[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

What the hell, Jue Xin is the least qualified to object among all the people, right?Halfway through the emperor's career, he threw the country to his eight-year-old son and old mother. Does he still have a position to oppose the prince's entry into Taoism?

Jue Xin's voice was quite loud, Xiao Zhuang was dignifiedly inhaling incense in the ancestral hall, when he heard the sound, his whole body trembled, and he didn't need Lagu Su Ma to help him, he rushed over without any signs of aging: "What? Cheng wrote again, he hasn't given up yet?"

"Uh," facing the anger of the two parents, Qingyang couldn't help but took a step back, almost retreating into Luo Hu's arms, so startled that he quickly took a step forward, biting the bullet and puffing out his chest, "It's none of my business." !Didn’t you be asked to talk to the prince before? You didn’t make sense of the prince?”

Xiaozhuang choked.

Qingyang wanted to pull his hair out: I'm stuck in my own house, who knows I can still receive family mediation?The two sides of the conflict and those who have already penetrated into the Taoist temple... can't hide.

Jue Xin said to Qing Yang in a deep voice: "Please be sure to reject him. How can the dignified Prince of the Qing Dynasty be so willful and reckless? Where will this put the people of the country?"

"...??" Xiao Zhuang cast a strange look at Jue Xin, and after staring at it for a while, the old lady made a gesture that she would never have done in her lifetime - she raised her fist and hit her, "How dare you say that ! It’s not that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, did you think about it when you left me and Xuan Ye, but now you say it clearly and logically!”

Jue Xin was caught off guard, Xiao Zhuang didn't hold back this time, and directly squatted him down on the pier: "Benefactor, benefactor, calm down."

Qingyang watched the parents suddenly fight among themselves, and hesitated for a while whether to persuade the fight, and finally stretched out his hand slowly, took the opportunity to close the window quietly, lowered his head and continued to read the letter: "... Alas."

Qingyang couldn't help sighing.After reading the full text, I can feel the prince's sincerity, and this mentality has also changed. It is not for a moment of enthusiasm or to be brave. It can be seen that during this period of time, I have studied a lot of Taoism and learned a lot. There is a bit of detachment in the conversation. mean.

He recalled the fate of the prince in history - he became the crown prince at the age of one, was deposed at the age of 34, was reinstated as the prince the next year, was deposed again at the age of 38, and finally died in Xian'an Palace where he was confined.

For the prince, is it better to enter the Tao than to be wasted in the position of the prince?

Qingyang hesitated, holding the letter and muttering: "What should I do..."

"Huh?" Luo Hu was originally watching the play with nothing to do with it, but who would have thought that the little Taoist's attitude would be shaken, "What are you doing, do you still want to agree?"

Luo Hu's temper was about to rise again, and he snatched the letter and said angrily: "You said it yourself, the living will not be accepted! Where does this person come to sleep? Will he sleep with you??? The deity is not allowed!!"

Qingyang: "...????"

It's really confusing, how many double standards are there in this view? It was you who said just now that it is normal for a master to sleep with his disciples, and now you are the one who is not sure.Besides, there is no need for him to sleep with the prince!Can't the queen bed be converted into a twin bed?

Qingyang wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, Luo Hu would be unhappy, so he swallowed it back: "Let me try to persuade you."

Qingyang writes letters with pen and paper, which is called persuasion, but is actually a test.Let's see how much the crown prince has nostalgia for the throne. If there is no attachment at all... Instead of letting the crown prince go through two establishments, two wastes, confinement and death in Xian'an Palace, it is better to lead him into Taoism. .

Because of Qingyang's timely treatment, Wen Xian's condition was not in danger.After going through some ups and downs in the summer vacation, they started again and arrived at the Rehe Palace, the private summer resort of the emperor.Kangxi plans to send people to expand the place in another year, and then the palace will be renamed Chengde Li Palace, so that it will be convenient for Mulan Qiumi to come and rest here in the future.

