Shaodi Chunxin

As soon as Fu Yuanqing left, he didn't listen to Taoju.

Later, I heard from Cao Ban'an that Chen Jing had left and disappeared.

He actually wanted to leave Tingtao Residence to Chen Jing, but he was somewhat selfish.

Many years ago, the private house of Tingtao House in Hanzi was just a gift from his father for Fu’s 25th birthday. Come here less.Later, the family was overthrown, and the old house was seized by the raiders. Now the house has been changed, and it has become the Ciru Temple, which is full of incense in the West Market.

Not long after he became the palm seal, the young emperor asked him if he had a private house outside.

He said no.

During the Spring Festival of the first year, the young emperor found an excuse and rewarded him with the house.

"I heard that all the palace officials have private houses outside. My father is the head of the inner prison, so he should also have a private house. It is also good to hide and be lazy when you are resting." The young emperor spoke with a milky voice at that time With a milky emphasis, he sat upright on the dragon chair and said very seriously, "This is a reward from the emperor, Father, don't refuse."

He thanked him, and on the fifth day of that year, he left the palace for the first time, and opened the familiar door for the first time in three years since the Fu family incident happened.

The things in the private house have long been confiscated and confiscated.

But they were found one by one, and they were placed where they used to be.

Even the plaque of Tingtao Residence and the "Tingtao Shuo" written by the first emperor are the same as before.

I don't know how much thought and time Shaodi spent.

After he left, this place should be returned to His Majesty... Fu Yuanqing thought so.

He went back to look at it once, only took some scrolls in the study, and didn't dare to look at the dormitory, but when he went out, he pushed down the candlestick, and the candlestick rolled all the way to the "Comprehensive Map of Daduan Sea".

That night, he raised the candlelight to illuminate this great river and mountain, and poured out all the thoughts in his heart to Chen Jing, and Chen Jing's seriousness was still deeply imprinted in his heart.

Not just the dormitory, not just the couch, not just here, not just the courtyard... Tingtao House has left memories of Chen Jing everywhere.

Just thinking about it makes me feel a little anxious.

After leaving that day, he lived in the yamen of the Supervisor of Rites and never went out of the palace again.

On the same day, His Majesty came to Huangji Gate to listen to the government.

After nearly a hundred days of interruption, the court meeting returned to normal again.

All the officials burst into tears with joy.

Just after Yin's hour, Fang Jing rushed into the Supervisor of Rituals, his face turned pale and he said, "Godfather, something happened."

Fu Yuanqing has been getting up late recently. He just got up at this moment. He just put on his underwear and was cleaning his face. He heard Fang Jing's words, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, lifted the curtain and came out of the back room and asked, "What's wrong?"

Just as Fang Jing was about to answer, he saw Liu Jiu stumbled in from the gate of the Supervisor of Rituals. Without waiting for anyone to report, he directly broke into the gate of Fu Yuanqing's side. He didn't seem to feel the pain, kowtowed to Fu Yuanqing, and said in a miserable voice, "Old ancestor save me!"

Fu Yuanqing hurried forward to help him up.

Liu Jiusan lost his mountain cap and didn't know where it was. His face was sallow, his forehead had just been cut, and it was bleeding.The imperial horse inspector was in such a state of embarrassment that he had never seen before.

Fu Yuanqing helped him to sit down, Liu Jiu came back to his senses, grabbed Fu Yuanqing's wrist, and cried: "I beg my ancestors to save my life. I am grateful for your kindness, and I will do my best to repay you in the future."

"No hurry." Fu Yuanqing asked Fang Jing to pour tea, and said to Liu Jiu, "Mr. Liu drank this bowl of water."

Liu Jiu drank the cold tea from the previous day, and then he calmed down a bit. He said with a wry smile, "This, the drudgery of going to court, the servants can't take it, I can't take it. I beg my ancestors to take it back." Bar."

"Why did Mr. Liu make such a statement?"

