Reincarnation of the powerful minister

In the wing room, there is a table with a large jar of wine, and the two drink each other across the table.

"Come on, once you get drunk, you will relieve your worries. After you get drunk and cry, you will feel at ease. Life is still long. Go forward, look forward, and let's not look back." Han Ben poured wine for Yin Fu.

Yin Fu drank a few big bowls, his face was flushed, and he was six or seven points drunk.

Han Ben drank with him, pouring bowl after bowl.

"I can't drink anymore... I'm dizzy, I really—" Yin Fu lay on the table, his eyes were blurred and out of focus, and he looked like he was drunk, and he muttered in his mouth.

Han Ben stared blankly for a while, then leaned his upper body forward, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Yin...Fu."

The wine jar is a special upper and lower layer. According to the mechanism manipulated by the wine pourer, it is determined whether the upper layer or the lower layer is poured.The upper layer is normal, and the lower layer is mixed with daphne flower juice.

Datura datura, which can anesthetize and relieve pain, is used with caution by surgeons because of its toxicity.Han Ben discovered that besides anesthesia, Yangjinhua can also weaken people's willpower, and the dosage can be controlled, so it can be used as a truth-telling medicine.In the past in the Jingbei Army fighting against the various tribes in the Northern Desert, he used the daphnia flower juice he prepared to extract intelligence from many prisoners.A small portion of it is runaway gibberish, but most of it is truth.

"What is your purpose in coming to Prince Yu's Mansion?"

"Come and find... find..."

Han Ben darkly, leaned closer and listened carefully.

"Find...a place to settle down..."

Han Ben relaxed his heartstrings, took the opportunity to pinch Yin Fu's soft face, and continued to ask: "What were you doing just now?"

"Drink...I can't drink anymore...don't drink..."

"Before drinking, why did you get hurt?"

"Practicing for a while... Coughing up blood... I miss my parents, parents..."

Han Ben really wanted to rub the back of the boy's head comfortingly, but he still hardened his heart and continued to ask: "My lord has been sick for the past few days, what's the matter?"

Yin Fu muttered "what's the matter" repeatedly, but suddenly fell silent and slid down the edge of the table.

Han Ben was worried about the onset of the poison, so he quickly embraced his limp body, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured the antidote into his mouth.

Yin Fu's cheeks and neck were flushed, and he frowned uncomfortably.Han Ben sat on the ground, resting the back of his head on his arms, waiting for the antidote to take effect.The faces of the two are very close, and the breath can be heard.

Han Ben was a little distracted, hesitating whether to lower his face even more.

At this time, Yin Fu suddenly opened his eyes.

These are not a pair of eyes at all, but the vortex on the sea surface of the night, the stars spinning in the sky, the invisible and huge gravitational force instantly sucks people's consciousness into it, whirls, tears, and stirs into an indistinguishable chaos.

Han Ben was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and seemed to have stopped breathing.

Yin Fu curled his lips mockingly, grabbed his skirt and pulled it off, whispering in his ear: "Han Ben, you fell in love with Yin Fu at first sight. You believe in him, love him, and are willing to do anything for him."

Han Ben's body vibrated in Yin Fu's hands, as if he wanted to break free from the ecstasy.

Yin Fu didn't respond, but repeated these two sentences over and over again in his ear.His voice was soft and deep, and there seemed to be some kind of strange rhythm hidden between his words, which was similar to the sound of the crane bone flute.

Han Ben gradually calmed down and became a stone sculpture again.

Yin Fu smiled with satisfaction.The Nightmare Art combined with Fascinating Soul Feiyin works surprisingly well, but it is also thanks to the fact that the commander of the guards has a crush on him, otherwise "creating something out of nothing" would be much more difficult than "adding fuel to the fire".

He withdrew his exercises, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, Han Ben suddenly woke up. He only felt that he was absent-minded for a while, and he didn't notice anything strange.

He looked down at the sleeping young man in his arms, and rubbed the dimples on the other's cheeks with his thumbs, with imperceptible affection in his movements.He carried Yin Fu to the bed, took off his shoes, socks and coat, covered him with a quilt, and left the room with the wine jar.

In the tightly closed apse, Emperor Jing Long shook off King Yu's hand vigorously, and the dagger flew to the wall, piercing into the wood with a sound of "Duo".

When Jin Yiwei heard the wind of the sword, he was startled and suspicious, but he didn't dare to rush in because of the oracle, so he asked loudly outside the temple door: "Humble post, stand by!"

The emperor raised his voice and said, "Nothing."

There was silence outside the hall again.

The emperor turned to King Yu and ordered: "Heal your illness first, and then apologize to Su Yan. As for how he punishes you, whether he will forgive you or not depends on his own wishes. After that, except for official contacts, you are not allowed to Harass him again."