Generally speaking, Kangxi would set off for the Rehe Palace around May to escape the summer heat, and return to Beijing in September or October. Of course, for such a long time, it does not mean that he will not work during the summer vacation, but that he will not work in politics, military affairs, diplomacy, etc. All affairs were moved to the palace to deal with.

As Kangxi's trusted young minister, Zhang Tingyu naturally had to accompany him. Taking advantage of his spare time, Kangxi was eating watermelon while criticizing memorials: "...According to Zhang Penghe, the construction of the Yellow River embankment is in good condition. What money is missing, um, this melon is quite sweet."

Zhang Tingyu, who had no watermelon at all and could only drink hot tea to quench his thirst: "..."

Pain, torture, blue skinny, shiitake mushrooms.

There were many elders accompanying him, secretly swallowing their saliva while looking at the little half watermelon in Kangxi's hand.

According to the rules in the palace, when a nobleman dines, each dish should not exceed three chopsticks.The same is true for fruits and pastries. Do not eat more, so as not to reveal your preferences and be taken advantage of by others.That being the case, after eating this watermelon, will the Holy One give them the rest of the watermelon?

Oops...Look at this melon, the outer skin is still covered with frost, and the melon flesh is bright red and full of juice. Being able to take a bite is also a treat in this hot summer!

Everyone was greedy, and everyone watched as Kangxi finished eating a piece, and the eunuch next to him immediately came and cut another piece.

Kangxi: "Huh? Cut a few more petals..."

All the adults were excited: Is it going to be divided up!

Kangxi: "Cut it bigger, how can I eat such a thin slice?"

All adults: "????"

Kangxi did it entirely on purpose. He met everyone's eyes and was greatly satisfied psychologically. At this time, he raised his head indifferently and smiled at everyone: "Let all the lovers see a joke. This melon is Yin Yin The flowers cost a lot of money, and I specially bought them from Kaifeng to honor me. Although I don't like to eat these cold melons and fruits, it is Yinzhen's filial piety after all, and it is inconvenient to share with you adults."

All the adults: "..."

Zhang Tingyu: "...@#￥@￥%@"

hypocritical!Put on a show!Don't talk about it, since you don't plan to divide it, then don't serve it in front of them to eat, it's clearly showing off on purpose!

The courtiers bowed their heads and complained, but the work on hand continued, and it was exhausted until the sunset. Kangxi finally wiped away the remaining watermelon. He felt that the watermelon was delicious several times in the middle, but he didn't like it. He just couldn't bear to waste his son's filial piety. Hearing Zhang Tingyu's head buzzing, he wanted to die even more.

It was evening at this time, Zhang Tingyu mingled behind the adults, bid farewell to Kangxi, and returned to his courtyard with a heavy heart.

The South Study Room had a special status. Officials in office wrote edicts for Kangxi every day. Unless they resigned or took leave, they basically lived in the Forbidden City or accompanied the emperor.Fortunately, the family members can still communicate by letter. Zhang Tingyu's father, Zhang Ying, was also one of the accompanying officials. After entering the door, the servants in the palace handed Zhang Ying's letter to Zhang Tingyu.

"What's the matter to write a special letter..." Zhang Tingyu sat down at the table in low spirits, looked at the candlelight, "..."

[My dear dear:

During today's ceremony, there was a plate of ice melon on the hands of the Holy Master, the white frost covered the green, and the red flesh looked very sweet.As a father, I wanted to share it with you after receiving the reward from the Holy One. Unexpectedly, the Holy One ate all the melons alone.Hearing His Majesty's praise, the Ninth Prince went to Kaifeng to buy this melon. The Ninth Prince was intelligent and filial, and he was very happy for his father and His Majesty.It's just that when I left, I couldn't help talking with the adults as my father, and I deeply felt that the Ninth Prince is an example of filial sons in the world, and our sons are far inferior!

When are you going to buy melons for your father and me?

Zhang Ying

Zhang Tingyu: "..."

