Don't go down if you have a kind [Rebirth]

His Royal Highness King Liang, who worked hard without complaining, ran around and didn't come to have dinner with me for two consecutive days.

They were all stuck at the door early in the morning when it was dawn, and came in with the palace people who waited for dressing and washing.The palace people were terrified, suspecting that His Royal Highness King Liang wanted to rob them of their jobs.After all, it was not easy for anyone to work in front of the emperor. I don't know which capable person with a strong sense of crisis reported the situation to the queen mother.

The empress found me and asked me if I deliberately made things difficult for King Liang.

I said that's impossible, haven't you heard how kind I am to King Liang?

The empress said it was fine, and after drinking tea for a while, she said: "It doesn't have to be too good. 'Sheng Mien, Dou Miqiu', I made up my mind, and it will be thicker or weaker in the future, so I have to worry about it."

I laughed and said, "Look at what you said, isn't this my family?"

The queen looked up at me from the dense tea mist, and said slowly: "Is it really a family? The imperial edict has also been issued. If you want to kiss me or not, it's good for the emperor to know. The emperor has read it." The Buddhist scriptures are the most clear in the heart."

The topic is different, I dare not say more, I feel sweaty when I send the Queen away.

When I saw my nephew again at night, I felt that I was nothing.While asking him to carry the sky with me, at the same time asking him to do the kind of thing that can make the coffins of the two ancestors stand up.

It is understandable for him to criticize me verbally and obliquely.

"Uncle Shi dozed off this morning." He learned a good set of footwork from Zheng Wuwei, and followed me like a shadow. "After reading these scriptures, Uncle will go to bed tomorrow morning?"

I let him take away the vermilion pen in his hand: "Oh, it's okay, don't read it. I'll give it to you, just to take a walk to digest food."

But he sat down with his clothes up, held my medicine bowl, took a sip without fear of hardship, and handed it to me: "Drink. The draft is finished, so I won't leave the palace."

I took the medicine bowl, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Tsk, this medicine is fake today. It's not bitter enough."

He sat on his knees, lowered his eyes slightly, and picked up the scattered notebooks.The wrist bones are bony, and the bottom of the sleeves seems to be empty, revealing a burst of cold fragrance.It's like the cold air that sweeps the sky and the earth when the wind blows the heavy snow that overwhelms the green pines.Thousands of mountains are uninhabited, lonely and cold, but they are full of vitality.

Most likely, it is the clothes stored in the West Pavilion, made in the past two years, and this smell of incense was the most popular in those two years.I couldn't help staring at him, seeing that he was more calm and comfortable than a few years ago, and more gentle and stable than many years later.It's just that there is a secret twist between the eyebrows and eyes, from childhood to adulthood, self-sufficiency, self-consciousness, self-consciousness, two generations have not changed.

He probably sensed that I was looking at him, and blushed quietly again.

I threw it out to feed the dog in an instant after thinking about it all afternoon, and couldn't help teasing: "Not leaving the palace, but going to the West Pavilion?"

He paused, his eyes lowered even more.

I pushed him down: "You are so thin-skinned, you won't say: 'I don't, I want to sleep with you'? Besides, if you go to the next door, I will naturally follow. You are here, so sad What is it?"

He lay on his back, resting his head on the corner of the desk. He didn't slow down for a moment, and clutched the paw I poked in his heart in a trance: "Fourteen..."

"The injury on the back," I put one hand under his body, "don't touch it."

As if he had been forgiven, he regained the courage to break into my bedroom that night, overturned me, and bullied me.

No one cut the lamp, and the candlelight dimmed.The gold and silver threads intertwined in the heavy veils are twinkling, like a dark lake full of toad light.The lake waves are sparkling, rising and falling in the night wind howling in the wilderness.

The stars last night and the wind last night, the east side of Guitang on the west side of the painting building.

I don't know what "Hualou" and "Guitang" are thinking, but I am afraid that this "Zibolou" is going to sue the ancestors, and there will be no more books from sages and sages.

His Royal Highness King Liang is very obedient, adhering to the principle of "don't touch the wound on the back", conscientiously paste his thin skin into a "city wall", and implement the three words "sleeping together" to the end.

He even wanted to continue for a few more days, intending to stay in the capital, let the large army go to Liangzhou first, and chase after him on a fast horse in two days.

I became aware of his attempt at the court meeting.It's a bit complicated to be honest.

On the one hand, I'm relieved - he has never lost his ability to be arrogant.On the other hand, I feel nervous secretly—by the way, when will his injury heal?

The "big army" didn't complicate my mood for a long time, and I was blocked outside the evanescent stage after the court.The leader is Brother Heidou, the militant who was called by the palace a few days ago to fight the King of Yue.

This Black Douzi Tiqi was born, followed Zhao Shuo to the north, and returned to Beijing with King Liang.This time, I asked the emperor's nephew to send some people from Tiqi Yulin to take it with him, and gave him another chance.

Brother Heidou seems to be bouncing on the hot pot forever, screaming, and the heat is in full swing. As long as the person in charge of the spoon drinks: "cooked!", he will immediately explode into blossoms for people to chew and eat.

It's a pity that His Royal Highness King Liang who is "in charge of the spoon" is always tepid to the outside world, even a little cold.He took the light armor and fur robe that Brother Heidou brought with him without much appreciation, and said with a blank expression, "Got it, you guys are waiting outside the city."

The emperor's nephew usually has no expression, it's "it's none of my business" expression, but the expressionless expression at this moment is "it's none of your business".I quickly winked at Brother Heidou: "You wait outside the palace for a while, after King Liang and I have had lunch, let the big guys eat first, so we can hurry on our way."

