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Chapter 127 The tree falls and scatters

This year's first snowfall was heavier than previous years.

The snow in Liangzhu is not like Ruozhi, the cold wind sweeps across, and the wind and snow are rolling.

The snow here is falling so quietly, there is no strong wind, only large tracts of snowflakes are floating down leisurely.

Before turning on the lights at night it was still a thin layer, but when I opened the window the next day it was already covered in silver.

The pavilions and pavilions covered with heavy snow look unusually quiet.

The stacked corrugations are covered in white, and long and short transparent icicles condense under the corrugations, hanging down along the eaves of the tiles, shining with crystal light.

Mrs. Han stood in the corridor for a long time, and the big cloak she wore outside was almost turning white.

The breeze on the snowy night blew her hair, adding silver to her already white hair.

The girl beside her gently patted the snow off her cloak and said, "Madam, it will get colder in the second half of the night. Let's go back to the house quickly."

Mrs. Han didn't seem to hear, and still stood there dumbly.

Today's Han family is like a pavilion under heavy snow, being invisibly suppressed and unable to breathe.

The second and third bedrooms saw the eldest brother losing power, and they heard someone's instigation from time to time to make a fuss about splitting up the family.

If the family cannot be divided, the Han family's ancestral home must be divided.

Although Han Cheng's younger brother Han Che is young, he has a noble status.

As the legitimate son of the eldest son, it is natural for him to inherit the Han family.

The eldest brother recognizes the new head of the Han family, but the second and third parties do not.

He is no taller than a bench, and he can't tell clearly which of the second- and third-bedroom men is worse than him.

The cousin of Han Cheng, the second roommate, had followed General Han in the army for many years. Although he did not have great military achievements, at least he was brave in killing the enemy and never timid in front of the two armies.

Han Qing, who was born in the third house, won two rankings in a row. Although he is temporarily lecturing in Chongwen Hall, with such talent, he will definitely be crowned king and prime minister in the future.

The side branches are powerful, who can truly surrender to the young boy in the eldest house?

Even the second and third bedrooms don't like each other, and everyone feels that he should be the head of the family.

There are constant disputes among the houses of the Han family. Internal strife has not been settled, but foreign troubles have arisen again.

"Your Majesty, I and others are jointly submitting this report, requesting your Majesty to thoroughly investigate the three major crimes of the Han family."

"The first crime is to use his position to form parties for personal gain, collect money, and attack political opponents."

"The second crime is blocking the way of speech and rejecting dissidents; the third crime is nepotism and appointing relatives to officials."

On the second day of the heavy snowfall in Liangzhu, all the aristocratic families jointly submitted a letter asking for a strict investigation of the Han family and purge the court.

When the news came back to Han Mansion, Mrs. Han was sitting around the stove making tea.

In the past, she was not good at playing with these elegant gadgets, but now she has the patience to sit down.

The curled tea leaves are placed in the bubbling glass cup. After a few tumbling movements, the wrinkled leaves become unstretched.

The water in the glass cup also revealed a faint green color.

When her mother's brother walked in the door, two cups of jade-leaf tea had just been brewed.

Mrs. Han glanced at her brother and calmly asked him to sit down and taste her new tea.

The Han brother was not as calm as her, so he grabbed the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Brother, this is not how you drink this tea. You have to take your time to taste it."

Brother Han doesn't care about this, he thinks his sister is crazy.

The Han family is now on the cusp of a storm. How can his sister still have the leisure to make tea here?

"Little sister, do you know what happened this morning?"

Mrs. Han raised her orchid finger and took a sip of tea.

It's bright in color and slightly sweet in the mouth. It's a good tea, and it's not a waste of her money.

She knew what her brother was talking about, and the news about the court had already reached her ears faster than her brother.

But what can be done then?

What can my brother do?

"Brother is here in a hurry, but do you have any clever plans?"

"No", the Han brother felt extremely aggrieved.

Many of the people in the court today are old friends of General Han in the past.

A bunch of ungrateful things.

Let’s just say that the one taking the lead today, Qing Taichang Temple, is a disciple of General Han.

It's really unheard of for someone to switch sides so quickly.

"Little sister, the only plan now is to let His Majesty show some pity to you orphans and widowed mothers, and let him care about the affection of the Han family's Anshan horse queen."

The brother of the Han family wanted his sister to go to the palace to cry and tell her how difficult it was for her to be alone after General Han left.

Even if the emperor didn't care about General Han's feelings, wouldn't Han Cheng still be in the palace?

Han Cheng is Mrs. Han's only daughter, and she is considered favored by His Majesty.

Your Majesty must always consider her kindness.

It's hard to say about other things, but Han Che's attack on Jue will definitely work.

Mrs. Han shook her head and looked at her brother in front of her.

