The Lantern Festival is coming soon, and the sky is clear and clear. +++The entire Tanmei novel: happened to be no morning on this day. In the first half of the day, the minister was resting at home, and when the sun's strongest time passed, he would travel to the Royal Garden with the same sage.
Gu Yuanbai took a nap (sleeping in Shui) when it was noon, and when he finished his lunch after washing and washing, there were ministers waiting outside.
In the bedroom, the latest clothes made for spring were prepared. Gu Yuanbai chose a crescent-white uniform embroidered with a golden silk dragon pattern, and put on a blue cloak outside, and walked out of the bedroom with a smile on his face.
The ministers took their sons and sons and bowed to Gu Yuanbai: "Holy to Wanan."
Today (Shui Shui) is full of energy, and Gu Yuanbai is also full of energy. The corner of his lips (gou) said loudly: "Get up."
After the spring rains in the past few days, the strange flowers and grasses in the garden have bloomed a lot, and the palace people carefully take care of them day and night, and many trees that should not have been greened at this time are also very vibrant.
The sun is good today, the palace people sprinkled water in advance, and the flowers of Jiao (Yanyan) have drops of water, which is the most delicate time.
The saints were surrounded by clan relatives and ministers, and the elders brought by the ministers' homes were adorned behind them. Don't say I saw the saints, even the corners of the clothes of the saints.
Xue Yuan was surrounded by these ministers. He and Chang Yuyan slowly walked together. The two of them did not rush, it was as if they were simply coming to enjoy the flowers.
Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where is the veil you found?"
Xue Yuan put his hands behind his back, his posture was very handsome and handsome, and he looked like a dog. He said casually: "It's burnt to ashes."
Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."
Xue Yuan seemed to hear some funny joke, "When it comes to my hands, it's my thing. What is the owner?"
As soon as Chang Yuyan was about to speak, there was a hustle and bustle in front of him. It was originally an adult who had a flash of inspiration and made a high-quality Wing Chun poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.
There was a palace attendant who wrote it down and read it aloud. After listening to Chang Yuyan, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praised: "Good poem!"
Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days. Why not take this opportunity to write a poem you made?"
Chang Yuyan shook his head directly. The corner of Xue Yuan's mouth (hook gou) raised, he was a step behind, and kicked Chang Yuyan with his foot. Chang Yuyan staggered and rammed forward. An adult recognized him and moved away with a smile. Speaking of poems, the Chang family boy can't skip it."
When Chang Yuyan stood still, the position he had let out was already straight to the saint's side. His expression was shocked, and he hurriedly condensed his expression, and respectfully stepped forward to bow to the saint, "Boy reckless, see The Holy Spirit."
Gu Yuanbai carefully looked at the handsome young man in front of him, "Are you Chang Yuyan?"
Chang Yu's words lowered his head deeper: "Yes."
This Chang Yuyan is also interesting, and he is a talented man who is famous in Beijing. Gu Yuanbai remembered two things he did. The first was that his loyal fans surrounded Changfu on the day he was crowned. Some people tried to cross the wall, and finally shocked the government to send troops to arrest people. Another thing has something to do with Gu Yuanbai. This Chang Yuyan once wrote thirteen poems in one breath to satirize the nobles who do not know the suffering of the world, not only satirizing the power minister Lu Feng, but also satirizing him. This emperor can't do it.
The translated vernacular is: "You people who have the power to the sky only care about your own self-interest, and the world is born in disregard. Let all the suffering people under the world provide for you, the big masters who only know how to eat delicious food and wear Chinese clothes. , I think you all are spicy chicken."
These thirteen poems made him offend a large group of people in the capital, and his father was demoted as a result. It was not until the heat passed that this guy started to write poems again, but after this battle, Chang Yuyan's reputation became wider and wider. stand up.
Thinking of this, Gu Yuanbai deepened his smile, "Do you also have poems to submit?"
Whether it is an article or a poem, Chang Yuyan writes a beautiful article. What's better is that he has a reputation and is a good person who can instigate **. Gu Yuanbai just lacks the talents who can extol his merits, keep him in the highest moral position and open the way for his policies.
Chang Yuyan's mouth is dry. He really prepared a poem, and he did it before visiting the garden. It's just that poem... he did it deliberately, and it's a satire like "Jumen wine (rou) smells bad, and the road has frozen bones."
I thought that if his father took the initiative to let him write a poem in front of the sage, he would dare to read the poem seriously.
Gu Yuanbai watched him silent and smiled, "Stand up and straighten your head."
Chang Yuyan subconsciously followed suit, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Sheng Shang's face with a smile.
The saint looked at him appreciatively, and said to the minister beside him: "My Daheng's young talents are all talents, and they are good men who stand up to the ground."
Chang Yuyan's ears turned red in an instant, and only felt a sense of shame in his heart.
The ministers responded with a smile: "The Chang family boy has the top talent."
Chang Yuyan's father, Dali Temple Shaoqing, stood on the periphery, and his stern and straight face couldn't help but smile when he heard the officials praise his son.
Whatever the emperor said, the minister followed suit. Gu Yuanbai smiled. He leaned sideways to listen to the words of his officials, his chin was about to be buried in the skin of the Greatcloak.
Chang Yuyan didn't dare to look directly at Sheng Yan, lowered his head slightly, staring at Sheng Shang's chin.
The upper body is slender, but extremely thin, and the jaw is not much (flesh), but the shape is beautiful. When Chang Yuyan remembered those trousers in Beijing who molested the good girl, he liked to pinch such a chin, and then act lightly.
Fortunately, the saint is the saint, no, the saint is a man, Chang Yuyan, what are you thinking about.
If those trousers dare to pinch the chin of the saint, I'm afraid they will have to be ransacked in the next moment.
Chang Yu shuddered without a trace, groaning secretly in his heart, complaining that Xue Yuan got up, why bother to kick him?
"Yuyan?" the sage exclaimed, "what poem did you make?"
Chang Yuyan's heart suddenly jumped to his throat, he slid his head to the side, and at first glance he saw the layers of plum blossoms.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "This poem, this kid, is just for Mei Mei."
The previous satire that was made in advance was crushed in my heart, and Chang Yuyan chanted a poem temporarily, and the last two sentences praised Kasuga Jinzhao.
Gu Yuanbai nodded and said with a smile: "Full of aura."
Chang Yuyan watched his nose and nose, and stared at the emperor's chin as usual. This time he was a little anxious. As soon as he looked up, he also included the pale (colored) lips of the Shengshang.
The lips are not thin and ***, the corners of the lips (gou) rise, like natural smiling lips.
Gu Yuanbai thinks this kid is not bad. I thought that the thirteen songs he had made before were stunned, but he didn't expect to have some eyesight.
He summoned Chang Yuyan to his side and drove around in the garden, and said a sentence or two to him from time to time. The minister next to the emperor looked at Chang Yuyan over and over again, not knowing how this kid got in. The emperor's eyes.
Xue Yuan leisurely waited for the emperor's anger at the end.
He understands Chang Yuyan, even if it is to add to his father, Chang Yuyan will do something big. But time passed bit by bit, and the front was still smiling, haha, Chang Yuyan also mixed in there and did not return.
Xue Yuan frowned gradually. Could it be that Chang Yuyan hasn't moved yet?
He also wanted to see the little emperor's jokes, waiting for the little emperor's anger. He also sent someone to wait outside the palace in advance, preparing to spread the satire of Chang Yuyan within the capital as soon as possible.
Xue Yuan sighed disappointedly, and took a few steps quickly. The emperor and his party just in front also walked to the corner. At a glance, Xue Yuan saw that his old man was smiling with chrysanthemums, his mouth could not close and he followed the emperor.
