Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi's hairs stood on end, and he said in a trembling voice, "I... I forgot."

I don't know if it means forgetting the taste or forgetting to leave a piece for Qi Yupei.

Qi Yupei was anxious and hated but couldn't speak clearly, his throat was full of suffocation, and he pointed at Mu Zishi with one hand, coughing for a moment.

It just so happened that He Baoer arrived with his grandson with great fanfare. Although everyone in the East Palace was busy and organized, they also felt that Mu Zishi was in the way by lying on the side. He Baoer was smart. Mu Zishi hugged him down and coaxed him with a smile: "Your Highness, there are many things here, young master, go back and rest first, okay? This servant will make up a big cricket for you later..."

After saying that, he sent two young maids to send him back to Zhaoxu Palace. Qi Yupei nodded, took a breath, and asked: "Zi Shi, don't be too greedy."

Mu Zishi was born with a heart of glass, and if it wasn't for his skin and flesh, he would be able to serve as a lamp at night. Although he didn't understand the reason why Qi Yupei suddenly became weird, he also knew that it was related to the food sent by the queen, so he hurriedly understood: "Remember !"

Afterwards, the Empress sent someone to deliver desserts twice, both of which were exquisite, sweet and tempting. Mu Zishi didn't dare to eat a bite, so he happily accepted it, carried it behind his back and secretly crushed it and sprinkled it under the table, or stuffed it in his bosom. Throw it far away on the way to the study.

He has suffered a lot since he was a child, and he is very cherishing of things. He regards every porridge and meal as hard-won, and never refuses to waste any waste. Therefore, every time he disposes of those snacks, it is extremely painful, and he can't sleep because of tossing and turning. , In the middle of the night with tears in my eyes, I wrote down the day of hoeing and planting a grain of millet in the spring at noon.

Biluo was afraid that he would get up from the bed and be cold, and he was afraid that he would be beaten by his husband during the day, so he worked hard with anxiety. After a few times of tossing, his watermelon seed face thinned into a sunflower seed face, which was unspeakably miserable.

But Mu Zishi didn't know that the four sides of the palace wall were full of ears and eyes. He thought it was seamlessly broken into parts, and he had reported it to the queen in detail, including the few poems of pity for farmers.

Luo Shi heard a eunuch in Tsing Yi from the East Palace speak clearly in a low voice, put down the book in his hand, and said with a soft smile to the maid named Ranxiang who was next to him, "This child is from the Marquis Mansion, so it's okay to be picky." It should be, next time you do it, it will take more effort."

The little lady listened and understood that the queen didn't want to ask Mu Zishi about the crime of disrespect, so she hurriedly said: "Mr. written words?"

Ranxiang took the few pieces of paper and spread them out on the table. Luo Shi carefully looked at the upright piece of paper, his eyes gradually softened, and the anger hidden in the brows melted like snowflakes. Finally, he nodded and praised: "He is a rare good boy."

After the little eunuch was sent out of the Liangyi Palace, he pinched the handful of golden melon seeds in his hand, wiped his nose, sneezed heavily in the cold wind, and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that the dish of Mr. Mu is the right dish. It's hot, my little Fuzi has to find a way to get some oil in with the chopsticks..."

Luo's behavior was quite evil, and after a few days, when Qi Shao was rushing to eat snacks, he simply sent someone to call Mu Zishi.

The Luo family is born with ways to deal with men. From the city gate official to the ninety-five-year-old, from the vulgar villager to the well-educated Confucianism, he can catch all of them with his hands. Could it be that he can't subdue a small child?

Mu Zishi was concerned about Qi Yupei's illness these days, and went to visit him every day, but He Baoer stopped him outside the house, saying that he would not disturb His Highness's rest, and passed on the prince's words, so that he could study with peace of mind.

Mu Zishi couldn't see Qi Yupei, so he felt like a nest of rabbits in his heart, with fur and claws, and his thoughts were not that food was not tasty, Biluo looked at it with distress, remembering that when he was a child, he acted like a baby and didn't like to eat, so his parents changed Fa'er made some fresh tricks to coax them to eat, so he simply rolled up his sleeves, went into the small kitchen, and picked some light and delicious vegetables, or vegetables that were rare in winter, such as mushrooms and bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms and fungus, gluten cabbage, and salt Mixed in oil pan, fried dumplings, made a sour bamboo shoots and crucian carp soup sprinkled with a handful of minced ginger, the smell made the mouth salivate and the index finger twitched.