Her mother's family was engaged in business and was not a family of eunuchs. It was a family of scholars, farmers, industry and merchants. Her mother's family's class was the lowest in Dachu.

My father has always wanted to let his children become officials, but none of his elder brothers and younger brothers have the material to study.

Until she married into the Han Mansion, with the help of the Han Mansion, she arranged for her brother to be sent to the military camp.

Later, several male members of the family were brought to the court one after another, and her mother's family finally got rid of its original class.

Her eldest brother is simple and honest, and does not understand the twists and turns in this temple.

If the emperor wanted to protect the Han family, he would never let the Han family reach this point.

Whether it's internal strife in the Han family or impeachment in the court.

These are what the emperor wants to see.

The Han family has been a chess piece for too long.

It has been so long that it has changed from a chess piece to an abandoned piece.

As early as before Da Chu unified the Central Plains, the Han family followed Mo Du.

At that time, the situation was very chaotic, and the important ministers in the DPRK were not yet members of the Han family.

In order to check and balance the general who was seriously ill at the time, Mo Du continued to promote the Han family.

The Han family has indeed expanded rapidly in recent years.

Gained rights, status, and money that I didn't have before.

But all of this is a gift from the emperor. Now that the emperor wants to take it back, who can stop him?

The Han family's luck has come to an end.

For Han Che and the Han family, Xijue was not a protective shield, but a life-saving talisman.

"Brother, you are right, I should go to the palace."

Brother Han was overjoyed and said, "I knew you weren't confused yet. Come to the palace as soon as possible. These troubles should end as soon as possible."

The snow on the streets of Liangzhu has already melted.

The melted snow mixed with the dust on the ground, losing its whiteness and flawlessness.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and people try to go out as little as possible in such weather.

Not only was it difficult to walk through the mud, but my shoes and socks would not dry for a while once they were wet.

Roasting over fire is a waste of firewood, leaving it in the sun to dry and delaying wearing it.Mrs. Han was dressed neatly and got into the carriage with the help of the girl.

As soon as the carriage left Han Mansion, it went straight to the palace.

Along the way, the carriage rode on a road that was half snow and half water, and the rustling sounds could be heard clearly while sitting in the carriage.

After arriving at Xizhimen, the Han family's carriage could no longer enter.

In the past, when entering the palace, there would be another palace carriage waiting outside Xizhimen.

Now, she came to beg the emperor, so she had to go by herself to show her sincerity.

As soon as she stepped off the carriage, snow water had already poured into Mrs. Han's brocade socks.

The ground was wet and slippery. Looking back, she thought that she had never walked such a road before.

When I was about to get married, my natal family's social status was lower, but they had money.

There were a lot of maids following him, and he usually wouldn't go out of the backyard, let alone go out.

After marrying into the Han Mansion, she also took care of the affairs of the inner house.

The wooden floor in the inner house had to be wiped several times a day by the servants in the backyard so that her clothes would not get dirty.

She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly to keep it away from the snowy water.

When she wants to meet the Holy Spirit, if her shoes get wet, she can cover them with her skirt. It would be disrespectful for His Majesty to see her wet skirt.

She walked for a long time before arriving at Modu's Qinzheng Palace.

"The sinful woman begs His Majesty for forgiveness."

It had only been two hours since the previous report had been handed over, and no matter how powerful a person was, it would be impossible for him to find out the reason so quickly.

It seems inappropriate for Mrs. Han to call herself a sinful woman at this moment.

What does it matter?
If the king wants his minister to die, he has no choice but to die, let alone for a mere crime.

Mo Du didn't even raise his eyes from the memorial, "It's Mrs. Han, get up quickly, I will give you justice."

No one came to help Mrs. Han, and she never got up, just kneeling like this.

It took a long time for her to speak, as if all her strength had been drained away.

"Your Majesty, my general followed you when you were still in the grassland. When there was civil strife in the North, you were caught in a struggle for the throne. It was General Han who helped you. Otherwise, you would have... How many years have you been here now? Too many to count." Mrs. Han sobbed softly and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"After all these years, Cheng'er and Che'er are the only two children left behind. Before Che'er grew up, my husband..."

"Your Majesty, I don't ask for anything from you. My husband has indeed done some inappropriate things in the court over the years, but those things have never exceeded the duty of a minister. I don't ask for anything. I just ask that your Majesty can let me take care of you." With Che'er leaving Liangzhu, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and I will never return to the capital in my life."

Modu looked down at Mrs. Han, he had met her a long time ago.

That was after the battle between Chu and Yan, when the Yan people were defeated and Modu rode into the Central Plains for the first time.

After the war came to an end in successive years, Mo Du held a grand celebration banquet in the palace.

At that time, General Han was still brave, and Mrs. Han was still young.

