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.
To be continued...