Xue Yuan quietly walked over and stood in the shadow behind General Xue. As soon as I stood still, I saw the emperor in front of him suddenly stopped his feet, stretched out his white to transparent hands from his wide sleeves, and plucked a charming (yanyan) flower in full bloom among the green bushes.
"The flower blooms well." The sage praised, and then picked up the flower and sniffed it. It should be that the fragrance was in line with his heart, and he suddenly smiled.
The upper body is slender and weak, and the body is heavy. But when he smiles, he is full of vitality like a hundred flowers. Xue Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, looked up and saw the smile on the corner of the upper lip at the first glance, only to realize that the sickly emperor had an incomparably good appearance in autumn.
Xue Yuan looked at it for a while, frowning and thinking absently.
The emperor who scolded him so harshly in front of a hundred officials, didn't even the hair grow up?
In the afternoon the bamboo silk wind music was played and the palace banquet began.
Chang Yuyan sat at the back, looking at the dishes on the table in a daze.
Xue Yuanzhuan, who was sitting at the side, picked up the beautiful imperial vegetables, "Today's poem is good."
"You know..." Chang Yuyan rubbed his eyebrows, "I didn't expect that when I faced the sage, I would be opportunistic."
The gentleman Xue Yuan smiled, his fangs gloomy, "Holy good means."
Chang Yuyan frowned slightly, "How can you say this to the Lord?"
Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at this strange friend, then squinted his eyes and looked up at the saint.
Gu Yuanbai was sitting on a high position. He inevitably drank some drinks today. The alcohol content of ancient drinks was not high, but after he came here, he had not drank several times. After a few cups, he ordered people to go. The flask was mixed with water.
Warmth stretched from his lungs to his limbs, Gu Yuanbai exhaled, feeling his face hot.
He can't drink anymore. Gu Yuanbai knows exactly how delicate and weak this body is. He stopped drinking and drank hot tea to sober up.
The saint's every move is being watched, and it's good to see the saint's courtiers. Those who have seen the saint for the first time are all peeking out of the light.
Among them, the one with the brightest eyes is Xue Yuan.
Can you blush after drinking, or is it a man?
Such an emperor can shake Chang Yuyan. Could it be possible that something happened to him that he hadn't noticed while visiting the Yu Garden?
Xue Yuan tapped his wine glass, secretly thinking.
The palace banquet did not last long, and even after it was over, the sky (color) was slightly darker. Tian Fusheng took many eunuchs and sent the ministers out one by one, and when no one was gone, he dragged Zhang Xu aside. God secretly ordered one thing down.
After Gu Yuanbai took a shower, while it was still early, he opened "Han Feizi" at the table.
Compared with the orthodox ancient men, Gu Yuanbai has a big flaw. His thoughts come from later generations, and the later generations' thought of transcending (tuo) does not apply to the current environment.
He scored clearly what is good, and what brings the world will cause disaster. He has never read one of these ancient books before. Since entering this world, he has to read it day and night, stay up late to read, take time to read, and combine with the memory of the body to understand and transparent. The original emperor didn't do well, so he had to take a break from the book to confuse the king's heart.
There is a saying in modern times called "I can't wear clean, chrysanthemum drill electric drill. Even if Daheng is a dynasty that has never appeared in memory, and even if the world itself exists in a novel, the books and historical traces that appear are inseparable from the ** in memory. Gu Yuanbai can't help. Treat this country with a playful attitude.
As the leading actor in this world, whether it is Chu Wei or Xue Yuan, both have great talents in ruling the country.
To be honest, Gu Yuanbai was quite greedy for them.
Although he doesn't understand why they love each other, Gu Yuanbai respects them. If he can live longer, he can even marry them in order to win them over.
It is a pity that his life has been booked by Lord Yan. Now Gu Yuanbai can only wait for his life to come to an end in Buddhism. Maybe in a while, he can only lie on the (bed chuang) and can't move.
Gu Yuanbai sighed deeply.
Tian Fusheng raised his head and asked, "Holy Master is sleepy?"
Gu Yuanbai shook his head and said, "I am just thinking that people are inherently dead. No matter how much preparations are made, even if I am facing (death) death, I am still anxious."
Tian Fusheng was startled, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. Gu Yuanbai laughed, "What are you afraid of? I just sighed."
Tian Fusheng was still in shock: "Sage, don't scare the younger ones by talking about these things, the younger ones will have their heart beating."
Gu Yuanbai shook his head helplessly. Lost the mood to read, he put down the book, and the waiters in the palace had already retired. Gu Yuanbai went to the bedroom without knowing it and raised the bed tent, and his eyes opened suddenly in the next second. Big.
A beauty **** with five flowers is lying on his dragon couch. The beauty and phoenix eyes are faint, and her intention is to kill shame.
Gu Yuanbai subconsciously looked in front of the beauty's (chest xiong), his face suddenly turned green, he was a man.
Chu Wei's face (color) was ugly, and Feng's eyes were angry, but Gu Yuanbai, who opened the bed net, was even uglier than his face (color). He even glanced at him and immediately flung his sleeves away. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels:
Chu Wei was tied to (bed chuang) for the first time, and it was also the first time he saw disgust in the eyes of other people. He could see clearly. In his eyes, this was originally a foolish and innocent monarch. At the time, what appeared in his eyes was a clear shock and disgust.
It seems that Chu Wei is something dirty, and one glance at him can smear his eyes.
The sage did not intend to act on him, but the anger in Chu Wei's heart was not diminished. He stared at the bed net made of tulle and looked at the hazy bright yellow figure outside.
Gu Yuanbai calmly sat on the soft leaning outside, waiting for Tian Fusheng's explanation.
After learning that the actor lying on him (bed chuang) was Chu Wei in the book, Gu Yuanbai patted the handrail with one hand, and the dull sound made his heart tremble. Gu Yuanbai squeezed the armrest firmly, his fingertips turning white.
Tian Fusheng had never seen the angry face of the saint, and he trembled in his heart, knowing that he was in trouble.
"Tian Fusheng," the saint's voice was distorted when it reached the inner hall, "what kind of lewd image I am in your heart...!"
The emperor was angry, and the entire bedroom fell on his knees.
Chu Wei, who was tied to the (bed chuang) by the Big Five Flowers, heard these words and saw the man kneeling on the ground. His eyes were cold and sneered. After a while, a palace man came in and lit the lamp and turned yellow. The interior of his bedroom was suddenly bright as day.
Chu Wei blinked uncomfortably a few times. Outside the bed tent, the bright yellow figure was leaning softly and coughing, his voice was dull and hurried.
The emperor wore only a shirt and was slender and thin. The anger in Chu Wei's heart gradually calmed down and turned into an unfathomable ice pool.
After waiting for a while, Gu Yuanbai tried to straighten up and walked slowly to the bed.
Chu Wei stared directly at him through the bed tent. If the emperor himself did not know that he was tied up, the emperor's control over the inner court was really weak. How did such an emperor pull the power minister Lu Feng off his horse?
Chu Wei has been studying abroad since seven years ago. Although he is far away from the court, he can learn some news from his father. However, his father's low official position and no ambition in the official career made Chu Wei not understand the details of the government.
Thousands of thoughts rushed into his mind in an instant, but a hand reaching into the bed net suddenly cut off these thoughts.
This hand is very beautiful, slender and white, but the emperor lifted the bed net with a glance.
Gu Yuanbai is not an egoist. After he became the emperor, he was not dizzy by rights. He changed his position and thought for a moment. If he was forced to be tied to another man's (bed chuang) by (强qiang), he Will also be full of (killing sha) intention to that person.
No matter what method is used, no matter who the opponent is, he will be (killed).
