[Wuxia] On System Traversal Errors

"I'm glad you're back." The emperor lifted one side of his clothes and sat down on the bright yellow soft couch. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand. Calculating his age, Tan Taiyu is almost here now. At the age of 35, he seems to be busy with political affairs on weekdays, and his appearance seems to be as handsome as a few years ago, but after all, he looks a little more pale and tired. "I'm glad you survived."

Lin Ziqing finished the salute simply, "I was lucky enough to escape the situation of life and death, thanks to the great love of the Holy One."

"These six years..." The emperor hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Is your life outside the Great Wall good these few years?"

Lin Ziqing lowered his head to grind the lid of the cup of high-quality West Lake Longjing tea placed in front of him, and slowly rubbed it back and forth a few times. Rising slowly, "The scenery beyond the Great Wall is more magnificent than the Central Plains."

The emperor looked a little irritated and stretched out his hand to look at the table in front of him a few times, "Your life outside the Great Wall...is it a habit?"

Lin Ziqing held the cup of tea in front of him, and leaned forward to take a sip, "I'm used to the life in the army, besides, this matter can be regarded as yesterday's matter, so why bother all the saints yesterday?" Do more entanglement?"

The emperor was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly: "You usually look very reticent, but once you speak, there are few people who can surpass you in terms of eloquence."

The emperor then said: "If you have any questions to ask me, just ask them all at once."

Lin Ziqing pondered for a moment, "Your Majesty thinks Fu Zhongcheng is trustworthy?"

The emperor answered very quickly and sounded very decisive, "This man is treacherous and ambitious, so it is absolutely unbelievable." Before Lin Ziqing, who was opposite him, could speak again, the emperor said slowly, "Do you want to ask?" , why do I choose to reuse him when I know he is not trustworthy."

Lin Ziqing finally couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows slightly.

The emperor quickly said: "Although Fu Zongshu is not trustworthy, he can't die for the time being. Without Fu Zongshu, the faction of the nine uncles in the imperial court is bound to grow stronger, and this is exactly what I don't want to see a situation."

Lin Ziqing said: "Fu Zhongcheng...is not a character who can be easily grasped."

The emperor pondered for a moment, "It's a pity that Prime Minister Zuo died suddenly, and the only person under Prime Minister Zuo's knees who could be considered as close as a father and son was Fu Zongshu. Will not hold back."

Lin Ziqing said: "When I was outside the Great Wall, I once heard a good story told by the local herdsmen. If the Holy Majesty still has some spare time, you might as well listen to it."

The emperor raised his eyebrows with great interest, and then looked at the calm and composed courtier in front of him with a half-smile. Then the emperor raised his eyebrows and said in a somewhat lazy tone, "If you want to say it, feel free to say it and let me hear it."

Lin Ziqing said: "A local sheep herder once picked up a wolf cub, and took that wolf home."

The emperor continued to look at his valued courtier across the table with great interest.

"The herdsman's family did not have a dog to guard the sheepfold. The herdsman tied a rope around the neck of the wolf cub and raised the wolf as a dog. When the wolf grew up, it was very obedient and surprisingly docile, and would help the herdsman guard the sheepfold. Lin Ziqing held the teacup in his hand to his lips, and took another sip.

The emperor rubbed his forehead a few times and said, "It's kind of interesting."

After a pause, Lin Ziqing continued: "Until one day, the herdsman forgot to tie the wolf with a rope, forgot to give the wolf dinner, and fell asleep in the house."

The emperor followed suit and said casually, "And then? What about the herdsman?"

"The wolf felt very hungry and killed the sheep in the herdsman's sheepfold, but it was still very hungry. Finally, it rushed into the herdsman's hut and ate the herdsmen who were still sleeping." Lin Ziqing said. After a while, the two-way quiet eyes slowly moved to Tan Taiyu's face, and then slowly moved away after watching half a cup of tea, "A wolf is a wolf, he can never really be a wolf." Dogs. The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. My minister thinks that the herdsman raised wolves as a problem and underestimated the nature of wolves, and finally ended up buried in the belly of wolves. What does your majesty think?"

Lin Ziqing was seldom bold enough to say such words that were close to committing crimes. Now that he was able to say such words, it seemed that he really looked down upon Fu Zongshu.The emperor squinted his eyes, but he felt a little inexplicable in his heart. Lin Ziqing had only returned to Beijing for a few days, but looking at his appearance, he seemed to be jealous and disgusted with Fu Zongshu. It is rare to see Lin Ziqing, who has always been indifferent to emotions.

After hesitating for a while, the emperor finally waved his hand and said: "Fu Zongshu is still of great use to me. I will not bring up this matter again in the future. I will do it myself." After a moment's pause, he ordered again, "The war on the frontier has been almost idle for the past few years, and the hat of the general you wear in the future will probably have nothing to do. It just so happens that you still wear the hat of being a political adviser. I asked the sixth department to find you Do something, and when you return home, you will almost be able to see the person who came to report."