King Yu was not angry, and smiled with some sarcasm: "The same pursuit of the sweetheart, why is it called favoring the emperor's brother, but harassment when coming to the minister's brother? Sure enough, there are differences in respect and inferiority, so there is no need to reason. Otherwise, the emperor's brother will directly issue an imperial decree." , Canonize him as a concubine, no matter how absurd the younger brother is, he will never take action against his sister-in-law."

"Stop messing around!" The emperor took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "If he is willing to accept it, it is called pursuit. If he is not willing, it is harassment. Do you have any objections? If you have any objections, go to the golden mace left by the late emperor! Then don't give it to me." What did I do to make my heart clear, and I just broke your legs, so that you can't get out of the house!" After speaking, he walked away.

The door of the palace was wide open, and the Jin Yiwei who had been waiting in full force finally breathed a sigh of relief and surrounded Sheng Jia back to the palace.

King Yu was alone in the dark bedroom, sitting motionless on the edge of the bed.

The servants in the mansion looked around for a while, and saw that the charcoal basin had already been extinguished, and the hall was as cold as an ice cellar.In the end, I couldn't help it, and without waiting for the prince's order, I hurried in to add charcoal fire, tidy up the wine jar, make the bed again, and light up the lamps and candles.

"Is Ah Ji asleep?" King Yu suddenly asked.

The maid replied: "Going back to the prince, he is still awake and playing with the nanny. Do you need a servant to bring the son over?"

King Yu was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it, let him continue to play. You all pack up and go out, and leave this king alone."

The maids waited for him to bathe and change clothes, bandage his wounds, and then closed the palace door again after retreating.

After drinking the medicine prepared by the imperial doctor, King Yu lay on the bed, smelling the faint incense of tranquility in the golden beast incense burner, his mind gradually cleared up.He slowly pondered:

I have been haunted by nightmares and flute sounds in dreams for five or six days.During the two nights spent in Shuixie, I didn't have any nightmares, and my symptoms eased a lot.why?

Is it because the water pavilion is located in the middle of the great lake, surrounded by open spaces, and outsiders cannot approach it?

If it is, then it means that the sound of the flute is not part of the dream, nor is it an auditory hallucination, but man-made.

who is it?Who is playing tricks behind the scenes, arousing his emotions, confusing his consciousness, and what is his plan?

King Yu suddenly remembered that just now when he and the emperor were together behind closed doors, they also vaguely heard the sound of the flute.So much so that when he had a conversation with the emperor, he almost couldn't control it several times, wanting to explode and use killing and blood to quell the anger.

The moment when the sense of loss of control was strongest was when the emperor exposed the mutiny in the army ten years ago. His heart was shaken, and when he staggered back and sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers touched the hilt of the dagger under the pillow.

Once he drew his sword at that moment, it wasn't a confession, but...he didn't dare to think about it any further.

King Yu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, jumped up from the bed, rushed to the door of the palace, and shouted: "Where is Han Ben? Tell him to come here!"

Yu Jia didn't come back for a long time, the chief secretary was so nervous that he couldn't eat, and he didn't dare to leave after the key was released at the palace gate, so he led a team of imperial guards to guard Jingyun gate.It was almost Xu time, and finally saw Jin Yiwei escorting Long Yu from the middle of the outer court to the inner court in the light of the torch, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly reopened the palace gate.

After winter, the emperor seldom stayed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but spent more time in the Dongnuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace. Red plums were planted all over the pavilion, which was suitable for enjoying the snow.

The dinner that I made before was cold, and Lan Xi tried to get the imperial dining room to redo it.The emperor stopped and said: "There is no need to bother everyone, I am not too hungry, just have some stomach-warming soup."

The Holy One was sympathetic to the palace people, but the imperial dining room did not dare to be negligent, and entered a "Fushouquan" that had been boiled carefully for a long time, with abalone, sea cucumber, fish lips, scallops, tendons, sheep elbows, pigeon eggs, flower mushrooms, etc. gathered into a jar Thick stewing, adding broth and old wine, simmering over a slow fire, the meat is fragrant.

The emperor drank a spoonful of the soup and praised: "It is rich and delicious, meaty but not greasy, and the taste is delicious."

Lan Xi took the opportunity to flatter her: "This is a famous dish in my servant's hometown. I specially asked someone to copy the recipe and let the cooks in the imperial dining room learn how to make it. The ingredients in the palace are of high quality, and it smells better than the one at home."

"By the way, your ancestral home is Fuzhou. I remember that Su Yan and you are from the same hometown?"

"It is indeed from the same hometown."

"Has he ever eaten this 'Fu Shou Quan'?"

The emperor asked a strange question, but Lan Xi understood, and the smile lines on his face deepened, "I must have eaten it in my hometown, but I don't know after arriving in the capital. However, when Su Shaoqing had a meal in the palace, he chatted with the slaves about food and drink." Speaking of this dish, he said that it is called 'Fushouquan' to celebrate the festival, but it lacks some charm, so it should be called 'Buddha Jumping Wall'."

"How to say?"

"Su Shaoqing said, 'The altar is full of meat and fragrance, and the Buddha hears the abandonment and jumps over the wall'."

