Seiwa

Dao Yan's eloquence was first-rate, but he couldn't convince Meng Qinghe.

"Disciples need to know that it is not the work of a wise man to blind one's eyes with one leaf."

"I will remember the words of the master." Meng Qing said softly, "But if there is something to be done, there must be something to be done. After all, Meng is a layman, and he can't be detached from things."

Dao Yan shook his head, and before he could speak, Meng Qinghe said again: "There is a knife on the head of Ren, and Meng doesn't think he is a material for being knifed. Whoever makes me unhappy, I can't make him feel better. Pay for what Retribution, cause and effect, didn’t the master say the same just now?”

"Amitabha." Dao Yan clasped his hands together, "Even if this person shouldn't be messed with?"

"Master, someone else provoked me first."

"Aren't you afraid of being high and powerful?"

"Don't be afraid to let the master know that Meng is only loyal to the present, who can be more important than the present?"

The wind blows through the courtyard, and the branches and leaves of ancient trees in the courtyard rustle in the wind.

Dao Yan lowered his eyes and proclaimed a Buddha's name, "It's going to rain."

Meng Qinghe froze for a moment, "Master?"

"It's getting late, disciple, let's go back to the city earlier." Dao Yan twirled the beads, "Disciple Lingtai is clear, it's because of the master."

Turning his head to look out the window, sure enough, when the wind blows, the sky has already gathered dark clouds, and there are hidden lightnings crawling through the clouds in the distance, and there will be another thunderstorm.

Meng Qinghe stood up and bid farewell to Daoyan.

The temple here is built in the mountains, some distance away from the city, he doesn't want to get caught in the rain halfway.The injuries on his body didn't heal quickly, and if he caught cold again, he might never be able to do without Dr. Zhao's bitter medicine.

"Apprentice."

Just as he was stepping out of the door, Dao Yan's voice came from behind.

"Grandmaster?"

"Remember what you said as a teacher, and be loyal to the present. But you need to keep a thread in everything, and it should be a good relationship for the future."

Meng Qinghe stopped, turned around and saluted, and said, "Thank you for your teaching, Master."

"If you can't solve the problem, come to find me as a teacher." Dao Yan smiled very kindly, "As a teacher, I will be an apprentice to stand out and find the place."

Meng Qinghe: "..."

Did he hear wrong?Is this what a monk should say?

Meng Twelve Lang's expression was very subtle, but Dao Yan stopped talking, waved his hands, closed his eyes, and began to chant sutras.

The dark clouds were dark, and there was no candle in the room, so it was very dark.Dao Yan, dressed in a monk's robe, sat cross-legged on the futon, his bald head with burnt scars was as shiny as a [-]-watt fluorescent lamp.

Is this the so-called Buddha light?

Meng Qinghe was embarrassed immediately.He hurriedly said that he was guilty, and the great monk said that he would cover him, but he complained about the monk's bald head, which was really inappropriate.

He bid farewell to Dao Yan again, and closed the door behind him.

A little novice stood outside the door, and when he saw Meng Qinghe coming out, he bowed to salute.

"Tan Yue is polite."

Meng Qinghe was good-looking and always had a smile on his face. He was also a disciple of Master Daoyan, and the monks in the temple were very kind to him.

Smiling at the little novice, Meng Qinghe took out a bag of red bean paste cakes from his pocket, handed it to the little novice, blinked, "Little master smiled and accepted."

The little novice monk with three heads was very distressed, should he be accepted?

"There is no lard, only bean paste and mung beans, it is not considered a relapse."

The little novice was still distressed, hesitating very much, is he really going to break the precept?It seems very sweet and delicious...

"Isn't the abbot going out for alms? Temples also receive incense from believers, so let's accept it, my little master." Meng Qinghe continued, "The right is my sincerity to the Buddha, and there is no need to have any psychological burden."

Even though he didn't understand the meaning of "psychological burden", the little novice was still persuaded by Meng Qinghe, and put his hands together, "Tanyue's kindness, but the poor monk's disrespect."

