The emperor is always bullied and crying [wearing books]

"Mrs. Lao is so considerate of the little one, and the little one is very grateful. I also ask Madam to make it clear that if the bad luck on the little one can be eliminated, it will be a good thing for the little one."

Gu Xuan's heart seemed to be tightened by something, and he was a little out of breath.

Zhao Wenjia, Zhao Wenjia!

What a wonderful Mrs. Dingbei.

I don't know how many times I can stand the toss?

What Zhao Wenjia wanted was for Gu Xuan to hand over the words in person, with a very gentle tone at the moment, as if it was really for Gu Xuan's good.

Said: "All the bad luck on your body is caused by your sins. If you can redeem your sins, you can also eliminate the bad luck. Your aunt and brother were killed by you. You should kneel in front of the Buddha day and night to ask for forgiveness. Furthermore For the death of your aunt and brother, blood is thicker than water, and you should be filial to them."

"It's just that you still have to be loyal to the master. In this way, after you leave the duty every day, go to the Buddhist hall at home to copy the scriptures. If you can copy thousands of scriptures a year, the Buddha will definitely eliminate your sins when he sees you sincerely repent. .”

Gu Xuan: "..."

Then there is no need to sleep.

People will boil themselves to death.

Even if you don't die, your body won't get any better.What's more, my body is so poor.

Taking modern times as an example, people who are still on the assembly line in large classes are often physically and mentally exhausted and on the verge of collapse.That's why there are so many news about factory workers jumping off buildings.

In modern times, he was a member of the capital coercion, fate made a joke, he wore a book, and now he is not coerced by capital, but oppressed by power.

Gu Xuan took a deep breath in his heart, and said in a steady tone: "Thank you, Ma'am, for your sake. I must work hard every night and dare not slack off, so as to redeem my sins as soon as possible."

Zhao Wenjia's goal was achieved, she gave a light "hmm" and said, "Since that's the case, you can go."

Gu Xuan kowtowed again, before resigning and leaving the house.

The Buddhist hall built by Dingbeibo's family is in the Zhuxiang Garden next to Tinglan Courtyard, Gu Xuan chose the path with few people to go to the Buddhist hall.

After walking for half an hour, we arrived at the Buddhist hall. There are verdant trees in the Buddhist hall, and a huge bodhi tree has a dense crown, with a red prayer ribbon hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.

Except for some sweeping servants, everything here is quiet, and there are occasional birdsong, making it more and more deep and cold.

The clouds in the sky have completely faded, and it seems that some transparent moons are hanging in the sky.

Gu Xuan walked towards the interior of the Buddhist hall, the sandalwood scent in the room rushed up like an invisible tentacle monster, and crazily got into his nostrils.

A golden body of Buddha is enshrined inside, and lotus lamps are lit on the incense table.

On the ground are several futons lined up one by one.

He stood in the empty and somewhat cold lobby. After standing for less than half a stick of incense, a servant heard the order from above and moved a low-leg coffee table in for Gu Xuan.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it, and a book of scriptures that is thicker than Gu Xuan's legs.

The tea table was placed in front of the futon.

There was no change on Gu Xuan's face.

Fingernails dug into the flesh.

He took a deep look at the coffee table and other things, and then looked at the Buddha who is merciful to the world.

People in the world pray to gods and Buddhas for their own peace of mind to comfort themselves or to find an excuse, and what they pray for is also their own desires.

Today he is going to kneel here to copy the scriptures, and he is not kneeling on the Buddha, but on the rough fate.

However, he knew that he would definitely stand up!No one wants to strangle him by the neck!

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The morning wind in March and April is still a bit cool, blowing on the body, it seems to wash away the entangled drowsiness in the bones.

Gu Xuan was walking beside the carriage, the wheels of the carriage were rolling, and some people had already got up early on the street, and gradually outlined the outline of the downtown in the morning.

Gu Lizhao came back a little late last night. He fell in love with a very charming actor at the banquet and enjoyed it a lot.If he didn't have to go to court today, he didn't want to come back last night.

Dozing off in the carriage now.

Bao Doumi and Chen Xiaogen looked at Gu Xuan, and couldn't help showing a little worried look on their faces, because Gu Xuan was a little shaky when he walked, and his eyes were very bloodshot.