The emperor smiled and said, "What a 'Buddha Wenqi Zen Jumping Over the Wall'! Even the Buddha couldn't help breaking the precepts, isn't it delicious meat? It will be called 'Buddha Jumping over the Wall' from now on."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered what King Yu said earlier, which was sarcasm: If you are alive, if you can’t love, live yourself as a heartless god, even if the world is in your hands, what’s the point?

The Buddha even smelled the incense and abandoned Zen, so why should I, the emperor of the world, be so restrained and self-disciplined to the point of treating myself harshly?

Emperor Jinglong pondered endlessly.

Lan Xi added a few spoonfuls of hot soup to the imperial bowl, and reminded: "Eat it while it's hot, it's not good for your stomach when it's cold."

With a bowl of Donglan Momi, the emperor entered half of the altar and Buddha jumped over the wall, before he put down his chopsticks satiated.Lan Xi was also very happy to see that the emperor had a big appetite, eating more than the usual dozens of dishes on a table.

"What are the arrangements in the palace tomorrow?" the emperor asked.

"Tomorrow is the second day of the lunar new year. It's nothing serious. All the empresses are begging to go home to visit their relatives."

"Going back to my parents' house on the second day of junior high school, it should be, let them all go. Stay a few more days, and come back to watch the lights on the fifteenth day."

Lan Xi responded with a smile, and said: "Today, the young master and Su Shaoqing were ordered to go to Honglu Temple to investigate the case. I don't know how it is going. Will the emperor want Su Shaoqing to enter the palace for interrogation tomorrow?"

If you want to know how the case is progressing, you can go to the East Palace and call the prince to ask.But Eunuch Lan seems to have suffered from half amnesia, and just can't remember this.

What's more subtle is that the emperor followed his train of thought and nodded in agreement: "Call him to come tomorrow at Shenshi."

"The emperor wants to keep Su Shaoqing for dinner?" Lan Xiwen knew all about it, "Why don't the servants order the imperial dining room to prepare this Buddha jumping over the wall tomorrow night, so that he can also taste the long-lost hometown flavor."

The emperor acquiesced in the middle of his heart.

While drinking Xiaoshi tea, I asked abruptly: "Do you know the allusion of 'Zhuang Gong raises disasters'?"

Lan Xi had a humble attitude: "Although this servant has studied in the palace school, she is a vulgar person who became a monk halfway through. I beg the emperor to enlighten me."

The emperor said slowly: "During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zheng Zhuanggong was not loved by his mother Wu Jiang. Wu Jiang loved his second son, Shu Duan, so he asked Zhuang Gong for him as a fief. The officials advised that Jingyi was bigger than the capital. It is not suitable as a fiefdom, and it may be detrimental to the monarch. Duke Zhuang refused to accept it, saying that he did not dare to oppose his mother's request."

Lan Xi thought about it, and said, "Zheng Zhuanggong is a filial son, but Wu Jiang's love for Uncle Duan is obviously beyond the norm. After this... what will happen?"

"Uncle Duan expanded his fiefdom without authorization and refused to obey the king's order. The courtiers repeatedly advised Zheng Zhuanggong to punish his younger brother. But Zhuanggong said, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will kill yourself. He will kill himself. Just watch. There is still no response. Lift."

Lan Xi hissed, "Duke Zheng Zhuang is too kind. Uncle Duan has his mother Wu Jiang backing him, so he can't do anything more? Maybe he will offend the king further in the future. Doesn't Duke Zhuang really care or worry?"

"A few years later, Shuduan repaired the city walls, recruited troops, made armors, weapons and chariots, and prepared to attack the capital of Zheng State in a surprise attempt to seize the throne. Wu Jiang planned to meet him in the capital and open the city gates for him. After Zheng Zhuanggong heard about it, he ordered: You can do it. So he sent troops to attack Shuduan. Shuduan was unpopular, and he was defeated repeatedly, and finally fled to another country and died in a foreign land."

Lan Xi was stunned: "It's a good idea to make a move, but if it doesn't come out, it will be a blockbuster."

The emperor smiled slightly and said, "Why did Zheng Zhuanggong know that his younger brother has bad intentions, but still ask for what he wants for so many years?"

Lan Xi suddenly replied: "It's intentional to create disasters. Make a small disaster into a big disaster, and only by eradicating it can you become a famous teacher."

"It's not just that the teacher is famous. When the disaster is grown enough, you will know how deep its root system is, and how huge its connections are. Only then can it be uprooted, and the main evil and its party members can be completely eradicated. "

Lan Xi nodded in agreement, but there was still one thing she couldn't figure out: One moment the emperor was talking about summoning Su Yan to give him a meal, but the next moment he was talking about the allusion of Zhuang Gong raising disasters?

But after all, he has served the emperor for many years, always pondering the holy will, knowing that it is not appropriate to ask again.

The emperor put down the teacup, stood up and said, "Courtiers can take their annual leave, but I can't. Go and get the map of Nine Sides."