It's cracked, what the hell, why does the Holy One eat melons everywhere, isn't he afraid of eating melons on a hot day?And you old men, do you want to compare melons?I even wrote a letter specifically to ask for... What, if I don't buy melons, I am not filial to my son?

As he was pulling out his hair, a young colleague moaned in pain from the courtyard next door: "Ugh! Where do I go to buy melons!"

"..." Zhang Tingyu inexplicably felt a sense of balance. It seemed that he was not the only one being tortured by the old father's soul.

Meanwhile, the other end.

After a period of recuperation, Wen Xian was in good health, more than half of which should be attributed to Qingyang's 300 taels of brown fan.

"Alas, sister," the sixth princess who came to "visit" Wen Xian held Wen Xian's arm, seemingly weak but said in a strange way, "Why did you become so frugal after being sick? Using this brown fan is a must. It's a bit out of royal dignity..."

Just as he was talking, the ceremony frame of the empress dowager and the concubines came towards him from the other end of the garden, and the nobles who walked in the front and were surrounded by all the female relatives, each holding a palm-sized brown fan...

The sixth princess was dumbfounded.

Wen Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his arm from the sixth princess's hand politely, and deliberately amplified his voice: "Oh, sister, what are you talking about? This brown fan blows away the dust, enjoys the cool air and repels mosquitoes. It is both elegant and simple. Call it disgraceful!"

Who doesn't know how to be yin and yang, come on, don't afford to lose.

The empress dowager really cast a sharp and intimidating gaze, and the female relatives following her, besides the concubines and princesses, also some court officials or noble female relatives also cast their gazes on the sixth princess.

Princess Six: "...No, I mean it's very decent!!"

The sixth princess almost knelt down, thinking to herself when this new trend appeared, how could she not know at all.

The empress dowager glanced at the sixth princess indifferently, but said nothing, but the surrounding female relatives flattered her with every word:

"...Yes, very elegant!"

"Princess Wenxian is right. Embroidered fans have always been popular in Beijing before, and people are just arty! Only the empress dowager and all the empresses are the ones who really understand elegance. In this hot summer, one fan can wipe away all kinds of worries. It's just right!"

"Yep."

The female relatives agreed indiscriminately, but they were as confused as the sixth princess in their hearts.They also came to pay their respects before discovering this new trend, and they also don't know why.

Of course, Qingyang will not make too much of a magic weapon for ordinary people. These brown fans are different from the magic weapon hanging on his waist. No matter how close you are, you won't notice something is wrong.

All in all, whoever uses it knows, even the empress dowager couldn't separate the brown fan after she got her hands on it.

As for the concubine holding the brown fan, she was not completely calm.Only Concubine De knew the whole story, and the others who had been ripped off vaguely guessed some secrets. Everyone was thinking, but unfortunately they didn't know what the master was. The emperor kept it a secret, probably Afraid of forming a party for personal gain.

The embarrassment of the female relatives continues:

"Seeing it makes me want to imitate Dongshi and buy some brown fans."

"Thinking about it now, that embroidered fan is really flashy. In fact, if it blows the wind, how can a brown fan be practical?"

"Yes, yes, Zhuang Ziyun, simple, but nothing in the world can compete with it for beauty."

Wen Xian almost vomited from laughter, and this can even bring out a Zhuangzi.

The sixth princess's aesthetics collapsed and she gathered several times, and looked at the brown fan again, but still couldn't force her own aesthetics. She said that the brown fan is more beautiful than the embroidered fan against her will, she just likes the embroidered fan better!What's wrong!Everyone loves lotus, but I only love peony!

Wen Xian looked at the sixth princess's expression, and patted the younger sister's shoulder pityingly.

Everyone is drunk and I feel sober alone, but no matter what, if this happens, it may really become a new trend for noble girls to hold brown fans. Maybe brown fans in the Qing Dynasty will be much more expensive in the future Money, there may be golden silk brown fans and coiled brown fans in the future...

