Chapter 161 The Gentleman is Coming (Chinese)

Next door is the Hulong River, which is the moat of Kaifeng City.

In early April, the fog is heavy, and the sun comes out, but the fog does not dissipate for a long time. The vastness of the scenery is covered with a layer of gauze.

Zhiri is picking jasmine flowers.

Zheng Lang once asked for help but refused to help, saying that his hands were too much secular and dirty flowers, and he would not let Sier and Xing'er pick them. That was a woman's hand, and it was even more unbearable.

There are many other strange habits, such as jasmine that you want to pick new and stir-fry new, and never store them. It is said that after a long time, it will become dirty. There is still a lot of time after March and April, and you would rather eat old tea than tender buds. The same principle is, old tea can still be eaten freshly picked, and tender tea has passed.

For example, when learning the piano, he said that Zheng Lang is not very vulgar now, so he could barely learn it. But he said that his character may not be a good official in the officialdom. But if he is good at the officialdom and comes to visit Zhiri, Zhiri will definitely use a broom to sweep him out of the temple.

It makes people speechless.

Not only that, the tea he brewed for Zheng Lang was never allowed to eat by two little girls. Jiang Xing'er and Si'er were very dissatisfied, so one time the monk left, asked Zheng Lang for a bite, and then "pop" and spit it out, saying, "I thought it was so delicious, but in this case, it was better than the tea flavor I brewed for you."

This is a saying that you are not convinced. There is also a good choice for the monk’s tea ceremony. Generally, tea masters in tea houses will never be able to make the monk’s tea flavor. As for what Xing'er said, don’t take it seriously.

His temper is a little weird, but it is indeed very elegant. At this time, he was wearing a white monk's robe, standing under the jasmine flowers, picking it carefully, and his expression was generous, giving people a feeling of extraordinaryness.

Zhiri poured the jasmine flowers from the sand bowl into the casserole, and gently turned them around. His posture was extremely elegant and said, "Donor Zheng, you are blessed. It is the best season to eat jasmine at this time. Some time ago, the flowering period began to bloom, and the fragrance of flowers was tender and astringent. Although it had a new flavor, it was not beautiful. After a while, the flowering period was at the end, and the fragrance was spicy. Although it could be eaten, it was too strong. It was not good to be vulgar and not good."

"Master," Zheng Lang didn't know what to say, and said, "You are attached to the image."

"It's true, I've been attached to appearances several times, and it's all because of you, which has attracted me to greed. As for the tea ceremony, it's not about being attached to appearances, which means eating tea, which is actually cultivating the mind. If you don't enter this state, how can you get to this state? I'm just because I've entered but not obtained, so I've been bewitched by you. What can I get there before I get it?"

In other words, it is like a mountain, but it is not like a mountain, but it is like a mountain.

Zheng Lang didn't believe it at all, but this was his personal hobby, so he just smiled slightly. After a while, the tea was brewed, the aroma was strong. After taking a bite, he said, "Good tea, master, when you come to you, your heart seems to be clean."

"You are a person in the world, you should be clean or not. If you didn't see your future, I would like to enlighten you." The boy had a good understanding. The great monk had the idea of ​​accepting Zheng Lang as his disciple several times. Finally, he thought of his talent and talent, so he gave up this idea.

"Master, I want to ask you for something."

"No." The monk was very smart and refused immediately without asking the reason.

"Five music scores."

"no."

"Ten music scores."

"Oh, this tea is so delicious today, it's so vulgar, it's so vulgar. Little donor, tell me."

As soon as Zheng Lang said his future intention, the monk immediately threw down the teacup and left, and was %% said: "Fifteen music scores."

"Not a hundred books can do it. The little donor wants to seek wealth, why bother to drag me into the water?"

"Master, please believe me. If I wanted to gain wealth, I would not make a big fuss in the Royal Palace when the Empress Dowager passed away. That day, the Empress Dowager called me Jin Jin, and his Majesty allowed me to accompany him in the inner palace for a night of love. The favor was long ago. Once in high school, there would be any wealth and honor. Why offend His Majesty? This is not wealth and honor, but friendship."