So he quickly forgiven Chu Wei for showing (exposing) his intention to (kill sha), and even in order to appease the actor who was implicated by Tian Fusheng, his voice was much softer.
"No one will know about this..." In the middle of the sentence, an itch came out of his throat. Gu Yuanbai clenched a fist to his lips and coughed with his head sideways.
A blue silk was messy, and with the slight trembling of the movement, the palace man knelt down on the ground outside, and his body trembled. No one dared to go forward and help the emperor at this time.
This cough couldn't stop, and the cough was heart-piercing until the end. Gu Yuanbai bent his waist with shaking hands, and weakly pressed the side of the dragon couch.
The bright yellow (color) silk and satin embroidered with dragon patterns were creases one after another by his pale hands. Suddenly, there was an illusion of a lingering fragrance (yan yan).
Chu Wei frowned slowly. Only then did he remember that the emperor had just erected his crown last year. Not only that, but his body was extremely weak.
...
It's really useless.
"Holy Master," the sound of ice water falling into the pool room sounded, "Are you okay?"
Gu Yuanbai suddenly squeezed the sheets in his hands.
The blue veins bulged on the back of his pale hand, like a vein carefully carved on a jade pendant. Gu Yuanbai leaned against the bed, his coughing gradually weakened.
The cough was gone, but the heavy breathing was still there. Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and breathed fresh breath. After a while, he tremblingly got up on the bed.
Gu Yuanbai is used to this kind of body.
He stood up laboriously, clearly embarrassed, but calmly continued to say the words with Chu Wei: "Don't worry that others will know, I will send you home secretly, and I will punish you without authorization. These **** minions."
Chu Wei looked at him quietly.
The young emperor's body was worse than he had imagined. After a cough, the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were stained with rouge (color), as if he had cried.
His appearance was much better than he had imagined.
Chu Wei is known as the most beautiful man in the capital, and nowadays he has cited good masculinity as an elegant thing. But after experiencing a lot of hints from men, big and small, Chu Wei almost hated all men who thought of him badly.
When he was **** by Wuhuada, he already had a monstrous (to kill sha) in his heart. After knowing that he was sent to the dragon bed, (to kill sha) was even more fierce. Pay the price!
But I didn't expect that this was not the emperor's idea, nor did he expect that the emperor was so beautiful.
Chu Wei badly used the word "beautiful" in his heart to describe the emperor, in order to relieve the anger that was previously (强qiang) pressed in his heart.
Such a beautiful little emperor, the first time he saw him was disgusted, he shouldn't like men either?
If his thoughts were known to Gu Yuanbai, I am afraid that Gu Yuanbai would be speechless. Chu Wei was obviously homophobic.
The person in the original book is a straight man and a homophobic. How did he get together in the end?
The beauty of Chu's hygiene is not the beauty of boys and girls. His beauty is to use the character of handsomeness to the limit, such as bright moon, clear and high wind, a lot of heroism between the eyebrows, and he is slender and vigorous, just like one. A charged cheetah.
If Gu Yuanbai chooses, what he likes most is this (body shen) body, handsome and healthy, compared to Chu Wei, his appearance now lacks a little heroic spirit.
Chu Wei was silent. Gu Yuanbai thought he was still responding in his heart. He sighed and sat on the side of the bed casually, "If I remember correctly, your father should be a doctor in the ritual department?"
This chit-chat posture, made by the sage, will be extremely flattering to those who are chatting.
Chu Wei was loosened, and respectfully stepped down from (床chuang) to pray with the holy, "Holy master, remember it."
Gu Yuanbai looked at him indifferently, waved his sleeves, and sent people a chair. He put on his coat and sat at the table where he usually handles government affairs.
"Your father once wrote me a zhezi and talked about the principles of managing the Yellow River floods," the sage said with a smile, "I also remember the contents clearly. Although there are some shortcomings, it is a good plan. But at that time, I The power is left behind, but it cannot be implemented immediately."
Chu Wei frowned unconsciously.
His father knew a lot about the management of floods. He had read the memorial and said without shame that this memorial of his father seemed to him to be the most ingenious method in the world, and this one had never been out of the palace. Holy Master, now that this memorial still has some shortcomings?
The future minister bowed his head and asked in a deep voice, "I also ask the Holy Spirit for advice."
Gu Yuanbai was not polite. He just rummaged a little and found out the memorial of Chu Wei's father from the memorials. Chu Wei saw this, his face was slightly slow, at least the emperor really cared.
"The Yellow River flood has been a headache for the past dynasties since ancient times. Chu Qing stated three points, one is prevention before floods, the other is rescue during floods, and the third is disaster relief after floods." Gu Yuanbai moved his fingers along with the words on the memorial. Chu Wei unconsciously looked at the place pointed at his fingertips, "Tang Taizong set up a righteous warehouse and a Changping warehouse to prepare for a fierce year. He made a good start. The Tang Dynasty developed water conservancy, and the Western Han Dynasty "Jia Rang San Ce" Presumably your father is already familiar with it, one is to change the route, the other is to divert, and the third is to increase and thicken the original dike..."
The emperor was not in a hurry, talking about his thoughts bit by bit, and when he became interested, he picked up a brush to draw the bend of the Yellow River. The current was turbulent, but he was smooth and calm under his brush.
Talk freely and with a smile.
Chu Wei was almost stunned. He didn't expect that the emperor would have such a side. His smart brain made him easily understand the meaning of the emperor. It was because of his understanding that he was surprised.
The Lord felt cold hands and feet after he finished speaking, his nose was pitifully red, and he was relieved after he was put on the stove.
He looked at Chu Wei, who was thinking carefully, and the narrow corner of his mouth flashed past, paced slowly, and suddenly said: "Chu Wei, do you know what kind of Daheng I want?"
I'm going to open up talented people!
Chu Wei returned home in the middle of the night wrapped in the cold wind. He silently rejected the concerns of the family members and locked himself in the study alone.
He sat withered in the study all night, and when the sky was slightly cooler and the bird's cry came through the window, he knew that it was dawn.
Chu Wei stood up and pushed open the door of the study. The early morning breath was cold and fresh, and his swollen mind instantly calmed down.
There is a gully in the Sage.
He sat all night and came to this conclusion.
It's not as weak and useless as he thought. No, the saint may be weak, or he may not be able to control the military power or even the inner court, but in that weak and weak body, there is a prototype of an ambitious Mingjun.
The picture of the saint bending over and coughing flashed across Chu Wei's mind last night.
Thin white fingers pinched the satin bed, fingers should be buried between the bedding.
He coughed so much that there was water in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and the lips were tightly pressed, but they were redder than the ends of the eyes.
Chu Wei slowly turned around, his feet stiffened, and then gradually became firmer, and walked towards the bookshelf step by step.
When Master Chu came to the study, he saw his son who was holding a book and studying.
Hearing his voice, the son naturally put down the book in his hand and looked at him calmly, "I want to participate in the March meeting."
Chu Wei passed the Juren examination as early as seven years ago. He was the Xie Yuan of that session. He was only ten and seven years old. The name of talent has attracted a lot of attention.
But Chu Wei had no intention of becoming an official, and he never continued the imperial examination for the next seven years. Now, Lord Chu didn't know what he was thinking about overnight, but it was unintentional to continue the imperial examination.
"Good, good," Master Chu's eyes were slightly wet, "good!"
Chu Wei nodded towards Master Chu and continued to look at the book in his hand.
Since the test is to be taken, who is the name of the champion?
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The early days of these few days were also talking about the test in early March. Gu Yuanbai and the ministers set the tone of the test, and determined the proportions of classics, policy theory, arithmetic, poetry, laws, and essays in the test. The first and third officers were appointed by the first and second class members, and there were 18 examiners. The Ministry of Rites submitted the list, and the candidates were selected by Gu Yuanbai.