Liu Jiu sighed: "Just a few days after the beginning of summer. The Chief Secretary of Henan sent an expedited six hundred miles. The expedited report said that since the end of April, the territory of Shuntian Prefecture has been raining continuously for more than 20 days. The surrounding area is like Dongting Lake. , Poyang Lake, Taihu Lake and other water levels have skyrocketed, and there is a danger of bursting dikes and flooding the fields, so report it urgently. I hope the imperial court will make preparations early [Note 1]. Originally, it only needs to be approved by the imperial pen and Zhu, and each yamen can provide disaster relief according to their departments. I don’t know what At the instigation of those who are interested, a few days ago, a bunch of memorials entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation from the cabinet, and the memorials at the Huiji Gate were written by Cao Bing, so there are a lot of them."

"What are you talking about?"

"The old ancestor should have guessed it." Liu Jiu said, "The emperor is not filial, and he refuses to add an emblem to the queen mother. This is God's punishment for the emperor's unfilial piety."

Fu Yuanqing thought about it for a while: "Your Majesty will go to the Taimiao to enshrine the ancestral tablet after the imperial gate takes charge of the government, fasting and self-examination, so you should ignore it."

"That's right!" Liu Jiu said, "Master, I don't care, but the ministers don't know what's going on, and they don't give in. Today, when my master is in charge of the government, many officials asked the emperor to add an emblem to the Queen Mother. "

Fu Yuanqing frowned slowly: "With His Majesty's character, he must be furious."

"It's more than anger." Liu Jiu said with a trembling voice, "Master said, you said that the empress dowager's emblem does not match the late emperor's posthumous title, so I will reduce the title of the late emperor."

"What?" Fu Yuanqing was startled.

"It's true." Fang Jing answered, "After the imperial court, when he went to the Taimiao, His Majesty was already furious, saying that Yinghuo was in trouble and floods were coming, because the late emperor's virtue was unworthy, not only did he want to reduce the number of the late emperor , but also ask the tablet of the first emperor to be taken away from the Taimiao."

Liu Jiu cried: "What to do, old ancestor, master, this is an offense against the imperial examination of the temple, and it is a disrespectful crime against the ancestors. This is a capital crime for us master's children. Later, he was criticized by foreign ministers. , People are about to be killed with a stick. This court is too difficult, I won't go, I won't go again!"

Liu Jiu was crying here.

Ji Ru brought in freshly brewed tea from outside.

Passing a bowl to Fu Yuanqing, Ji Ru asked, "Old Ancestor, is it hot or not? Do you want to add ice? Li Xia took some ice from the ice cellar and covered it in the side room."

Fu Yuanqing shook his head.

The tea was boiling hot, but now that his body was getting weaker, Wu could only feel some warmth when he touched it.

It has been four or five days since he returned to the palace.

His Majesty never summoned him.

There is no exclusive value in the list of the Taimiao.

At the beginning, his heart was also suspended, but His Majesty began to listen to the government, and Fu Yuanqing felt a little relieved - as for why this was so, why he was a little lost and a little relaxed, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

He Xia sat on the couch, holding the bowl of tea in both hands, and was quiet for a while, only Liu Jiu's crying was heard in the prison of ceremonies.

"Where is His Majesty today?" he asked.

"Still in Taimiao." Fang Jing said, "Brother Cao will serve you."

Fu Yuanqing put down his tea and stood up: "Ban'an is also in class six or seven, I'll go over there for him."

Fang Jing frowned: "Old Ancestor, you have been suffering from cold and cold recently, don't go, your health is not good..."

"I know my own body well. But something that shocked the government and the public like moving the temple of the late emperor must not be allowed to be done by His Majesty." Fu Yuanqing stood up.

After putting on his patched clothes, he still felt a bit chilly, so he said to Fang Jing, "Help me find that mink velvet cloak in the first month from the closet."

Fang Jing's eyes were red: "Godfather, that's a cloak worn in the twelfth lunar month. Is your body in this state? Take a rest, take a rest. My son goes to tell the master, and the son goes to ask the master."

"Ban'an can't persuade His Majesty, and neither can you. I can only go." He said.

Fang Jing wiped away his tears, went inside and ransacked the box.

Fu Yuanqing put on the sable pendant and dental plaque, adjusted the buckle on his waist, and then said to Liu Jiu: "Mr. Liu, your majesty entrusts you with the deliberations of the court. It contains the trust of your majesty. Now if there is a disaster, you can shirk your responsibility , have you ever thought about how His Majesty knows how to deal with you?"

