Shaodi Chunxin

Although the imperial horse supervisor was taken away, Yang Lingxue took the position at noon, which greatly checked and balanced Quan Luan.However, during the dinner, the queen mother can be regarded as getting back some benefits.

Under the tug-of-war of power, the young emperor and the queen mother each had their own profits and losses, and each had their own winners and losers.

The queen mother finally got a letter of approval, so she left dignifiedly.

The young emperor sent him off respectfully, and behaved properly.

Whoever read it will not say a word of mother kindness and son filial piety.

Among them, the two most honorable people in the world tacitly revealed it.

The kowtowing of everyone's heads is finally over.

After the first half of the night, it was completely dark, and it was almost Haishi.

The young emperor moved to the back palace, and Debao had arranged for a maid to come in to change the young emperor's clothes. As soon as he entered, he walked up, Fu Yuanqing was then helped by Cao Ban'an, and the two knelt and kowtowed at the door.

"Master, Fu Yuanqing and Cao Ban'an, the supervisors of ceremonies, came to pay their respects." Fu Yuanqing said.

"No." The young emperor said, and then said, "Father, get up. Is your shoulder...is your shoulder okay?"

Fu Yuanqing stood up and shook his head: "Thank you, master, for your inquiry, slaves are fine."

Before he could say to back down, the young emperor asked: "Father, what do you think I will do to Quan Ying today?"

"You must not talk about your superiors indiscriminately."

"Father, tell me, I am also taught."

Fu Yuanqing looked up at him.

The young emperor sat on the edge of the bed with a relaxed expression, and even looked at him expectantly, like a child waiting to be praised for getting candy.So the old ancestor tucked his sleeves into his fists, bowed and said: "The method is thunderous, the sharpness is dazzling, everyone is in awe."

The young emperor's joy became more obvious.

"Father really thinks so?"

"It's just..." the old ancestor changed the subject, "The queen mother asked about the marriage of the servants and servants in the morning, and the master was not present. The Quan family has been in charge of the army for a long time, and there is no threat in a short time. If you are confused, how will you deal with the follow-up wedding?" It's all up to the master to decide. Now that we are directly fighting each other, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and we have lost the opportunity. This has made the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Xianning fearful."

When he said a word, the young emperor's expression collapsed, and finally his eyebrows were wrinkled.

"So I didn't do well?"

"It's not a day or two since there was a rift between us and the Queen Mother, it's just that today's trouble is too big." Fu Yuanqing looked at him a little gloomy, and couldn't help comforting him, "Master is young, so there are naturally young people's ways..."

"Trouble?" The young emperor couldn't hear what he had to say, so he asked in distaste, "Do you think what I did tonight was to make trouble?"

"... Letting a servant sit on the emperor's chariot is indeed a bit of a nonsense." Fu Yuanqing finally said the truth, "Every move of the master is in the eyes of all the people. What you do, they will do. Rewards and punishments are clear, respect Only when you are humble and orderly can you guide good habits, and if you act from top to bottom, the society can be safe.”

"Fu Yuanqing, you—" the young emperor glared at him, "You don't know who I am for?!"

The real dragon's eyes almost stared at the old ancestor.

Debao and Cao Banan, who were in the same room, were already drenched in cold sweat, not daring to breathe.However, Fu Yuanqing stood there bowed, not very afraid.

He whispered: "For no one, you should not let the emperor's chariot. Especially for the people of Yigong, you can't do such things. Could it be that the master wants the history secretary to reincarnate you like King You of Zhou, and Emperor Hong of Han Ling?"

He scolded the young emperor as Zhou Youwang, the lord of Fenghuo Opera, and Han Lingdi, the faint emperor who favored eunuchs. Even Cao Ban'an couldn't bear to hear it, and whispered: "Old ancestor, it's over..."

"King Zhou You, Emperor Ling of Han." Gritting his teeth, the young emperor was so angry that he overturned the calming tea brought by the maid next to him, and paced back and forth in front of the dragon couch. The dusty Fu Yuanqing couldn't bear to scold back, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled, "In Father's heart, I am like King You, Emperor Ling... But Father is right, I don't want to be a wise monarch... If in the future, the history books say that I am a foolish emperor, then I will be a foolish emperor."

The young emperor spoke angrily, Fu Yuanqing was innocent, so he had to bow again: "Master asked, let the servant tell the truth, the servant dare not hide it, tell the truth, the master is angry because of this, it is the fault of the servant. The servant will pay back Room for self-examination."

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave the palace with the support of Cao Ban'an, but the young emperor called him unhappily: "Father, why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's the time of Hai, the Hall of Mental Cultivation will be closed, and the slaves and maidservants have to go back to the Supervisor of Rituals." Fu Yuanqing said.

"What is the supervisor of ceremonies? Is there anyone waiting for you? That Chen Jing? A dead man is more important than you serving the emperor?"

Fu Yuanqing was at a loss for words.

"Father is on duty tonight, don't go back."

"It's not slaves who are on duty tonight."

"I know." The young emperor said, "I said that Father is on duty tonight."

"Kesi Lijian..." Fu Yuanqing hesitated.

