Sheng Shi Merciful Light

The next day, when the court was over, the Emperor Tianshou came to report again.Even though he was rejected so indifferently that it was almost tragic, Emperor Tianshou was even more attached to him, wanting to get close to Jiulang.

Perhaps everyone is rebellious, no matter how old they are.

Not only Wei Zhong and Li Kang looked sideways, but Tian Shudi himself felt that there was something wrong with him, but once a certain "thinking like crazy" emotion started, it would grow wildly in his heart like wild smoke and weeds...

He also took the memorial to the Chonghua Palace again, in a brightly flattering manner.

It was not easy for too many people to know about it, so Emperor Tianshou ordered Li Kang to serve him again.

Li Kang: "..."

To cover it up, do you think the palace is a place with secrets?Even if Mou Yu continued to hold the line, his confidant Habayashi Wei blocked the news and kept it out for a short time, but sooner or later...

Wang Youlun continued to teach for an hour a day, in fact, to help Mu Ci read books and answer his questions.The Emperor Tianshou sat beside his dragon case, not in the mood to deal with government affairs, staring at his youngest son's focused profile with greedy and complicated eyes, all the while in a daze.

Li Kang silently sorted out the memorial - this patient's condition is worse than yesterday.

Wang Youting and Li Kang have a good relationship, and Li Kang was ambiguous yesterday. Although he didn't tell Mu Ci about the memorial, he wanted Wang Youlun to persuade his little nephew.

Of course, Wang Youlun didn't know what to persuade, but he had something in his heart, and the God-Sent Emperor's gaze was hotter than yesterday, so he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.Fortunately, Mu Ci's face was calm... This kind of calm attitude affected Wang Youlun, and he gradually felt at ease.Besides, as an acting prime minister in his 50s or [-]s, he couldn't be more impatient than a young man.

This era is an excellent era. Due to the legacy of the great ancestor, the Daxing Dynasty was a dynasty that was extremely gentle to the subjects under its rule. The emperor respected the human rights, property rights, and life rights of everyone, especially civil and military officials.It will never be like some dynasties who always find excuses to rob courtiers' homes, behead their heads and search their homes.

Even if Emperor Tianshou had soldiers and was strong, the rectification of a Wei family back then had become a huge stain in his life. The current historian has made a heavy mark on him, and he will only wait for future generations to know the truth and give him eternal infamy.

Therefore, it is not as serious as the ministers who are afraid of the emperor to death. Some ministers can even seal the imperial decree signed by the emperor himself if they think it is unreasonable, and refuse to obey it.

The ministers only respect the emperor, not slavish fear. Of course, when encountering the emperor who broke the rules a little bit, the ministers will be more cautious, for fear that he will become black.

……

In ancient culture, there is a must-learn thing-calligraphy!

Wang Youlun felt that Mu Ci's reading comprehension was fine, except that he was not very good at punctuating sentences.So today's lesson is - calligraphy!

Heshun was preparing pens, inks, papers and inkstones at the side. He had never read a book, so he had a natural awe of writing, and he was even more fearful and frantic. He didn't even know where to put the paperweight.Wei Zhong couldn't see it, he was used to serving the emperor, and he was familiar with these things, so he slapped He Shun away, and didn't tell him to go away, let him stand aside and learn.

Wei finally arranged the paper and began to grind the ink.

Wang Youting took a copybook, found a word "Yong", pointed to this word and said, "Your Highness, learn this word first, this word has the eight methods of regular script..." Thinking that Mu Ci has no foundation at all, even if he said it, he would listen to it. If you don’t understand, you point to the “严” on it and say, “Your Highness, learn this stroke first.”

Then Wang Youlun took a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote a stroke of "严" by himself, while patiently explaining how to start, how to finish, and how to close a pen like teaching his three-year-old grandson.

Wei finally handed the brush dipped in ink to King Changle respectfully.

Mu Ci: "..."

You know, asking an elite man in science to write with a soft brush every day is like asking a weightlifter to dance a ballet, it is very inhumane.

