Shaodi Chunxin

The young emperor had foresight.

Fu Yuanqing's body has been exhausted for a long time, the rain has not stopped yet, the turbulent illness has already come up, and the high fever is far more urgent than last time.In the evening, when Fang Jing retrieved Bailishi, it was finally the right medicine.

Even when Bailishi opened the prescription, his face was dignified.

"He can't stand this anymore." Baili said when he went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to answer.

The rain outside has not stopped, it has been falling, and the air is full of damp mist. The crabapple flowers that bloomed a few days ago fell into the puddles and drifted away.

"Maybe it will be better when the Great Wilderness Jade Sutra is finished, but..." Baili Shi said to the person leaning on the porch to watch the rain, "The heart is dead, what's the point of just living with the body?"

The young emperor reached out his hand to the eaves, and the raindrops falling from the eaves fell on the palm of his hand, and a piece of crabapple petal was also mixed in it.

"Father has been with me for many years. Since I was young, there has been only him, only him... I know that he will never harm me, and will never abandon me. Do you know why?" the young emperor asked .

"Because Fu Zhangyin is dedicated to his duties and has the virtue of a gentleman."

The young emperor smiled: "The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty are all disciples of Confucius, you can't say that they don't have the virtue of a gentleman."

Baili Shi said: "I would like to hear the details."

"I discussed with my father. I said that human life is actually worthless. Many times, life is just a piece of cake when there is a famine, a bowl of soup and medicine when you are seriously ill, and a bowl of porridge when you are starving... When you die, no one knows. into the mud and become duckweed." The young emperor said, "but Fu Yuanqing said no. He said that human life is not distinguished. Life is precious and life is cheap. It's just a thought. Parents love their children, and they regard their lives as priceless treasures - the last piece of cake in the famine , A bowl of soup when I was seriously ill, a bowl of porridge for alms, begging for mercy in exchange for the people who care most about living, even if they live a little longer... Even the people who are crushed into the dust in the world have precious lives to protect."

"Therefore, a human life is worthless to others, but it is a supreme treasure to one's own body. Therefore, it must be said that human life is precious in every way, and only the person who regards it is the one who cares about it. The Son of Heaven loves the people, just like parents love their children, and treats them with benevolence. If you treat the people with the heart of a ruler and father, you can become a country."

Baili was stunned for a moment, and said, "Fu Zhangyin has a big heart."

"I can't be a gentleman and father." The young emperor said, "I already have the supreme treasure in my heart, and I can't be a benevolent monarch of the world."

At a hundred miles away, he was slightly taken aback.

There was a pool of shallow water in Shaodi's hands, and the petals of the crabapple that got in by mistake swirled in it.

He clenched his fist slowly.

The petals were held firmly in his palm.

"You ask me, what is the meaning of living with a body of rotten wood." The young emperor said again, "Fu Yuanqing entered the Yeting, and this life belongs to the emperor. His life is the greatest meaning to me."

The strange thing about this heavy rain is that the news came back from Shuntian Mansion that the government hall was flooded, which destroyed many villages in Mentougou and killed many people.

After another three or four days, the heavy rain finally dispersed.

The spring flowers have not finished blooming, and they have fallen to the ground in the heavy rain.

Fu Yuanqing's health improved, so he struggled to get up, but Fang Jing refused to listen, so he had to obey him.

The water tank in the yard is overflowing.

Fu Yuanqing glanced at the closed door of the side room, and asked Fang Jing: "Chen Jing hasn't returned, how many days has it been?"

Fang Jing lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "After school was over on that day of heavy rain, His Majesty asked his son to pick up Chen Jing."

"Where is it placed?" Fu Yuanqing asked again.

Fang Jing knelt down and begged for mercy: "Don't ask. You just need to know that what your son does is for your own good."

Fu Yuanqing sighed: "Forget it, you change clothes with me."

"Where is godfather going?"

"I'm going to see His Majesty." Fu Yuanqing said.

Bamboo curtains were hung in Dongnuang Pavilion today, and when the light came down from the bamboo curtains, the young emperor leaned on the couch, playing with a jade ruyi that had just been presented.

"The case of Hou Xinghai's corruption of ink has involved more than [-] officials. At present, the Fusi of Beizhen has sorted out the officials of the six departments and six departments. If there are real people who have done it, they will not blame the past and keep them. If the corpse is a vegetarian, they will stay in the imperial prison and wait for the review of the Ministry of Punishment. When it's over, we'll investigate and deal with it." Lai Liqun knelt at the bottom of the steps and reported.