Liu Jiu's eyes were swollen from crying: "Then, what should I do, I beg my ancestors to show me a way out."

Fu Yuanqing pursed his lips and smiled: "I have pointed out the way of life for the factory owner a long time ago. When you brought the official documents of the Sanfa Division to the Beizhen Division and wanted to interrogate Hou Xinghai, I said so."

Liu Jiu looked bewildered.

"Four words, you can be wise and protect yourself, you can be ashamed of your heart, and you can stand up to the sky." Fu Yuanqing said to him.

"What, what."

The azure cashmere mink cloak that Fu Yuanqing had been wearing for many years was finally found at the bottom of the box.

Fang Jingti kept it for Fu Yuanqing to put on.

"Justice and heaven."

After Fu Yuanqing finished speaking, he turned and walked away from the Supervisor of Ceremonies.

He sat on a stool and arrived outside the front hall of the Taimiao, Cao Ban'an and Yin Gao Qinhai, the supervisor of the shrine, were walking around in a hurry outside, seeing him coming, they hurriedly descended the steps.

"Old ancestor." Gao Qinhai was about to cry, "You've come."

Fu Yuanqing returned the gift and looked at Cao Ban'an.

"After the master entered, he closed the gate to keep people away." Cao Ban'an said, "From the crack in the door, the master smashed the altar..."

His voice was a little softer: "I also threw away the tablet of the late emperor, and now it seems that I plan to light it with a candle for fun... We were really anxious, and said that we would not remove the hinge to enter."

"Going in is death. If you don't go in, the temple tablet will be burned." Gao Qinhai trembled all over. "My ancestors save me, my ancestors beg you to save the little one."

"Ban'an, let Lai Liqun arrange for Wei Feilong to lead a team to surround the Taimiao and replace the palace people in charge of the temple." Fu Yuanqing said to Cao Ban'an.

"Yes."

"Let everyone around you quit the Taimiao." Fu Yuanqing said to Gao Qinhai, "Remember to keep everyone silent. You are absolutely not allowed to mention anything related, otherwise you really can't save them."

"Okay, okay, I see."

Fu Yuanqing took a deep breath: "Find a way to open the door. I'll go in."

The palace people removed half of the door panel, and the huge door panel fell down and was barely supported, revealing a gap, through which Fu Yuanqing got in.

The people outside quietly put the door panel back on.

So the front hall of Taimiao Nuoda became quiet.

Sunlight pours into the hall through the latticed window frames.

The front hall of the Taimiao is dedicated to the seven previous emperors who passed away.

Taking the left as the respect, there are seven temples in total from left to right.

Above the seven temples is the tablet of Emperor Taizu.

There is an algae well above the head, which is hollow and inlaid with transparent glazed tiles. The light shoots down and falls in the middle of the Taimiao, forming flowing colorful auspicious clouds.The mortise and tenon of the bath towel is carved with the prosperous Yunwai Fairy Mountain, which has seven floors, corresponding to the seven temples of the Son of Heaven.

The small temple on the far right was smashed to pieces.

The warp and weft are torn apart by the sword.

The incense burner collapsed.

Zhao Jin...or Chengdi's tablet was thrown into the long-lived lamp, and the red sandalwood is now full of oil.

"Are you here?" the haggard man sitting on the mat asked him.

Fu Yuanqing saluted: "Your Majesty."

"It's not so noisy, don't you even think of me?" The young emperor asked him, his eyes were livid and bloodshot, he picked up the wine and took a big gulp.

Unlike the last time he was on the observatory, the wine he drank this time was extremely strong, and he could already smell the strong smell of wine when he reached his side.

"Reckoning, the Supervisor of Ceremonies is not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation. You didn't come here until you were arranged to be on duty. Maybe it's why you don't want to leave." The young emperor gave a drunken laugh.

His eyes were gloomy, staring at Fu Yuanqing closely.

There are some inexplicable things in the middle that are surging and gathering.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't understand. He was silent for a while, rolled up his sleeves, and began to tidy up the messy altar. He whispered, "Master shouldn't treat ancestors like this...it's disrespectful."

