A dream of deep spring

The next day, King Meng Chifeng of Jin wrote a letter requesting a strict investigation into the bullying of his uncle's family, which shocked the whole country.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, some applauding and some scoffing.During the past half month, the gate of Xiao's house was closed tightly, obviously it was the season of the first spring breeze, but the house seemed to be blown by the autumn wind, and the stone lions at the gate were all dejected.

At a small noodle stall next to the Zhongxifang in the capital, two cattle dealers came out to eat. They ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles, and one of them asked, "Have you heard about the Xiao family?"

His partner replied: "How long has it been before you know?"

"It's new news! I really want to arrest people!"

Hearing this, a diner next to him sneered: "That is the uncle's house of King Jin, how could it be possible. Since ancient times, officials and officials have not always protected each other, so how could anyone torment his relatives for a few ordinary people."

"That's right." The diners at the other table said the same.

"Hi." The cattle dealer who started the conversation said: "Just protect them, what can we do with them? If you ask me, King Jin is not bad. Ten years ago, who would dare to make a living by selling large cattle? Can't sell it."

His companion also said: "Yes, 20 years ago, when the first emperor first came to the throne, he was so poor that he wanted to eat people. How could he have imagined the present day? Now I can sit peacefully on the street and eat fine grains and white noodles. That's enough."

"Yes, people like us just want to be safe and peaceful."

A young man dressed as a Confucianist far away from them heard this and couldn't help snorting coldly, obviously disdainful for these foolish people who only cared about sweeping the door.

It is not his family who are oppressed by the rich and powerful today, so it has nothing to do with them, but Feng Shui turns, maybe it will be their turn one day, and it is right that no one will stand up for them.

"Xiao's mansion has been raided!" A strange voice from nowhere entered the scholar's ears like a thunderbolt, making him tremble.He followed the flow of people towards Xifang Main Street, and he saw the usually invincible Young Master Xiao and their servants strung together with ropes like pigs, walking forward under the urging of the yamen servants.Some who wanted to save face lifted the hem of their robes to cover their faces but showed their underpants, causing the onlookers to burst into laughter.

As if he had thought of something, he hurried out of the crowd and headed for the bulletin board in Xifang.The bulletin board is the place where the imperial court announces important government orders. Whenever there is a major event, there will be a notice posted by a small official.If the time of the imperial examination was changed last year, notices were posted on the major bulletin boards in Beijing.

There was also a group of people gathered there, very crowded.He stood in the back row and listened to the well-meaning people in the front row read aloud: "The evidence of the Xiao family is convincing. Those who have files among the sufferers can apply for reconsideration within three days. Registration pending..."

"My family heirloom! God open your eyes!" An old man fainted after shouting.The scholar followed the crowd to send him into the hospital, and when he came out, he still felt unreal.

Is it true, God opened his eyes?

"The folks have mostly positive comments on the Xiao family being copied, but the word-of-mouth of the prince..."

Several people in the Daqing Palace were discussing matters. Speaking of this, a minister shook his head with a sigh.

Another person said: "If the prince is willing to listen to Duan Xiang and hold a public memorial ceremony for all the fallen soldiers, won't this matter be over?"

Compared with the dead, the living are of course bigger than the dead.If the king of Jin would show his achievements in fighting for the country, and then shake off the sacrifices he made by leading the soldiers, naturally no one would bother with his uncle's family.But Meng Chifeng's character has always been quite rebellious, he doesn't want to use his brains, and only concentrates on doing his own duties.

Although this cannot be said to be wrong, it is helpless in today's passive situation.

Duan Tingzhen held the hot tea and remained calm.

"If you want to talk about remedies, it's not impossible." The adult who first mentioned this matter narrowed his eyes and thought: "It's better to continue with the original idea, and teach the people what King Jin did at the border to serve the country. No matter how much you have paid for the people, the direction of the wind will naturally be reversed. Just make up a few short stories and let the storyteller tell them, and within three to five days, it is guaranteed that no one will remember the Xiao family."

"What's the use of the hype you're talking about here, what's the point if you don't appreciate it? If you don't make it all right, I'll come back and join you. You don't have the place to cry."

Being ridiculed by his colleagues, the adult was not annoyed, just smiled and said nothing.

That being said, none of the people present would look for trouble.Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes, and it’s not bad to do nothing.Most things in the world are just like this.

"Okay everyone." Duan Tingzhen said: "Let's continue—what did you say just now?"

"When it comes to the resettlement of disabled soldiers, the Xiao family vomited and talked about how to use it."

"You can ask the local parents and officials to allocate one or two acres of land and rent it to them. After the crops are mature, they will be purchased uniformly, and the price can be set higher."

"It's an idea."

All the ministers expressed their approval.

"Master Xiang." Suddenly a small eunuch came over and said to Duan Tingzhen, "The king of Jin is here and wants to see you. The slaves dare not delay. Look at this..."