The young emperor didn't listen seriously, and asked, "What do the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Punishment think?"

Pu Ying, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, went home to go to the funeral, and now Cen Jingyi, the left servant of the Ministry of Officials, came to answer the question. He bowed and said, "The list submitted by Commander Lai is well-documented, and the Ministry of Officials has verified it one by one. It's just that Hou Xinghai The case is over, and there are many vacancies, and the Ministry of Officials is discussing the selection of outstanding people from all over the country to Beijing to fill them."

The young emperor nodded and went to look at Yan Jifan.

Yan Jifan bowed and said: "The Ministry of Punishment has received the file from Beizhen Fusi. Anyone who has close contacts with Hou Xinghai in each yamen will be questioned one by one. We have to rely on Commander Lai."

Lai Liqun said: "It's all for the master, it should be."

Just as he was talking, he heard Cao Ban'an come in and report: "Master, Fu Yuanqing is begging to see you outside the hall."

"It just so happens that the matter here is over, let him come in." The young emperor said.

Fu Yuanqing then went inside and greeted all the foreign ministers one by one.

"If there is nothing else, Erqing will step down." The young emperor chased him away.

Cen Jingyi said: "Since Fu's palm seal is here, I have something to do."

"speak."

Cen Jingyi clasped his hands and saluted, and asked Fu Yuanqing: "The case of Hou Xinghai will be handed over to the imperial court later. I don't know that Mr. Zhiye is in the imperial prison. May I ask Fu's palm seal, how will it be arranged in the future?"

Fu Yuanqing looked at this young man, he was respectful, polite, gentle and decent, and his appearance was also a good-looking talent. However, when he asked this question, there were many complicated and complicated things behind it.

"Cen Aiqing." The young emperor said.

"The minister is here."

"Cen Aiqing is a doctor in the Ministry of Officials, why do you ask about the criminals in the imperial prison?" the young emperor asked him.

Cen Jingyi bowed again and said: "When I was young, I was fortunate enough to listen to Mr. Zhiye's lectures in Dongxiang. I was overwhelmed by his talent and thought I was Mr. Zhiye's student. After finishing my business today, I gave Fu's palm seal as a student. Inquire about the fate of the teacher."

"The Fusi of Beizhen has its own rules and regulations. It is inconvenient for Mr. Cen to ask." Lai Liqun replied.

"I didn't ask Commander Lai, I only asked about Fu's palm print." Cen Jingyi smiled, but looked at Fu Yuanqing aggressively, "Mr. Zhiye is indifferent to fame and fortune, and has nothing to do with the world. He was detained in Shuntian Mansion and imprisoned It has been more than [-] days, and no charges have been brought down so far."

Hearing this, Fu Yuanqing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Heng Zhiye is Hou Xinghai's former Wenxuan Secretary doctor. Back then, there were signs of corruption and corruption, and he deposed officials for the people. Now that the Hou Xinghai case has resurfaced, the relationship between the two is unclear, so he must be asked." ask."

"When I asked, I asked, why did you beat someone? Sir, he is sixty-three years old this year, and he still has to be humiliated. How can he survive in the black prison? Gangxian in the capital went to a Taishan, and planned to send another Beidou away Is it?" Cen Jingyi sneered, "I'm different from some people, I don't feel sorry for my teacher, and I never greeted and cared about my teacher until I died. It's true... If you enter the palace, you will have no ties, so what is a teacher?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young emperor threw the Ruyi handle in his hand onto the dragon table, and said grimly: "Cen Jingyi, do you still know that this is in front of the emperor? How can you say such yin and yang words?"

Cen Jingyi was startled, knelt down and said, "My minister is dead! I beg the emperor to beg for mercy!"

"Cen Jingyi made a slip of the tongue in front of the hall, and dragged out the Meridian Gate for [-] battles. Lai Liqun, you will be imprisoned." The young emperor said.

"I take orders." Lai Liqun summoned Jin Yiwei to come in and drag out the official minister of the court. Cen Jingyi was still crying when he went out, without the slightest demeanor of a scholar.

After Cen Jingyi was dragged out, Yan Jifan explained: "Master Cen is impatient, if he says something wrong for a while, he will be punished, please calm down."