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After speaking a few words with the emperor in the Palace of Harmony, Lin Ziqing then turned around and went back to the General's Mansion, where he was dragged by the emperor to recount the past events, and the distribution of the parties in the court had a rough outline for a while. , is a blessing.

What is even more fortunate is that it has been six years since he left Beijing, and Tantaiyu still has a bit of affection for him as a monarch and his ministers. Sad look.Talented people are not scarce in the court. The emperor thought that anyone could be promoted, but Fu Zongshu was promoted.

Finally, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, although Tantaiyu was barely a good emperor, but... six years had passed since his self-willed temperament, and he hadn't changed a bit.

In the future, if things get bigger, I'm afraid it will be a very troublesome big thing again.

I was thinking about going to the Shenhou Mansion on the way, but I couldn't help but twitched my eyes when I saw the soft sedan parked in front of the palace gate, and finally walked around the soft sedan step by step at a leisurely pace. Walked back to the general's mansion.

After returning home,

Walking into the hall, he saw someone was already waiting in front of the hall. Seeing the familiar face of that person who had not seen him for several years, Lin Ziqing finally couldn't help but relax, "Why did you come here in person? Did you make a trip to my house?"

The person waiting in the hall for a long time was none other than Mu Ziyu, Minister of the Household Department, who was so kind to Lin Ziqing six years ago. When Lin Ziqing stepped into the front hall, he called out slowly, "Teacher."

Mu Ziyu carefully flipped through a stack of paper-like things in his hands. When he saw Lin Ziqing, his eyes seemed to be in a daze for a moment, and then he squinted his eyes and looked exactly like Maitreya. A benevolent yet treacherous smile waved to Lin Ziqing, "Good boy, I'm willing to come back."

Then Mu Ziyu continued to narrow his eyes and said: "If I had known that your life would be fatal, I would have wasted the few tears I left in front of your tablet with me." He turned the thing wrapped in a white cloth to the opposite side Lin Ziqing, who had just sat down, pushed in front of him.

Lin Ziqing hesitated to pick up the thing that was wrapped in white cloth, but it had some weight, it had edges and corners, and the weight...it was the weight of a block of wood.Lin Ziqing frowned involuntarily, "Teacher, this is..."

Mu Ziyu leisurely put down the green tea he had just sipped, "Your spirit seat."

Lin Ziqing: ...

Mu Ziyu said unhurriedly: "The news came in March five years ago, saying that General Lin was born for half a year without seeing anyone or dead. Someone set up this spiritual tablet for you, it is carved from high-quality agarwood, that wood is really precious."

"This is an official document sent to you by the Ministry of Rites. I went to sit with old man Chen in the Ministry of Rites for a while, and he sent me to bring it here with you." Mu Ziyu stroked his gray beard on his chin, Said, "Haven't you forgotten that you still wear the hat of being a political adviser, and later let the emperor kick you out of this idle position to the Ministry of Rites. This year's imperial examination is coming soon, and you will be pressured to be the chief judge .”

"In the early years, I was still my disciple, but now I am going to be a teacher for others. Do you think that most things in this world have changed too much? After all, it has been several years." Mu Ziyu took two shots I always valued the disciple's shoulder, and then walked out of the hall with a smile on my feet.

"Then what... What did Mr. Mu send to you, General?" Zhang He, who poked out his face laughingly from outside the door, rubbed his chin a few times, and finally couldn't help asking, "That old man...won't it be Mr. Mu who saw the things in the white cloth all the way so precious that he gave it to you, the general?"

Behind Zhang He was Yu Huang, who had always been taciturn all the way.

"General." Yu Huang saluted Lin Ziqing.

Lin Ziqing walked out of the front hall, thinking of sending Mu Ziyu all the way, he casually handed something wrapped in white cloth to Zhang He's hand, "What kind of thing is it?" Zhang He was curiously waiting Look carefully.General Lin's footsteps out of the front hall suddenly paused involuntarily, and then he said casually, but the tone sounded a little hesitant and erratic, "...the spiritual position."

Zhang He had already untied the white cloth at this time, and asked casually, "The spiritual seat? Whose?"

General Lin's voice seemed to be still erratic, "... mine."

Yu Huang, who always kept his back straight, heard that his right foot suddenly sprained, and he fell towards Zhang He beside him. Zhang He, who was already in a panic, almost dropped his things on the ground. After fiddling with his hands for a while, he finally held the tablet that had been untied from the white cloth in his hand with a fearful and cautious attitude that was almost pious, with a look that looked more like a smile than a smile. With a crying expression, a rare and strange expression, he murmured, "Hey, my true ancestor!"

Lin Ziqing: ...