Four extra chapters
The first day of the third lunar month, Qingming Festival.
It rained early in the morning, drizzling with spring breeze.
Like silk and fog.
The trees, houses, and even people in the distance are empty.
Zhang Juling calmly finished his breakfast and took a carriage to work in the yamen.
As the prime minister of the first day, he had almost no time to rest.
There are endless things to do every day.
Fortunately, he didn't know what fatigue is.
On the way, Shuming thought about it and then, but still couldn't help but speak: "Master, are we going to visit the young lady's grave today?"
The master said nothing, and he always asked and prepared things.
He is a servant who serves Zhang Juling in person. He usually sits in a control position with the groom, and occasionally takes the responsibility of driving on behalf of the groom.
Zhang Juling paused for a while, and his voice faintly said: "...Let's talk about it."
My wife has been away for ten years and has refused to fall asleep once.
...Are you still hating him?
Shu Ming said "um" but didn't believe it.
In what year did the master not visit the young lady’s grave?
But he was not sincere again... He should prepare in advance and don't use it again temporarily, and he is worried.
The day passes quickly.
Zhang Juling went to Qianqing Palace to meet the emperor in the morning and discussed the problem of the Yellow River floods over the years.
In the afternoon, I went to Jianjidian to review the memorial.
Shuming looked at it almost Shen Shi, and while delivering tea to Zhang Juling, he reminded: "Master, it's still raining outside, and it's darker sooner... We have to go home early today.
Otherwise, the road will be difficult to walk.”
Zhang Juling paused with the right hand of the brush, and then he was dizzy when he started writing.
He turned around to look at Shuming: "Go to prepare something like sacrificial."
Shu Ming smiled and said, "I have been prepared by someone, I'm afraid that you will need it temporarily, my master."
How about it?
His guess was indeed accurate.
Zhang Juling didn't say anything, but put down his brush, left the study room, and walked out of the door.
Shuming followed closely and opened an umbrella for Zhang Juling.
When the master and servant walked to the Meridian Gate, he met Gu Nuan. He had just come out of the Ministry of Works, wearing a screech peacock patch and a five-liang crown.
He is already the third-rank official of the Ministry of Works.
After Gu Lin retired from the Ministry of Justice, Gu Nuan was smart and down-to-earth, and was supported by the Yue family all the way, so it was the most promising one of the Gu family.
Gu Nuan bowed his hand and bowed: "Shoufu Zhang."
Although the Gu family and the Zhang family are relatives, the younger sister died and did not leave any children... This kind of relative relationship has long been indifferent.
Power can change people's hearts, but what else cannot be changed?
"You're this?"
Zhang Juling stopped.
“The Ministry of Works has nothing to do.
So, I want to go back and accompany my mother to visit my father’s grave..."
Zhang Juling said "um" and stopped asking anything, and raised his foot to get on the carriage.
Gu Nuan watched Zhang Juling's carriage go away and turned back to his carriage.
Shurong followed him, "The face of the Chief Supervisor still looks very young, but his sideburns are snow-white... It's really strange.
The slave has never seen such a scene.”
Shurong is Gu Nuan’s personal servant.
"Do what others do."
Gu Nuan said coldly: "You can also talk about Shoufu Zhang behind your back."
Zhang Juling has made drastic efforts to implement the new method in recent years. His methods are so clever and ruthless that he has never heard of.
Although it has greatly changed some of the vulgar customs inside and outside the court, there are countless people who offended them.
No matter who it is, as long as you dare to block the path of reform, all gods will block the gods and Buddhas will block the Buddhas...
When my sister was still alive, she never saw him as inhumane.
It's like my sister dies... nothing matters.
The rain has been falling, neither too much nor too little.
As soon as he arrived in the suburbs of Beijing, Zhang Juling got off the carriage.
Walk to your wife's tombstone.
The Zhang family’s ancestral tomb was moved here only after Zhang Heng died. It was built several times and was poured with marl.
The big gatehouse is very grand.
Zhang Juling looked at his wife's tombstone for a while and used his sleeves to wipe the rain marks.
Shuming wanted to go forward to hold an umbrella, but he waved his hand to stop him.
"Han'er, I'm here to see you again..."
Zhang Juling squatted down, put the fruit and pastries on it, and poured two more cups of wine.
"Are you doing well there...?"
Zhang Juling picked up a cup of wine and touched another cup: "I give you money every day, have you received it?"
Every midnight he would personally burn the ingots for Gu Han.
The wife's name was clearly written on it, and he firmly believed that only in this way could the money given to his wife not be stolen by others.
"What's fun in the underworld? It's delicious. Just go and buy it. Don't be afraid of spending money..." Zhang Juling finished drinking the wine in the bowl and poured another one: "Will anyone bully you?"
After a while, he seemed to remember something and said, "I remember last year, during Qingming Festival, I burned a lot of paper guards for you... If someone bullies you, just hit you.
No one is afraid of them.”
Shu Ming felt sad and secretly turned his face away.
As soon as the young lady died, the master's life would be like no one, no ghosts... Although the young lady was not doing well in the past, the master was full of energy every day.
Now, there is only indifference and coldness left.
"...If they can't beat it..." Zhang Juling paused: "You just use a brush to record your names one by one, wait for me to pass by, and clean them up."
The wine jar soon became empty, and Zhang Juling stood up and was about to leave: "Han'er, I'll go back first.
I'll see you again..." He took a few steps and said, "If you miss me, come over and have a chance in my dream.
Let me see you too.
After so many years, I always think about it.”
After Zhang Juling finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Gu Han's tombstone before leaving.