The three-headed little monk put on the appearance of an eminent monk, one word, cute; two words, very cute; three words, very cute.

Meng Qinghe hurriedly handed over the snacks and told himself not to laugh, absolutely not to laugh.

With a creak, the door suddenly opened.

Monk Daoyan stood at the door, twirling the beads, glanced at the pastry in the hands of the little novice, and then at Meng Qinghe, the meaning was very clear, Amitabha, does not have the role of a teacher?

"My disciple is like this, I feel sad for my teacher."

Meng Qinghe: "..."

Can you be more shameless?

When he didn't know how many good things the future Emperor Yongle would give to the great monk?The legendary gold ingots are all pulled by horse-drawn carriages!

Such a local tyrant, is there any need to cry poorly with him, a layman who still has to support his family?

"Master, here it is."

Meng Qinghe was still slandering, and the little novice had already presented the pastries.

"The pure enlightenment is very good, would you like to listen to the sutras taught by the poor monk?"

Seeing the great monk smilingly taking two pieces of pastry from the little novice, Meng Qinghe really wanted to point at the bald head and snatch it from the three-headed one. Do you still feel ashamed?

But the little novice was very happy, and his eyes were bent into crescents when he smiled.

"Thank you, Master!"

His silly appearance makes it difficult to connect him with a certain eminent monk in the future.

Sure enough, simple people make fast progress?

Meng Qinghe scratched his chin, very puzzled.

After coming and going many times, Meng Qinghe has a very clear understanding of the layout of the temple here.Without the monk leading the way, I walked out of the mountain gate after three detours and two detours.

The sweeping monk told Meng Qinghe that someone was waiting for him in front of the mountain gate.

"That benefactor has a bit of evil spirit on his body."

Esau's taciturn temperament allowed him to make such comments, which shows that the one outside the mountain gate is indeed a fierce god.

"Thank you."

Meng Qing said goodbye to the floor-sweeping monk with a smile, and quickened his pace, and sure enough, he saw Shen Xuan in blue uniform at the corner of the stone steps.

The ancient temples in the mountains are full of greenery.

There is a winding path, and the gentleman stands vigorously, with black hair and black eyebrows, handsome and elegant.

Meng Qinghe stopped and looked at Shen Xuan quietly, if he didn't move, the person in front of him really looked like a work of art carved from white jade.

However, there is always a compelling sharpness hidden under the gentle appearance.

Being stared at like this, ordinary people can find something wrong, let alone Shen Xuan.

The mountain wind blew over his temples, Shen Xuan raised his head, and saw the person on the stone steps with a jade-like face that seemed to have just melted from ice and snow, and a gentle smile that made people blush and heartbeat.

The fierce god on the battlefield, the king and sun Guiqiu off the battlefield.

The same person has two completely different faces.

Meng Qinghe patted his chest and let out a slander, completely inhuman.

"Since the conductor is here, why don't you go in and pay a visit to Master Daoyan?"

Shen Xuan shook his head, "Buddhism is pure, it is not a place for me to set foot."

Meng Qinghe was puzzled.

"Twelve Langs don't need to understand." Shen Xuan put one hand on Meng Qinghe's waist and moved closer, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Meng Qinghe was startled, and turned his head quickly. Fortunately, the gate of the mountain was closed, and there were no pilgrims now, so no one saw him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Mang Yi grasped Shen Xuan's wrist and pulled it away forcefully, no one could be so unscrupulous, "Commander, let's go down the mountain quickly, it's going to rain soon."

"indeed."

Shen Xuan nodded, and when Meng Qinghe thought the alarm had been lifted, he suddenly hugged him.

"command?"

"You have injuries on your body, and your pace is slow, so it's faster."

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, Shen Xuan stepped forward with his long legs, Meng Qinghe knew that protesting was useless, so he put his arms around his neck honestly.Just hug it, it's good if you can go down the mountain earlier.

