Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The Marquis of Xian'an welcomed Concubine Wei Gui, who was visiting relatives and paying New Year's greetings.

Now even Mrs. Qin couldn't sit still anymore, and asked her eldest son: "What's the matter, didn't you just come here on the day of offering sacrifices to the stove, why did you come here again before you returned to the palace for a few days?"

Concubine Wei was very sincere in front of her mother, and she didn't want all the delicate things in the palace, and replied angrily: "I don't know which bitch among the three concubines suggested that returning to her mother's house on the second day of the first lunar month is a national ceremony. , the concubines should not be the only ones left out. The emperor sympathized with them, so he ordered the concubines to return to their mother's house for a few days, and said that they could return to the palace before the lanterns were lit on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Mrs. Qin frowned and said: "Occasionally concubines visit their relatives to visit their sick relatives. It's unprecedented to dismiss the harem for half a month like this! What does the emperor mean?"

"What do you mean, what else can you mean? The harem has been dry for several months, and there hasn't been a single drop of rain. I'm afraid the dew will all be poured on the male vixen's head! No, after I return to the palace, I have to talk to my aunt. The king of the country, don't worry about multiplying the heirs, is it okay to be so close to Longyang?"

"Don't be in a hurry to go to the Queen Mother to talk about it." Mrs. Qin persuaded, "My sister is the first-class protector in the world. Son, daughter-in-law, niece, who is closer or farther, who is close or distant? If you Once you sue your husband in front of your mother-in-law, it will be over!"

Concubine Wei was not stupid, she immediately realized: "Yes, I shouldn't sue this situation. It would be better if the Empress Dowager saw it with her own eyes, or the courtiers played the impeachment."

Mrs. Qin nodded: "The most important thing is to have evidence. Even if there is no evidence, there must be a reason for the attack, and the teacher is well-known."

Concubine Wei said: "Yes, so after I left the palace, I also ordered two clever maids to pay more attention to the movement of the emperor, to see if Su Yan took advantage of the gap to enter the palace to be favored. Mother and father , how did the discussion go?"

Mrs. Qin said: "Mr. He has come up with a plan, which is called dredging from the bottom of the pot."

"How to say?"

"Mr. Crane said that no matter how hot the king's favor is, it will become cold when it encounters new water, and it will easily burn out when the fire is too hot. It is not a concern. It is the prince and the country that really care about it.

"The emperor allowed the prince to listen to the government at the court meeting, allowed the prince to watch when approving the memorials, and even taught him how to handle government affairs - for the Wei family, these are the signals worth paying attention to. Because this is not only an experience for the prince, but also a start. Opened a channel to spy on the supreme power.

"The true love of an emperor is always power. There is the most delicate father-son relationship in the world between him and the prince closest to this power.

"The word 'reserve' has a profound meaning. It is not only the future successor, but also the biggest competitor at present. Just like staying in Nanjing as the capital, the same set of court team, it seems very safe to put it there as a backup, but if one day Nanjing The small imperial court suddenly has the potential to compete for the capital, and the official imperial court in Beijing is the first to tolerate it."

Concubine Wei's heart trembled when she heard this, and asked: "But Zhu Helin has been favored since he was a child, and he still looks heartless until now. I don't think the emperor is guarding against him at all."

Mrs. Qin smiled: "I also asked Mr. He this question."

Concubine Wei's curiosity was completely aroused, "How would he answer?"

"He said that a qualified emperor should guard against anyone. Do you think Jin is a qualified emperor?"

Concubine Wei was stunned, nodded silently, and said sadly: "When I delivered soup to the imperial study before, if the emperor was approving the papers, his first reaction would be to close the papers first, and never let me take a look."

"It seems that Mr. He is right. He also said that the unfavored prince is always worried about being abolished, and suffers a lot; the favored prince always has to find a balance between unstoppable ambition and prudence, which is another kind of torment." .Zhu Helin has been going smoothly since he was a child, as long as he is given enough embarrassing setbacks, he is likely to mess up his own way, making more and more mistakes, and eventually the father and son will be divorced."

"Frustration..." Concubine Wei pondered for a long time, but still had no idea, "He was naughty when he was young, and civil servants used to criticize him for being lazy, uneducated, and unruly. Later, he became thick-skinned and didn't take it seriously. In the past six months She has been more stable since then, except for running out of the palace from time to time, she has not made any major mistakes. Mother, where do you think I should start? I can't stop making small troubles like going to the East Palace to fill Longyang Chunhua. "

"That's why I said we have to draw out the bottom line."

