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In the spring of the next year, Mo Qingbei went to Beijing to give lectures to the prince.

The little prince has just turned five years old, which is the best age to fool around. Mo Qingbei plays tricks in the study every day, takes the child to lie on the glazed tiles to bask in the sun, and enjoys the gossip of Sangong Sixth Courtyard by the way.Which concubines are vying for favor these days, which adults are filling their own pockets, Caishikou was beheaded again a few days ago, and there is a piece of priceless ice jadeite in the minister's house that was confiscated.

"So remember, Your Highness, don't turn on the lamp to read at night. The original owner of the emerald just died, so there might be ghosts in the middle of the night." Mo Qingbei said seriously.

The little prince had originally remembered Er Niang's teachings, he had to study hard and work very hard every day.Being so frightened by Mo Qingbei, he ran out of the study every day after class, refusing to read more, Master Mo finally saved the time to work overtime to accompany the study.

The little prince is too young, and he hasn't had time to be a precocious boy, so he will believe whatever he says.If the husband said to bask in the sun, then he would bask in the sun; if the husband said that what Mr. Li said this morning was nonsense, then it was all nonsense; A shop was open in the capital, and the little prince sent people to support it, and the dim sum placed in the study was always rolled by donkeys.

The master also said that it is no longer advisable to go to the country and place more emphasis on Taoism than weaponry. Only by getting rid of the accumulated troubles of people's hearts and learning Western skills can the country be prosperous.

But Mr. said that you can’t say this, so don’t say it, but you have to remember it.

Master Mo comes to class every day, and likes to eat dim sum and wine from the Imperial Dining Room. As a result, he has been eating bean noodle rolls for a month. Since then, he has been allergic to soybeans, and he will walk around his shop whenever he sees them.

Occasionally the Holy Majesty would check the prince's homework, Mr. Mo is very good at dealing with everyone, he packed up the great principles of the sages and wrote a few cheat sheets, and asked the little prince to recite a few sentences every day. A word of praise.

Later, the emperor fell ill and stopped checking the little prince's homework, and the master and apprentice were free. Lord Mo was very happy, and excitedly pulled out the tail feathers of his own white crane, tied a shuttlecock, and took it to the palace for kicking.

Over the past few months, the little prince Li Yi didn't learn much poetry and books, and he had to memorize beautiful words, which cost a lot of money. He looked like a cross talk talker, and he had tooth decay from eating too much sweets.

But the shuttlecock is played very well.

Chai Shuxin watched for a while, then commented: "It's rare."

"It's quite rare." Mu Gesheng felt the same way: "I never imagined that the master could teach such an honest and obedient student. The second child will demolish the house at this age."

"I'm not referring to this." Chai Shuxin said: "He always gives Mr. a lot of wine."

"I understand what you mean." Mu Gesheng said with a smile: "My little senior brother should have discovered that when master drinks too much, he likes to tell the truth."

Mr. Mo when he was drunk was different from when he was sober. He talked a lot while drunk, but his vision was far-reaching, and every word was clear.

"Mr. should have seen his intentions. This student is worth teaching."

"That is." Mu Gesheng said: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have plucked the feathers of my white crane for him to play with."

One day, Mo poured out a cup to rest and take a bath. He didn't go to the palace to go to class. He was leisurely feeding fish and amusing birds in his yard. Suddenly, someone came to report that there was a visitor.

Mo Qingbei's eyelids twitched, and when he went out, he saw that it was the little prince in private clothes.

"Why is Your Highness here?" Mo Qing cupped and said, "If you want to buy some snacks, you can go to the street that turns right when you go out. Donkeys are not allowed to roll around in the minister's house."

The little prince obviously left the palace secretly, with a worried expression on his face, "Father's royal study room is very noisy today, and the whole palace is not peaceful. I thought it would be quieter here, sir, so I disturbed you without authorization."

In recent years, there have been constant wars, and there will be another big war after the summer. The emperor is hesitant to decide whether to fight or not.Sometimes Mo Qingbei and the little prince would lie on the roof and listen to the morning court, while a group of ministers would quarrel like chickens whose nests had exploded.

"Your Highness has been working very hard recently, and it is indeed time to take a break and combine work and rest." Mo Qingbei nodded when he heard this, took him to the backyard, and gave him a crane, "Take it and play."

The little prince is not as tall as a crane, and a few big white birds formed a circle, looking down at him, wondering whether it is a man playing with a crane or a crane playing with a man.

"Your Highness doesn't like it?" Seeing this, Mo Qingbei said, "Why don't you see which one you like, and I will ask the kitchen to cook it for you as an extra meal."

Several white cranes ran away immediately, the little prince was startled, and even said no.

"If you don't have fun and don't eat or drink, wouldn't you go out of the palace for nothing?" Mo Qingbei waved his fan, "Or is it that His Highness actually has other business?"

The little prince was obviously taken into consideration, and it took him a long time before he hesitated to speak: "...I would like to ask sir your opinion on the situation of the battle."