The sixth princess was in a trance, and didn't know how to get back to her room. As soon as she entered the door, the well-informed nurturing mother came forward with a tense face: "Princess, brown fans are now the beauty of the court. As a Qing Princess, how can you use something as vulgar as an embroidered fan? This servant has managed to get a few brown fans for you, so you can use these brown fans in the future."

"?!" The sixth princess held back her shouting, and asked in a low voice, "Then, what about my embroidered fan?"

The foster mother frowned: "That's something that low-class girls would use! The slaves have already been distributed to the maids. Princess, your identity is different from them. In the future, you must remember to use a brown fan. Don't worry!" Use an embroidered fan to lower your value..."

Princess Six: "..."

how so? ?Am I in a dream? ? ?

It will take a long time for the turmoil in the Rehe Palace to sweep across Qinhuai.Prior to this, the dispute between Xiaozhuang and Juexin had reached a fever pitch, the kind that Xiaozhuang would squat at the gate of Baxiang Temple to ask Juexin to come out and speak clearly.

Jueming has one head and two big ones: "This old man is getting old, and the old lady is very vicious. When the old man occasionally dozes off in the courtyard, he will be woken up by the old lady's scolding. Brother, do you think about it?" Method?"

Jue Xin: "..."

The younger brother has no choice, the younger brother dare not go out.

Jue Xin closed his eyes and began to chant scriptures, Jue Ming had no choice but to go out to talk to Xiao Zhuang, but when Jue Ming went out, Jue Xin opened his eyes and hesitated for a while.

He was thinking, he had to fight for the matter of securing success no matter what.

So, in the Rehe Palace.

Yinfeng read the Taoist scriptures for half the morning, and gnawed hard on a few pages of medical skills. He was leaning on the table and dozing off when he fell into a dream suddenly.

He was vaguely aware that he should be in the Rehe Palace, but everything in front of him turned into the Forbidden City. A gray-clothed monk stood in front of the Qianqing Gate, twirling Buddhist beads in his hand, and slowly turned around: "Amitabha."

Yinfeng was puzzled: "What are you doing, Gu reads the Taoist scriptures every day, it's fine if you don't give Gu Meng a Lu Dongbin, Zhang Guolao, why dream of being bald."

The bald man was wearing a familiar gray monk robe, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before, and even his face seemed familiar.The monk has a dignified face, and his facial features are slightly bitter, but for some reason, Yinfeng always feels that something is wrong, as if the monk's robe and this face together look weird.

Desperately dreaming to see Yinfeng, it is useless to use the empty appearance, it is the true face: "Amitabha. I recently heard that His Royal Highness is worried, and wants to enter the Taoist door to escape the world. The poor monk came to persuade me."

"????" Yinfeng was even more puzzled, "I entered the Taoist sect alone, and sent a monk to persuade me? Why, the competition between Buddhism and Taoism is so fierce now, you have to grab every apprentice?"

Jue Xin was stunned and Yin Reng choked for a moment: "...the crown prince misunderstood. The poor monk did not come for Buddhism, but for the people of Li, and also for His Highness the crown prince."

While they were talking, the Qianqing Gate in front of the two of them shone with golden light, and the figures of civil and military officials stretched from the inside of the hall to the outside of the gate, and on the high platform, the man dressed in a dragon robe with a dignified face was none other than Yin Yin. reng.

"..." Yinfeng almost instinctively described this scene with his eyes.

Once upon a time, he also yearned for such a scene, and for this he tried all kinds of means, fighting with his brothers and fighting with his father, as if there was nothing else in front of him except the dragon chair.

Jue Xin looked at Yin Reng's expression: "Your Highness, once you are the emperor, you are supreme. Are you really willing to give up this great cause?"

"..." Yinfeng murmured a few words silently, with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, "Yes."

It's like he put in a lot of effort, wanted to climb to the top of the peak and see the scenery of the peak, but he was reluctant to give up the idea of ​​changing the road on the way, but someone presented the scenery of the peak in front of his eyes.

——That's all.

Yinfeng thought.

He looked at those kneeling people with their backs turned to him, and thought that if he went around to the front and looked at their expressions, they must have ulterior motives and were trying their best to deceive each other.