"How?"

"Then you have to find out first, what is the 'salary' for the prince's pot?" Madam Qin lovingly patted the back of Guifei Wei's hand, "Let him lose what he cares most about."

The mother and daughter talked for nearly an hour, seeing Madam Qin's lack of energy and showing signs of fatigue, Concubine Wei took her leave and went back to her room to rest.

When passing by the court, I suddenly heard a woman screaming.

I saw a young maidservant rushing out from the path in the garden, dancing and patting her clothes while crying and shouting: "Get out! Get out! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Concubine Wei covered her nose with her sleeve and took two steps back, and the maids behind quickly stepped forward to protect her.A court lady shouted: "Bold maidservant! Dare to make loud noises in front of the empress, frighten Fengjia, come here, pull him down, the family will serve you!"

The jumping maid cried loudly and begged for her sins: "The mouse got into the collar of the slave, it wasn't intentional to make noise... Your Majesty, forgive me..."

Concubine Wei frowned and didn't look at her, and ordered: "It's so dirty. Take it away quickly, and clean up people and rats together."

Even if there is a servant of the Hou's mansion, he will step forward and mop the maidservant on the ground.The maid struggled and begged for mercy, and twisted so badly, a little mouse with sticky fur fell out of her trouser leg, rolled on the ground, and jumped up the steps in a panic.

The mouse was very small, as if it had just been born, but the maids screamed in fright, and backed away repeatedly to protect Concubine Wei.

The little mouse turned around and fled in another direction, dazedly bumping into a blue-black monk's shoe with a green edge on the bottom.

A white and thin hand came down from above, gently grabbed it, and held it in the palm.

Concubine Wei saw the appearance of the man opposite from the gap surrounded by the maids——

It was a young man with fine features, tall and tall, and his posture was as elegant as a white crane shining in the water.

He is wearing a quaint long gown, the plain white fabric has no decorations, only two lines of wild cursive ink characters are painted on it. After careful identification, there are two lines of poems: "Sometimes in dreams, the body turns into a crane, and countless grasses in the world become fireflies."

The long jet-black hair, without a crown or hairpin, cascades down the back like a waterfall, tied with a white rope near the end.

With loose hair, people at that time regarded him as a barbarian dress, or the attitude of a madman, but when placed on him, there was no disobedience or madness at all, on the contrary, he had a sense of immortality.

On the pillars on both sides, bright corner lamps emit a soft halo, covering a small paradise.

The Miaofa Heaven and Man in the cloud and mist clasped their palms together and said to her, "Imperial Concubine."

...He is Mr. Crane.Concubine Wei thought firmly, almost dazzled, as if her soul had been ripped out of her body, she was speechless.

"Good morning, ma'am."

Concubine Wei finally came back to her senses, and said in a panic, "You have a dirty mouse in your hand..."

Before she finished speaking, she wanted to bite the tip of her tongue - what kind of words were they talking, they didn't fit her identity at all, she really didn't know what to say!

The man smiled lightly, like the breeze under the forest, the mountains and the moon, "Buddha said that all living beings are equal. Humans are living beings, and so are rats. He also said that skins are only filthy. Since they are all dirty, it doesn't matter whether rats are dirtier or humans are dirtier." some."

Concubine Wei never liked to listen to monks and Taoists playing games, she felt that these monks didn't speak human language, but every word this man said was like the sound of heaven, and every word was beautiful.

She calmed down and asked, "May I ask layman Gao's name?"

The other party replied: "In the dream, the body is transformed into a crane, and the world is sent to a human body. In the end, I don't know whether it is a human or a crane. Just call him Mr. Crane."

Concubine Wei felt that this title was really suitable for him, since it was pure and wise.

Mr. He still clasped his palms together and said, "Can you give me this little mouse from the Hou family?"

Concubine Wei nodded immediately, guessing that he was compassionate and wanted to take the mouse and release it.If he had punished the servant girl too much, it would seem harsh in comparison, so he turned his head and ordered the servant: "Take this servant girl down, let her take a bath, change her clothes, and clean up."

The maid came out of desperation, choked with sobs and kowtowed to thank her.