——He has agreed with Chen Jing that he will return at night.

The young emperor took the soft handkerchief handed over by Debao, wiped his hands, and asked casually, "Liu Jiu has the right to approve reds, and Fang Jing was sent by Dongchang. Cao Ban'an, it's useless for you to hold a pen alone. Do you need to inquire about the trivial matters of the ceremonial supervisor in person? How about dragging you out to feed the board to improve your memory?"

After hearing this, Cao Ban'an hurriedly knelt down and said: "It's the slaves who are useless, let the palm prints work. The master punishes the crime, and the slaves are willing to be punished!"

Seeing the emperor's waywardness, Fu Yuanqing almost helplessly stopped Debao, who was about to go out to call someone to punish him, bowed and said, "Servant, please serve the master at night."

"Okay. Cao Ban'an, go back by yourself." The young emperor threw the handkerchief into the water and stood up, "Debao, give my father a seat. Then let the Imperial Hospital send someone over to show your ancestors shoulders."

People from the Tai Hospital came to see the shoulder, and prescribed medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

When the matter subsided outside, the emperor asked De Bao to wait on him and lie down. He was lying on the dragon couch and couldn't see clearly.

Fu Yuanqing recalled that night when the young emperor was about to move and rubbed his lower body against his wrist... He quietly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to be transferred to the account?"

In the tent, the emperor didn't make a sound for a long time.

Fu Yuanqing asked again.

After a while, a pillow was thrown out listlessly, with Shaodi's impatient voice: "Go to sleep!"

No one really dared to let the supervisor of ceremonies stand in the palm of his hand and wait in the middle of the night, he had already set up a soft couch in the side hall, waiting for him to rest.Fu Yuanqing looked at the eunuchs in front of the palace who stayed behind, and lightly extinguished most of the candles, and the light in the bedroom dimmed.

He slowly supported the wall and returned to the side hall, and only after sitting on the low couch, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Debao came over with the medicinal food, saw that he was tired, and hurriedly stepped forward to take off his boots, but the knees were swollen down to the bottom, and the boots could not be taken off.Debao's eyes turned red immediately: "Old Ancestor, you have suffered."

"What kind of suffering." Fu Yuanqing said, "Isn't that how they all came here? It's because I have suffered less over the years, and instead I have become more delicate... Go get the scissors and cut the boots."

Obediently, Debao got up to get the scissors, and wiped his tears while cutting: "A person like you will suffer with us. Debao feels uncomfortable."

"Debao."

"Hey."

"No matter how uncomfortable it is, you can only watch. You should not falsely preach the imperial decree."

Startled, Debao cried and kowtowed: "That afternoon, when Debao saw you kneeling uncomfortably, he was very anxious, so he coaxed the queen mother to say that the master woke up and was changing clothes. It was said that the elders entered the hall and kowtowed. The ancestors , it’s Debao’s fault, the younger one knows it’s a crime of beheading, and the younger one deserves to die, he can be hacked into pieces.”

Hearing him cry, Fu Yuanqing sighed slowly: "Don't do it again next time."

"The ancestors are merciful."

"In order to save me, you committed the crime of deceiving the emperor." Fu Yuanqing said, "You are the one who is merciful, Debao. I should thank you for your painstaking efforts."

Debao opened his red and swollen eyes, looked at Fu Yuanqing with tears in his eyes, and said with a sob: "I have been in the palace for more than 20 years, and everyone treats me like a dog. Only the ancestors... Only the ancestors, you use 'compassion' to call me, And said thank you."

"Debao, I am a slave just like you." Fu Yuanqing said.

"My ancestors are different. You are a dusty fairy, and you will return to the fairy house one day." Debao said bluntly.

Fu Yuanqing made his words a little laughable, but also a little sad.

He took out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe Debao's tears, Debao quickly took it with shaking hands, reluctant to use it, hid it in his sleeve, and wiped his face with the sleeve.

"Okay, if I ascend, I will not forget to take you with me." Fu Yuanqing looked at Debao and said.

Those of them who survived in the palace are cautious and always depressed.

If the master is in a good mood, they will have to make amends.

If the master is furious with thunder, they will also tremble in fear.

Originally, he was born with a seven-orifice exquisite heart, his life was miserable, and he was isolated from the market for many years. In some respects, he was as childish as a child.

A care, a greeting, and a little kindness can sometimes be remembered by the palace people for a lifetime.

Unforgettable.

Perhaps life is the least valuable thing they have.

So they are also willing to die generously for this spark.

Come to think of it... Chen Jing is also the same.

Debao was happy, and asked the fireman below to bring hot water with wormwood to soak Fu Yuanqing's feet, and the swelling and pain finally eased.

Debao lit the incense again, and Fu Yuanqing was able to sleep peacefully.

When I arrived at Zishi, the door of the side hall was gently pushed open a gap.

Someone came in, gently closed the door, and locked it again.

He stood still in front of the soft couch, took out a piece of black gauze from his arms to cover his eyes, and tied it in front of the eyes of the old ancestor.Then he half-kneeled beside the couch, grabbed the hands of the old ancestor, and kissed lightly.

"Old ancestor, Chen Jing is here."