Mu Ci grabbed the pen, studied it, and tried it on the paper. Looking at the smeared and shapeless ink, he asked decisively: "Uncle, do you have a hard pen?"

"what?"

"This kind of pen is called a soft pen, and I'm not used to it." Mu Ci said.Although he can quickly grasp the key points of soft pen calligraphy, and his writing is not bad, but this kind of pen lacks efficiency, and Mu Ci doesn't want to use it.

But the problem is that only brushes are the only mainstream in this era. Wang Youlun has no concept of hard brushes. He tentatively asked: "Beginners, some from poor families, can use bamboo sticks and sand trays...is it hard brushes?"

Mu Ci: "..."

"The writing brush is very good..." Wang Youting started from the origin of calligraphy, and talked all the way to Ouyang Mu, a great calligrapher in the previous dynasties, to Siwenjie Tang, a calligraphy family in the previous dynasties, and to...

Mu Ci reminded: "The hour is almost here."

Wang Youlun: "..." He had no choice but to conclude, "Calligraphy is the most brilliant art pearl of our Chinese people. It is known as: poetry without words, dance without lines; painting without pictures, music without sound. Therefore, to learn calligraphy well, It is very necessary."

"Well, it's wonderful." Mu Ci agreed. Looking at the ink marks she had written, she put the brush on the pen holder and asked, "Do you have a hard pen? I'm still used to writing with a hard pen."

Wang Youlun and the crowd who were secretly paying attention: "..."

Co-author just said a lot of words in vain.

Wang Youlun tried hard to persuade Mu Ci to use a brush, but to no avail!Almost hit the wall, read and recognize characters so fast, take a look at a page, a good talent and beautiful jade with a photographic memory, why refuse to practice calligraphy?

what a pity.

But Mu Ci's health is not good, and his immature and beautiful face is too deceptive, everyone is not willing to force him... The main reason is that he is afraid of being too tough, and Mao Muci will activate the "indifferent mode" to attack indiscriminately.Moreover, the time for this class is coming up soon, and in the end, according to Mu Ci's instructions, the artisan workshop in the palace was asked to prepare fine charcoal strips of silver frost charcoal and "hard pens" bound with wooden boards.

……

After Wang Youlun was depressed and finished teaching, Mu Ci went to the clean room as usual, and when he came out, he saw the Emperor Tianshou waving to him, motioning for him to sit next to the dragon case.A chair has been added next to it, which is very soft.

Mu Ci looked at the old, yellow and thin old man, he didn't have the majesty of the emperor, he was only doing the movements like a beckoning cat, his face was full of gentle smiles and anticipation.Mu Ci's indifferent expression loosened a little, and he walked over slowly, and sat on the chair specially added for him.

Emperor Tianshou handed over a red-covered memorial to Mu Ci: "Look!"

Mu Ci looked sideways at Emperor Tianshou, and asked with a pun, "Do you think I can watch it?"

"Yes," Emperor Tianshou said in a very gentle tone, "Father is getting old, his eyes are not very good, why don't you take a look at him." There was a bit of...uh, it was a tone of coaxing children.

Li Kang: "..." There is really an illusion that the day and night are upside down, and the waterfall hangs upside down-son slave, what kind of disease is this?

Mu Ci: "..." I also want to know.

He silently opened the memorial...

As soon as Mu Ci opened it, Emperor Tianshou couldn't help asking, "How many characters are in this book?"

"330 eight!"

Emperor Tianshou looked at a small paper sign on the back - 330.

The Heavenly Granted Emperor smiled.

Li Kang's eyes widened...Your Majesty, what kind of new play is this?

It turned out that the Emperor Tianshou noticed the word count reported by Mu Ci yesterday, and he felt overwhelmed even if he was not full, so he asked Wei Zhong to count the 700-word memorial book, and the word count was indeed the same.He was extremely bored and asked Wei Zhong to count all the words in today's red playbooks, and come over to ask Mu Ci.

Not even a single value is bad.What's more, just by looking at it, you can count it in an instant. What level of IQ is this?

"Jiulang, do you want my father to ask another arithmetic teacher to teach you?" The Heavenly Granted Emperor asked flatteringly, it's a pity to waste such a talent.