Experience tells Meng Twelve Lang that any struggle is useless in front of Hou Erdai.

At the foot of the mountain, the guards of the two were waiting with their horses.Seeing Shen Xuan carrying Meng Qinghe down the mountain, he didn't raise his eyebrows.

When Meng Tongzhi was injured, he was hugged by Commander Shen all the time, and everyone was used to it.Anyway, Meng Tongzhi has a small body, not as heavy as Commander Shen's spear, and it's not much different from holding a lamb.

Commander Shen is sympathetic to his subordinates, what a good boss.

The personal guard handed over the reins, and Shen Xuan didn't ask Meng Qinghe to ride with him, which made Meng Twelve Lang heave a sigh of relief.

In any case, he is a third-rank military officer at any rate.The soldiers don't care about it carelessly, but the crooked intestines of the court officials are not easy to deal with.Riding on the same horse with Shen Xuan, and being seen by a civil official in the court, especially the speech officer, if you read a book, it must be another lawsuit.

They don't care if they are the men and horses brought out from Beiping today, besides, they can catch one or two of Yan Wang's direct descendants with swords, which is just right for people.Today, in order to calm people's hearts, they will definitely not cover up.

Since the founding of the Jianwen Emperor, he ascended the throne today, all civil servants and military generals who have been included in the list of traitors have been killed and hacked.Even if they commit suicide, their family members will be punished.It is not difficult to be forgiven for asking someone to intercede in front of Zhu Di through the help of a relationship.

Every time the executioner raises the knife, the number of heads chopped off is based on hundreds.

Many people in the court knew that Zhu Di wanted to use killing to establish his prestige, some people took the opportunity to make false accusations in revenge, and there were also petty officials who insulted the offender's family and robbed private property.

Soon, the king of Yan killed indiscriminately, the army of Yan was brutal, and the voices of disrespect for the people arose everywhere.

An undercurrent was surging, and Zhu Di noticed it, but he didn't deal with it right away. He was waiting, waiting for the traces of the behind-the-scenes pushers to show up.

Zhu Di is an excellent hunter, he either doesn't kill or kills him with a knife.

Not being able to see the situation clearly, trying to fish in troubled waters to make him uncomfortable, is definitely asking for a dead end.

As Shen Xuan said before: Everything has just begun.

A group of people worked fast, but were still blocked on the way by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, there was a tea house on the side of the road for shelter from the rain. Meng Qinghe gave a lot of tea money, and the shop specially sent a brazier to prevent everyone from catching cold after being exposed to the rain.

In July, a shower of rain is nothing to the soldiers who are used to playing peek-a-boo with Bei Yuan in the ice and snow.Wipe away the rain, drink a bowl of hot tea, and the heat from your body can dry your clothes.

Only Meng Qinghe felt uncomfortable.

Sitting by the brazier, his face was still pale.Shen Xuan put one hand on his wrist, with a worried look on his face.

"The commander can also signal the pulse?" Meng Qinghe sneezed with an itchy nose, and couldn't help laughing bitterly. If this continues, will he become a paper man?No, he still has a great life and lofty ideals, so he can't just go on like this.When I returned to the city, I went to see the doctor, and he accepted the medicine no matter how bitter it was.

Shen Xuan didn't answer Meng Qinghe's words. After a while, he moved his finger away, "I'll take my leave after I get back. I have a mansion in Dongcheng, and I asked Dr. Zhao to prescribe some medicines to restore the body and take a good rest. Don't go out if you don't have anything to do. Master Yan, I will explain."

"Take leave now?" Meng Qinghe hesitated, "Is this okay?"

"No problem, with An Luhou and others first, just follow the routine."

King Yan has already dealt with state affairs in the palace, but the edict of succession has not yet been drafted, and the grand ceremony has not yet been held.The generals of the five armies and the advisers in the army naturally did not receive rewards, and their ranks were still judged by the official affiliation of the palace.