I was really afraid that he would fall to the ground while walking, and then just go there.

Baodoumi, Chen Xiaogen: This, this can't get up, there is no need to do this pie in front of the uncle, get a good night's sleep, and go directly to the Ministry of Industry to value it, isn't it delicious?

How did they know that Gu Xuan wobbled when he walked because of the worsening of his knee injury.

As for the thick bloodshot eyes, it was entirely because he fell asleep in the early hours of last night.

Gu Xuan didn't want to get up so early, but in the entire Dingbeibo mansion, only Dingbeibo can suppress Mrs. Dingbeibo, and only Dingbeibo can give him some protection.

If he couldn't even rely on this little backing, it would be easier for Zhao Wenjia to strangle him than to strangle an ant.

After sending Gu Lizhao into the gate of the palace, Gu Xuan yawned and ate some food at the breakfast shop, and then drank a few cups of strong tea before going to the official office of the Ministry of Industry.

When he arrived at the file room, he touched the brush when he sat down, and the soreness in his arm made him frown uncomfortably.

Copying Buddhist scriptures last night was not enough, and today I have to copy account books.

Gu Xuan said to himself: You must resist, you must be able to resist.

Such days will not be long.

Gu Xuan endured the soreness, gritted his teeth, and started to write.While copying the account book, accompanied by thinking, the time passed quietly, and suddenly there was a lot of noise outside, Gu Xuan looked up and looked outside the door.

The weather at this time is neither hot nor cold, and it is normal to open the door and window for office work. The door is open, and the courtyard scene can be seen at a glance.

Many adults and minor officials all walked towards the middle gate one after another.

Occasionally, a few words of "how can this be reasonable" and "how can this be so" came over, Gu Xuan rolled his eyes, stood up immediately, closed and locked the file room, and went directly to watch the excitement with everyone.

Zheng Silian, a seventh-rank knife and pen official, saw that Gu Xuan also came out with everyone, and there was no smile on his face at the moment, but his tone was eager, and he said to Gu Xuan: "Master Ni, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, has entangled Mr. Gu with the Ministry of Industry for money matters. "

Gu Xuan was calm in his heart, but on his face he said in astonishment: "Is there a quarrel between the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Industry?"

The Ministry of Industry asked the Ministry of Households for money. Ni Jude, Minister of the Ministry of Households, did not agree to build the Dayun Mountain Palace, but Gu Lizhao, Ding Beibo and Minister of the Ministry of Industry, probably only wanted to open his mouth and ask for as much money as he could.

From now on, no matter whether it is appropriation or reconciliation, it may not be justified without a few quarrels.

Zheng Silian saw that Gu Xuan was so startled, stroked his beard, and said with a smile to Gu Xuan: "Don't panic, it's just a small scene. When did the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Households not quarrel? You are an official in the Ministry of Industry. It won't be surprising to see more in the future..."

After the words were lost, a group of people rushed to the vestibule with their sleeves flapping, and a scream came out, interrupting the end of Zheng Silian's words.

Among the group of high-ranking officials dressed in red and purple, Ni Jude, Minister of the Household Department, was covered in blood and fell to the ground, motionless.

The few centimeters thick wat board in Ding Bei Bo Gu Lizhao's hand was broken, and blood flowed onto Gu Lizhao's hand from the pure white jade.

a moment of silence;

momentary uproar;

"Call the doctor!"

"Please doctor!"

……

"The Ministry of Industry is bullying too much! It's bullying too much! It's impossible to ask for money in broad daylight, but it's doing this!"

"I've been an official in the same dynasty for more than ten years, all for the sake of doing great things, what hatred and resentment! Old man Gu Lizhao, you are really so ruthless!"

……

Gu Lizhao was slashed many times by Ni Jude, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, with a wat board. The pain was unbearable, and he was furious.

Unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that Ni Jude just brought his head up.

He was not in a hurry, and the wat board was broken directly.

The moment before Gu Lizhao panicked, the first thought that popped up uncontrollably was——Ni Jude's head is really hard!

Immediately afterwards, this thought was overwhelmed by the flustered tsunami, Gu Lizhao was soft-handed, and the momentum of the fight just now was completely gone.

The crowd was boisterous.

The crowd witnessed the event turn into an accident.