"Friendship?" The monk aroused his curiosity. He was the emperor and you were a subject. What kind of friendship did you have?

"Yes, I said to Your Majesty that true feelings are priceless. In my heart, there are only a few people who admire the most, one is the new clerk Fan Zhongyan, the second is Liu Shaojian, the third is Wei Zhongzheng, the fourth is Master, and the emperor." There are seven good friends in Zhengzhou, but that is only friendship and has nothing to do with respect.

Among the five people, Wei Zhong was a wild Taoist. Fan Zhongyan’s reputation was not very obvious at this time, let alone the great monk himself, but the great monk was very unhappy and said, “As long as he gets involved in the royal family, he will be rich.”

"The emperor is very kind. His two mothers just passed away and they are hard to say. Not only that, he is still young, and a group of ministers in the court are like wolves and tigers, and there is not much happiness. I will go back to Zhengzhou soon to make him happy for friendship. Just like a master, if you encounter unhappy things, I will also come to comfort you. There is no factor in wealth in the middle, please believe me."

"I heard that the ministers from the court were all good officials."

"The official is good, but the emperor cannot accept it."

I don’t understand the political monk, but I know that Zheng Lang has the same talent for this. For example, in the Huangyi Palace, no other ministers dared to say it. Only he concluded that Empress Dowager Liu did not conspire to kill Empress Dowager Li. The monk finally hesitated. Zheng Lang said it very clearly. Not only the little emperor, but also you, who have the same status in my heart. How else should I say it? I sighed: "I have made you suffer... twenty music scores."

"Master, you are also very tired."

"Learn from yours."

...

This arrangement was a big gift from Zheng Lang to the little emperor before leaving. After giving it, he was about to leave the capital. But he didn't expect that things would start to happen at this time.

The morning court began, and after all the matter was reported, the Censor Zhongcheng walked out with his teeth scepter, and then slowly said, "Your Majesty, I have a memorial."

Now the Song Dynasty has very relaxed policy on censors. If it is possible, censors can go straight to the palace and forcefully report to the emperor. As for spitting saliva at the emperor, Bao Zheng was not alone, many ministers have already done it.

The Censor Zhongcheng was the leader of the censors. He wanted to give advice, but the young emperor dared not listen. So he said: "Fan Qing, He Ben's report, come quickly."

Fan Feng took out his arms, took out a memorial, and opened his mind: "The way to distinguish things should be observed when things change into the former, one leaf is yellow, and the plants and trees will soon arrive. The way to distinguish people should be observed at the end. When Genu was the Minister of Personnel, he had a close relationship with the eunuchs. If the Emperor Ming observed it, how could he get the cup of horses? Therefore, the sage ruler governs the country and observes the smallest way to know the disaster, which will be greatly affected by the disaster, and the world will be transformed. Sitting on its expansion and evil, the rivers wither, the disaster has become more and more secure, and the accumulation of power cannot be returned."

"Well, it's right," the little emperor was still listening carefully, as if it was empty talk as the Zheng family said. Zheng Lang said something to him, which somewhat gave birth to the growth of the little emperor. He knew that Fan Feng was empty talk. If Li Longji could see from Li Linfu's movements in advance, how could the Anshi Rebellion come about?

But how many people can see the details?

But Fan Zhongcheng was very careful, so the little emperor continued to listen.

Fan Feng also "knows" it was difficult, and then said, "However, the treacherous people are often like loyalty, wearing saints' clothes and chanting the saints' words. Zhuang said, those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes. Why? The hooks are small and the flow of things are revealed, and the shape is overflowing, but tens of thousands of men are pointing to it. The country is called for war, power and legal system, and the people of the world are only obedient. Therefore, the treacherous people use the name of loyalty and righteousness to hold the power of the king, keep the mouths of the people, and decorate the righteousness of the saints. Once the power is overwhelming, the world will be filled with poison."