Wu Jie has the title of marquis and was a governor. To ask for leave, he needs to say hello at the governor's mansion of the five armies. Meng Qinghe has no position in the court, so he doesn't need to go through this procedure. As long as Shen Xuan approves, he doesn't need to issue a leave note, and he can just go home.

Thunder roared, lightning blinded, and rain poured down.

A few soldiers were squatting in front of the teahouse, out of boredom, they yelled Bian Sai Hu Qu at the top of their voices, the roar almost drowning out the thunder. lol.

Meng Qinghe sighed, and took out a lot of copper coins, which should be regarded as compensation for spiritual loss.

"Old man, please bear with me."

Meng Qinghe sneezed to comfort the old man, Shen Xuan turned his head, glanced over coldly, and the roaring soldiers stopped immediately.

If you don't shut up, your neck is cold and your scalp is numb. It's almost the same as being chopped with a knife.

The old man took the copper coins tremblingly, thanked him again and again, and gave Meng Qinghe two small dishes, which tasted exceptionally good.

The pork skin cut into strips is so tasty and chewy, and the spicy pickles will definitely taste better when served with steamed buns.

Meng Qinghe's stomach started growling suddenly, and he wanted to ask his old man to buy dry food, but Shen Xuan held his hand down.

"The rain is about to stop, let's go back to the city for dinner."

Although it was a pity, Meng Qinghe still listened to Shen Xuan's words, put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup, took a sip of warm tea, the salty taste was diluted a lot, and he seemed not so hungry anymore.

Before long, the heavy rain finally stopped.

Meng Qinghe's complexion also improved a lot.

When everyone left the teahouse and rushed to the gate of the city, a convoy was entering the city.

The carriage was simple and crude, and there was no ceremonial guard, but there were officials from the inner court to welcome him.

Seeing the middle-aged man getting off the first carriage, Shen Xuan got off the horse immediately, led Meng Qinghe back, and said in a low voice, "It's King Zhou."

Zhou Wang?Emperor Yongle's half-brother, the first feudal lord of Jianwen Emperor?

After the king of Zhou came his sons, and then the female relatives.

Zhu Yuanzhang's martial arts is unrivaled in the world, with the spirit of dragon and horse, parents and sons can form a strengthened platoon.It's a pity that the princes inherited my father's martial arts and martial arts skills, but they didn't inherit my father's ability to give birth to sons.

Counting down from the prince Zhu Biao, the third generation of the Zhu family can barely reach three figures.

Zhu Di has three sons, King Zhu of Zhou is not as good as his elder brother, only two.

In contrast, Zhu Biao had four sons who lived to adulthood, which is considered more among brothers.

King Zhou was recalled from Yunnan by Emperor Jianwen. Worried that the emperor would be unfavorable to his family, he tried every means to delay the time to enter Beijing.In the middle of the trip, when he heard that King Yan had broken the capital, he immediately stepped on his horse.Now that my brother is sitting on the throne, there is nothing else to say, just speed up.

When they arrived in Nanjing, apart from King Zhou himself, including the concubine, the crown prince and the princess were all pale, and they managed not to faint directly.

Zhou Wang's family didn't stay in front of the city gate for a long time, and they were soon welcomed into the city and sent to Zhou Wang's mansion to settle down.

The chariots, horses and people waiting in front of the city gate entered the city one after another.

After entering the city, Meng Qinghe didn't go back to the post house where he stayed, but was directly taken to Shen Xuan's house in Dongcheng.

Shen Xuan's title has not been restored, and the Marquis Mansion has not been returned, this mansion is his private property.

Black oil gate, five halls.The ridge of the roof is decorated with tile beasts, and the beams, buildings, and eaves are decorated with blue and green paintings.

The decoration of the hall is strictly in accordance with the rules of the three grades. From the pens and inks of famous artists on the walls, to the carvings and paintings on the corners of the eaves, to the tables and chairs in the hall, there is no place for arrogance, and there is no luxury. Can feel the thick foundation.

