Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 271 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

Muxuan came out from Ming Yuxuan all the way, bypassed the corridor and came out from the side door, and came to the stables of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She led a shiny white horse and galloped towards the Taiping Hou Mansion.

Hope it's all in time.

Jiahe 11th year, February [-]th.

Fu Mingwei returned to the Marquis of Taiping Mansion exhausted, and he came all the way to Renhe Zhai.

In a few days it will be his crowning day, Fu Mingwei looked at the flickering candles in the small Buddha Hall of Renhe Zhai, his eyes dimmed.

The golden Buddha statue in the small Buddhist hall showed a kind light in the dim candlelight. The doors and windows in the Buddhist hall were tightly closed, and the sandalwood in the incense burner scattered circles of smoke.

Fu Mingwei felt a little drowsy in the sandalwood that filled the room. He pressed his temples, feeling a little uneasy.

The futon on the ground faintly showed sunken marks, which were traces of being used many times. It seemed that someone often knelt here to pray for blessings. Fu Mingwei knelt on the futon with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

His fingers were too pale, with protruding phalanges, like jagged rocks, steep and cold.

The Buddha statue is solemn and solemn, and it becomes more and more ethereal under the smog, as if there are waves of Sanskrit sounds.

He seemed to hear the familiar sound of the beads rolling again, as if someone was slowly twisting a string of beads in his hand.

This voice was so familiar to him that it made his nose sour, and it brought back memories deep in his heart.

Mrs. Taiping Hou believes in Buddhism and Taoism, holding beads all year round, and sitting quietly in the Buddhist hall every day.

Fu Ming was very mischievous when he was young. One day he found the small Buddhist hall in Renhe Zhai, hid behind the door and watched his grandmother kneeling peacefully in front of the Buddha statue, muttering words.

The little boy carved with pink and jade rolled his eyes, ran to the dignified and serious old lady and knelt and sat down decently. He raised his eyes from time to time to take a look, but found that the old lady kept a solemn face, as if she couldn't see him. .

The child became mischievous for a moment, and said crisply: "Grandma, why do you come here every day? Kneeling is so tiring."

The old lady's face was covered with wrinkles, she slowly raised her eyelids to look at him, and said with a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Gods and Buddhas above, what a child has said unintentionally, my Buddha is merciful, I think I won't care about children." She bowed deeply, turned around and said to the child: "Go out, don't be mischievous in the future."

The little boy stuck out his tongue, knowing that his grandmother would not be angry, and he didn't take the other party's advice to heart. He just happily pulled his grandmother's sleeves, and one big and one small walked into the night with lights.

"Cough..." Fu Ming opened his eyes slightly, coughing out of his throat, with a heart-piercing sound.

The past is vivid, but it hurts the scene.

Fu Mingwei took the imperial edict that came out this morning and put it in the middle of the incense case. The result of the selection test came out, and he was about to join the Imperial Academy as an editor.

This was good news for him, the Holy Majesty specially stayed with him in the hall for a while, and he spoke highly of it.

The emperor, who was over forty years old, wore a graceful and luxurious dragon robe, and affectionately called him "nephew", recalling the old friendship with his father, and regretting the fall of a generation of heroes.

Fu Xian has been secretly investigating the cause of his father's death in that battle. On that day, his father suddenly received news that there was a surprise attack by a group of Turkic soldiers who led a thousand cavalry to stop the Turkic conspiracy, but they were surrounded by all sides. Father That's how he died.

After death, there are still people who judge a flimsy recklessness.

The emperor's condolences, the deputy general's appearance in the capital, the rumors of "love Ming like a son"...

He has made great achievements, Taipinghou has been dead for many years, and the emperor's suspicion remains undiminished.

This also shows the influence of the Fu family in the military camp. The Fu family army disintegrated and divided into various military camps three years ago. Many veterans left, but its lingering prestige is still there. The emperor deliberately kept him as a kind of beating, hoping he would understand current affairs.

Fu Mingwei couldn't help smiling wryly, the Taiping Marquis Mansion is an old beast whose minions have been pulled out, it really is an emperor, this old beast is already declining day by day, and the emperor wants to speed up the process of its decline.

The more the emperor showed him the gentleness and kindness of his elders, the more he had to show a side of sincerity and fear. Fu Mingwei knew that the emperor looked at him as if he was weighing a decision, which was related to the future rise and fall of the Taiping Hou Mansion.

So Fu Mingwei was cautious in everything, humble and knowledgeable at the honor banquet, carefully considering every word, not daring to make mistakes.

The emperor personally sent him outside the palace, still calling out "Nephew", just like an old friend of the elders in the clan, with deep affection and righteousness.

Fu Mingwei understood that he had won the favor of the supreme king, and when he left the Wenhua Palace, the little yellow gate, which was cold when he first entered, had a flattering smile on his face, and led him step by step.

He will be the new Marquis of Taiping. Joining the Imperial Academy is the first step in his official career, and his fortune in the future is immeasurable. As long as he diligently does what he should do, and makes good use of his talents and knowledge, he may not be able to let the Marquis. Return to past glory.

As long as he tries his best to be a smart person, not to contact the army, and to be a civil servant honestly, after the death of this majesty, and the new emperor ascends the throne, he may be able to wear a luxurious purple official robe, a high official position, and shade his descendants.

He pretended not to notice the deep meaning behind the emperor's occasional scrutiny and admiration.

After leaving the Wenhua Palace, the cloth on Fu Mingwei's back was wet with sweat, and he realized how frightened he was.

When Fu Ming left slightly, he took one last look at the majestic and towering palace, and felt that in the twilight, the palace buildings seemed to hide dark beasts, which made people feel creepy.

Fu Mingwei came back in a carriage all the way. He thought a lot on the way, thinking about the cause of his father's death. There were only a few words in the urgent report from the border that explained that Fu Mingyi, the Taiping Marquis, died in battle and there was no body left.

The soldiers returned to the capital with his tomb.

Fu Mingwei suddenly realized that he had neglected many details because of his grief. The news of his father's death caused his grandmother's old illness, and within a year, his grandmother followed her. Although there was still an heir to the Taiping Marquis Mansion, it was already in jeopardy.

Three years ago, he kept in mind the teachings and wanted to get fame to save the decline of the Hou Mansion. He took care of the remaining property in the family and went to his mother every day to pay his respects, not wanting to make her feel that there was no one to rely on.

Fu Mingwei thought he was strong enough, but at the end of the day, he found that the fragility shown by his mother was actually fake. He was on the verge of collapse, and what supported him was perhaps a kind of chaotic belief.

This belief is somewhat weak, and is often eroded by feelings of disgust.

As long as he is free, he can't help but cycle the things that make him miserable over and over again.

It turned out that he was the only one who was immersed in the past, and his mother already had her own plan, which did not include him, and her mother even did a big rebellious thing without telling everyone.

What edicts, what revitalization of the Marquis Mansion, what official career, all fell into the mud, nothing can be more humble.

Fu Mingwei's belief was shattered. The goal he had been insisting on all along, the goal of moving forward, and the planned future became a joke.

Nothing could be more ironic or sad than seeing his pained and adored mother feel relieved.

Fu Xian didn't go to Lixue Hall to pay his respects these few days, he was thinking about a question.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

He knew the current affairs and bowed his head, the world is so big that there is no place for him to stay.

Then it's better not to be so witty and rebellious. It's best to let those who play chess to taste the taste of failure.

　long memory, aba aba

　　
　
(End of this chapter)