Fast forward many years, goodbye has become what it is today.

Mo Du still relented.

The Liangzhu clan was too powerful, so he wanted to take this opportunity to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys.

"That's all, just do as you wish."

In the small house in the alley, Wen Yuanzhi was leaning on the table and looking at the letters written in his hands.

Gou Yue leaned against the eaves of the door and listened quietly to the sound of melting snow falling on the porch.

From time to time, a few burning sparks popped out of the carbon basin at her feet.

Everything seemed quiet and harmonious, as if returning to the years when Gou Yue followed Wen Yuanzhi.

She would sneak a few glances at him, and he would know where her eyes were falling without raising her head.

A paper dumpling was thrown over and hit Gou Yue on the forehead, "If you don't look at it, your sweet potato will be mushy."

Wen Yuanzhi herself couldn't believe that the paper balls thrown casually had such a high hit rate. She could even catch flying knives with her bare hands.

Gou Yue came to her senses and fiddled with the sweet potatoes in the brazier with the tongs. Some of them were already burnt.

But she was unforgiving, "When it comes to your roundabout things, I'm not good at it, but when it comes to roasted sweet potatoes, you're just bad."

The sweet potatoes make a little sizzling sound in the charcoal pot, and they look like they are almost ripe.

Gou Yue stood up and patted the back of her body habitually, even though it was clean and without any dust.

"You wait, I'm going to buy roasted pork. If you go faster, you can catch the sweet potatoes being roasted."

"What kind of food are you eating, grilled pork with sweet potatoes?" Wen Yuanzhi looked up at Gou Yue who was putting on her shoes and socks, and his soft eyes fell on Gou Yue.

Gou Yue didn't look back and put on her shoes and socks neatly, "If you don't understand, you'll know after you try it."

Gou Yue put on her shoes and socks and ran away. After returning to the house, Jin Ge, who was wearing a coat, still didn't catch up.

She stood at the door and shouted to Gou Yue, "Girl, you will get frozen if you go out dressed like this."

Gou Yue felt that she couldn't even bend her arms when she put on the jacket, and she didn't feel comfortable at all, so she wouldn't go back to put it on.

The heavy snow has almost melted, and there is still a little bit stubbornly hanging on the eaves.

Snow water flowed down the eaves and formed a small puddle on the street.

Gou Yue carefully walked around the puddles on the road to avoid getting her shoes and socks wet.

If she went back and wet her shoes and socks and let Jin Ge see it, she would definitely be unhappy.

The place selling roasted pork is not far from the small house. You can reach it by walking a few steps to the left after exiting the alley.

Handing over a few coins, Gou Yue stood aside and watched the boss put the fresh pork on the charcoal fire.

The boss was a stout middle-aged man who was doing well in business and kept chattering away. He kept chatting with the guests at another table.

"No matter what princes, generals, ministers or upstarts you ask me to say, none of them can live as comfortably as you, Boss Wang."

"You can open this small business if you want to, or close it for a few days if you don't want to. It will make us old diners hungry and have nowhere to go to you."

The boss smacked his lips, "That seems to be the case. Did you hear that General Han's wife and youngest son left Beijing today?"

"Don't hear it, I saw it with my own eyes. The genius was Meng Mengliang, and Mrs. Han's wife left the city gate in a broken carriage."

The diners seemed a little regretful, "I wonder who could compare to the Han family in Liangzhu back then. General Han was the king of the imperial court, and his daughter was the empress."

When Gou Yue came back with the hot roasted pork, Wen Yuanzhi had already put all the roasted sweet potatoes on the plate.

He placed two futons on both sides of the table and asked Gou Yue to come and sit down, "Gou Yue, you must be freezing, come over and warm yourself up by the fire."

Gou Yue put down the roasted pork and inserted bamboo skewers on each piece.

Wen Yuanzhi picked up a piece and handed it to Gou Yue's hand. He also took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

He tasted a piece and said, "I have to go to the palace later and may not come back for lunch."

"Is it about the Han family?"

"Yes and no."

"How did you know?" Wen Yuan later realized that Gou Yue shouldn't know about this.

After eating a piece of roasted pork, Gou Yue pointed to the table, "It's not a secret anymore, even the owner of the roasted pork restaurant is talking about it."

"Are all the charges against General Han true?"

Wen Yuanzhi said nothing.

It took him a while before he spoke, "Do you remember what I told you about Mr. Liang?"

This time it was Gou Yue's turn to remain silent. She thought carefully about the difference between today's Han family and the good family where the eldest brother killed the younger brother.

A drop of snow dripping from the eaves happened to sit on the four-season plum tree by the window.

Wen Yuanzhi didn't know whether he said to himself or Gou Yue, "New peaches replace old talismans, and there will be a new group of people in the court."

(End of this chapter)