"Is Twelve Lang satisfied?"

The personal guards have retreated, only two captains are waiting outside the door.

Meng Qinghe nodded, such a building would definitely belong to the level of a mansion in later generations.

Shen Xuan smiled, and dragged Meng Qinghe through the main hall to the back house. The road was paved with bricks and stones, and there was a martial arts arena behind the second hall.

Looking at the weapon racks in the martial arts arena, Meng Qinghe twitched his mouth when thinking of the paintings of famous artists that he had seen before. Well, who said generals are uneducated?

Meng Qinghe thought he would be placed in the west wing, but Shen Xuan took him directly into the main room.

The large black bank, the landscape screen, and the simple furnishings are clearly the style of Commander Shen.

"Is this the main room?"

"Yes."

"Is it okay for me to sleep here?"

"Twelve Lang is not satisfied?"

"No, but..."

After all, this is the capital, not Beiping, nor a military camp.Meng Qinghe was always a little uneasy.

"It's fine if you're satisfied." Shen Xuan sat next to Meng Qinghe, "Don't worry about the rest."

Really don't care?

Suddenly, Meng Qinghe remembered something more important, "The conductor also sleeps here?"

"nature."

"..."

"how?"

"It's nothing." Meng Qinghe rubbed his forehead, well, there will be such a day sooner or later.But his injury is not healed yet, Shen Xuan should not mess around.

"Don't worry, Twelve Lang." Shen Xuan leaned over and lightly pecked Meng Qing's forehead, "If the six rituals are not completed, Xuan will keep the rituals. When I see my aunt again, the rituals are completed, then I can..."

Covering Shen Xuan's mouth, Meng Qinghe blushed.

He obviously didn't say anything explicit, but he just couldn't bear it.

The second generation of Hou in the Ming Dynasty, he was convinced, completely convinced.

From then on, Meng Qinghe officially set up camp at Shen Xuan's home.

As for whether there will be rumors, anyway, Commander Shen said that he will solve it, there is no need to worry, worrying is useless.

While Meng Tongzhi was recuperating, another bloodbath broke out in Beijing.

The cause was Fang Xiaoru.

Due to the secret operation of Yang Duo and others, Fang Xiaoru's noble reputation is no longer what it used to be.And because of the two recruitment of civilian husbands, the people in the capital also had a lot of resentment towards him.

The matter of drafting the succession edict should not have fallen on his head. No, Chen Ying, who had just been transferred from Guangxi, advised Zhu Di that Fang Xiaoru was famous all over the world and had many students and old friends.Although his reputation is damaged, his flaws are not concealed. If he drafts the edict, he can also express his opinion to the people of the world. His Majesty is kind and open-minded, and does not blame the past.

After careful consideration, Zhu Di adopted Chen Ying's suggestion and ordered Fang Xiaoru to be taken out of prison to have an audience with Wenhua Hall.

Fang Xiaoru came, but did not salute Zhu Di, but cried loudly in the hall.Hearing that Zhu Di asked him to draft the edict of succession, he cried even more sadly, almost heartbroken.

Zhu Di was very upset.

Lao Tzu spared your life, and entrusted you with the glorious task of drafting the edict of succession, so you give Lao Tzu this attitude?

Just as he was about to ask someone to drag him out, he suddenly remembered what Monk Daoyan said, and Zhu Di managed to suppress his anger.The great monk said that this person cannot be killed, and if he is killed, the seeds of scholars in the world will be extinct.

Zhu Di showed a difficult smile, and persuaded Fang Xiaoru a few words in a good voice, but he didn't want Fang Xiaoru to be stubborn, and it was almost Zhu Di who said something.

Zhu Di said that he followed Zhou Gongfu to become king.

Fang Xiaoru said: Where is King Cheng?

Zhu Di frowned: Yi*** is dead.