Mu Ci changed a book and asked without raising her head, "He taught me, or should I teach him?"

"..."

This answer was too immodest, but everyone who heard it felt that it was nothing more than normal.

Mu Ci flipped through a few books, pointed to the color of the cover, but asked Li Kang: "What does the red cover represent?"

"Used by officials of the second rank and above."

"Purple?"

"Used by nobles above the second rank."

"So, gold belongs to the royal family, and yellow is used by the royal family?"

"Yes." Li Kang replied.

"Colors are only used to distinguish between honor and inferiority in terms of etiquette?"

"Yes."

Mu Ci stopped talking, and silently touched a blue book. The quantity of this color is very small, and it is used by low-level people.

The Emperor Tianshou came up to show his presence: "Jiulang, what's wrong with the color?"

"No, the use of color is your custom, and it is also a social etiquette rule. There is no right or wrong in itself." After Mu Ci finished speaking, she fell silent.

Emperor Tianshou always felt that Mu Ci should have something to say, so he continued his efforts: "Jiulang, there is nothing you can't say to your father, just say what you want." The tone was so coaxing that even Li Kang wanted to hide his face .

Mu Ci calmly said: "At first, I thought that the color was used to distinguish the types of memorials. Later, I saw that the minister sorted the memorials. He opened each book to determine the classification, and each stack had a different color. There are several kinds, so I don’t know if it’s not. The procedure of sorting the notebooks can be avoided.”

"Oh?" Emperor Tianshou showed a gentle smile and encouraged, "Shouldn't the color be used to classify the grades to distinguish the types? Jiulang, tell me!"

"There is no need to change the color usage that has formed a social system. Random changes will cause confusion in everyone's cognition," Mu Ci said, "but you can try to put labels on the cover."

What labels and how to do it, Mu Ci didn't think that the ancients would be so stupid as to teach them everything.Sometimes, what is lacking is just a slight flash.

And he's just making suggestions, and he can't do it for him.

Emperor Tianshou and Li Kang looked at each other, and Li Kang pondered for a while before nodding slightly.

Mu Ci turned to a book with a black cover, and asked, "What does black represent...there are three names of 240 listed on it, which is... Qiu Jue?" Looking again, he was puzzled, "The list of people executed in autumn?"

Emperor Tianshou looked at it and nodded: "Yes."

"The emperor is still in charge of criminal cases?"

"Regardless of the finer details, those who have been sentenced to death in criminal cases across the country must be marked red with a royal pen before they can be executed in autumn."

"The emperor can't execute the sentence if he doesn't hook him?"

"Yes."

"Very cautious." Mu Ci pointed to a stack of black playbooks, "These fifteen books too?"

"Yes, sixteen continents in the whole country, a total of sixteen books." The corner of Tianshou Emperor's mouth couldn't help but slightly twitched, did Xiao Jiulang just now... praised us?

Mu Ci turned a blind eye to the scorching gaze of the Emperor Tianshou, slid his fingers across the black memorial, pondered for a moment, and said: "You take care of your government affairs, I can't ask you everything to delay your time to deal with major national affairs. About the autumn decision , Whoever is more familiar, ask him to come and talk to me."

Mou Yu happened to walk in with a few secret files of the Night Guards, and saw the stunning young man sitting leisurely by the dragon table again, talking to the Emperor Tianshou with his head turned, his expression calm.

In fact, few people dare to look squarely at the Tianshou Emperor, a decisive and tough emperor, with eyes that seem to have insight into human nature and are unparalleled in majesty.But Mu Ci always looked up, equal, and looked directly into the eyes of Emperor Tianshou.

Every time he looked straight at him, neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes never wavered or hesitated, those beautiful cut eyes seemed to gently brush off the dust, revealing a clear and slightly condensed, black crystal-like brightness and texture.

No joy or fear, no desire or desire, just simply, calmly, watching...

This is a calm and elegant posture that flows from the bones after the inner cultivation is unshakable and invincible.

Indifferent to the heart, at ease in the world.