Mr. He smiled: "Your Majesty has a high status, I shouldn't disturb you, so I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned around and walked away gracefully with his big sleeves.

Concubine Wei watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor in the cold winter night, and sighed long and bitterly.

"What's your order?" the maid asked cautiously.

"Go back to your room." Concubine Wei said, "Go and invite Ruan Hongjiao tomorrow."

Mr. He returned to the wing room where he lived, walked to the wardrobe in the corner, and opened the door.

At the bottom of the cabinet, there is a rattan box.

Brushed with tung oil, the old rattan is extremely tough and densely woven, the gaps are extremely small and can only breathe, and it is impossible to see what is inside from the outside.Mr. Crane told the servants who tidied up the room that there were scriptures in his collection, which were written in ink stained with blood by an eminent monk. They should not be wet or smashed, so as not to desecrate the Buddha.

The servants deeply believed that when they passed the closet, they would put their hands together and worship a few times devoutly.

Mr. He opened the mechanism lock on the box, opened a slit, and sent the little mouse in his palm inside, then closed the box lid and locked it again.

"All living beings suffer, and hell always exists." He sighed softly.

There was a very slight "squeak" from the box in response, and then there was no more sound.

Wulan Mountain in the hinterland of the Northern Desert is covered with wind and snow.

The huge body of the sacred tree was also covered with white snow, like a silent hill.

The old shaman wrapped a long ribbon around the tree trunk, and then beat the grabbing drum with a drumstick made of camel bone.

In between the low and solemn drums, he suddenly heard something, stopped the drums and listened carefully... It was a slight moan, as if a person—or a beast—had just woken up from a dead sleep.

The old shaman's cloudy eyes lit up, and he pushed his skateboard down to the stone house where he lived among the twisted tree roots.

Lying on the board was a burly figure covered in dark brown ointment.Every three days, when the ointment is completely dry and hard, the old shaman will knock it off with a drumstick, and then apply a thick layer of fresh ointment.He has painted it thirty times so far.

The groaning sound came from this clay figurine.

The old shaman still used the drumstick to beat the dry and hard outer shell familiarly, and as the pieces of the ointment fell off, the inner skin was peeled off little by little.

It was a very peculiar complexion, darker than tea-brown, lighter than charcoal black, oily and lustrous.

The tree-shaped tattoo that was originally entrenched on the abdomen changed from black to blood red, and the branches climbed and spread to the chest and back, occupying almost the entire body except for the shoulders.The tree roots also extend from the lower abdomen to the two thighs, making the posture even more majestic.

The old shaman touched Altan's new tattoo, quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.

The only thing that disrupted the overall sense of coordination was the ribbon wrapped around his left arm.

The ribbon was so dirty that it couldn't see its color. After it was untied, the skin below it showed a lighter complexion because not enough ointment had penetrated into it. It looked like a snake had shed a few laps of skin.

"I told you earlier, it will be ugly." The old shaman muttered.

Altan slowly opened his eyes.The color of his pupils is also completely different from before, from the slightly yellowish peridot color in gray-green to bright and rich pure gold.

Obviously still the original body and facial features, but it seems to have become another person.

"...How long have I been asleep?" He asked in a low voice with a dry and hoarse voice like gravel.

The old shaman squeezed some green juice into his mouth and replied, "Three months, earlier than I expected."

Altan swallowed the juice, and his voice became smoother, "Has the poison on my body been cured?"

"It's cured." The old shaman said, a sly light flashed in his eyes, "but don't forget, there is a kind of poison on your body, blood poison, which cannot be cured by ointment."

Altan sat up, his eyes a little blank: "What blood poison?"

"Oh, you forgot this." The old shaman was not surprised, and explained again, "Your tattoo has seeped into another person's blood. So that person must be your partner. Within three years after your recovery , if you don’t get that person’s body and mind, if you don’t both kneel in front of the sacred tree and make a wish to be united, that person’s blood will become a deadly poison with no solution, and you will die.”

Altan sneered: "Liar."

"You can try it. Don't come to me again after three years, I can't do anything." The old shaman said.

After a moment of silence, Altan got up, stood naked, and looked at his body.

"I've lost a lot of weight."

"Of course, you didn't move for three months and lived only on berries and broth. I find it incredible that you can still stand up now."