If you are sensible, you should stop here.I don't want Fang Xiaoru to be stubborn to the end, King Cheng is not here, and there is also King Cheng's younger brother and son, doesn't the prince want to learn from Duke Zhou?I have never heard that Duke Zhou sat on the throne without King Cheng himself.

Zhu Di became angry, "Don't talk about these useless things, I asked you to write the imperial edict, will you write it or not?!"

Fang Xiaoru, the tough guy, scratched his neck, "Definitely don't write!"

Zhu Di stopped playing with Huairou, and directly asked the left and right to send paper and pens, "If you don't write, you will never want to leave this palace!"

The tough guy Fang picked up a pen, wrote down the word usurping the throne on the paper, threw the pen away, and continued to cry; "Death is death, never rush!"

Zhu Di was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, "Ru An died, disregarding the nine clans?"

Fang Tough Guy shook his head, "The Ten Clans can do nothing to me!"

Changed to Emperor Jianwen, Fang Xiaoru contradicted him so much, at most he reprimanded him a few words, and threatened to hit the board.

But who is Zhu Di?The son of Emperor Hongwu, the vassal king who killed people without batting an eyelid.

Do not write?wanna die?

Alright, I will help you!

Are you not afraid of exterminating the ten clans?

Very good, I will help you too!

As a result, Fang Tough Guy's direct and collateral blood relatives were all killed. In order to make up the ten clans, teachers, students and friends also failed to escape the knife.

Fang Xiaoru's death was just the beginning.

Like Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di raised his butcher knife and would never put it down until he killed enough.

Previously, arresting treacherous officials was done according to regulations, but Fang Xiaoru's subsequent killing reminded many courtiers of the darkest period of the Hongwu Dynasty.

Zhuo Jing, Minister of the Household Department, Chen Di, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Bao Zhao, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and Lian Zining, the imperial envoy of the right deputy...

Each name was crossed out by cinnabar, and each family went to the execution ground.

After Jingqing, the imperial censor of the former capital, feigned surrender and waited for an opportunity to murder Zhu Di, but failed, and was skinned and used as grass, the whole killing reached its peak.

Fang Xiaoru was taken by the Yi tribe, but Jing Qing was taken by the Chi tribe. His hometown is the so-called Guaman, and no one from the same village was left, and more than a dozen villages became ruins.

Zhu Di is tolerant to his own people, but he is relentless to those who dare to do the same thing as him.

Now that the killing ring has been issued, then keep on killing.

Kill until everyone is terrified, kill until no one dares to oppose him anymore!

In the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Di, dressed in a crown, sits on a dragon chair and is worshiped by all the officials amidst the sound of rites and music.

Meng Qinghe stood in the ranks of the generals of the right squad, dressed in a scarlet court uniform and wearing a five-beam crown, followed the voice of the ceremony officer, knelt on the stone bricks and kowtowed.The jade ring on the golden ribbon hit the brick, making a crisp sound.

"Edict: Today is the 35th year of Hongwu, Ming is the first year of Yongle. In Jianwen, the law was changed, and the old system was restored. Shandong, Beiping, and Henan were rehabilitated by Bingzhou County for three years. The three prefectures of Xu, Chu, and Yang will rent for one year, and the rest of the prefectures and counties in the world will rent half of this year's land rent..."

Hearing a voice that sounded familiar yet unfamiliar in the hall, Meng Qinghe raised his head slightly, looked over the imperial steps beyond Shen Xuan who was standing in front of him.

It was Zheng He, dressed in a purple sunflower shirt, who served the edict.

"Your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"

Under the shout of the mountain, in Fengtian Hall, Meng Qing and his fellow ministers worshiped again.

On the execution ground, the executioner raised his butcher knife, and another row of heads fell to the ground.

Amidst the blood, sturdy war horses are galloping in northern Xinjiang, and huge warships are about to sail away.

The most stalwart era of Ming Dynasty is about to kick off from the hands of Emperor Yong Le.