Now the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs was injured in an accident, and all the big officials and small officials in the Ministry of Industry were suddenly flustered, fearing that the black gauze cap on their heads would not be safe, even if the black gauze cap was saved.

When the time comes when the emperor reprimands you, you will be fined with half a year's salary, and I will be fined with half a year's salary, and everyone will feel bad.

I prayed in my heart—Ni Jude must not have any accidents!

No one cared about Gu Lizhao.

In this accident, Gu Lizhao was absolutely the first to be operated on by the emperor.

Just when Gu Lizhao was at a loss and his hands and feet were cold, Gu Xuan squeezed in. He grabbed Gu Lizhao and shouted: "My lord! My lord, wake up! Come quickly, tell the imperial doctor, Mr. Gu was injured in the inner palace. The blood flowed backward and passed out!"

As soon as Gu Lizhao heard it, he immediately fell down along with his hands and feet. Gu Xuan hurriedly caught it, but almost missed it. After all, he has thin arms and legs, and his physique is not very good.Gu Lizhao was still a little fat.

A group of officials from the Ministry of Industry immediately surrounded him, extremely worried.

As soon as Gu Lizhao passed out, the household officials looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know whether Gu Lizhao was really fainted or pretended to be, and they didn't dare to say a few big words to try whether he was faking or really fainting.

And I was a little apprehensive and guilty, after all, Ni Jude, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, chopped Gu Lizhao really fiercely just now.

Someone took over from Gu Lizhao, so Gu Xuan hurried to Ni Jude, and sincerely said to the officials of the household department: "My lords, the ground is wet and cold, and Mr. Shangshu is bleeding profusely. If you delay like this, your life may be in danger. A small medical skill is superficial, but he will For some ways to stop bleeding, let the little one try."

The bleeding person panicked.

Whether it is the imperial doctor or the doctor, there is no sign of it.

Seeing someone standing up against the wind, everyone hesitated, but they still carried Hubu Shangshu into the resting room.

Gu Lizhao, who pretended to be dizzy, was treated equally.

Gu Xuan's sleeves were rolled up to his arms, and he washed his entire arm with wine, and then wiped off the forehead of Ni Jude, Minister of the Household Department, with a cotton cloth soaked in wine.

Only then did he touch Ni Jude's forehead bone.

It is estimated that there was a slight bone fracture and a certain degree of concussion.

It is lucky that no bones are sunken, displaced, or broken.

That is, the skin and flesh are deeply cracked, and the effect of applying medicine to stop bleeding is not great.Someone found silk threads and needles, and after they were sterilized and dried, Gu Xuan began to sew.

Everyone: "!!"

Someone trembled all over and wanted to yell at Gu Xuan to stop, but Gu Xuan had already started, and almost bit his own tongue for a while.

Gu Xuan's stitches are beautiful, neat and neat, not hideous at all.It was stitched up quickly, with only some blood oozing slightly.

Seeing that the bleeding had really stopped, and Ni Jude, Minister of the Household Department, was still moaning at this time, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Xuan stood up straight, put down his sleeves, bowed his hands to all the adults, and then said: "Master Shang Shu should be fine, but he was hit on the head, and he will be a little dizzy when he wakes up. It is best to stay in bed for a few days. After ten days, the wound is almost healed, and the silk thread can be removed. During this period, do not touch the water, and wipe the area around the wound twice a day with some high-strength white wine."

Everyone listened to it, but they didn't care in their hearts, they only cared about whether Ni Jude would die, and if he didn't die, it was a matter of the imperial doctor and the people of Ni's residence.

For a while, the room was quiet, standing and sitting, waiting for the imperial doctor to come.

The matter fermented very quickly, and soon it spread to the palace, and it was heard by Master Sheng.The emperor was anxious and angry, and immediately sent an imperial doctor.

It was Wang Yuyi and Pan Limu who came.

This Wang Yuyi and Pan Limu are also frequent visitors to Dingbeibo's Mansion, and they often go to Tinglan Courtyard to ask for the peace pulse of that young highness.By the way, I would like to ask the masters in Beibo Mansion to ask for a safe pulse.He is a frequent visitor to Dingbeibo Mansion.

When Imperial Doctor Wang came, he saw the sutured wound on his forehead, and he didn't make a fuss. He said, "The wound is well stitched. Has a doctor been here?"