Altan walked out of the narrow stone door and onto the snowy ground.He scooped up the snow on the ground and wiped his whole body vigorously until his skin was completely cleansed and slightly warmed before he put on the clothes he took off three months ago.

His trousers and robe were frozen stiff, and he shrugged nonchalantly and wrapped them around him.

When he was putting on the sleeves, he pointed to the circles of shallow marks on his left arm that looked like snakes' molts, and said, "I think there is something here, it should be a ribbon."

The old shaman handed over the dirty ribbon.

Altan tried to wash the ribbon in the glacier, but found that it was stained with ointment and turned dark green.He vaguely remembered that it was supposed to be light blue in color, with a leaf-shaped jade piece hanging from the end, but now that the jade piece has disappeared, the color cannot be restored.

Where did this ribbon come from?Looking at the shape and length, it looks like a hairband from the Central Plains.

Whose headband?Why is it wrapped around his arm...

There was a dull pain deep in his head, and Altan shook his wet white hair to get rid of the unpleasant sense of chaos and emptiness.

He said to the old shaman: "I want to go back to the Warabu. But I can't use this frail body to cross the snow field. I have to exercise my physical strength first."

The old shaman, who was only half tall, looked up at the young man who was as tall as a pile of stones, and said in his heart: weak body.

But he wasn't offended.Years of disabilities and aging rickets can't stop his soul from yearning for longevity.Every soul will eventually leave the body, where it will be eternal.

The old shaman said: "Then you need at least a month. During this period, you have to go hunting by yourself, so that you can eat meat."

Altan pulled out the scimitar he was wearing, looked at the still shiny blade, and asked casually: "The gazelle and red deer are too docile, should I eat wolves and bears so that I can recover my strength as soon as possible?"

The old shaman felt that after waking up, Altan seemed to have a somewhat different temperament from before, but it was difficult to explain exactly what the difference was in one or two sentences.

He said: "You can eat any wild animal you can hunt. This is a gift from the Changshengtian to the Oirats."

There was no food in the stone house, so Altan set off with a bow and arrow and a scimitar after drinking the last bowl of hare broth.

When it was dark, the old shaman lit a bonfire in front of the stone house, and while waiting, he cut branches as thick as teacups with a knife.

Before the sculpture was finished, Altan came back, dragging a Gobi bear that had been awakened from hibernation, with more than a dozen bloody scratches all over his body.

He put down the bear carcass, stabbed the scimitar into the ground, and gasped, "I've been lying down for too long."

The old shaman raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "The hemostatic ointment is ready, where you sleep. You peel the bear skin, cut the meat, and I will cook it."

Altan didn't object. He dragged the bear carcass to the nearby glacier, cleaned it up, and came back with the bear skin and a large piece of meat, taking a snow bath for himself along the way.

He went to give himself medicine.The old shaman cooks bear meat.

The wind and snow stopped.

Above the ice sheet, the sky at night is high and wide.Altan was lying beside the bonfire, and the galaxy was falling towards him, and he wanted to take it with his body.

He subconsciously stroked the hair tie wrapped around his arm, "Old Witch, I always feel like I forgot something."

"Forgot what?"

"A person."

"who is it?"

"……forgotten."

"If you forget, it means it's not important enough." The old shaman turned over the sizzling barbecue and spread spices without raising his head. "If it's important enough, you will remember it one day."

"Makes sense."

After a moment of silence, Altan asked again: "Old witch, can I become a shaman?"

The old shaman finally raised his wrinkled and drooping eyelids, and glanced at him, "Why, don't you want to be a warrior?"

"A warrior can be a shaman, and a shaman can be a warrior. Why can't I have more?"

"Well said, Golden Prince." The old shaman looked at him seriously, "You can call me master now."

"Master, how to become a shaman, do you need to recite some scriptures?"

The old shaman smiled, and sliced ​​off the roasted meat with a knife.He hummed in a hoarse voice:

"The scriptures without words,

It is taught by my master.

scriptures without books,

It is taught by my master.

scriptures without paper,

It is taught by my master. "

"Shamans don't have scriptures, only masters and disciples." The old shaman's voice was old and calm, "I once had a disciple. Later, he cut off my legs."

Altan stopped adding firewood to the fire, and said in a deep voice, "Teach me everything you know, and I will avenge you."