The young emperor glanced at him: "Yan Qing has always loved being so safe. She only came to intercede after dragging her away. Who is a good old man going to show?"

Yan Jifan was not angry when he was reprimanded by the young emperor, he smiled and said: "The students who stayed in the capital this spring because of kindness, most of them are from Dongxiang Academy. I heard that Beizhen Fusi beat Heng Zhiye when he was questioning, and the students were a little dissatisfied. When I went to Zhoufeng Academy to give lectures, some students questioned Mr. Heng's situation in the imperial prison."

"This Heng Zhiye seems to have some prestige among scholars."

Yan Jifan laughed and said: "Princess Heng, Zhang Lianzheng, revitalizes the administration of officials, opens up the way of speaking, and eliminates the evils of the government and the public... Dongxiang party members have some insights."

He changed the subject and went to see Fu Yuanqing: "It's just that the students have been dissatisfied with the court because of Enxuan these days, and Heng Gong's torture in prison made them even more angry. I went to give lectures several times, all for the sake of Calm down the restlessness of the students. But a few days ago, Mrs. Pu went to the immortals, and the students had accumulated grievances for a long time, and this spark suddenly ignited... Today, there are countless students mourning in front of the gate of Pufu, and some of them wear mourning , Some people sent white chrysanthemums in front of the house. Even the roads were taken up...the students said..."

He paused.

"What did the students say?" the young emperor asked.

"I don't dare to speak out in front of Fu's palm print." Yan Jifan stabbed Fu Yuanqing neither softly nor hard.

The young emperor said: "Speak, I forgive you for your innocence."

"Students said that when Master Pu passed away, there were blue clouds covering the sky, and the whole world cried together."

Fu Yuanqing raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Jifan.

The amiable Master Yan is looking over with a smile.

"There are blue clouds in the sky, covering the sky. Isn't that referring to you, Fu Yuanqing?" Shaodi sneered, "Yan Jifan, an old cunning man, never leaks his words, and picked himself clean."

"Does Your Majesty also think that the sky is covered by blue clouds?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

The young emperor was stunned: "I didn't intend to do that. Father is too worried."

Fu Yuanqing lifted his robe and knelt down: "Your Majesty, I have two requests today. One is to ask Your Majesty to allow me to go out of the palace to attend the funeral for Master, and the other is to ask Your Majesty to let Chen Jing go and let him come back."

The young emperor was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your benefactor is newly mourned, and my father is still thinking about his concubine."

The young emperor's words were really unpleasant, but Fu Yuanqing didn't seem to have heard it, so he just kowtowed and said, "I beg your Majesty to be lenient."

"Do you know why I took Chen Jing away?" the young emperor asked him.

Fu Yuanqing replied: "I don't know."

"I have been with my father for more than ten years, and I know what kind of person my father is. Even if it is under the foot ban, even if it is handing over the power of Dongchang. My father is still very familiar with the situation in the court..." The young emperor laughed , slowly stood up from the dragon chair, walked in front of Fu Yuanqing with his hands behind his back, looked down at the kneeling man, "Father never changes what is decided in his heart."

Fu Yuanqing replied: "Yes. Your Majesty's words are correct."

"Fu Yuanqing, I ask you. You come to ask me to allow you to leave the palace, what if I refuse?"

Fu Yuanqing bowed his head and said, "The minister will think of other ways."

"What Yan Jifan just said about the situation outside the Pu Mansion is not an exaggeration. Let me say that it is far more than that. Now it is only the students of the Imperial College and a few academies to mourn. In a few days, before the funeral, students from Shuntian Mansion and even Tianjin Wei Students from all over the world will come to mourn. If you, Fu Yuanqing, have gone, will you be able to come back?"

"...Since ancient times, there has been a ritual of returning home after hearing funerals." Fu Yuanqing said.

"Anyway, you are going." The young emperor said, "Then I will tell you clearly that the reason why Chen Jing is detained is not to let you go! If you dare to step out of the palace gate, I will have Chen Jing's head beheaded! "

Fu Yuanqing finally looked up at the young emperor: "Why is your majesty doing this? Your majesty has promised me not to embarrass Chen Jing."

The young emperor glared at him: "Now that you are on the cusp of the storm, why are you so persistent?"

