Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

Arms wrapped in pearls, pipas covering their faces, all the gentry in the house wore Luo Qi, and they exchanged cups at the banquet.

Zheng Zhao took a sip of the wine and put down the white jade cup.When he entered Beijing, he neither made a sound nor concealed it.White apples and red Polygonum on both sides of the strait, when the boat arrived at the pier, it really caused quite a commotion.

Stories about the Zheng family's twin sisters are flying all over the sky in Beijing, and even many study rooms invite down-and-out literati to write many novels about Feiyan Hede, alluding to the current dynasty in a fair and honest manner.Even Zheng Yu's crime of committing adultery with the palace people has evolved into a sister domineering and letting her brother force her to rape the concubine who offended her in the palace.In these stories, everyone in the Zheng family has a share, but Zheng Zhao has not been mentioned directly.

A young Jinshi, excellent in calligraphy and painting.Talent and talent are always more respected than wealth due to birth.

After Zheng Zhao entered Beijing, he did not look for Zheng's family, but found a random apartment to live in, and then quietly waited for the invitation to come to his door.After sitting on the tree for four or five days, he went to the banquet held by the great scholar Chen Lubing.Or talk about Zen and mysteries, or refute learning, or talk about the deeds of official travel, the gentry used their spirits to drink and let go.

"Nanjing lettuce, Hangzhou chive sprouts, Shandong morel vegetables, Jiangxi green roots, Shanxi dayflowers, everything on this table is square food, Mr. Chen really knows how to enjoy it." Shi Chengde put down his chopsticks and complimented.

"These are worthless things, but it's more troublesome to transport them to Beijing." Chen Lubing, a senior scholar, said jokingly, "In terms of money, the hawkers who sell oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in Beijing are often worth millions. This bachelor is rich."

"Hahaha. Who is Mr. Chen with a clear hand. Besides, if we scholars are seeking advice from Daoliang, how are we different from ordinary merchants?" Shi Chengde couldn't help looking at Zheng Zhao as he spoke.He is also a person who is good at painting, but in terms of fame, he is overwhelmed by Zheng Zhao.He deliberately searched for several Zheng Zhao's paintings, all of which were not worthy of the name, "Speaking of elegance and vulgarity, I heard that Cang Yan Luo Zhao has produced many painters, among which He Gan's horse is the best, but Mr. Luanying's painting But I haven’t seen it in two years, so I don’t know if there are any good works recently?”

Now he only uses painters to make money, could it be that he has exhausted his talents?

The most common way for a teenager to become famous is to lose sight of everyone.Everyone at the banquet immediately thought of this when they heard Shi Chengde's words, and they all looked at Zheng Luanying.When something happened to the Zheng family, an unfinished painting created a commotion, and the whole world felt sorry for it, which made the emperor treat the rest of the Zheng family lightly.Thinking about it now, since then, Zheng Luanying has no more paintings circulated, so I don't know what level it is now?

Since Fu Niang fell ill, Zheng Zhao stayed at home all day, and Cang Yanluo gradually earned some money, so he never painted any serious things for others, and just daubed them in his spare time.He put down the soup bowl, tilted his head slightly and told Tang Yang behind him, "Go get the painting."

Tang Yang naturally understood which painting it was, nodded and ran out quickly.In the past few days, the young master has never mentioned this painting, and he thought he might have misunderstood it. The young master did not draw this picture to expose the disaster situation in Shaanxi.The martial arts practitioner walked quickly and came back in a short time. Tang Yang reached out and handed the painting to the young master.

People's eyes shifted from the singing fans and dancing sleeves to Zheng Zhao's body following the scroll. The green robe and white bamboo slips are extremely coquettish, and the green marsh and red lotus are pouring away.

Zheng Zhao got up and looked at the crowd, and then said to Master Chen, "This is what Luan Ying did on the top of Huashan Mountain last month. The painting is hasty and crude. I hope you will be sympathetic."

Grand Scholar Chen said: "The scenery of Huashan Mountain is amazing. I'm really curious. Let's open it quickly."

Zheng Zhao nodded, and slowly unfolded the scroll.This long scroll starts from Mount Hua, and is divided into fourteen small panels in total. There are postscripts next to each panel, which are: hungry people flee famine, husbands run after wives, sons and beggars drown their mothers, children are sold to survive, abandoned children escape, people eat grass and trees, Hungry all over the road, killing a two-year-old girl, thieves burning at night... These are the things he saw on the road.

"These trees belong to the forest of the former minister Ma Wensheng. A family of seven people, including men and women, went to rest in the forest. They were tired of hunger and could not move forward. They discussed selling their 15-year-old daughter. The daughter held Mother's clothes, weeping unbearably; the whole family was heartbroken, hugging their heads and crying loudly, all hanged to death on the tree, leaving the two-year-old child behind, smashing the sky and screaming for mother, no one answered." Zheng Zhao pointed Said the "The Whole Family Hanged".

Everyone looked at the picture scroll dumbfounded, terrified.A painted scribe saw the scene of scraping and cannibalizing human flesh, covered his mouth and stepped back to vomit.Shi Chengde's face turned from white to blue, he just wanted to compare his painting skills, once Zheng Luanying's long scroll came out, who is still comparing paintings?

"I've heard of a drought in Shaanxi, but I didn't expect the disaster to be so severe. I'm really deaf in Beijing."

"Thousands of miles in the red land cannibalize each other. I have only read it in books, but unexpectedly it also happened in this dynasty."

The hearsay is all in front of you at this moment, and the detailed postscript next to the painting is still telling you when and where this happened.

Zheng Zhao put away the picture scroll when he saw the whole room in an uproar.