Mo Qingbei often listened to the morning court with him, but just drank and pointed at the ministers by the way. Lord Wang got fat again, and Lord Zhao married a new concubine. .

Mo Qingbei smiled: "What's your Highness's opinion?"

The little prince thought for a while, and said: "Father said that the world is fundamental, not in Haikou, but in the capital. However, Mr. Hanged a map of my dynasty in the study. Haikou and the capital are very close, and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold."

He considered it for a while, and summoned up his courage to say: "Although the situation in the court is unclear, delays in the situation of the battle are the most taboo, so we should make a decisive decision at this time."

This is tantamount to telling the fault of his father, turning his elbow outward. It seems that Mo Qingbei's brainwashing education is very successful.

"Since Your Highness thinks so." Mo Qingbei touched his chin, "You can just speak directly to Your Majesty."

The little prince immediately shrank his neck, obviously not daring.

The forces in the DPRK and China are intricately intertwined, and one pull can affect the whole body.Although the little prince is young, he also understands that the matter is serious, and if one word is careless, the consequences may be disastrous.

Mo Qingbei tapped the folding fan in his hand, thought for a while, and said, "If that's the case, let me do it for you."

Mr. Mo has no relatives, no cliques, knowledge but no ambitions, has always been kind to others, and is a clear stream in both courts and middlemen.As soon as his memorial was released, it really caused quite a splash.

The emperor inspected the little prince's homework, then called Mo Qingbei to the imperial study room, and really praised him.Finally, with a big wave of his hand, because of his meritorious teaching, he will be rewarded with a one-month rest.

To praise and criticize secretly, saying that it is a reward, is tantamount to thinking behind closed doors.The emperor's words were punctuated inside and out, Mo Qingbei was just the prince's lecture, as a courtier, he should abide by his duty.

Master Mo has been playing with the wind for more than ten years, and this is the first time that he has overstepped the rules.

The little prince seemed to understand but half understood, and after his father left, he hesitated and asked Mo Qingbei if he had done something wrong.

"Your Highness is right." Mo Qingbei sighed, "It's just that His Highness is still young, and there are some things that His Highness is not yet ready for."

"so what should I do?"

"A few days ago, I gave a lesson to His Highness about the Book of Changes." Mo Qingbei squatted down and looked at him at the same level, "The first line of Qian Gua, what is the line?"

The little prince said softly: "Don't use Qianlong."

"I'm not here for a few days, Your Highness should not climb to the roof to listen to the corner, or you may break your leg." Mo Qing cupped and rubbed the little prince's head, "Come to my house to play when you have time, and I will burn a crane for you. "

During the month when Mr. Mo was resting, the enemy army invaded Beitang. Due to the uncertainty of the imperial court and the war, he lost a good opportunity to wipe out the enemy, and Dagu fell.

In the following month, Tianjin was broken, and the capital was in danger.

Although the people in the court were panic-stricken, Master Mo dutifully entered the palace to give lectures to the prince after his rest.As soon as the master and apprentice met, they spoke at the same time——

The little prince: "Excuse me, sir, what else can I do now?"

Mo Qingbei: "Excuse me, Your Highness, do you have any wine today?"

The palace is under martial law recently, the little prince can't sneak out, and Mo Qingbei has to go through a lot of trouble to get in, so I really miss not going to the imperial dining room to steal wine for a month.

The little prince took out an altar of Taixibai from under the desk, hugged it in his arms, and stared at Mo Qingbei, obviously he would not let go until he answered.

Mo Qingbei sighed, and said in his heart that the palace is really threatening, but after not seeing each other for a month, his students have learned to threaten the teachers.

He rubbed his belly melancholy, and picked up the little prince who was sitting in front of the desk.

"Your Highness, please follow me."

Mo Qingbei didn't take the little prince anywhere, but just went to the garden where the royal family used to spend their summer vacation, and the master and apprentice wandered around for a whole day.

The little prince didn't understand, but the wine had already been taken away by Mo Qing's cup, and the other party drank it all, lying on the lakeside to take a nap, with cicadas buzzing in his ears, he couldn't wake him up.

The wind and lotus in Quyuan, the spring scenery in Wuling, the scenic spot of Fanghu, and the peace of Wanfang.

The beautiful scenery in the garden was like clouds, he walked alone for a long time, and finally fell asleep by the lake, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the desk in the study, with the smell of wine on his clothes.

In October, the battle situation was urgent, the capital fell, and the emperor left in a hurry.

After the allied forces captured the Old Summer Palace, burned, killed and looted, the century-old garden was burned.

On the night of the fall of the capital, Mo Qingbei blasted the white cranes in the backyard into the sky, changed into light casual clothes, went to the outskirts of the city to drink a pot of wine, and then walked into the Yuanmingyuan amid continuous artillery fire.

He walked straight into Wenyuan Pavilion, walked up to the roof, and took a book from the cabinet.

