Neighbors with powerful ministers

What to do after getting rich suddenly?

Well, at least for Xie Jie, how to live life, or how to live.At most, it is from spending the royal family's money to spending their own money.But judging from the current situation, no matter how much money he has, he can't spend it. On the contrary, there are people coming to give him money, money other than rent.

This kind of event where everyone is competing to send money to Xie Jie has a more polite and elegant way of saying it - visiting a doctor.

No matter if it's genuine concern or fake kindness, after getting the first-hand information of "Xie Shizi finally woke up", those who have a little relationship with the princess mansion will more or less come to chat and express their feelings .

It's not necessarily that I really want to ask Xie Jie or the bosses standing behind Xie Jie, but I'm afraid that I will fall behind.

Chinese culture has been a society of personal affection since ancient times. It is not afraid that you have not done anything, but that you have not done anything, but others have done it.That's why everyone has to scramble to give Xie Shizi, not seeking to please, but not being obtrusive.

Xie Jie didn't have any idea about it, and he didn't need him to meet the guests anyway.

Among the many visiting guests, the only one Xie Jie needs to meet in person is his uncle, Emperor Shenzong Wen Pozi.

Yes, Shenzong's surname is Wen, and his first name is Penzi. Don't ask him why he was called such an unlucky name. He himself would like to talk to his grandfather about why he was given such a bad name back then.

Classmate Pen Zi came here on the night after Xie Jie woke up, dressed in moonlight and starlight, sneaking in like a thief.He wanted to come with great fanfare, but unfortunately he was stopped by a group of ministers during the day, as if he was afraid that Shenzong would be stabbed to death as soon as he left the palace.

Now it's an eventful time, Shenzong has no room to play an emperor's prestige for his nephew, so in the end he can only compromise, surrender during the day and sneak away at night.

It's hard for Shenzong to say that, as a fat man who weighs nearly two hundred catties, he has to avoid not only the layers of guards in the snail-like palace, but also the officials' houses in the high gates on both sides of the imperial street. It is really not easy for the eyes and ears.

"Your uncle and I are as light as a swallow." Shenzong seriously lacked a correct self-cognition of himself.

"Yes, yes, and she's very healthy." Xie Jie's ability to tell lies with open eyes is not inferior to his uncle, and he really feels this way.

Shenzong wore a simple red round skirt, high boots, and a wide jade belt around his waist. The whole body was white, plump, ruddy and shiny, just like the Maitreya Buddha in the temple who smiled regardless of whether all living beings were suffering or not.What Shenzong hated the most in his life was exercise. He could change from a grinning, fat-hearted person to a fierce and fleshy face in a second. Before he became emperor, no one dared to say anything about weight loss in front of him.The result of the vicious cycle is that he has turned a piece of good looks potential that should have been a generation of male gods into a steamed bun.

Shenzong really walked with a cup of tea and panted for two hours. No matter how cold the night in late autumn was, it couldn't stop him from panting profusely with sweat.

Heck, heck, Shenzong wiped his sweat while comforting his nephew who could only lie on the bed: "Don't worry, you will get better soon."

"I'm also planning to go back to my hometown to worship the ancestors with you this year." Xie Jie was also very optimistic.

"Yes, yes, this year, my father and I will pass Zhongyuan."

Hungry Ghost Festival, also known as Yulan Basin Festival.But this is not a festival of eulogizing plants or some kind of food, but a folk festival known as ghost festival.It is an important festival of worshiping ancestors as important as Qingming Festival and Chongyang Festival.

Since saving Emperor Wen, Xie Jie has stayed in Jiangzuo. The official statement is to recuperate from illness, but the real reason cannot be said.In short, Xie Jie has been cultivating in Jiangzuo for almost three years, and by the way, he consciously took on the task of going back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Xie Jie is always very active in doing this kind of thing, because he is keen on all banquets and gatherings.This is the same as some people like calligraphy and painting, and some people like boxing kung fu. He likes to make his life more fulfilling.