The little emperor was a little dizzy and said, "Fan Zhongcheng, stop, stop, stop, stop, who are you talking about?"

This is too much. Even Ding Wei can't bear the praise you like.

"I am impeaching Zheng Langye, the son of Zhengzhou."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop," the little emperor was even more confused. He called stop three times again, and then asked in disbelief: "Fan Zhongcheng, which person are you impeaching?"

"Zhengzhou's son Zheng Lang is also."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Do you know how old he is? He is sixteen years old." The old man, putting aside your dignified Censor, the first censor of the court, shouldn't be a question about a small scholar. You have such a big field at the beginning. Is this a sixteen-year-old child?

The little emperor felt that today was very thunderous.

Fan Feng walked a few steps closer and looked at the little emperor and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Wei Qing pleaded for Guo Jie in the past, and said that Guo's family was poor. Emperor Wu of Han said that Yimin actually asked General Wei to ask for it, which was enough to avoid seeing him poor. Although the Zheng family's son was sixteen years old, he went to Beijing three times, and it took less than a year to enter and exit the palace at least ten times. Your Majesty's identity was not as noble as Wei Qing? How could he say that he was sixteen years old!"

He was probably very angry and spitted on the little emperor's face, and brought a few balls of batter that had become smelly in the gap between his teeth in the morning. The little emperor was influenced by Zheng Lang and was also using a toothbrush. His mouth smelled clean, but Lao Fan's mouth smelled bad, so he wiped it slightly with his sleeve. After thinking about it, he couldn't tell it, and it seemed reasonable, so he had to say: "Then tell me where is he raped?"

The little emperor gave in, and Lao Fan stopped spitting out the memorial and continued to read it in his hand: "On the day of the empress dowager's death, Zheng Lang, the son of Zhengzhou, stayed in the palace for a night without regard for his ministers' integrity. His Majesty would not be able to realize that those who were loyal and filial and righteous, would not be able to hear it, and the matter started in the imperial palace. Your Majesty's birth mother was hidden for more than 23 years, and the King of Yan said it was clear. The Zheng family's son was evil and those who were robbed in the palace for one night, and those who were honored for one night were shy. He ignored the elders and were ashamed of being willing. Alas! He became famous for his royal scandal, and defiled the royal family's body and righteousness, and passed it on for several days. Can it be said to be evil?"

These words were very inspiring, and the little emperor was shaking his head in his heart. Is this true? Zheng Lang's eyes appeared in front of him again, and some humble opinions when talking to him. He couldn't help but say: "Fan Qing, you have said this. There were also the events of that day, including Mr. Zhang and Mr. Xue, who were there. How did he stay and how excited the next day, the two Mr. know about it."

If you continue, it won’t be great, after all, King Yan is his eighth uncle.

There was no need for Xue Kui and Zhang Shixun to please Fan Feng, and they were realistic. The Zheng family's performance of Yilie that day made them appreciate, and the two nodded at the same time.

If Lao Fan hadn't been famous for being a little famous, Lao Fan's remarks would have made them suspect that they were deliberately suppressing Zheng Lang and pleasing King Yuanyan of Yan.

But Lao Fan was not angry at all and said, "So I want to report, and your Majesty and both of you are blinded by this son."

Zhang Shixun is better, Xue Kui almost wants to jump. It would be fine if the little emperor has a little worse vision, but my vision is not as good as you!

But others are censors, even if they make things out of nothing, they are qualified to talk about you. If they start to argue and defame the court, both ministers will be demoted and dealt with. They will fight against Lao Fan, and the gains will not be worth the loss, so they have to endure it.

The little emperor was helpless. The Zheng family made so much effort to make him happy. He is just a juren at the moment. He can't resist Lao Fan's play for a few times. He should speak justice for him. He said, "I have issued an edict on this matter, and it involves the matter of the empress dowager. No one is allowed to discuss it again."

Even if you are not allowed to mention it again!

But the little emperor neglected a little. Even though you are the emperor, they are not afraid of you at all!

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