After the early dynasty, Gu Yuanbai got the list. He must choose the people as soon as possible. After three days, these candidates will be followed by the Forbidden Army and enter the Gongyuan Locked Courtyard.
There is also knowledge in ordering people. Although I am a student of the emperor, the chief examiner of the rural examination and the examination will eventually have the title of "a teacher". This examination is also a matter of preserving face. Whoever Yuan Bai is willing to go further, and who is willing to hold on to his hands and feet, can also make a fuss here.
When he ordered someone, the Yushanfang also sent them to eat. Since the last time he ordered a bowl of fried noodles, Yushanfang seemed to have discovered a hundred ways to use different sauces, they tossed out (肉rou) The sauce is fragrant and delicious.
Gu Yuanbai's appetite is not very good these few days, no matter how much the people in the imperial dining room spend their minds, he only moved a few chopsticks and put down his chopsticks. After ordering people to withdraw their meals, Gu Yuanbai prepared (sleeping in Shui) for a nap after washing.
Tian Fusheng was instructed to wake him up an hour later, Gu Yuanbai fell into a deep sleep (Shui Shui), but he didn't expect that he would be awakened by the violent shaking when he was just sleeping (Shui Shui).
When I opened my eyes, I saw tears on Tian Fusheng's face, and his voice trembled, "Holy, Taifei Wan is seriously ill."
Zhuangzi on the outskirts of the capital.
Gu Yuanbai walked out of the house full of medicinal smell and looked at a lonely withered tree in the courtyard, with some (dry gan) astringent in his eyes.
Tian Fusheng and his court attendant had already covered their faces and wept. The imperial doctor followed the saint to the left and whispered the diagnosis result.
Princess Wan Tai was the concubine of the first emperor before his death.
She is also the sister of Gu Yuanbai's biological mother.
Gu Yuanbai's biological mother passed away early. In order to protect Gu Yuanbai, Princess Wan was admitted to the palace. In order to make herself treat Gu Yuanbai as a parent, Princess Wan took the drug for infertility. The rest of her life, They only pave the way for Gu Yuanbai.
The strangeness of Gu Yuanbai's birth mother's death is also the fact that Princess Wan found out the truth step by step in the harem. She embraced his mother's vengeance for him. Whether it was the former little emperor or the present Gu Yuanbai, she will be Princess Wan. Treat it as a biological mother.
After the first emperor collapsed, Gu Yuanbai wanted to take good care of Princess Wan in the palace, but Princess Wan was determined to leave the palace. She didn't want to die within the palace.
Gu Yuanbai moved her to this village, but the meticulous support could not survive the passage of time.
Concubine Wan Wan is getting old, and loses her heart, she wants to die.
Gu Yuanbai looked at the gray sky, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, his nose was sour, but his eyes were (dry) astringent.
"Let's go."
The carriage bumped up and down on the uneven road, and Bie Zhuang gradually moved away. Tian Fusheng had wiped away the tears from his face, and was cautiously waiting for Gu Yuanbai in the carriage.
Gu Yuanbai leaned on the soft collapse, staring at the scenery outside the carriage in a daze. He stopped until the carriage entered the capital, got out of the carriage, and walked towards the palace by himself.
The capital was prosperous and populous at the feet of the emperor. Several children ran past with a smile while holding a sugar man. Gu Yuanbai stopped and looked at these children.
Men in burlap and linen are doing their jobs by the side of the street, women are working hard (fuck cao) with housework, men and women, old and young, are busy in order to live a good life.
However, there are more groups of scholars, bookstores and teahouses, and there are people who come to participate in the test with passionate words. They are either excited or nervous, talking loudly about the upcoming test.
Gu Yuanbai didn't know what he was thinking, and the guards and palace people who protected him behind him didn't know what he was thinking.
They just followed the young emperor in silence, guarding everything around him.
There were so many high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, and Gu Yuanbai and his party did not attract much attention. Gu Yuanbai withdrew his mind and continued to walk forward, but just after two steps were taken, a piece of snow suddenly fell from his eyes.
"Ah! Daddy is snowing!"
"Snowing!"
There were shouts of joy from children around, Gu Yuanbai laughed and shook his head, Tian Fusheng quickly put on fox fur, "Master, get on the carriage?"
"Walk a little longer," Gu Yuanbai said, "I haven't seen the snow scene in Beijing for a long time."
The snow in February in the capital was fluttering like goose feathers, and the chief guard held an umbrella for the saint. Snow-white snowflakes slipped from the edge of the umbrella, and a little bit of wind was blown onto the blue silk hanging from the saint's waist.
They walked past the restaurant and tea house. On the top of the champion, Xue Yuan dangled the wine bottle next to the window, and saw this group of people as soon as he looked down.
The face of the saint was hidden under the umbrella, but the faces of Tian Fusheng and the chief guard were very familiar. Xue Yuan shook his drink and stretched his hands out of the window. When the group passed by his window, his fingers were released one by one.
" 嚓—"
The wine bottle shattered and fell not far behind Gu Yuanbai, and the guards suddenly tightened their bodies and looked upstairs fiercely.
Gu Yuanbai pushed open the umbrella, his vision was no longer obstructed. When he looked up, he put a hand on the second floor window at random. Without thinking about it, Gu Yuanbai knew that the owner of this hand dropped it. The bottle almost hit his wine.
The corners of Gu Yuanbai's lips (gou) were raised, but his voice was as cold as snowflakes, "Bring him down."
After a while, Xue Yuan, who was full of alcohol, was taken to the champion building by the guards. Snow fluttered and fluttered more powerfully. The umbrella was useless. Gu Yuanbai had asked the chief guard to put away the useless umbrella. Mian, stood alone in the cold wind for a while, and a lot of snow had accumulated on his body.
Xue Yuan was brought to Gu Yuanbai's side. Gu Yuanbai saw that it was him and continued to smile: "It turned out to be the son of General Xue's family."
Tian Fusheng said, "Master, do you want to send Master Xue back to General Xue's mansion?"
As they spoke, Xue Yuan burped a drink, stretched out his face to look at Gu Yuanbai for a while, and then said, "Holy?!"
Gu Yuanbai looked at him quietly. There were snow flakes on his hair, fox fur, and even eyelashes. These snow flakes did not melt immediately when they fell on him. Compared to him, Xue Yuan's body is (dry gan) (dry gan) clean, and those snowflakes have been transformed into water by the heat of his body before they fall.
Seeing this, Gu Yuanbai felt even worse.
No emperor will maintain a good mood in front of people who will seize his power in the future and who are a hundred times healthier than him.
Xue Yuan is a dog that bites when he sees people. He doesn't usually bark, but he is fierce and has a very low moral sense. He only has hope and power in his eyes. He is a good hand to lead soldiers, but such a courtier is like a sharp blade without a handle. If others want to use him, they must be prepared to be cut off.
Chu Wei and Gu Yuanbai dared to flicker, but Xue Yuan couldn't.
Gu Yuanbai looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground, "What's the matter?"
Xue Yuan grinned, the alcohol on his body was so angry that he followed to look at the debris on the ground, pretending to be in a daze, "Why is my wine here?"
Tian Fusheng held his nose and pinched his throat and said, "Master, Master Xue should be drunk."
Gu Yuanbai smiled suddenly, he walked to stand beside the tiles, and the person holding Xue Yuan also brought Xue Yuan over. Xue Yuan looked relaxed, his legs walked slowly, looking like this, the guards did not look like It's oppressing people, and it seems to be serving people.