Jue Xin was silent for a full ten seconds: "—Okay, that poor monk will try to persuade you from a different angle."

…………

There is an old saying that describes people who are long-winded, like an old woman's foot wrap-smelly and long.Yinfeng felt that it should be changed. The old woman's foot wrap was probably not as long-winded as the monk's.When he dozed off, he slept from noon to night, and when he woke up, his body was sore, and everything was wrong.

Yinreng got up and stretched his limbs, pushed back the ladies who wanted to come up to serve him, walked to the palace gate, and thought in bewilderment: In his dream, he was thinking about how to make the monk understand that he "doesn't want to be an emperor, but a Taoist priest". Reminiscing, I always feel that the sense of disobedience is getting stronger.

He has seen this monk's robe and human face before, but it seems strangely disharmonious, as if they appeared in two different places...

Yinreng was walking along the main road unsteadily, and happened to see Kangxi supporting the empress dowager, as if he was relaxing, Yinreng looked at it from a distance: "...!"

I remembered!That monk looks a lot like Huang Ama, think about it carefully... I saw him in the palace!

——I have seen the portrait of the monk!

No, no, not a monk.That was obviously Huang Mafa, whom he had never met before, and Emperor Shunzhi who died early when Huang Ama was eight years old!

Yinfeng gasped, turned around abruptly and hurried back to the palace, sat back at the table trying to calm down.At this time, I tried to recall where I saw the gray robe, and my eyes fell on the brown fan he begged from the empress dowager by acting like a baby——

Monk, gray robe, master.

It's those two monks!Those two monks who had advanced and retreated with the master in the Yellow River when Wei Zhongxian entangled him, subdued the flood together!

Yinfeng just sat down, then stood up abruptly, turned around a few times in his heart unable to calm down, then stopped abruptly, and slowly showed a smile with a sure chance of victory.

Steady, steady.With this former emperor who cheated the world and went to become a monk behind everyone's backs, he, the prince who wanted to be a Taoist priest, shouldn't he be in the back row?

Immediately, Yinreng was full of energy, and took up his pen to write letters again with great confidence.

Once a stranger and second acquaintance, Yinreng wrote this letter, and he also narrates and discusses it. In addition to explaining his understanding of Taoism these days, he also mixed some of his own private goods:

【... Last October, I was alone on the bank of the Yellow River and was haunted by evil spirits. At that time, I realized that no matter how much fame and fortune I have, it is just a phantom in front of my eyes.I don't have much to ask for, I just hope that I can live and live well, as Eniang hoped in the letter.Do not desire power, only go to indifference...]

【...For Grandmaster, that sword strike at the Yellow River may be an understatement.As far as Yu Gu is concerned, it seems to have cut through the chaos.At that moment, Gu realized very clearly that compared with the wrath of the emperor, laying down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting, isn't it more powerful to respect morality, virtue, and immeasurable people? 】

【…Stay in the palace and study the scriptures.Gu loathes more and more the faces of the people in front of him who are greedy for fame and fortune, and hides their dirty thoughts under the human face and animal heart.If you ask Gu if he is still reluctant to part with the dragon chair, he just feels that this world that cannot be shaken off is boring to Gu, and he would like to enter the contemplation and always be with the gods, only to be pure...]

I don't know if he was stimulated by the monk, Yinfeng wrote very smoothly this time, all the words came from the heart, just as he was in the room, he heard Suo'etu's trembling voice next to his ear: "Your Highness..."

When Suo'etu entered the door, the eunuch clearly sang, and the prince was still writing at his desk.Suo'etu swung back to the left and right, and looked forward, but he didn't expect to see these words.

From the first time he discovered that the prince had the heart to retreat bravely to the present, after so long, the prince's mind has not weakened, but has become more determined. Suo'etu only felt a cold heart, extremely desperate.