It happened that Mu Zishi finished school late in the study, he was already hungry, and his stomach was empty for a long time. Although he had something on his mind, he did not let down Bi Luo's painstaking work. He drank all the soup, and the dumplings came one after another. , Accidentally overeat, dumpling stuffing filled his throat, before he had time to drink more soup, he was chased away by a few eunuchs from the Queen's Palace, and the ducks rushed to Liangyi Palace.

Fast forward to the twelfth lunar month, and the empress needs to prepare for the important events of the inner palace for the New Year, but the director of the Luo family is a master, and he is familiar with the routines, and the internal affairs of the six palaces are handled neatly, and there is still time to embroider for Qi Shao. Ping An's Xiaohebao saw Mu Zishi knelt down and saluted in the Nuan Pavilion, raised his eyes and smiled and said: "It's too cold, the snacks will be cold after delivery, Zishi probably doesn't like to eat, so I specially asked you to come over."

Mu Zishi hesitated in his heart, Qi Yupei didn't teach himself, how could he not be greedy under the eyes of the queen?After hesitating, I was even more terrified. My stomach was like a saline-alkaline land that had been dry for ten years. Flooded swales, ten years of drought followed by ten years of floods, no one can bear it.

Luo raised his eyebrows, and ordered: "Move a chair for Zishi, and sit with His Highness the Seventh Prince."

Qi Shaochong was very happy, he was generous in nature, and he came to eat with Mu Zishi, who was not much older than himself, so lively and interesting!With a smile on his face, he personally made a pine nut walnut roll for Mu Zishi.

With tears in his eyes, Mu Zishi ran down his neck, beat his chest hard like a sledgehammer, and stuffed the piece of pastry into it. He felt that the taste of the pastry was not much better than that of a table leg porcelain plate.

The Luo family really valued Mu Zishi, and for fear that he would choke, he hurriedly called the maid beside him: "Don't be lazy, take good care of the little masters, go and bring the warm longan stewed milk to Zishi, and then pour a cup of tea." Come……"

Qi Shaochong ate happily, and was also very interested in the Eastern Palace Study. He chewed on his snacks and asked, "Tell me about the study, what books do you read? What do you say, sir?"

With a thought in his mind, Mu Zishi didn't eat or sleep, if he talked non-stop, wouldn't he be forced to do so?Feeling that he was saved from desperation, he took a sip of his milk and said with a smile, "Your Highness wants to listen, so I'll tell you... Well, I don't know which book Your Highness has read?"

Qi Shaochong is not as clever as his elder brother Zaohui. He has just finished reading the Three Character Classic and half of the Thousand Character Classic, but fortunately he is not slick or ambiguous. ’, the queen mother told me about it.”

Mu Zishi rolled his eyes and said, "Thousand-Character Prose originated from the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth. I can't fully comprehend the profound meaning and exquisiteness of the diction, and I dare not speak nonsense in front of His Highness..."

Luo Shi stopped his needlework and listened to him talking like this, his heart trembled, and he looked at Mu Zishi with a sense of exploration and appreciation. Since Mu Zishi knew that he was explaining the Thousand Characters for Qi Shaochong, he immediately avoided this book The book, whether it is intentional or unintentional, this gift of speculation and insight is beyond human reach, and its reason is even more grandiose introspection, a thousand-character prose linking the past and the future, it is indeed an extraordinary book of enlightenment, it is a contemporary great Confucianism, It is also difficult to say that we will be able to fully explain the taste and beauty of it.

Thinking for a moment, it seems that this Muzi stone is really a jade hidden stone, which can be regarded as the arm of the emperor. The prince brought such a person back to the palace, which really fulfilled Shao Chong.

Mu Zishi over there changed the subject: "But a while ago I memorized a book called Mingxian Ji, which is very simple and interesting. It contains both wise words and folk proverbs. How to treat people, let me tell His Highness about this, okay?"

Qi Shaochong was very assertive, and without asking Luo Shi, he decided on his own: "You speak first, if you speak badly..." Originally, he wanted to say that heavy punishment would be necessary, but he glanced at Mu Zishi's face, and paused: "That's it. Change to a better one and talk about it."

Mu Zishi responded with a smile, and Qi Shaochong saw him bowing his head in thought, so he scooped up a glutinous rice and red bean gnocchi and put it in his bowl: "The red bean gnocchi is the most delicious, I reward you to eat it!"

Mu Zishi rubbed his stomach quietly, and already thought of the topic: "Your Highness, there is a saying in the collection of famous sages, although the lamb is beautiful, it is difficult for everyone to agree?"

Qi Shaochong lowered his head and thought: "Does it mean that although the lamb meat is fresh and tender, not everyone likes it?"

Mu Zishi's eyes sparkled: "It's very, very..."