"Really?" The young emperor chuckled, "The Taimiao Taimiao is the temple of the Son of Heaven. There are 22 emperors in Daduan, except for the Taizu who can stay in this temple forever. According to the rules of the ancestors, sacrifices only need to be traced back to the seven emperors. So there will always be only one emperor in the Taimiao. Seven tablets. If I die, an ancestor will move the temple, who is disrespectful?"

Fu Yuanqing took out the Chengdi Tablet that had been soaked for a long time from the ever-burning lamp.

He held the huge tablet in his arms and placed it on the altar again. He took out a veil from his arms and gently wiped the oil stains on the tablet.

——Ying Gaoqi Tianhong Daoming Zhao Demin Wenqin Wuzhang Shengda Xiaozhao Emperor Zhao Jin.

Plain veils are stained and mottled.

Fu Yuanqing's eyes were very close and gentle when he wiped the word "Zhao Jin", and finally managed to wipe it clean. When he respectfully placed the tablet on the altar, he heard the young emperor laugh.

The young emperor smiled and said, "Floods are about to fall... I have sinned against myself and fasted. As a father, there is a spirit in heaven, so I must feel guilty. I sympathize with my father's wishes and know that Huang Kaode is not worthy. I am the emperor. Test minus."

His words were so serious that it made people feel a little scared, Fu Yuanqing turned to look at him.

He thought for a while: "Let's change the posthumous name to 'Miao'."

"Your Majesty, please take it back!" Fu Yuanqing immediately knelt down and said with a pale face, "Miao Nai is an evil posthumous title, which means disorderly, shapeless, treacherous and cunning. Although the late emperor was in power for a short time, his virtues were not detrimental. Your Majesty must not do this Posthumous posthumous reduction!"【Note 2】

"Hahaha..." The young emperor laughed twice and covered his mouth, but the laughter couldn't help pouring out, "Hehehe...Father, it's true that when it comes to the first emperor, it's completely out of order."

"Your Majesty, your Majesty must not." Fu Yuanqing urged urgently, "If you do this, you will only be insulted and ridiculed by the people of the world. The historian will never show mercy—"

"I said earlier, I don't care!" The young emperor interrupted him sharply.

"Can……"

"The one who cares is you!" the young emperor said, "It's you! Fu Yuanqing! After all, what is the difference between you and those scholars? They have a long history. It is said that eunuchs are not even men, so they love money and power. To achieve your goal, you will never give up and use everything. What about you? You really think that you are different from them. You really have nothing, your family is ruined, and you don’t ask for money or power. They pursue these falsehoods even more!"

Shao squatted down, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Fu Yuanqing, is there any difference between you and the previous power officials?"

Fu Yuanqing stared at him helplessly.

He is like an enraged lion.

Anger was burning his soul.

What he said was aggressive and bordering on hurtful.

Fu Yuanqing wanted to appease the angry lion, but he didn't know how to do it.

"I don't care." The young emperor said, "I don't care what people in the world say about me, I don't care what future generations think of me. All I care about is—"

He paused suddenly, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "I only care about Father."

"But...Fu Yuanqing, you don't care." He said.

The young emperor looked at the tablet on the altar, as if he had made up his mind, he drew out his sword, and with a flash of cold light, the huge tablet was cut in half in an instant.

Before Fu Yuanqing could react, the young emperor sheathed his sword and threw it on the gold brick in front of him.

bang.

The saber rolled on the ground and landed in front of his eyes.

The scabbard is dotted with rubies.

Like falling red plums.

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Fu Yuanqing stared blankly at the sword: "Blowing Plum Sword."

"Fu Ergong's Plum Blowing Sword has long been fused. This is the Plum Blowing Sword that I searched for for several years and found the Plum Plum Swordsmith who rebuilt it for you. I originally planned to give it to you on your birthday. It’s for you. It’s just that now... it doesn’t seem to be needed.”

"You won't live until your birthday." Shaodi laughed, and just said, "You want to die so much."

"Your Majesty... I..."

The young emperor sighed with some distress: "What should I do? I don't want my father to die. Originally, Chen Jing could be of great use, but it turns out that my father is not rare. It's a pity that Chen Jing is willing to sacrifice his life for you. I will take my heart's blood to support you... My father doesn't even care about Chen Jing, my father is really a cold person..."

Fu Yuanqing looked up at him, shaking his voice