Snow fell to the tip of his nose, and just a moment of itching rose up. Gu Yuanbai coughed a few times and muttered, "Kneel down."
The guards pressing Xue Yuan's arms firmly pressed Xue Yuan's knees against the sharp tiles that fell to the ground.
A large piece of broken porcelain pierced into (the meat rou), and the blood flowed through the pants to the ground instantly. Snow drifted on the blood, which was quickly melted into water, allowing the blood to spread faster on the ground.
Xue Yuan's face was put away in a perfunctory manner, and he looked up at Gu Yuanbai gloomily.
Gu Yuanbai smiled softly at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his hair, he lowered his head, and said one word in Xue Yuan's ear: "I am in a bad mood today, little son Xue, don't let me let you Mother's heartbroken opportunity, do you understand?"
Xue Yuan was forced to lift his chin, his chin tightened into a violent arc, his scalp was numb, and when the word "mother" came into his ears, he sneered with a gloomy smile: "Jiu Yao Got it."
Jiuyao is Xue Yuan's character.
Gu Yuanbai: "Very good."
He released his hand, Xue Yuan tilted his head slightly and watched the little emperor's pale lips (color) with a smile from his ears. The pain in his knees gradually subsided, but Xue Yuan's whole body was already hot.
He looked down at the wound on his knee, grinning sullenly. When the Saints and his party disappeared, Xue Yuan stood up on the ground and limped to Xue Mansion.
The first thing Gu Yuanbai did after entering the palace was to explain to the people from the Supervision Office to take advantage of Xue Mansion's opportunity to recruit people to send people there.
Sure enough, as he expected, after Xue Yuan returned to the mansion, he carried out a major cleansing of the people in the mansion. It is possible that all the people under the emperor's eyeliner will be sold, and then some people with pure backgrounds (gan gan) will be bought into the mansion.
The two protagonists, Xue Yuan and Chu Wei, naturally made Gu Yuanbai pay more attention. There are twelve people lurking in Xue's mansion. Seven of them have been cleared this time, and five others have stayed. Perhaps this can be done. Opportunity to take root and sprout and grow into a towering tree.
Gu Yuanbai was quite satisfied with the result.
Walking all the way back to the palace in a snowy day, when he returned to the palace, his shoes were already wet. Tian Fusheng could not help but mutter when he took off his shoes and socks for Gu Yuanbai: "Holy, take care of the dragon body."
Gu Yuanbai glanced down at his boots and said with a smile: "It's wet."
Tian Fusheng got busy with the eunuchs and court ladies, and he was relieved when he finally got the sacred (gan gan) (gan gan) clean without any coldness.
The saint was sitting by the bed, and the **** took away the wormwood water that was soaking his feet. The sky (color) outside the window was already dim, and the lights in the bedroom were as bright as day.
"Wan Taifei (shen) is not in good health," Gu Yuanbai sighed softly, "The imperial doctor told me that she was afraid that she would not be able to survive the summer."
Tian Fusheng pressed his shoulders to the saint, "Holy, Princess Wan doesn't want you to be sad."
"I know," Gu Yuanbai, "she is afraid of me and worried."
"It is this principle, sage, to see that you can cheer up and make her elderly happy."
Gu Yuanbai stopped talking, and after relaxing his shoulders, he asked Tian Fusheng to lead people back. He wanted to be alone and quietly.
He has just started, and he has just controlled Chaotang in his palm.
There are still many things that the world has not done, and there are many things that need to be verified in three to five years or even decades.
Princess Wan is worried about him, because he is worried that he will complain about his body.
But in fact, Gu Yuanbai was grateful for this extra life, not to mention that this life led him to appreciate the scenery he had never seen before.
Before (sleeping in Shui), Gu Yuanbai thought of Xue Yuan and Chu Wei.
He had no idea about these two protagonists. Without Xue Yuan, there would be Wang Yuan and Li Yuan... The only reason that can cause the turmoil itself is that the emperor himself did not do well.
His life has been limited, but whether it is Xue Yuan or Chu Wei, as the protagonists in the text, they can definitely develop Daheng well. Perhaps he can inherit his legacy and continue to do what he wants to do.
But Xue Yuan was too rude. To tame this mad dog, Gu Yuanbai needed to think of a way.
How can he be obedient?
Fear him and let him know it hurts?
Three days later, the examiner who was ordered by the sage accepted the decree, and brought his luggage into the Tribute Yuan under the protection of the imperial army. +++The latest ranking of Tanmei novels: When I learned that the examiner locked the courtyard, the Juren who came to the capital to rush the exam seemed to feel the tension of time. The number of people in restaurants and cafes suddenly decreased.
When the court came down that day, Gu Yuanbai called the Gongbu Shangshu, Hubu Shangshu, and the ritual scholar Chu Xun to the side hall of Xuanzheng Hall for discussion.
He gave to the three of them the article on the Yellow River that he heard from Chu Wei that day, and asked them to read it slowly. He took a cup of tea and drank slowly.
The Hubu Shangshu was the first to finish reading, he hesitated and said: "Holy, the minister has never seen such an exquisite cure for trouble. If it is to be implemented, it may be really miraculous... but the treasury..."
The Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry and the Physician of the Ministry of Libu have been completely immersed in the article, their faces (color) are solemn, and they are faintly excited (color).
"Holy!" Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry couldn't hide the surprise in his heart, "Who came up with this method? This man is a talent, the minister wants to see him!"
Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "Then you won't see it anymore."
This method of curing the disease was not devised by one person, but a method obtained by thousands of future generations amidst countless flood seasons.
It is the most reliable method in the ancient environment.
The Ministry of Industry Shangshu looked regretful and muttered: "It's a pity, a pity."
At this time, Talent Chu had just finished reading this article, he was thinking while reading, his expression (color) occasionally dignified and occasionally laughed, after reading it, he couldn't help saying: "Holy, this method is feasible!"
Gu Yuanbai asked with a smile, "Does Master Chu think it is feasible?"
Master Chu has always been rigorous, but at this time he nodded boldly, "If you follow the above-mentioned content one by one, the minister thinks it is feasible."
Hubu Shangshu was anxious, "Holy! The spring broadcast is about to begin, and the trial will cost money. The Gongyuan is being renovated. The site of the holy tomb has also been selected, and construction will begin this year. More than that, the holy will raise soldiers. The military supplies are even more numerous, and they cannot be stopped every day. If the river is to be built, the treasury will not be able to turn around."
In the early days of the king's succession to the throne, he started to build the mausoleum, but although Gu Yuanbai succeeded to the throne early, he fell behind in power.
Gu Yuanbai smiled comfortingly at him, "I understand."
"The governance of the world is always inseparable from money," Gu Yuanbai said in a hurry. "As long as you have money, you can build roads, buy horses, and train soldiers... I didn't decide to start managing the Yellow River floods now. The Yellow River floods are divided into spring floods and summer floods. The spring floods are from March to April, and the summer floods are from June to October. I called all the adults here because I wanted to discuss the spring flood together."
The Ministry of Industry Shangshu wondered: "Holy, there has been no flooding of the Yellow River in the previous few years. Why do you care so much this year?"
Hearing this, Gu Yuanbai put the tea cup in his hand on the table and made a soft sound: "I also want to know why it has been raining for half a month in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, but no one came to inform the court?"
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The two Shangshu and a doctor knelt on the ground with their knees soft.
Gu Yuanbai remained silent, let them kneel, and kept guessing in a quiet environment where the needle drop was audible, until the top of their heads sweated from their own guesses, and Gu Yuanbai said, "Get up."
There was no prime minister in the Da Heng Dynasty. The six departments were directly controlled by the emperor, and there was no cabinet. However, the Privy Council was set up. The Privy Council managed major military affairs and was directly controlled by the emperor.