Waking up before the Ghost Festival, Xie Jie felt that this was God's will. Even God, a close relative, reminded him not to forget the important task of worshiping ancestors.

Not to mention that Xie Jie's father was also buried in Jiangzuo.

I don't know where the self-confidence of the uncle and nephew came from, or their superficial medical knowledge. They think that as long as Xie Jie is a widow and raises them for a few days, he can become a good man again.

But the fact is that after two or three months in a coma on the bed, I want to walk like flying as soon as I open my eyes, which can basically only exist in imagination or story books.It was already a medical miracle that Xie Jie could tilt his head and be supported to sit up as soon as he woke up.But miracles don't always happen to a person, as long as it is a flesh and blood body raised by a mother, it will definitely need to recover slowly.

Zhai Lao and Dr. An had no choice but to speak out, breaking the unrealistic imagination of the two uncles and nephews.If you don't stop them, the two will soon quarrel over whether they want to eat a pure hometown meal when they go back to their hometown.

Well, they are noisy with real feelings, but the relationship between them is also good with real feelings.

Shenzong felt that he treated Xie Jie like a stubborn old man who always had no choice but to deal with his rebellious juniors.But Xie Jie felt that his uncle was a master of acting.

Ever since Shenzong learned that he was about to be promoted to be an uncle, he ignored the fact that he was obviously not more than ten years older than Xie Jie, and insisted on building his image of an old-fashioned, mature and stable grandfather, no matter in speech or actions, He looked like an old man whose body was half buried in the loess.

Shenzong sat on the fold-back rose chair at the head of the bed, that poor chair always felt overwhelmed and crushed by him.

"You child, why does the food in my hometown not taste good? You don't clean it, you don't get sick after eating it, do you know? I'm not talking about you, you have never suffered in your life, so you don't know how to cherish it."

Xie Jie rolled his eyes: "It's as if you have suffered something!"

Strictly speaking, neither Xie Jie nor Shenzong had suffered much. It is true that Shenzong was born in the countryside, but before he knew anything about it, his grandfather became emperor, and he and his second brother were escorted Then, I traveled thousands of miles northward in a low-key donkey cart, from the water town in the south to Da Nei in the north, and it took decades to walk.The impression of his hometown is probably not as deep as that of Xie Jie in the past two years.

But these are not the point. The point is that Xie Jie will not be able to return to his hometown this year.

"Don't worry, there's your little uncle and me." After learning that Xie Jie should stop talking about going out, and that he might feel dizzy and vomit even when he gets up on the ground, Shenzong had a rare sense of mission, "I promise I can coax you The ancestors have to protect us for another 500 years!"

These words did not comfort Xie Jie, because Xie Jie wanted to go out, and he didn't want anyone to replace him!

But the reality will not change just because Xie Yanei is a princess. If he is said to be unable to descend to the ground, then he really cannot.He refused to accept it and insisted on getting up and showing Shenzong martial arts. As a result, he vomited in front of the imperial court.

Shenzong didn't dislike him either, his own nephew had urinated on him when he was a child, so what's the point of throwing up.It's just... "Why did you only drink porridge for dinner? That's not okay, Tu'er, you can only grow well if you eat well."

Xie Jie: "..." Do you think you are feeding pigs? !

Physically weak, but still mentally strong, Xie Shizi suddenly wanted to hit someone.

"Aren't you a little pig?" Piggy asked, so did the little pig.

"I'm a puffer fish!" Xie Jie still didn't forget to argue with his uncle, rolling his eyes so much that he was about to go to heaven.

"I appreciate your self-confidence." Shenzong squatted aside, watching his nephew's joke.

After confirming that Xie Jie was still alive and well mentally, and that he would definitely be trapped in the back house in the short term, unable to hear the gossip outside, Shenzong relaxed his mind, and quietly left again under the cover of night.