A voice sounded from behind, "Lord Mo."

Mo Qingbei paused, then turned around, "Heaven's fortune teller."

"Today is destined to meet Master Mo." The little novice stood at the stairs, wearing a blue cassock, holding a scroll in his hand, "I don't know why Master Mo came here?"

"The gunfire is too noisy, I can't sleep at night, come and read some idle books." Mo Qing cupped the bookcase in his hand, "What about you?"

"My little monk came to pick up a calligraphy by Zhao Mengfu." The little novice clasped his hands together, "I have heard that Wenyuan Pavilion is famous for a long time, so I came here to take a look.

One of the seven complete books in the Siku is hidden in Wenyuan Pavilion, with a total of [-] volumes, which is a grand view of classics.

He looked around, "Qianlong, Emperor Gaozong of the Qing Dynasty, ordered people to imitate Tianyi Pavilion in Ningbo and build a large library called Wenyuan Pavilion. The books are wrapped in soft silk on the back, tied with silk ribbons, and made of nanmu. The front page is stamped with 'Wenyuan Pavilion Treasure' and 'Ancient Son of Heaven' seals, and the last page is stamped 'Old Summer Palace Treasure' and 'Xintian Master' seals."

Mo Qingbei raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"What the monk means is that this copybook is very good." The little novice said with a smile, "Lord Mo has lied to the world, less than a year after he entered Beijing, all the books in the pavilion have been stolen."

As he spoke, he looked at the bookcase in Mo Qingbei's hand, "If the monk's guess is correct, this should be the last original copy hidden in the pavilion?"

"To each other." Mo Qingbei shrugged, "You steal your paintings, I take my books."

The little novice bowed slightly, "It's very fortunate that the treasure of the country was saved by Mr. Mo."

"Your praise is based on my own strength, but it's nothing more than a tiny bit." Mo Qingbei tilted his head and looked at the little novice monk, "God's fortune, I have a question."

"Master Mo, please speak."

"British and French allied forces entered the city. It is estimated that this garden will be burned soon, but you only came to take a piece of Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy?" Mo Qing cupped and said: "The seven schools of thought are known as the helm of all living beings, and the building is about to fall. Now The Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens will be burned, and you don't care?"

The little novice smiled, "There was Abang Palace back then, but now it is Yuanmingyuan. It is not uncommon for the dynasty to change."

"But this is not just a simple change of dynasty, is it?" Mo Qingbei said: "I think it is more appropriate for you to replace it with the subjugation of the country and the extermination of the species. I recently learned a new word called colony."

The little novice thought for a while, and said: "Master Mo, you have entered the world and are in the middle of the game, so it is not convenient for me to speak out about many things."

"Then trouble you to say it in a roundabout way."

The little novice smiled helplessly, "Since you know that the seven families of the Zhuzi have common people in their hearts, have you ever thought about why the Changshengzi drove you down the mountain?"

Mo Qingbei was slightly taken aback.

"Turning the tide, you are already at the helm."

It took Mo Qingbei a long time before he said, "But when I said that I wanted to enter the court, you didn't seem to agree."

"My little monk just wanted to see your determination." The little novice tilted his head, "I didn't expect Master Mo to be not only an official, but also a good teacher."

"Are you praising me or scolding me?"

"It's an encouragement." The little novice said, "Lord Mo is entrusted with the destiny and has a long way to go."

"Can I quit this job?" Mo Qingbei's first reaction was to refuse, "I'll go back to Penglai tomorrow and go to cultivate immortality honestly."

"The fate has come down, now Mr. Mo is the key person, don't refuse." The little novice said slowly with a string of copper coins in his hand: "Penglai has already rejected the fate once, and missed a good opportunity, which led to the chaos in the world today. Board."

"Penglai rejected the destiny once? When did it happen?"

"More than 200 years ago, the fortune teller of the previous generation obtained a divination, and asked Penglai to send a disciple down the mountain to become an official in the court." The little novice said: "If the Qing army failed to enter the pass at that time, the world may be in a different situation today. .”

Mo Qingbei was silent for a moment, and said, "Heavenly Suanzi, I think you may have found the wrong person. I am an official just for fun, and I am a soft-spoken person. I was almost dismissed a while ago, so I can't help you much."

"Since he is in his position, he will seek his own government." The little novice said with a smile: "If it is really just for fun, why bother with that memorial?"

"Why do you know everything?" Mo Qingbei frowned, "I really don't like raising children, and I'm just over 100 years old."

"The emperor's time has come, and there is only one son under his knees, and your student will not be a child soon." The little novice bowed and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Mo, the new emperor succeeds to the throne, and you are the crown prince Shaofu. "

Mo Qingbei was so startled that he almost fell down the stairs.

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The wind and lotus in Quyuan, the spring scenery in Wuling, the scenic spot of Fanghu, and the peace of Wanfang——belonging to the Forty Scenes of Yuanmingyuan