Zheng Lang sealed the memorial book with fire lacquer, and wrote two big words in sand: Top secret.

Let the guards see them away.

Cui Xian looked at Zheng Lang suspiciously. The officials had written many memorials and sometimes discussed them with him, but they had never been so serious. What did they write?

Zheng Lang looked outside and said, "Xian'er, if it is related to the country's future plan, is it important to Dingyou or the country?"

Strictly speaking, Zheng Lang could not do the ancient mourning system. He could not eat anything in the first three days, he could only drink porridge in the next three days, and he could only eat coarse food after three months, and he could eat vegetables and fruits in one year. He could not drink alcohol and meat during the mourning period. This is food. He was not allowed to take a bath during the mourning period, and he looked haggard and turned black. This is a sorrow body. He could not calmly prolong the tail when crying, and he could not cry so angry that he could not come back. This is a sorrow voice. He did not add literary decoration and had nothing to do with the funeral. He could not talk about the funeral. He could be silent. He should wear special burlap mourning clothes during the mourning period, which is a sorrow clothing. He should live alone in a straw shed, using grass as a bed and wood as a pillow, which is a sorrow residence. He was not allowed to marry during the mourning period, and husband and wife could not have sex. Those with official positions must be relieved from the official residence.

The hundred schools of thought contend in the spring and autumn, but they were not prosperous, and Confucianism was promoted in the Han Dynasty, so the mourning system gradually improved. However, it was not so harsh and could not be done. The general direction was to be grasped. During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, Chen Rong and Chen Ji brothers mourned for Princess Tao of the mother's house. During the mourning period, they raped and fought for money. The case occurred, and the brothers committed suicide. However, there was no fixed mourning rule. Ministers mourned for their parents, but whether they could do it or not. The mourning rewarded people, some not only mourned for their parents, but also mourned for relatives, teachers and friends. However, when Ruan Ji's mother died, she ate steamed and drank, and did not restrict common etiquette. When she was about to leave, she raised a loud voice and vomited blood several times. It was not surprising that people had officially violated the mourning system and formulated legal rewards and punishments. The time was three years, which was very long and very hard.

At least Zhao Zhen is very hard now. He wants to use one person, but the seven empresses live. Zheng Lang will have fifteen years of his life to delay the mourning system. Moreover, the minister himself is also very hard. So the Song Dynasty stipulates that the Dingyou period is twenty-seven months.

But it is still too long. It often lasts for a hundred days. In order to fulfill the reputation of his ministers, the emperor issued an edict to take the funeral, and even issued an edict to forcibly exempt the funeral period three months later. This is called taking away the love. The people are shorter, seven or seven years, or one year, or three years. If you keep the funeral for three years, that is great filial piety.

Therefore, the starting price for officials in the 100-day period is a little relaxed, and there is no such thing as Dingyou. However, if you give a 100-day holiday, you have to keep it. Even if there is any trouble in the country, the ministers of the two prefectures dare not pass on the edict within this 100-day period. Whoever tells you will be unlucky? After a hundred days, it will be quite irregular. From the Ming Dynasty, there will be a more complete and more miserable system. There is still a case of eliminating love. The most obvious example is Zhang Juzheng.

The facts are impossible. According to the etiquette, not only parents, but also adoptive mothers, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, aunts, and even brothers, sisters-in-law (departures), teachers, and friends must mourn. Don’t do anything, stay in someone else’s grave for the rest of your life.

Therefore, the Ming Dynasty, where Confucianism became very dogmatic, could not let ministers mourn truthfully follow the etiquette system. That was not mourning, but pedantic.

Zheng Lang would not run to the capital stupidly. He said to Zhao Zhen, Your Majesty, this is the top priority of the country. I will come to the capital to discuss with you. Go, filial piety is the first priority.

Therefore, Zheng Lang was not very interested in Ouyang Xiu's slaughtering ashes. However, he hated him for his recklessness and nonsense, slandering Wang Li to frame his grandson, which undermined filial piety! As a Confucian master, he could not do such a thing.

However, as soon as this report was reported, no one discussed that Zhao Zhen must seize the relationship. Should he go to Beijing?

Cui Xian patted his hand and said, "Officials, you can't be anxious, so you'd better stay in Zhengzhou."

Zheng Lang frowned and pondered. The opportunity was rare and he lost it at a moment. But after thinking about it, he finally laughed and said, "I'm crazy too, Xian'er, listen to you."

It’s time to come down, in August at dusk, the evening breeze is cool, the sorghum is fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant.

A large group of returning birds hovered over Zheng's house.

At this time, the Zheng family is in full swing.

In fact, there was no expansion. Under the guidance of the aunt, the life of several ladies was not very luxurious. The luxurious place was to burn incense and worship Buddha, and to send at least one thousand treasures of money to major temples every year. The others were impeccable.

Including relatives, with Zheng Lang's current status, he could use the Song Dynasty's clan system to supplement more than a dozen relatives to seek officials. Of course, this is a fake official, that is, a official. If you want to obtain real power, you have to further investigate. If you follow the Qingli New Policy system, you must take the exam and pass it before you can get the dispatch official.

Zheng Lang's attitude towards this was positive and negative. Fan Zhongyan attached too much importance to the exam. What can he get out? He read Confucius and Mencius books well, knowing how to be a human being or a government official, and whether he can be a good official. Therefore, if he reviews, he will still re-examine and evaluate his political achievements. But how to test this assessment of political achievements, and who will take the exam? After all, it is still a paper talk, and at most some terms are formulated to serve as a secular function. The most important thing is not the exam, but the survey, just like Li Wei, who did not read much, was also the top official of the Yongzheng Dynasty.