This painting can't be shown to only one person, because if one person looks at it, he will easily fall into the conflict of interests in the officialdom.This painting should not be shown to too many people, because if too many people see it, it will easily provoke public resentment.The matter must be resolved within the court, otherwise it is inevitable that he will be imprisoned, and he has to go to Mount Tai.

"The king is the parents of the people, and the people are the children of the king. Now that the child is bored, how can the father of the king sit and watch! I will report to the court." The scholar who vomited at the banquet suggested.

"Brother Cheng, don't worry, let's go to the school together." Everyone seconded.

Chen Lubing, a bachelor, is an idle official in the Imperial Academy and has no real power, but he is a veteran of the three dynasties, highly respected, and his native place is Shaanxi.Master Chen stretched out his hand to touch his husband and his wife to chase the festival, wept so much that he said: "This well belongs to Baishui Village. 40 years ago, I used to chase and play with my friends by the well. Let the old man suggest to start."

The famine that the officials in Shaanxi had tried their best to cover up was uncovered by a picture scroll.

Since Zheng Zhao came back from the banquet, he closed the door and thanked the guests without going out.The whole day is either pointing at the void with a sword, or listening to the cicadas in the wind, which can be considered a pleasure.Disaster relief is not a small matter, but there is no simple matter in the court, big or small.It has been more than half a month since the senior scholar Chen went to Shushu, but the imperial court still has not issued an order to allocate food for disaster relief.Master Chen could only send out letters one by one, imploring all localities to help with food distribution and disaster relief, but Huguang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which are the granary of the world, refused to send food to Shaanxi.

The starry night was bright and clear. Zheng Zhao saw the dusty piano under the window, so he hugged the piano and sat outside, fiddled with the score at random, but suddenly saw Wei Yunheng coming at night.

"Brother Luanying, long time no see." Wei Yunheng was wearing a taupe cloth robe with no accessories on his body, low-key and inconspicuous in the night.He went to the stone bench and sat down, said with a smile: "Brother Luanying's one painting has ruined the civil and military affairs of the court, but I have the leisure and elegance to play the piano here."

The sound of the zither was intermittent, Zheng Zhao still looked down at the zither score, and asked: "Brother Changfeng is not in a state of distress, he still has leisure time to come to me, but the bosses in the court have a result?"

Wei Yunheng showed a strange expression, partly smiling, partly crying, partly crying, he laughed at himself and said: "Bosses have a result, they decided not to provide disaster relief."

Zheng Zhao stopped his hands on the strings, and looked at Wei Yunheng, who looked gloomy in the night.

"The governor of Shaanxi, You Qin, is not the favorite student of Song Zongke, the chief assistant. Mr. Song naturally disagrees with the grain adjustment. You know, allocating funds for disaster relief means that the disaster situation in Shaanxi is really serious, and if you don't allocate funds, you will still argue that it is Luanying brother, you are exaggerating for painting. As for Cifu, Brother Yu’s Lao Taishan, he also does not agree to adjust the grain. If the famine is relieved, Shaanxi will not be in chaos. And once Shaanxi is in chaos, Song Zongke’s party will not be far from falling.”

"It will always rain again, and people will always die. 1 deaths is a number, and 10 deaths are also a number. As far as the court is concerned, there is not much difference. There are Liangs in the locality, and the government will not allow them to be transferred to Shaanxi."

These words are not unusual. Thanking guests behind closed doors is because they don’t want to get involved in party disputes. Zheng Zhao closed the piano score and looked at the dignified Wei Yunheng, waiting for him to tell the purpose of the trip.

Wei Yunheng got up and walked in front of Zheng Zhao, bowed his hands and said: "Brother Yu wants to borrow paintings from Luanying. Tomorrow, Brother Yu will send the emperor the papers that Enke has marked, so he hopes to invite the Holy One to appreciate Luanying's wonderful brushstrokes. Let's have a look." The famine in Shaanxi." He couldn't help laughing bitterly, fighting against the two parties alone, betting his entire career.

"Back in the floods in Shandong, my mother threw herself into the water and drowned, and my father gouged out the meat from his arm and gave it to me to eat. I have always wondered if everything would have been different if the imperial court had been able to provide relief."

This statement comes from the heart and is completely sincere.Zheng Zhao glanced at Wei Changfeng, then asked Tang Yang to go into the house to get the painting, and handed it to him, "Brother Changfeng, there is only one painting." If it is destroyed, it will be gone.

Wei Yunheng took the painting and said solemnly: "Since Luanying believes in me, I will definitely live up to Luanying."

After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

The next day, the Purple Emperor's Palace was reopened, Wei Yunheng left the cabinet with a normal expression, and followed the little eunuch to the Tingzheng Hall.Holding the painting of the famine in his hand, he sat outside and waited for the transmission.

Mrs. Wu overheard the news that Wei Yunheng was coming, so she came out to meet him in person, the creases on her face laughed, "Master Wei, the saponins you gave me yesterday are really useful. The servant used it once, and the smell on his body is just as good. there is none left"

Wei Yunheng nodded and said: "Eunuch Wu can use it as long as it is good. I wonder when the emperor will see me again?"

As soon as the question was finished, Eunuch Wu smiled and said: "The little prince woke up from his afternoon nap and clamored to see the emperor. He is playing with the emperor right now. Please wait a moment, Lord Wei."

Wei Yunheng sighed and said, "Thank you, Eunuch Wu, I understand."

During the conversation, the court lady brought tea and snacks, and eunuch Wu said goodbye after two more greetings. Wei Yunheng picked up the tea cup and put it down again. The picture scroll was melted, and no one looked at it after entering the door for a while.

"Changfeng, long time no see." Yu Niang came out from the hall, wearing a high bun in palace attire, glamorous and moving.

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