Shenzong left happily, but Xie Jie couldn't fall asleep at all, even if he ate candied fruit, he couldn't suppress the bitter taste in his mouth.

"Then I'll read you a storybook?" Xie Jie didn't want to sleep, and the old man naturally refused to sleep either.

"I don't want to hear it," Xie Jie refused arbitrarily, and had a sudden thought, "I want to hear anecdotes about Beijing. I haven't been back for many years, and I suddenly miss the place where I was born and raised."

"This..." No matter how powerful Zhai Lao was, he was a little speechless.As long as Xie Jie stayed in Jiangzuo, he stayed as long as he did. Although he would definitely care about Yongji's big and small affairs, what he cared about was the political struggle in the court, and he was afraid that someone would indiscriminately attack Xie Jie.But these are not things Xie Langjun would be interested in.

"Find someone from among those medical officers who hasn't slept yet and tell me. It's better to be younger." Xie Jie had already thought about it.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. The way his husband cares about him is always very cute.

Qian Jia, an apprentice medical officer who had only seen Xie Jie in the morning, was selected just like that.Of course, he wouldn't stay up all night to gossip to the son of the prince. This time, at least, his salary would be three times what he used to be, and the voluntary registration system was adopted, so there was no coercion.

Before Zhai Lao quit, he gave Xie Jie some soothing incense in the house. Although he couldn't make his husband sleep clearly, he did his best with practical actions.

Accompanied by the sweet smell, Xie Jie covered himself with a thin silk quilt, leaned on the bed, and began to close his eyes and concentrate on listening to gossip.

Qian Jia is a medical student, not a storyteller next to Sun Yangzheng's store. His major is not suitable for him. In addition, he is nervous and apprehensive in the face of noble people. The stories he tells are always a bit dry, his eloquence is not good, and his level is limited.But Xie Jie still listened without disdain.

Persistence always pays off, and Xie Jie finally found something he was slightly interested in.

"When the baby is born, the house will resign?" Xie Jie chewed on these words amidst the buzzing in his head.

Fang Chaoci was the number one scholar of the previous session. It is said that he is only two decades old, but he is already on his way to the top.

"How good-looking is this number one scholar?"

"The snow-covered mountain is covered with high officials lying down, and the beauties under the moonlit forest come*."

"I don't understand. I don't understand. Just say, can he be prettier than me?"

"..." Although you are indeed good-looking, no one would ask such a question, Qian Jia slandered, and then said euphemistically, "There are many good-looking people, but those who are really famous are definitely not just because of their appearance."

"Why did the No. [-] scholar become famous?" Xie Jie became obsessed instead, "Because he won the toad palace three years ago and is very talented? Can he be more talented than my father?"

"..." This was another proposition that was difficult for Qian Jia to answer.

Xie Jie's father, Xie He, who died early, was indeed a rare talent in the world, with poems, songs and prose, and splendid articles. It is not an exaggeration to praise "Great Enlightenment No. 1" in the literati circle at that time.However, in the past three years, Fang Chaoci, who has been the most popular in Beijing, and the dream man of many famous ladies' boudoirs, is indeed very talented, but his talent is unparalleled among national scholars, which is completely different from Xie He.

Both of them have their own advantages, there is no high or low.It is a disease to have to compare people of these two eras and styles.

"Sick" Mr. Xie: "..."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Fang Gong (eyes full of hints): There is actually another version of this saying, when you get married, you should resign from the house.

Thank you: ? ? ?

Fang Gong: I want to be a minister in the future.

Thank you: so?

Fang Gong: You have to call me Xianggong.

*Xianggong: In the Song Dynasty, this was still a respectful title for the prime minister.

*Basin: There really was an emperor named Basin in history→_→However, it was not from the Song Dynasty.Don't ask him why it's called this, I guess he doesn't know it himself.

*The Beauty Comes Under the Moonlight Forest: This is actually a poem from the Ming Dynasty.