When the imperial power was so grand, there would be people who would not report it. How could people in those places be so bold!
And how did the saint know about the rainy season of the Yellow River thousands of miles away?
The more the three ministers thought about it, the more they feared. They stood up softly, not daring to say a word.
"Chu Qing," Gu Yuanbai calmed down, "I know that you have a good understanding of water control. There is not much time now. I will set you as a comforter and send you to defend against the spring floods of the Yellow River. I don't want much, as long as If this small flood season does not cause a major disaster, Chu Qing, are you willing to go to the Yellow River?"
Without hesitation, Chu Xun knelt down again, and he said loudly, "The minister must use his best to fulfill his mission!"
Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the table and personally helped him up, "I have one more thing to ask me when I go now. Chu Qing wants to help me find out who is hiding it! Those local officials will follow Chu Qing. Check, don't be afraid of them, I am the master for you. If you have trouble, I will allow the local governor to lead troops to help."
Master Chu was so touched that his eyes gleamed, "Sage, don't worry, the minister will do his best."
Gu Yuanbai looked at the Shangshu of the Ministry of Households and the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry: "The Ministry of Industry has ordered more than a dozen people who are good at water management to accompany Chu Qing. Your two departments must fully support this matter, and you must not slacken."
"Yes."
The three people who came out of Xuanzheng Hall wiped the sweat from their heads, and they all shed cold sweat.
The Shangshu of the Ministry of Households and the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry congratulated Chu Xun. Chu Xun hurriedly returned the gift and asked again: "Two adults, the Lord has so much expectations of me now. The Yellow River has rained for half a month but no one reported to the court. Please two Adults don't want to tell others for the time being, I'm afraid that I'll be stunned."
Master Chu is suspecting that the local official and the Jing official (gou) have made an appointment. The Hubu Shangshu and the Ministry of Industry Shangshu nodded quickly, "Master Chu, don't worry, even if you don't say it, we don't dare to talk to the outside. The meaning is clear, we will cooperate well with both of us. Master Chu is good (gan gan), and also pay attention to safety. When you come back, you will get results in the test. Master Chu's knowledge has always been outstanding, and you may be happy then, father and son. Both of them should be promoted, and those who should be promoted will become officials."
Chu Xun quickly humbled a few words, and the three of them talked and laughed and laughed.
In the hall.
Tian Fusheng brought the boiled medicine after the ministers left. The black medicine juice was even more bitter in the white porcelain bowl. Gu Yuanbai glanced at it and took the medicine bowl and drank it.
People who drank too much medicine didn't feel bitter anymore. Gu Yuanbai took a few more sips of tea to remove the smell of medicine in his mouth, put on a cloak, and walked out of the Palace of Xuanzheng.
A thick layer of snow has accumulated outside.
The snow on the ground was cleared (gan), but there was still a palm of thick snow on the trees and grass.
Gu Yuanbai took a few breaths of the biting air, and his heart was refreshed. He walked under the tree, rolling a ball of snow with his hands, but after a few moments of effort, his pampered hands were frozen.
The head guard hurriedly ran away and got a pair of leather gloves. Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "I just walked in the snow, and see what you are in a hurry."
The head guard scowled, "Holy, throw the snow away."
"Good, good," Gu Yuanbai threw the snow, both hands stretched out in front of the chief guard, helplessly, "you are always too careful."
The chief guard carefully held Gu Yuanbai's fingertips, and carefully wiped off the wet water and snow from the palms of Sheng Shang's palm with the handkerchief. The skin of the sage is delicate and tender, only ice and snow stayed in his hands for a while, and the fingertips of his ten fingers have been alluring pink (color).
The palm is delicate, and the veins must be melted into the soft skin. The chief guard must be careful and careful so as not to leave the rubbing red mark on the hands of the sage.
It's no wonder that others are careful with him, and Gu Yuanbai is inseparable from the meticulous service of others.
When there was no snow in his palms, the chief guard respectfully let go of his hands, and then spread the leather gloves carefully. The brown (colored) gloves covered Bai Yingying's hands and extended to the sleeves. under.
Gu Yuanbai raised his hand and sniffed the smell of the gloves. He handled it very cleanly, with only the smoky aroma. He nodded and smiled: "Let me take a look at the snow scene."
But while enjoying the scenery, the guards were muffled and could not speak. Gu Yuanbai felt that the wrong person had been found. He thought and thought, thinking of the public opinion talents he had fancyed that day.
It seems to be called Chang Yuyan?
In the mansion of Shaoqing of Dali Temple.
Chang Yuyan was writing an article, and suddenly heard a noise outside the study, he frowned, suppressed the disturbed anger, and quickly opened the door: "What are you (gan)?!"
The young man next to his father was hurriedly leading people here, and when he saw him open the door, he shouted: "Master! The Lord, please come to the palace to accompany you!"
Chang Yuyan shook his hand holding the door, "What?"
The people from the palace were still following behind him. The young man was anxious and ran over first and urged: "Master, change your clothes. The Lord will let you enter the palace to enjoy the snow!"
Chang Yuyan swallowed, only feeling flustered and pleasantly surprised. He hurriedly turned around and changed his clothes. People from the palace also followed up slowly. Seeing that he was so busy, he stopped aloud: "Master Chang, don't bother. There is nothing wrong with this body. Let's go into the palace with the little one first, lest the saint waits too long."
Chang Yuyan said with shame, "The smell of ink in my body."
"No problem," the man in the palace said anxiously, "Master Chang, don't worry, the Lord will not blame you for this."
This is not a question of blame or not, it is a question of his image in the eyes of the sage.
Chang Yuyan's heart was complicated, but after all, the joy of being called up by the holy took the upper hand. He abandoned the entanglement and was about to leave with the palace, but suddenly remembered something, hurried back to the study, took the book and rolled it in his sleeve. Go out again.
The palace sent a carriage, and Chang Yuyan got on the carriage. After a while, he felt a little dull. He raised his hand and stumped his face, only to realize that he didn't know when his face was already hot.
Chang Yuyan didn't actually respect the Sage so much before.
Xue Yuan is a wolf and dog. When Chang Yuyan can play with him, his **** is mixed with indulgence. He dared to write thirteen poems that offend the powerful, not because he was angry about it, but also It is not that he is worried about the country and the people. It was because he wanted to fight against his father. Apart from this one, the more important thing is to earn a good reputation.
The poems that Chang Yuyan wrote were worried about the people in the world, but he comfortably enjoyed the wine and food, brocade silk and satin, Xue Yuan and him were a bunch of raccoon dogs, the inside was rotten to the point of stinking, and there was a pair for himself on the surface. The appearance of gold and jade.
Fame is sometimes more useful to literati than power and money, and sometimes it can even save lives.
During the investigation system, the literati needed to build a reputation for themselves if they wanted to be officials. "Lying on the ice for carp" and "Kong Rong to let the pear" are the results of the spreading behind the literati family. This is the unspeakable potential of the scholars. qiang) Rules g. Chang Yuyan's family didn't promote his reputation until he established the crown, so Chang Yuyan had to come by himself.
For Chang Yuyan, there is nothing wrong with being able to let the rich and powerful to demote his father.
It is conceivable that this time the sage announced that he would enter the palace to accompany him, and his reputation must have played a big role. Chang Yuyan spit on herself while feeling grateful.
If he had no reputation, the sage might never look at him.
Gong Attendant drove the carriage on the road. Everyone in the capital after the snow was shrunk at home. Chang Yuyan's brain was hot. He bowed his head and arranged himself several times. He felt that the smell of ink was still all over. How could he Go to see the saint like this?