While dragging King Liang into the house again, his heart was broken: "It's not good to just leave them alone, these people are staring at you eagerly, and when you frown, they will panic, guess your thoughts, your words and deeds, To convince the public, but also to make people feel at ease. Of course, it’s not okay to be too close. Some people don’t know how to advance and retreat, and they tend to stick their tails to the sky. If you don’t pay attention, even the emperor will have trouble. Look at those ministers, which one is not ..."

He helped me sit down and frowned slightly: "Is this okay?"

I realized what he meant, and said in shame: "... Well, maybe it's not good. It is much easier to measure the straight and the straight with the rope and the ink, and to judge the square with the rules, but it is much easier to study people's hearts, but people's affairs are not comparable to carpentry. .”

Still frowning, he dismissed the subject noncommittally.

I have to admit, I was a little scared of him.In terms of trying to figure out and being figured out, as an emperor, I consider myself to be quite skilled, but when it comes to His Royal Highness King Liang, I always miss the point.Thinking about the previous life is probably because of thinking too much.In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, I pulled him and said: "Although that is the case, we will not engage in those foolish things between you and me. I won't let you go. It has no other meaning. I just don't want you to go. Calling you back to Beijing is because I miss you, and you are not allowed to go back to Beijing, it must be because there are big monsters in Kyoto who eat children..."

He sat across from me, looked at me and smiled slowly, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Then I can't listen to you, I have to come to save you."

I saw him smiling brightly like a spring flower, and I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but become angry: "Stupid! Do you need your help?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up some food for me, and then turned a topic noncommittally.

After decades of sitting in court, I have never met such a second person.At this time, he often couldn't swing a fart with eight sticks, and couldn't pull back a leg with ten donkeys. It was really difficult for him to be a minister and king. Only by letting him be the emperor can everyone be safe.

His Royal Highness King Liang just didn't want everyone to be safe, so he insisted on eating a meal for less than half an hour.I sent him to the gate of the palace, and saw Brother Heidou leading the soldiers waiting in line, it was freezing and snowy, each of them was crispy from the cold.The crunchy Brother Heidou was still full of fighting spirit, excitedly leading the horses to form a team, but Xiao Guan, who did not know when to rush over, only threw a pestle at the side of His Royal Highness King Liang when he saw him, and his mood was not high.

I saw Brother Huya glance at me one after another, and asked with concern: "How is it, how is your injury?"

Huya lowered his head and said: "Going back to Your Majesty, it's all right now. It's just..."

"Song Feizhen will let the imperial physician do his best." I patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. I'll be back in a month, right?"

I looked at the imperial nephew, and the imperial nephew nodded.

A group of people and horses galloped along the long corridor between the palace walls.In the afternoon, the lead clouds in the sky receded, and a round of golden sun jumped out.The snow water of the Qingxi River under the Evanescent Wave Platform melted, gurgling and washing over the Leilei White Rock.

Late in the day, the country is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

Winter is over.

In the warm weather of early spring, I carried forward the ancient tradition of Wing Chun and wrote some poems.He also ordered people to compile these poems into a collection and send them to the world's largest study for printing and distribution, focusing on expanding the Liuzhou market, targeting wealthy businessmen who hope to improve their personal cultural accomplishment as the main target customers, and making money in a curve to save the country.

After more than two months, Wei Pei brought a collection of Zhen's poems with him when he rushed back from Liuzhou.

I said: "Aiqing, you like to tell me directly. I gave you the original manuscript and bought it from Liuzhou. The price is several times higher than other places!"

Wei Pei had a face full of worldly hardships, but he spoke like a fool who was ignorant of the world: "Your Majesty, this is given to me by the governor of Liuzhou, not bought by me."

"Cough," I choked on the drink, "...Well, that's good, don't waste the money. There's still a second volume, and I'll give it to you for nothing."

Wei Aiqing didn't show much interest in my gift, she just frowned and said: "Your Majesty, this is a book printed by Wosong Study? Your Majesty wants to test..."

In a way, Wei Aiqing and Brother Heidou are somewhat similar.Limbs and brains, each of them has their own and only one is always excited.

I told him all the things I learned from Liang Wang, without worrying about his ability to accept it.But Wei Aiqing was probably really tired. After listening to it, she stared blankly at a roast chicken on the plate, not knowing whether to eat it or not.

I gave him a chicken leg, and he smacked his forehead on the edge of the food table with a "boom"—and fell asleep.

Mr. Wei worked so hard for the country and the people, the man surnamed Xue didn't let people stop, he found Shibotai and asked Mr. Wei to go to Dali Temple with him to discuss matters.

I didn't let him in.After a while, Song Lang also came and said that Lord Wei should go to the Ministry of Punishment to discuss matters.

Xue Shang and Song Lang quarreled outside on the porch.

"... Tomorrow is the sentence. Master Xue, what does this mean? How can you change the crimes that you yourself approved during the Sansitang meeting!"

"The case decided by the third division is good, but this case is not a simple criminal case. It involves the reduction of the army. You and I are both involved in the affairs of the general's mansion. How come you don't understand the power of it?"

"Because it involves disarmament, he should be killed as an example. Tao Sanyong's crimes are obvious, and his death is not a pity..."

"One Tao Sanyong died, and there are countless Tao Sanyongs. People are in a panic. How to implement the disarmament order!"

……

This Tao Sanyong is a partial general of the Liangzhou government army.Speaking of this case, I agree with Song Lang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and I just want to kill Comrade Sanyong with one knife.Because it was Comrade Sanyong who made His Royal Highness King Liang go and never return.

What about returning to Beijing within a few months?

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