of ferocious soldiers staring at them on the road. They were so scared that they exclaimed and fled into the peach blossom forest.

"Governor, they must be peach blossom witches. Why don't we wait to destroy the demons and eliminate the harm to the people!" Several personal soldiers smiled ambiguously.

Zhang Huan tapped them with a horse whip and scolded, "Don't you, you are monsters!"

Seeing that his brothers were thinking about women tightly, he smiled and said, "After returning to Chang'an, each person will be rewarded with five jin of money, and give everyone a day off."

The soldiers cheered together, causing passers-by to turn around, wondering what kind of spring these people were pregnant.

At this time, a large group of people rushed to the distance, with nearly a thousand people. The pedestrians on the official road avoided both sides. Zhang Huan saw that the Luomao was all apricot yellow, and he couldn't help but be stunned, "Is it Cui Xiaofu coming to visit the garden?"

Sure enough, when the clear road ahead approached, they were all palace guards. He immediately waved his hand and said, "Everyone should take the opportunity, don't make noise."

The order was ordered to go immediately, and everyone dismounted and avoided the roadside. The official road was very wide. Teams of guards walked past them and looked at them vigilantly. Several gorgeous and wide carriages were gradually approaching in the distance.

"Shangshu Zhang!" Someone suddenly shouted not far away. Zhang Huan looked in the voice and saw a horse running out of the team. One of them was looking at him excitedly. He was about the same age as him and had dark skin. Zhang Huan suddenly recognized that it was Han Yu.

Han Yu turned over and dismounted, ran to Zhang Huan quickly, bowed to him, and said excitedly: "Shangshu Zhang, we haven't seen each other for many years."

Zhang Huan quickly smiled and replied, "I heard that Brother Han has been promoted to Doctor of the Imperial College, which is a happy congratulation!"

"I have now left the Imperial College for a while and studied with the emperor." Han Yu smiled and remembered something again, and asked hurriedly: "It has spread all over Chang'an, saying that the governor has killed Zhu Li, but it's true?"

Zhang Huan smiled slightly and said, "Zhu Li was dead, but it was not me who killed it, but his subordinates. This is called "more unrighteous actions will kill you."

"No matter what, if the governor had sent troops to Shannan, I wouldn't have imagined what it would be like now? Zhu Li and Cui Qinggong were not good people." Han Yu said angrily.

"Han Shidou, who is he?" Suddenly, the childish voice of a child came from behind Han Yu.

Zhang Huan looked sideways and saw a gorgeous carriage in the team parked on the road. Dozens of guards next to him were staring at him vigilantly. The curtain of the carriage had been opened. A child about seven or eight years old leaned out and looked at him curiously. He wore a seven-treasure purple gold crown, his face was thin, and his cheeks showed an unhealthy pale.

Zhang Huan suddenly knew who this child was.

He hurriedly stepped forward and gave a deep bow, "My minister Zhang Huan, please see Your Majesty!"

This child is Li Miao, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. He is only eight years old this year, which is the age when most children like to play. However, he lives in the palace and rarely goes out to play. Today is Shangsi Festival. Cui Xiaofu specially allowed him to go out for a day, but unexpectedly he happened to meet Zhang Huan.

Li Miao heard about Zhang Huan's name for a long time, but he had never seen him. When he learned that the person in front of him was the most powerful local warlord today, Li Miao was shocked and blurted out: "Are you Zhang Huan from Longyou?"

"That's right!"

At this time, an old man next to him coughed sternly. He was Li Miao's master Li Deyu, and he was also a member of the royal family and a famous scholar.

Li Miao immediately said solemnly: "I am deeply relieved by Zhang Aiqing's worries for the country. I have worked hard all the way."

Zhang Huan instantly lost his innocence, like a little old man. He shook his head secretly, but said, "I dare not, everything I do is the duty of a minister."

Li Deyu obviously didn't want Li Miao and Zhang Huan to say more. He stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Huangong and said, "Shangshu Zhang, Your Majesty should be the first priority in safety when he went out. I didn't say hello when I met Cui Xiang just now. Look..."

Zhang Huan nodded hurriedly, "The Master said very well."

He took a step back and smiled at Li Miao, "I hope Your Majesty has fun."

There was no smile on Li Miao's face. He nodded seriously, pulled the curtain on the carriage, and the carriage started again, and soon disappeared into the flags and Luomao of the brigade guards.

Zhang Huan kept looking at the little emperor and walked away from him. He smiled coldly, waved his hand and said, "Get on the horse and go back to Beijing!"

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Zhang Huan's return made the whole family ecstatic. Pei Ying hugged her daughter and led her son to the gate to welcome her husband's return. She left home from the first day of the first lunar month. For three months, Zhang Huan missed her family very much. He squatted down and hugged his son and daughter, and kissed them hard on the faces.

"Dad bought it for Qiuqiu... It's delicious?" After a few months, my daughter spoke much more neatly. She smiled sweetly and cutely, like a little greedy cat.
To be continued...