He stood up from the throne, paced to the golden lacquer bronze pillar and stood still with his hands on his back. He went on to say, "There is nothing in the world that I don't know and can't find out. As long as the two brothers are quiet, their salaries and splendors will not be less.". The Dayi Dynasty has been in existence for more than two hundred years. The land laid down by our ancestors is not easy and cannot be destroyed by our descendants. I hope the third brother will go back and send a message to King Qing. If he can't get up, I'll see if he's willing to give himself a way out. The words were so soft that King Su was stunned. Looking at the back of the emperor Xiu Jie, only this moment, he seemed to understand why he was the only one to the four sons. King Su stamped his foot in sorrowful defeat and said, "Good.." You have quietly paved a good way for your precious son, and you have lost your elder brother's eyes for three years. Come on, I'm convinced. I'm not convinced. Hula, the robe placed a brush on the back of the hand out of the red door of the hall. Under the golden caisson, a scene of silence was restored in an instant. Zhang Fu, an old eunuch, stood hunched aside, holding a black gold embroidered Tuan Long Dongchang robe in his hand. The hourglass rang softly and quietly, and Chu Ang stood silently, listening to the footsteps and walking away, and then went back to sit on the Dragon Chair. The struggle in the court was so intense that one could only hear its shape but not its blade. The cruelty between the brothers began not only when they were young, but also when they were old. Zhang Fu said in silence, "Long live Bing. Yang Jin, the imperial censor of the left capital of the Ducha yuan, has asked the emperor to give him a marriage order. He has asked the emperor to marry his eldest grandson, Princess Shang Chang." When Chu Ang heard this, he thought of the elegant young man he had seen in the Pudu Temple and asked,aluminum tile edge trim, "But Yang Jian, the son of Yang Wei, who went to Yunnan and Guangxi with him?" Zhang Fu should be: "These years the empress lived in seclusion in the Kunning Palace, and Mrs. Yang Wei would visit the palace from time to time.". When I went to Pudu Temple that day, it was the empress who took the eldest princess to travel with her mother and son. Zhang Fu's voice slowly, listening to the words of the emperor and King Su just now, implied relief in his tone at the moment. The Yang family has been honest and upright for generations, and both father and son have served in the Ducha yuan. Both of them are famous for their honesty and integrity. Chu Ang remembered the gentle man who had climbed the steps silently with Chu Xiang one after the other, and his heart was really satisfied. "Empress Sun's hair and lips,tile trim factory, which were gently brushed in the wind, flashed before her eyes." Promise her whatever she says, "she said. "She was silent for a moment, but then she put the memorial back and said in a cool voice," Put it aside until she tells me herself. "Yes." Zhang Fu understood the emperor's mind best. He bowed and said, "It's getting cold. The emperor should go back to the palace. I heard that the plum blossoms in Yikun Palace are blooming today. Would the emperor like to go and have a look?" Li Pin had not been there for several days, and in the morning the palace people came quietly to call, but Zhang Fu did not dare to say. Chu Ang, however, said with a cold face, "Go back to the Palace of Heavenly Purity for dinner." With these words, the master and servant, dressed in robes, went out to the terrace. Three layers of white marble stairs, dressed in bright yellow clothes, the wind is rustling and the back is lonely and cold. Chapter 46 "Si Lu" they are really like each other. The courtyard is empty and silent, aluminum tile trim ,stainless steel edge trim, covered with thick snow. The hall with two layers of black tiles and black pillars stands quietly in the deepest part. The pines on both sides of the hall press the snow, as if forming a simple ancient ink painting. Suddenly the breeze swept over the tiled eaves, and a few piles of ice fell down. The immersed thoughts were suddenly stunned by it, and then I remembered what night it was. Because there are few visitors in Shengji Hall all the year round, it seems frozen and dry and cold. After watching Zhenguan Zhengyao all morning, Chu Zou was startled to feel hungry. Little Shunzi did not wait on him. At the end of September, he ran into a fellow countrywoman, Ah Yun, who had been in the same group as Zhou Ya. She said that she was a good neighbor before he entered the palace to be a eunuch. These days, little Shunzi often went to look for her. Chu Zou did not like to be disturbed by others when he was reading, and wished he was not in front of him. When he saw that the hourglass had come to the end of the day, he closed the pages of the book and stepped through the snow out of the dark Hall of Holy Relief. Eight-year-old boy, slightly thin, slightly nodding and walking silently. Lifting his feet across the Zhaode Gate, he strode in the direction of the inner court, facing Chu Ang, who had just come down from the three-storey white marble staircase. Now it was cold all around, and only the father and son stood lonely in the yard. The loneliness on Chu Ang's face had not yet faded, and when he looked sideways, Chu Zou could not help calling him out: "Father." Born is a pair of deep and profound pupil eyes, always like to separate the crowd from the firm meditation, people see the inexplicable heartache. Chu Ang looked at the son who had been spoiled around his knees since childhood, and remembered the scene when he came to find himself with a bowl of lychees. Small porcelain bowl can not hold a few, while watching themselves eat, while staring at the bowl, for fear of being finished by themselves. Ask him, "Do you know what is the most important thing for a ruler?" The answer is also inseparable from that mouthful: "The people are the most important.". You are like a litchi boat, and the people are honey soup. Soup can capsize a boat or carry a boat. …… It was a long time ago, but the echo of the young child seemed to be still in my ears. He looked at him and felt pity again. Chu Ang stopped and waited. "Have you finished reading?" "Mmm." Chu Zou nodded, but did not know what to say. Little Shunzi was not there, and the old eunuch bowed behind him, and the father and son walked quietly all the way. Chu Zou with Chu Ang's side, the empty Baohe Royal Highness cold wind blowing face, Chu Zou breath slightly difficult, handsome little face slightly pale. Chu Ang looked at it quietly, and then he thought of the child who had been sitting on the mat for more than three years. The sun was scorching and the rain was heavy. He did not know that he was actually sitting on the dragon seat in the main hall listening. It took a lot of hard work to turn a deaf ear to him. In the harem, the sword light and blood shadow, kill people without a blade, Chu Ang wants Chu Zou to understand his own widowhood, and look up to him alone, this step is bound to make him suffer enough. But that's how the gap is drawn. In the past, the relationship between father and son was also silent, but the quiet was full of heart and mutual understanding, unlike the emptiness at this moment. At that time, he had just ascended the throne, and it was still difficult to read the memorial to the throne, and sometimes he took pains to frown. Chu Zou, four years old, stood alone at his desk in silence, turning over the pages and stepping on his feet to watch him write. Chu Ang squinted at him, and he looked at him with his little cheeks, and he couldn't help but pull his lips and smile. There is no extra woman in the palace, only father and son accompany each other as close friends. There was a collapse of floor tiles in front of him,stainless steel tile edge trim, which was surrounded by a small circle of wooden railings by the eunuchs of Zhidian Jian. Chu Zou bypassed his father's side, and the young man's fingers touched Chu Ang's finger pulp. The bones were strong and beautiful, warm and dry. jecatrims.com