Chang Yuyan moved to the car window and opened the windows and doors to blow some cold wind to calm down. After finally calming down, Chang Yuyan suddenly saw the figures of Tang Mian, the son of Shangshu from Hubu and Li Yan, Hou Shizi of Pyeongchang. A flash of light passed by the alley.
One is the son of an important minister, and the other is an honorable son. Even if you are close in the school (guanguan) department, you should avoid suspicion when you are outside, right?
And if it's correct... Chang Yuyan squinted his eyes, but unfortunately the carriage swayed by, he only glanced at it hurriedly, but if they were right, they should have two paintings in their hands?
Gu Yuanbai watched and walked. After putting on leather gloves, no one stopped him from embracing the snow.
When Chang Yuyan came over, Sheng Shang was carrying a jar, and he carefully swept the thick snow from the plum blossom into the jar. The snow falls on the plum blossoms. After a night of brewing, the snow is also contaminated with the fragrance of plum blossoms. After the snow melts, it is used to make tea.
Chang Yuyan stepped forward to salute, and said nervously: "The kid sees the Lord."
"No need to be polite," the saint put aside the work at hand, and personally held up Chang Yuyan's arms, "the last time I saw you, you were very cautious, and today I called you to appreciate the snow, so don't be so nervous. "
As soon as Gu Yuanbaifu shook Chang Yuyan's arm, he felt the tight skin under his clothes, and said with a dumb smile: "Is it really that scary?"
Chang Yuyan got hot on his face and quietly raised his eyes to look.
Gu Yuanbai had already smiled and led him to walk forward. The guards followed five steps away, and the maids took the jar and continued to collect Chunxue under the plum blossoms.
On weekdays, Gu Yuanbai doesn't wear dragon robes. He wears regular clothes. The corners of the regular clothes are embroidered with dark patterns in a low-key manner. It seems that there is a dragon clinging to him when he walks.
There were a few snow-stained plum blossoms on the blue silk that fell behind. Chang Yuyan saw it and looked at it a few more times, but he was embarrassed to remind him.
After visiting the snow scene in the palace, Chang Yuyan was left by the sage for dinner. After dinner, he was about to leave. Chang Yuyan dared to take out the book of poems from his sleeve. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh his thick skin, "Holy, this is a kid. The collection of poems that has been sorted out recently is based on the previous poems that are still eye-catching, and the income since the last visit to the garden. If the sage doesn't dislike it, the young man wants to dedicate this to the sacred."
A thin book of poems, this should be the original manuscript, and there are small folds on it.
Gu Yuanbai is also very interested in this talented new poem with public opinion and talent potential. If it is a masterpiece, then he believes it will definitely spread throughout the capital soon.
The previous leather gloves had been taken off before the meal. Gu Yuanbai smiled and flipped through the collection of poems, glanced at random, his smile deepened.
Compared with the thirteen poems that satirize the rich and powerful, his work this time caters to the taste of his ruler.
Gu Yuanbai handed the collection of poems to Tian Fusheng and collected it, but suddenly remembered something, and smirked, "The eldest son of General Xue and Yuyan should be a good friend?"
Chang Yu didn't know what he said, so he nodded cautiously: "Yes."
Gu Yuanbai slowly said, "A few days ago, I heard that Xue Jiuyao had injured both knees. Do you know about this?"
Chang Yuyan was taken aback, what?
Seeing his ignorant expression, Gu Yuan raised his brows and smiled leisurely: "When Yuyan is out of the palace, it's better to go to Xue Mansion and take a look. Let me talk to General Xue and Xue Jiuyao. In a word, if they need it, I can send the imperial physician in the palace to Xue Mansion for treatment."
Sage: "After all, he is the son of my Aiqing, the future Daheng general. If there is any accident, it is really Daheng's loss."
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Xue Yuan lay on the (bed chuang), and couldn't help but laugh as he listened, "That's what he told you?"
Chang Yuyan frowned slightly and said, "I want to call him Sheng Shang."
Xue Yuan was wrapped in a medicine cloth on his knees, with blood (color) faintly glowing, but his face seemed to be insensible, and he pointed his fingers at his wounds, smiling and saying: "This injury is the punishment of the Holy Spirit."
"It's impossible," Chang Yuyan retorted subconsciously, then frowned and thought for a while, "Did you do something wrong?"
Xue Yuan glanced at him, and asked, "What did the Holy Master recruit you to the palace today?"
When Chang Yuyan heard this, he unconsciously tightened his skin, and his face felt a little hot. "The Holy Supreme recruited me to be in the palace to accompany him, naturally to let me accompany me to appreciate the snow."
"Appreciating the snow?" Xue Yuan propped his hands on the couch, his arms were fierce, his muscles were stretched, and he sat up directly with his fingertips tapping his thighs, thinking, "I can see What about you?"
In Xue Yuan's eyes, this emperor didn't seem to be doing useless work. Even his mad dog dared to provoke him. It was enough to provoke him. At least, as the little emperor said, he was handsome and talented. But strange, what does Chang Yuyan have?
A scholar, a sour smell, what use can Chang Yuyan do?
But for such a useless scholar, the emperor invited him to reward the snow. For Xue Yuan, a talent in the future, the emperor punished him with blood on his knees without blinking.
Chang Yuyan heard this sentence clearly, and he smiled without a smile, "Xue Yuan, what do you mean?"
Xue Yuan said slowly, "Can you have a fart?"
Chang Yuyan stared with anger, "I don't say that it is famous all over the world, at least it is a small reputation. Li Guan had so many people who came to congratulate me that day and even shocked the government. And I have always been talented, waiting for the palace test. At the end, you wait for me to get a champion!"
After he finished speaking, he got up and left with an angry sleeve.
Xue Yuan (touching Mo) pressed his chin, and after Chang Yuyan could not see the shadow at all, he sneered, "The champion?"
What good is the little emperor wanting a champion?
Xue Yuan left the bed with his legs and stood straight on the ground, with his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to the window.
The white cloth on his knees oozes dots of blood, and the taste of pain is very new to Xue Yuan.
No one has ever dared to let him kneel on a tile.
Did the throne give the little emperor such courage?
Xue Yuan (touching Mo) pondered his chin, and remembered the face of the little emperor. Although the hairs weren't all the same, they were more beautiful than the ladies.
It's just that this is too strong.
But Xue Yuan is cheap in his bones, and he likes to face people with a strong temper (gan gan).
Master Chu Xun has taken the people to the Yellow River. The Supervision Office will provide Chu Xun with news from the front lines. In order to train the people of the Supervision Office, Gu Yuanbai spent a lot of money. The people in the Supervision Office do not only need to be literate. To practice martial arts, riding and shooting, you must also learn the skills of geography and war books and tracking the ambushers.
In addition to education, Gu Yuanbai also pays great attention to their food, which is more important than raising soldiers. The food is mixed with meat and vegetables. The rice used is good rice. (Meat rou) is indispensable. The entire supervisory office has cultivated a strong and powerful body. If they are healthy, it represents Gu Yuanbai's health. The half-moon rain thing can travel thousands of miles to the capital in such a fast time, this good body is essential.
Preventing floods, Gu Yuanbai temporarily put it down, and shifted his focus to the upcoming meeting.
In the early days of these days, the ministers were also worried because of the cold wave in the capital. This time the cold wave is raging, and many people have written to hope that the test-takers will add more clothes and more coal for heating, and then the Gongyuan's house will be well repaired.
Especially the parents who have descendants in their families to participate in this test, according to reason, refused to back down in the first half of the court.
The holy heart is kind, and the house is already under repair, and the paper for increasing the amount of warm charcoal has also been approved. However, it was blocked by many courtiers in allowing the test examiners to add more clothes.