Duan Tingzhen nodded, looked at the crowd and said: "Then let's talk about this today. Mr. Zhao's proposal is very good. First write a memorial and submit it to sort out the order clearly. I will continue to discuss later."

"Yes." Everyone retreated. Duan Tingzhen followed the little eunuch into a side hall next to him. Seeing Meng Chifeng sitting and drinking tea, he smiled and said, "But what's the matter? Why is the prince here at this time?"

Meng Chifeng said: "That's right. I have thought about it for a while, and my original idea is indeed biased. The office sacrifice ceremony is a good thing for the soldiers. I, Great Chu, have been suppressed by the Northern Man for a long time, and it is difficult to win. Once, it is time to publicize it well to reassure the people."

Duan Tingzhen sat down on the chair opposite to him, picked up the new tea that the little eunuch had just added, didn't drink it, just held it in his hand and thought for a while, said: "I'm afraid it's too late."

"So I thought, it's not necessary to hold a sacrifice, how about erecting a stele of heroes?"

He looked at Duan Tingzhen with burning eyes.

Meng Chifeng could have handled this matter by himself, but there should be other reasons for finding Duan Tingzhen.He thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Duan has no other strengths, but the handwriting is not bad. If the prince doesn't dislike it, this inscription..."

That's why Meng Chifeng came here, and Duan Tingzhen was so understanding that he was pleasantly surprised.He is not the kind of person who likes to ask others for help, and he was a little apprehensive when he came. Seeing that the matter went so smoothly, he was really overjoyed.So he smiled and said: "This king would like to thank the soldiers, then I will leave this matter to Duan Xiang."

"My lord, you are being polite." Duan Tingzhen said.

Although the relationship between the two has eased at this moment, it has just returned from being unaccustomed to nodding acquaintances. Now that the conversation is over, Meng Chifeng feels a little uncomfortable.

Duan Tingzhen can be said to be a fine person, why can't he see it.He wasn't interested in chatting with this person, so he was simply understanding to the end, and opened his mouth first to avoid embarrassment.

"It's getting late, my lord, don't make the emperor wait."

Meng Chifeng had nothing to do when he came back from the expedition, so he often went to the palace to teach the little emperor martial arts.The little emperor was only a five-year-old child, and he couldn't learn much at all, so he ran and jumped with him, and even complained to Duan Tingzhen about his hard work.Whenever he thought of the little emperor's pouting so much that he could hang an oil bottle, he felt a burst of laughter.

Speaking of this, Meng Chifeng also finds it interesting, thinking of that little naughty ghost, his expression can be three points soft.He planned to take up the conversation and leave by the way.But accidentally saw a familiar figure passing by outside the window, couldn't help but gasped, and asked strangely, "What are you doing here, Chang Yongsheng?"

This Chang Yongsheng is Jin Bao's apprentice, and Jin Bao is the number one eunuch next to the little emperor.He came here probably to find Duan Tingzhen, that is... what happened to the little emperor?

He suddenly tensed up.

In the effort of saying a word, Chang Yongsheng finally asked where Duan Tingzhen was, ran over tremblingly, knelt down with a plop, and slapped himself on the mouth, which scared the two of them enough.

Chang Yongsheng cried: "Slave, I didn't watch for a while, and asked the emperor to climb up the tree. The slave and the master persuaded me for a long time, but the emperor didn't come down. I beg Duan Xiangye and the prince to go and have a look."

Duan Tingzhen and Meng Chifeng lost their minds, and then suddenly mentioned, the little emperor is so small, maybe he fell down by accident?Regardless of what to do to Chang Yongsheng, he hurriedly thought about it.

Fortunately, Duan Tingzhen still remembered to ask: "Where is the emperor now?"

"Just... right on the biggest sweet-scented osmanthus tree in Deyang Hall!"

Meng Chifeng was in a hurry and looked like he really wanted to kick Chang Yongsheng, but he held back in the end and just gave him a vicious look that almost made him cry out of fright.

Although the little emperor is the emperor in name, he is actually just a five-year-old child, and the guardianship is still in the hands of Meng Chifeng and Duan Tingzhen. If something happens to the emperor, these two people will be directly responsible.Even if the little emperor had already come down from the tree at this time, no one would dare to hide what happened.

Anyway, if something like this happened, a large number of people must be unlucky.This large group of people probably also included the little emperor.Inadvertently catching a glimpse of Meng Chifeng's dark face, the group of people had this idea in their hearts.

The Daqing Hall was neither close nor far from the little emperor's bedroom.When a group of people hurried over, the little emperor was still on the tree, looking very smug, looking at a group of court ladies and eunuchs with sad faces under the tree, and sat down on the thickest one leisurely. On a branch, he said in his mouth: "You all stay away from me, be careful to scare me, and fall, it will be your fault when the time comes."

He was quite clever at this time, but immediately, when two figures appeared in the distance, he was so scared that he almost fell off.

"Meng Jiaxun! Get out of here!" Meng Chifeng didn't even yell at the emperor, the chill in his tone made people shiver in Mayday.