In this quiet and empty corridor, a low and hoarse answer came: "there were many hidden diseases in the early years of war. If you take good care of them, it would only be a year or two."
"I advise your highness to wait for these years. After all, being able to get the personal guidance of his majesty is a process that must be experienced as a future monarch."
Hearing the meaning of each other''s words, Zhao Defang answered seriously: "this is natural. Since my father''s intention is me, there is no need to do more superfluous actions."
"I''m still young. I''m not in a hurry. I also want to learn more and have a look."
"What I want to achieve is... What my father has never achieved. I want to know if the black land of Liao shown to me by Gu Dapan is really so fertile."
"I also want to know if Nanzhao Kingdom really has many strange products I haven''t seen."
"But I know better that these are based on the fact that China''s Song Dynasty has invincible soldiers in the world and invincible against any country."
"Therefore, I am willing to study and can afford to wait."
Hearing Zhao Defang''s words, the speaker who didn''t see him in the corridor seemed to put down his mind, relaxed a little, and sincerely congratulated: "I wish your highness everything you want, and hope your highness will make a prosperous country for me in the Song Dynasty!"
"Ha" on Zhao Defang''s young face was the belief that even if there were thorns in front, he would turn over. He just waved his sleeve, carried his hands on his back, and used a decisive sentence as the final response: "solitary!"
"I hope Wang Dapan can make an appraisal, and all people in this country can be the appraiser of this sentence!"
After that, Zhao Defang left the seemingly empty garden and ran to Yanhe palace, where he should go at this time.
When all this was calm, at the dark corner, Wang Jien, who was middle-aged but well maintained, came out from behind the column.
The eyes that have gone through vicissitudes of life are full of smiles.
"If nothing happens, you and my brothers in this palace can enjoy peace for decades."
"This investment, I really did the right thing."
With these words, Wang Jien turned his eyes to the distance of the palace wall, where there was the air symbolizing freedom and his missing for his brother: "I don''t know where Gu Zheng is now."
"For so many years, I have come and gone in a hurry."
"I won''t understand my old brother''s painstaking efforts. I don''t know how difficult it is to fight for all these wings in the palace."
"Oh, forget it." Wang ji''en took back a little yearning from the bottom of his heart, threw his eyes into the bottomless palace again, and said with a smile: "I am old and immortal, where can I tolerate a moment of weakness."
"Besides, I''ve long been used to the intrigues in this deep palace. If I leave, it''s really lonely, ha ha."
These chuckles are not melancholy, but a self mockery of contentment.
The curtain came down with the man''s turning over the hand and the rain.
The pages of xiaoqie book gradually fell down, and in the dark light, the curtain call calligraphy and painting belonging to the background wall flickered.
The painting of a big eunuch holding each other hostage outlined with a brush, coupled with the explanation of cursive script written in vertical edition, not to mention more style.
……
Gu Zheng
During the founding of the New Song Dynasty, he was the first Eunuch in the Imperial Academy.
Although he is an internal waiter, he has great talent.
The existing geographical textual research maps of the country of song, the territory Map of Xixia and Liao, and the distribution map of mineral resources in the central plains are all of great value in modern times.
He opened up a new path for eunuchs.
After Sima Qian, he walked out of a new direction for the way of internal service in the palace.
It is a sketch of characters with historical textual research value that has left a strong mark in history.
Many eunuchs with lofty aspirations inspired by Gu Zheng regard Gu Zheng''s experience as their creed for survival.
The waiter, who had to enter the palace because of his poor family when he was a child, did not put down his idea of serious life and fighting for his beloved country and family because of his physical lack.
On the contrary, he can concentrate on nothing and work hard for the goal he has found all his life.
This has become the beacon of countless eunuchs with the same background and experience, and has become the spiritual sustenance of latecomers.
Therefore, historians pointed out in their later character analysis that there was a certain basis for eunuchs, internal attendants and eunuchs of the later dynasties to worship Gu Zheng''s portrait as their ancestors.
They were like carpenters worshipping Luban and doctors worshipping Sun Simiao. In their 72 professions, they found another way to create a eunuch''s grandfather.
Let a eunuch become a person who has spread through the ages and influenced the whole Chinese history.
What makes him make a choice different from others, and what makes an unknown person create a great career that civil service groups with higher education can''t do?