It's not that there was no such thing as (fafa). Winter in Beijing is always long and colder. Sometimes spring can be compared with winter. There are many benevolent emperors, and they have given permission to carry an extra coat of leather.
But at that time, many examples of sewing cheating papers into the clothes were discovered. The more the clothes were checked, the more troublesome it was. The emperor's kindness was also regarded as usable by these inferior scholars (bad zao) Means of squandering.
"Holy Lord," the courtier persuaded, "it was not the case that the cold wave had not returned in the past. The coal has increased, and the house has been repaired. This is enough."
But this year's cold wave is very severe. The Da Heng Dynasty will take the test for three consecutive days. Between the candidates' boarding and lodging rooms, if the temperature drops or it rains or snows during those days, I am afraid that many people will suffer from the wind and cold, and even worse, May die within these three days.
Gu Yuanbai really felt sorry for these talents, he finally gave the order and allowed him to add more clothes.
As soon as this imperial decree came out, the whole group of people rushing for the exam in the capital cheered for joy, and their eyes tearfully thanked the saint for his kindness.
Those (shen) who were not well suited to the weather in Beijing became even more excited. They prostrated themselves and continued to say: "Holy kindness, holy grace!"
A thin piece of clothing represents a hope for warmth in the cold and small rooms. Regardless of the disciples of the ministers, the saints still decided to relax the limits. This is the bright love for them.
The writing and love from the sage makes the scholars who are familiar with Master of Heaven and Earth become more enthusiastic.
Of course, Gu Yuanbai's kindness to these activists does not mean that they will be allowed to take this opportunity to cheat.
If someone dares to be so bold and takes this opportunity to hold a note, then those who wait for him will be punished more severely than forfeiting his fame.
Gu Yuanbai didn't want his kind deeds to become a joke in the future.
The time is waiting for it to finally come to the test day.
Chu Wei woke up early in the morning and practiced a set of martial arts in the courtyard indifferently, and stopped until he sweated all over. After washing it out, my mother is recounting the things she wants to bring to the tribute house. This is already her fifth count. Chu Wei is also a little helpless, "Mother, don't be so nervous."
"How can mother not be nervous!" Madam Chu raised her voice to retort, and then bowed her head nervously and continued counting, "Shampa, paper, (dry gan) food..."
Chu Wei left her and finished the meal in silence. The young man picked up his things and accompanied the young master to the Gongyuan.
Mrs. Chu sent him to the door, clasping her hands together with the sky full of gods and Buddhas for blessing, feeling anxious, "May my son pass the trial smoothly."
There are a lot of people going to Beijing to rush the exam, so they are divided into different batches to enter the examination room. Chu Wei's luck is very bad. He will enter the Gongyuan early in the morning and wait a whole day in the Gongyuan.
When he was queuing up at the door, Chu Wei asked Xiao Si to go back first. He carried the test box on his back and stood upright among the crowd.
His appearance is particularly eye-catching, and his temperament is like a bright moon, so many people have noticed him, and while whispering, they understand that this man is the first beautiful man Chu Wei whose reputation has spread throughout the capital. Up.
Li Yan, Hou Shizi of Pyeongchang, who was sending off his friend Tang Mian not far away, noticed the commotion right away. He looked back and patted Tang Mian's shoulder with gloat, "Tang Mian, Chu Wei You participated in this test, can you still get a good ranking?"
Tang Mian also saw Chu Wei. He frowned and relaxed again. "He hasn't continued scientific examinations for seven years. I don't believe that his knowledge is still that good in seven years. Just take the exam for Chu Wei. He Can't threaten me."
Chu Wei, who was obliquely behind, moved his ears, and suddenly turned his head to look at Tang Mian.
Neither Tang Mian nor Li Yan had noticed. Li Yan asked, "You are ranked one of the best every time in the university. Are you sure that you will win the top prize this time?"
Tang Mian cautiously said: "Xuan. I heard that Chang Yuyan, the son of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, also participated in this test. I have read his articles and poems. He is a strong enemy to me."
Li Yan couldn't help being jealous and authentic: "Anyway, as long as he is in the first class, he will be summoned by the saint himself."
Tang Mian couldn't help feeling a bit both excited and nervous. He smiled and pretended to be calm and said: "I will definitely let the Holy Master look at me with admiration."
Since that day of the Cuju game, I can only relive the face of the saint in the painting. But how can the appearance of the person in the painting compare to a tenth of the real person?
The real sage is the light of the sun and the moon. If you want the sun and the moon to remember him, there are not enough players and not enough to explore the flowers.
In the name of his failure to establish a crown, if he wins the champion...
Tang Mian's heart couldn't help but become hot.
Chu Wei looked away calmly and lowered his eyes to cover the disdain and sneer in his eyes.
Jumping beam clown really dare to think.
When the test in the Gongyuan began, Gu Yuanbai in the Dauchi also received the news.
He listened carefully to the report, and for a long time, his pale (colored) lips lightly (hook gou), (showing) a satisfied smile, "Yes."
Tian Fusheng brought him a cup of nourishing soup. He was happy when he looked at the sage, and he couldn't help saying, "It's not wasting the love of the sage. The students of this year are honest, and the next scholars will also Can enjoy some shade."
Gu Yuanbai nodded and put aside the government affairs that he had handled, "I should also ponder the topic of their palace exam."
Tian Fusheng brought the volumes. These volumes recorded thousands of topics. Gu Yuanbai flipped through a few pages and shook his head, "No matter how many times I read it, it still seems inconvenient without punctuation. "
Tian Fusheng looked at the sage in doubt, "Punctuation marks?"
Gu Yuanbai: "Nothing."
Punctuation marks are sentence breaks, what the ancients called "sentence reading". But this punctuation cannot be easily taken out, nor is it easy to pass.
Since ancient times, some orphan doctrines have been monopolized by academic factions, and their monopoly on academics depends on sentence reading. For example, the well-known two phrasings of "the people can do it but not know it", one is "the people can do it but cannot know it", and the other is "the people can do it, let it be known; it is not, let it know it".
Different schools have different methods of sentence segmentation, and their understandings are naturally different. If punctuation is applied, these academic schools will inevitably be shaken. Which one is right and why is the others wrong? Why should they let the people of the world know the sentence-making methods of their factions?
Academic factions are called factions because of the monopoly characteristics given by their unique culture. Because of their uniqueness, students who want to learn knowledge need to devote themselves to their names. When there are more people studying, such factions Will be transformed into a school valve.
Even if there is an official school, it cannot stop the growth and development of academic schools.
People who have learned this school of knowledge will have a unified sentence and a unified understanding of the words of the saint. At this time, the emperor suddenly took out a punctuation mark and said that this article should be so broken, and that article should be read like this. Officially stating that different factions and scholars in factions will be dissatisfied, so why are we wrong? What we spend time, energy, and money on learning, if this is wrong, won't we get any rewards, won't we learn it for nothing?
And factions that are the same as the official sentence will be equally dissatisfied. Why is our private knowledge being released to the world? How can the things that our ancestors have accumulated for generations become common to all people in the world?
As soon as the punctuation marks came out, their cake was touched. These academic schools would never agree.
Punctuation marks are a good thing, but Gu Yuanbai can't show them now.
When there is no enemy inside and outside (strong qiang), when the emperor has the ability to lift the table, it is the time to shock the school and make academic changes.
Gu Yuanbai turned the two pages of the volume, took a sip of warm tea, and couldn't help laughing when he noticed what he was thinking.
He said he wanted a Buddha, but it was like a sugar addict saying that he wanted to quit sugar, and a smoker saying he wanted to stop smoking. The mouth is full of words, but the body is very honest, and it completely shows what is meant by inconsistency and insincere.