Suddenly raised her face and smiled and called a court lady: "Sister, do you like red bean gnocchi?"

The maid was startled, and looked at Luo Shi, Luo Shi smiled and said: "Whatever young master Mu asks, you should answer truthfully."

The palace maid lifted her body and said softly: "This servant usually likes it very much, but today I feel a little bloated, so I don't like it anymore."

Mu Zishi asked another tall man, "How about you, sister?"

The palace lady thought it was very amusing for a child in Fan Tuantuan to play tricks on her, so she replied with a smile: "The servant girl's favorite is red beans."

Mu Zishi walked over holding the bowl, "Then treat my sister to eat..."

The maid didn't dare to refuse, so she quickly thanked her for the reward.

Mu Zishi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he returned to the chair, his voice was clear and joyful: "Your Highness, there are only a few people in the room, so there are different opinions. So the words just now are not Not just lambs or red beans, but all things in the world, including our words and deeds, in the eyes of different people, even the same person but in different situations, there will inevitably be likes and dislikes, praise and criticism, the so-called This is the reason why it is difficult for everyone to agree.”

Qi Shaochong listened intently, pondered carefully, but had doubts: "The father and emperor in the imperial court have always said a lot, so there are some people who refuse to accept the derogation?

Mu Zishi was taken aback: "No... this, absolutely not."

Qi Shaochong put down the spoon and stopped eating. His black eyes were raised slightly, deep and bright: "Why not? It's hard to say, isn't it?"

Mu Zishi thought for a long time, and said with a bitter face: "Your Highness, I'd better eat gnocchi..."

Qi Shao rushed and shouted: "Don't eat!"

Mu Zishi bit his lip, blinked his eyes, it was as if a pool of crystal had been crushed in an instant, the crystals flickered, and then he blinked lightly, the teardrops rolled down from his face to his chin like broken threads , and then rolled down the skirt drop by drop.

Mu Zishi wept silently, didn't say a word, looked at Qi Shaochong sadly, only expressed his grievance, sadness, helplessness, and desolation with his eyes, but he was ruthless in his heart, if you don't let me go, I will spit out dumplings all over the floor Let me show you stuffing!

Qi Shaochong stared blankly at those teary eyes, and instantly felt that he was so wrong, how could he bully others like this?How can you be so ignorant?Under self-reproach and self-reproach, she also wanted to cry a little bit, and turned to look for Luo Shi as a support: "Mother..."

Luo stepped forward, gently hugged Qi Shaochong, looked at Mu Zishi with a half-smile, and said, "Zishi is still young, so he doesn't understand the truth. Let me tell you..."

"Although it is difficult to adjust the opinions of the public, it cannot be hesitant to do nothing because of this. Don't rush, you need to know that there are people who are resourceful and thoughtful. To cut through the chaos, the high-ranking person has to know what to say in his own mind and make a good decision in the face of all kinds of opinions."

"For example, the flood relief the year before last, the Ministry of Households had difficulties with the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Officials had the rules and regulations of the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Industry had the planning of the Ministry of Industry, but in the end it was your father who made the plan to reduce taxes and exempt taxes by setting up factories in Ping Tiao. Issuing a decree to use labor instead of relief to eliminate the administration of officials, this decision will make all officials worship and praise the virtues of all people."

Qi Shaochong listened carefully, and asked: "As wise as the father, you won't be difficult to talk about? But what if someone is dissatisfied?"

Luo Shi wiped the corners of his mouth, the shape of his smiling eyes was extremely charming and beautiful, but there was a cold light in his eyes: "Don't rush, as long as you do things, there will always be people who will be unhappy... It's like those who don't do their best to fight disasters and fill their own pockets." How could you be happy to be executed by your father? But you have to know that a man’s tongue is soft, but a knife is hard. They are eggs, and your father is a stone. What can I do?"

Mu Zishi was inexplicably chilled when he heard this, and felt that this truth was a bit too iron-blooded, and looked at it through layers of tears that he tried his best to store up for emergencies, but he saw Luo's figure was graceful, his face was slightly sideways, and his expression Intimate and gentle, a boneless hand was caressing the back of Qi Shaochong's neck, and slowly smoothing out his scattered strands of short hair one by one.

Looking at those five fingers in tears, it seemed that there was a layer of holy light that could not be expected. For some reason, Mu Zishi suddenly felt a strong sense of grievance. Dan Hualing, what his mother left behind can be remembered by him , just this beautiful name.Even if it's just a hug and a kiss, a touch and a whisper, or even a loving look, they will never be available.

As soon as I thought about it, there were only three points of real tears that were not mixed with the slightest bit of false tears, and the surging and inexhaustible flow.