"A few days ago, Master Pu sent a letter for his minister. When he was seriously ill, he was still worried about his life in the palace. The master taught the apprentice minister the way of benevolence and love, and cherished the minister with the heart of loving his son. This has not changed for so many years. In the past 13 years, Fu Yuanqing felt ashamed, ashamed to see his teacher again, and let his teacher wait for him to worry about, and he did not fulfill his disciple's filial piety." Fu Yuanqing was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "I have wasted my time, and I can't understand the world, but I am a stupid and shallow person. Now my master Immortals are gone, the master has always valued etiquette, the minister wants to hold the funeral ceremony for the master, and hold the stick for the master. 【Note 1】”

"You want to hold the funeral for your master. But those people don't care about your hard work."

"So what?" Fu Yuanqing said, "This heart is bright, so what can I say."

The young emperor was at a loss for words.

He grabbed the ground with his head and begged: "I beg Your Majesty to be lenient with Chen Jing. I beg Your Majesty to see that I have served you faithfully for so many years... Allow me to leave the palace!"

After a long time, the sky seemed to be darkening, and the young emperor said, "On the day of my master's funeral, you can go to express my condolences."

Fu Yuanqing knew that this was the emperor's biggest concession, so he kowtowed: "Thank you, Lord Long En!"

Then he asked: "Then Chen Jing..."

The young emperor's tone was a little strange: "Do you like Chen Jing?"

"Chen Jing is honest and gentle, a kind person." Fu Yuanqing did not answer directly.

After a long time, the young emperor said: "Father's body has not recovered yet, so go back and rest."

Fu Yuanqing didn't ask any more questions, bowed his head and exited. When he left the hall, he vaguely heard the young emperor's sigh.

"Father likes Chen Jing." The young emperor said lonely, "What about me?"

After all, Fu Yuanqing's illness was not completely cured. Today's prelude to the palace almost consumed all his energy. When he returned to the duty room, he put on his clothes, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The dream is very messy.

Sometimes I dream of the warmth of the Fu family when nothing happened.

Sometimes I dream of the blood when my father was cut in half.

From time to time, I saw the figures of my mother and sister floating in the air when they decided to hang themselves.

The surroundings were dim, and the screams were like ghosts in pain.Haunt him and drag him to hell.

However, the painful dream finally came to an end, all the darkness subsided, and turned into a face of a person...

Chen Jing's face.

At the bank of Wangchuan River, at the moment when he was about to be dragged into the bottom of the river, he grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the nightmare.

When Fu Yuanqing woke up, he couldn't tell the time.

Lights were turned on in the house and the yard, and it was very stuffy, and I was a little out of breath.There were bursts of severe pain in the back of his head, and he coughed when he opened his mouth, but he was quickly lifted up, and several soft pillows were placed behind him for him to lean on.

There were a few more lights, and the room brightened up.

A glass of warm water was handed to him.

Fu Yuanqing looked up, he was still in a daze: "Chen Jing..."

The hand holding the cup was startled, and then the person sat in front of him: "It's me, old ancestor."

"You are back." The old ancestor said.

"Well, I'm back." Chen Jing replied to him.

The old ancestor smiled gently, looking at his face, the young man's face was well-defined, without any traces of age, it was a bit attractive, so he looked at it for a long time, until Chen Jing handed warm water to his lips.

"Old ancestor, drink some water."

He took a sip in a daze.

There is honey in the water.

Slightly sweet, it went down his burning throat, and the sores torn by coughing were slightly healed.

Next came medicine.

Chen Jing handed it over: "Drink it, it's opened at Bailishi. Just drink it and it will be fine."

He raised his hand to feed again, this time Fu Yuanqing took it and drank the medicine in one gulp.The medicine was more bitter than before, but it didn't seem unbearable, but at this moment, the ancestor still frowned slightly.

A hawthorn fruit was involuntarily stuffed into his mouth. The sweet and sour feeling diluted the bitterness. Fu Yuanqing raised his eyes to look at Chen Jing: "In order to alleviate the bitterness, eat candied fruit, sugar, and honey...feed people to eat hawthorn candy For the ball, you may be the first."

"Is it sour?" Chen Jing asked him.

"acid."

"Sweet ones." After Chen Jing finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her.

He embraced the old ancestor, not letting him run away, and kissed his lips as lingeringly as possible, sucked his saliva, licked his mouth, and rubbed him vigorously into his arms as if wishing he could be crushed.

After a while, they slowly separated.

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