He had just walked a few steps when a locust tree next to the tombstone and the newly-opened green branches and leaves fell, just in the bowl in front of Gu Han's tombstone.
The wine had a few ripples.
Very light, very light.
It didn't attract anyone's attention.
At night, Zhang Juling went to the study room to comment on the urgent memorial notes before returning to Qiulan Pavilion.
The tin foil and scissors are ready.
He skillfully picked up one piece, and folded it into a golden ingot in a few strokes...
It's late at night.
But the rain stopped quietly.
Shuming was guarding outside the door. When the fire in the inner room lit up, he knew what was going on.
Put your hands together and pray sincerely: "Mrs. Young Madam, you are watching in heaven, let's show your spirit... The master's life is really hard.
Just give me some hope."
After everything was done, Zhang Juling removed the brazier and went to the clean room to take a shower and change his clothes.
His habits have changed a lot now, and the colors used on the bed are brighter.
Most of them are flower-style patterns.
They are all my wife’s preferences during her lifetime.
Zhang Juling put two pillows on the bed, and he slept outside, treating his wife as still there.
He didn't know if he could meet her tonight, maybe it was the same as before... He held too much hope, but in the end he was disappointed.
The lights in the interior room went out and the surroundings became dark.
Zhang Juling closed his eyes, thought about it for a while, but fell asleep.
The flowers bloom in the dream, and it is also spring.
Gu Han was holding a baby in his arms, and the beauty sitting in the corner veranda leaned over to bask in the sun.
Next to him was a little boy of a few years old, carrying poems aloud.
Zhang Juling's first reaction was to be confused, and then he got angry - wasn't Gu Han dead?
What's going on now?
Have you married someone else again?
Then I felt something was wrong. He was so familiar with the scenes around him. It was the courtyard of Qiulan Pavilion...
After finishing the caring, the little boy looked up and talked to Gu Han’s mother: “Mother, am I proficient in caring?”
Gu Han reached out to rub his hair: "It's great... When your father asks you later, that's fine.
take it easy."
The little boy smiled.
But Zhang Juling saw his face clearly. It was a very similar appearance to him... He was frightened and felt strange.
Gu Han... had never given birth to a man or a woman for him.
At this time, Gu Han went to tease the baby in his arms: "Sister Qi, do you miss your father?"
The little boy smiled: "Mother, Sister Qi is still too young...she knows what missing is?"
As soon as his voice came to his feet, a male voice came over: "Who said she didn't know?
Sister Qi is smart, but she is much better than you.”
The little boy changed his face and turned his head and saluted: "Hello, Father."
Zhang Juling was even more shocked because he saw a person who looked exactly like him, or he himself.
He is a younger self.
Before he could think about it, he suddenly felt a powerful suction force.
Then he entered the body of another Zhang Juling.
Seeing that Zhang Juling was reluctant to let Brother Man get up, Gu Han quietly pushed his son and whispered: "Get up and talk."
Zhang Haochen was afraid of his father's majesty, but he kept bowing his head and felt uncomfortable, so he obeyed his mother's words.
"Husband?"
Zhang Juling stood there motionless, his face stiff.
Gu Han was a little scared and hugged the girl to his side: "What's wrong with you?"
His wife reached out and Zhang Juling grabbed it with a hand. His hands were so strong that Gu Han couldn't help but "hiss" and said, "You hurt me..."
“…Gu Han?”
Zhang Juling's eyes slowly turned scarlet: "You're well?"
My wife's hands are warm, and there is a shadow under the sunlight. She is definitely not a legendary ghost!
Gu Han looked at him strangely, "It's me, what happened?"
She struggled to pull her hands back and touched Zhang Juling's forehead: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Father?"
Zhang Haochen also found it strange and looked up at Zhang Juling.
Gu Han hugged Jie Er with one hand, probably because she felt uncomfortable in her arms. She burst into tears.
Zhang Juling looked down at him in a daze.
Gu Han coaxed him for a while, but it didn't work... Zhang Juling stretched out his hand and said, "Let me try it."
"good."
Gu Han handed the girl to him and sighed: "Don't you know what's going on?"
I always cry a few times a day..."
It's strange that when Zhang Juling came into contact with Sister Qi, she immediately stopped crying and looked up at him, "Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya
Jie Jie'er's eyes were very much like her wife, as round and big as her wife.
Zhang Juling's heart softened in an instant, it was the feeling of being a father.
He heard Gu Han say again: "This child, I am a mother, I have to take care of you every day... She is more close to you.
As the saying goes, my daughters are more timid than my father.”
"…Thank you for your hard work."
Zhang Juling looked straight at his wife without blinking.
He didn't know what was going on, but it was certain that Gu Han not only did not die in this world, but also loved him and had two children.
"What are you saying?"
Gu Han held her husband's arm intimately: "We are husband and wife... these are all my willingness."
Zhang Juling turned his head and kissed his wife's forehead without saying anything.
"Master, it's time to go to court."
The trees were watching the night under the corridor. When the hour of Mao was around, they entered the house and called Zhang Juling.
Zhang Juling woke up with a chill. After he calmed down for a while, he realized that he had a dream.
But it doesn't look like a dream.
Too real, wife, child...
He murmured to himself: "This is definitely not a dream."
If it wasn't a dream, what was it?
Is it another world?
In that world, he lived a happy life and had a happy family.
This is incredible, but Zhang Juling intuitively exists.
He suddenly laughed, and his eyes turned red again.
How great!
very nice.
Zhang Juling originally wanted to ask about her son's studies, but for some reason he held the girl and sat on the beauty couch basking in the sun with his wife.
The son was teasing the girl.
He rarely has such leisurely moments, and he just thinks it's pretty good.
Chapter completed!