Yinfeng was discovered by Suo'etu, and he was also very calm: "Back then in Qinhuai, it was the master who helped Gu get rid of the illnesses that plagued him since childhood. Only then did Gu get back his sanity and health. On the bank of the Yellow River, the master saved my life again. Suo'etu, I've made up my mind—"

"Gu, I want to go to a higher place!"

When Yinreng uttered the last sentence, he felt refreshed physically and mentally.

He raised his hand to raise the teacup beside him, took a sip, and then slapped it back to the table, with a willful and presumptuous smile on his lips that he had never seen since he was sensible.

Suo'etu stared blankly at Yinfeng. With just one word and a smile, Yinfeng seemed to have lost a mask. The feeling and demeanor of the whole person were completely different, as if all the shackles had been liberated. A very aggressive wildness.

Suo'etu opened his mouth several times, wanting to persuade him again, but he was no match for his understanding of the prince. In the end, he just lowered his head and said, "Since that's the case, I have an expert who I want to recommend to Your Highness. This expert is called Qingyang——"

Yinfeng: "???"

Yinfeng: "Who??"

Suo'etu was stunned by Yinrong's reaction, and said in a daze, "Master Qingyang? Prince, do you know?"

"???" Yinfeng said, "Of course Gu knows, but you don't know that Gu knows, right? This letter is written to Master Qingyang! When did you get pissed off?? Why didn't Gu know about this?? "

Suo'etu didn't expect such a coincidence, and he even vaguely told about the fact that the master went to his house to hunt ghosts and finally caught his father.

Yinfeng: "..."

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! !

If it weren't for the pitiful look on Suo'ertu's face, Yinfeng would have laughed out loud: "Cough, don't worry. When Gu inherits the Taoist temple, he will definitely treat your father well."

Suo'etu: "..."

Suo'etu said quietly: "Your Highness, there is something I have to say. Master is younger than you, right?"

Who will inherit whom?

Yinfeng said calmly: "But he must be promoted to immortality sooner than Gu. In the future, you and I will also need to pray for the master, and hope that the master will ascend as soon as possible."

Hey!Yinfeng wanted to laugh, this is so good. In the past, when waiting to inherit the throne, one could not pray for the early ascension of Huang Ama, but now waiting to inherit the Taoist temple, one can openly pray for the early ascension of the master, and everyone will praise me for my kindness .

…………

A few days later, Qingfu Temple was in the middle.

Qingyang read the letter sent by the prince: "Wish to enter the temple and always be with the gods, just to be pure..."

He couldn't help but looked up and looked around the yard.

Xiao Zhuang and La Aunt Su Ma were confronting Jue Xin and Jue Ming with words, Mr. Shen was being driven around by Chen Yuanyuan, and Ao Bai was chasing after Chen Yuanyuan with his fists in his hands. I don't know how this chasing chain was formed, Sony is still adding fuel to the fire one by one...

Qingyang: "...clean?"

I'm afraid the prince has found the wrong place, right?

Nalan Rongruo huddled in the corner in fear, cast eyes at Qingyang frequently, tried to float to Qingyang's side several times, but halfway was frightened by the three ghosts who were chasing him and retreated to his original position. Then he rushed over in one breath: "Dong, Dongjia."

Qingyang: "Huh?"

Nalan Rongruo poked his head down: "...move..."

The Taoist temple was so noisy, Qingyang didn't hear what Nalan Rongruo was saying: "Speak louder!"

Nalan Rongruo bit the bullet, and said with the thickest skin in his life: "I, I want to move back to the private school!"

"Oh," Qingyang said expressionlessly, "Didn't you mean that you want to experience the fireworks in the world up close?"

Nalan Rongruo: "Enough experience is enough..."

Just as he was talking, Nalan Rongruo's legs tightened, and his arms were tightly entangled.

Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai hugged their legs and arms, and cast unkind eyes at Nalan Rongruo: "What? Master Nalan dislikes us?"

Nalan Rongruo's face was almost transparent with fear: "No, no, how could it be..."

Qingyang: "How about the sweetness and happiness that you promised?"

Nalan Rongruo burst into tears: "It's an illusion..."