All these are worthy of today''s people to seek answers, study and discover in the long river of history.
Isn''t this the charm of history?
……
The golden words gradually dispersed, and the beautified figure of Gu Zheng''s grandmaster, who was worshipped by countless eunuchs, also dispersed.
But his influence on the world has a long history.
Because at the end of the camera, a young man lying in the intensive care unit, trembling his eyelashes, slowly opened his eyes.
A haggard mother was immediately overjoyed to find her son in her hospital bed, which was different from the previous performance.
The excessive surprise made the mother forget to press the call bell at the head of the sick bed. Instead, she used her own shouting to vent her joy.
"Doctor! Come on! My son wakes up!"
With the bell pressed, a large group of people in white coats lined up to check as if they were looking at something rare.
This is a miracle.
A person who sleeps on the hospital bed and has all body characteristics like a vegetable. Only brain waves still exist. Now he wakes up without any external stimulation?
This must be well studied.
After waves of people left the noisy room, Fu Hongye, with a blank face, became full of complexity. He suddenly didn''t know what to say to his mother, who he hadn''t seen for more than ten years.
Is he back?
What time is it now?
Why is he lying in the current ward?
He can''t say many questions, but his parents will answer them for him.
Sure enough, after great joy, Fu Hongye''s mother also told him what happened after his soul was separated in modern times.
"My son, it''s so scary. As soon as I entered your room that day, I only saw you fall on the bed with your cell phone."
"The upper interface is still on. What''s the starting point of the novel network, female frequency Gong Douwen."
"I was in a panic and sent you to the hospital, but you haven''t been awake for more than ten days. It''s just a coma for no reason. I made a mutter."
"You know, your mother has also seen these TV dramas. Son, have you suffered from ecstasy or crossing?"
After seeing that he was all right, Fu Hongye looked like a gossip mother. Fu Hongye''s heart collapsed, and he would not say what he had experienced.
An old man has lived as a woman for more than ten years. It''s too hard to say.
Just studying the female body structure and the formation law of his great aunt made him busy.
Let this experience go with the wind.
Therefore, Fu Hongye, who felt at ease, lied. He went back to his mother without shame and said, "it should be chaos. I only know that I fainted when I was dark and woke up when I opened my eyes."
"By the way, mom, how long have I passed out? Are my physical functions still there?"
With that, the first place that Fu Hongye checked was between his legs.
It''s dangerous. It''s still there. It''s not like Gu Zheng, a little brother from another world. Ha ha.
While Fu Hongye was proud, Fu''s mother said a fact that made him feel coincidental: "seventeen days have passed since you fainted."
"You know, it''s good that you wake up early. The longer you stay in bed, even if you wake up, you can''t keep up with many functions of your body."
Hearing a crucial figure, Fu Hongye immediately confirmed it again: "seventeen days? Mom, do you remember correctly?"
The Fu mother on one side was afraid that her son didn''t believe him. She put the desk calendar on one side into Fu Hongye''s hand and said, "well, if you don''t believe it, see for yourself."
"You came back on the first day of the summer vacation. Now it''s no more, no less, just 17 days."
When Fu Hongye opened the desk calendar with this classical map painting as the background, he found that there were words on the desk calendar that he had never seen in July of the 13th year of Hongzhao.
So fu Hongye, who was full of doubt, carefully asked the old woman: "Mom, what does this Hongzhao 13 years mean?"
And his mother seemed to look at the eyes of an idiot, which deeply hurt his heart.
"Son, aren''t you well? Although our song country is the world''s leading power, it still adheres to the old tradition in terms of calendar. We should also print the country name and date of that year."
"Look, the one in your hand is the calendar with the map drawn by eunuch Gu Da more than a thousand years ago as the background."
"You can''t lose all your ancestors'' things in college because of the influence of those foreign barbarians and foreign girls?"
"I tell you, it''s forbidden to go to places in North America where birds don''t shit. What exploration and development can you do for me?"
"Be careful, I see. Break your leg."
Listen to mom, Fu Hongye knows every word, but when combined, he doesn''t know anything.
He opened his Xiaomi 5 in a daze, struggling to input one question after another.
In a moment, his saliva, together with his eyes, was about to fall out.