This is also due to the great lady. She took out the money from her family and helped her relatives and poor clans to buy land and invest in workshops. She had a life of her life. As for being an official, who would be an official? So in terms of virtue, there has been no fire in the backyard.

Then we went to Zheng's house and opened up the houses built for several students and the houses given to Fan Kuan. It turned out that they were empty and no one dared to live there. Just to the north of the village, there was a small slope with some bamboo and wood. Some people lived there for the scenery, but no one was gloomy. There were some legends in the village. When the aunt wrote a letter, Zheng Lang asked Zhao Zhen to give this house to his own house. Or, Your Majesty, you should send someone to demolish it. After the three houses were opened, it was wider than before. But now the Zheng family also has a large population, with many humble guests, some of them, and some guards. It didn't seem empty.

Then I made some renovations, which were not luxurious, but still belonged to the low-key, simple and durable style. The only thing that was not moved was Zheng Lang's study. There were so many beautiful memories for several empresses. When I missed my son, the empresses came to the study to nag.

But this place has also become a sad place for Zheng Lang. When he thinks of two dead empresses, he shed tears when he sits here.

The afterglow of the sunset shone into the room, and the light was a little dim. Xing'er said, "I'll bring you a candle."

Zheng Lang nodded.

Xing'er took the candle to light it up, but Zheng Lang raised his head and stared at the two portraits he made in a daze. The old lady and second lady looked charitable and smiled. Xing'er stroked Zheng Lang's hand and said softly: "I liked it very much when the old lady went there."

"Xing'er, tomorrow you and Si'er and Huan'er will go back to their parents' home."

"Why?"

"Go and see your mother."

Sier asked Zheng Lang to go to the front hall for dinner outside.

Fan Yuer came out of nowhere. He grabbed a few hares and a pheasant covered with brocade hair and said happily: "Mr. Zheng, this is what I took the guards to hunt."

When eating, he doesn't speak, not because he doesn't speak, but because Zheng Lang is depressed and too lazy to speak.

After a silent dinner, Zheng Lang continued to read books, and always wanted to write about benevolence and righteousness, and then re-educate the doctrine of the mean. However, people are lazy and often have blank minds and cannot write them out. So they read out the books of various schools of thought and carefully studied them again.

The failure to imitate them is the understanding of the ancients in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it has certain limitations. However, in this era, they have imitated them and absorbed the ideas of hundreds of schools of thoughts to make their thoughts more full. Even when studying books, they must borrow the remarks of these predecessors to prove their own views.

As the night became deeper, I walked to Xing'er's room. Xing'er had already fallen asleep. Her long black hair was scattered outside, shining with a shiny luster under the moonlight. Her shoulders were half exposed, and she was wrapped in a thin silk quilt outside, half covered and half exposed, which was even more charming. Zheng Lang did not disturb him, tiptoed to the bed, quietly took off his clothes, and then went to the bed.

Xing'er was still sleeping and felt that Zheng Lang was coming. She habitually arched into his arms and pressed her soft and smooth back against Zheng Lang's chest.

Zheng Lang smiled, untied the underwear belt on her back, stroked her belly, and a wave of woman's fat fragrance came into her nose. Zheng Lang whispered: "Xinger, are you asleep?"

A uniform sound of rest came, and Zheng Lang had to shake his head and said, "You slept so hard today."

The rest gradually calmed down. Zheng Lang originally wanted to sleep, but asked strangely: "Xing'er, what's wrong with you?"

No answer.

Zheng Lang laughed and slid down with his hands. After a while, it slipped out of dampness. Zheng Lang chuckled again: "Xing'er, if you don't talk anymore, I will force it..."

Still not answering.

"What game do you want to play?" Zheng Lang moved his hand upwards, moved to his chest, and suddenly stopped. No, Jiang Xing'er gave birth to a daughter, had breastfeeding, and was soft and not as hard as she is now. Zheng Lang asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

As he said that, he turned her face over. It was not Xing'er, but Fan Yu'er. Is her face red? I can't see it, but a pair of big eyes were flashing. Seeing Zheng Lang looking at her, he closed it shyly, and suddenly said, "Something is in my stomach."

It is damp, so it is natural to drill. It slides into it by itself...

Zheng Lang was shocked. This really cannot be messed up. No one would drag Fan Yuer to check if he was a virgin. But if he had something, he would not explain it clearly. Although it was a fake to not have sex with his wife during the mourning period, Fan Yuer had never been able to go to bed with him. After becoming pregnant, he fell into the mud pit in virtue for the rest of his life.

However, Zheng Lang was a little dazed. Why did Fan Yuer come to Jiang Xing crib?

Fan Yuer didn't understand, twisted uneasyly, slipped again, and suddenly moaned in a low voice: "Mr. Zheng, it hurts a little."

After a sudden brake, Zheng Lang quickly got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and said, "Yue'er, get up and put on his clothes."

Fan Yuer was dressed obediently, and her tall breasts were very charming under the moonlight. However, Zheng Lang ignored this and waited for her to put on her clothes, touched the flames, lit the candle, and then looked at the bed... According to legend, some people could see at a glance whether a woman was a virgin...

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