Shaodi Chunxin

Pu Jing asked him leisurely: "How many things have you done to abolish bad habits in the court? You can even do such shocking things as letting the Imperial Academy teach lectures for internal officials. Why can't you see it?"

"The world humiliates me and the world defiles me. I know it. I have worked so hard for thirteen years in a blink of an eye. If, if my tiny efforts can reduce people like me...less things like me, all living people will be happy." I don’t need to experience such injustice. I didn’t live in vain.” Fu Yuanqing said, “Quietness, this is probably a little bit of selfishness outside the avenue.”

The sun rose slowly.

Finally some heat.

Fu Yuanqing looked at his feet, the shadow under the imperial steps was still cool, so many mosses quietly climbed up.

"It's not that I can't let myself go, it's just...just..." He said two justs, and then whispered, "It's too late."

When Fu Yuanqing returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Young Emperor was drinking tea in the plum room, and he took out some of the files he had obtained today and looked through them carefully.

"Come back?" the young emperor asked him.

"Yes."

The young emperor stretched out his hand, Fu Yuanqing hesitated for a moment, walked over, raised his hand to hold it, and then followed the young emperor's strength, half leaning in his arms.

The movement was too great, and the golden shackles rattled.

The young emperor tapped the chain: "Father, have you ever been careful with this?"

"I showed him... and told him that I live in Yongshou Palace."

"Oh?" the young emperor asked, "Did Pu Ying scold me?"

Fu Yuanqing denied: "...No. He dare not insult His Majesty."

"Father is a liar. With Pu Ying's temper, I must have scolded me bloody." Shaodi said, and then he felt Fu Yuanqing's tightness in his arms, patted him on the back comfortingly, and said with a smile, "Now For the serious crime of offending Junfu, unless Father intercedes, I will not forgive him."

He put his arms around Fu Yuanqing and said such words in such a tone, how could Fu Yuanqing not know what he meant.

Fu Yuanqing hooked his neck with both hands, leaned over and kissed him, and said, "Please forgive him, Your Majesty."

The young emperor's eyes were hot: "Father needs to work harder. If you work harder, not only Pu Ying... but also this chain, how about it?"

Fu Yuanqing looked at the person on him.

She sighed helplessly, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a very deep kiss.At the beginning of this kiss, he still kissed the emperor a little reservedly, but after a while the situation was reversed.

The young emperor turned over and fell on the dragon couch. There was a sound of chains being messed up, and Fu Yuanqing was hugged under him and couldn't move. He asked for a kiss like this, squeezing Fu Yuanqing's breath completely.When he let go of Fu Yuanqing, a red cloud had already risen on Fu Yuanqing's cheeks, his hair was messed up and scattered over his shoulders, and even his clothes were loose, adding a bit of human warmth.

The young emperor looked at him and smiled.

He was very naughty like him when he was young.

But today's Young Emperor is much more restrained and stable than the child at that time... The nostalgic eyes vaguely resembled Chen Jing's.

He is confused.

Fu Yuanqing stroked his cheek, and asked, "I've worked really hard like this...Xu'er?"

The young emperor held his hand and said in a low voice, "Call again."

"Xu'er." Fu Yuanqing was as good as a follower of kindness.

The young emperor kissed the palm of his hand: "Father didn't learn how to please people seriously... I thought that calling me by my baby name casually would make me soft-hearted."

The young emperor lowered his head and kissed him: "Let Xu'er teach Father well."

The sound of chains in Mei's room rattled chaotically, and there was a sound of panting from time to time.

Fu Yuanqing obediently endured every impact of the young emperor on the dragon couch, his thoughts were already filled with steaming desires, and he could barely think of "what kind of teaching is this" in the haze.

But he could only gasp and moan when he opened his mouth, so he could only cover his mouth and stop talking, and turned his head to look at the plum tree covered with green leaves in the inner courtyard.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to Tingtao Residence.

When the snow fell, they enjoyed themselves in the warm room. From the window frame, he saw red plums all over the ground.

He remembered Pu Ying's last words just now.

At that time, he also remembered a lot.

In fact...he has a lot of reluctance.

A violent approach interrupted Fu Yuanqing's distraction. He panted quickly, his eyes filled with spring mist: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Father is not paying attention again." The young emperor's voice came, and his rhythm became longer, "I am thinking about a question?"

Enthusiasm rose, and Fu Yuanqing's thoughts were pulled into the mud again by him.

"What, what..." He clings to the young emperor, and can only passively share the frequency with the young emperor.

"Who is better... or Chen Jing?" The young emperor asked him, "Who is more powerful."

Fu Yuanqing was silent.

The young emperor became anxious, and forced him again: "Say it quickly! Father, who is better?!"

Fu Yuanqing gasped for breath and glanced at him helplessly.

The spring wave was rippling, the smoke was full of embarrassment, and the young emperor felt agitated when he saw it, he bit his ear and asked: "Is it me, I am much better than Chen Jing."

Fu Yuanqing looked at the person above him, he outlined the young face, and couldn't help calling him: "Xu'er."

The young emperor was startled, and the obsession in his eyes became even stronger.

"Call me again," he said.

"Morning smoke and evening mist, spring is warm and autumn is cloudy." Fu Yuanqing panted softly, "Xu'er, your name...is given by me."

"Yes, you gave me a name. So there is another Zhao Xu in the world."

The young emperor kissed him.

Regardless of length or shortness, just concentrate on doing work.

The old ancestors were so waited on that they climbed the fairy palace in the clouds, and only the lover was left whispering.

Dengshikou East Jiadaoer is an inconspicuous Yin-Yang alley, and only when you walk in can you find something special.

Qing Yishui'er's official gate, the innermost one is a vermilion tall mansion, with the word "Yufu" hanging on it, it is the mansion of Yu Luqiu, the chief assistant today.

"Since Su Yuqing took office as the doctor of Wenxuan Division, in just half a month, nearly five senior officials of the court have been punished, all of whom are from us. It is not a small matter to report the salary to the court, but these punishments have not yet come down. Officials can only go home and wait for orders, and cannot enter the DPRK to handle affairs. This makes me very passive." Yan Jifan said worriedly, "More than that, three days ago, the Beijing inspection has begun, and officials in the DPRK and China have to inspect their performance from top to bottom. As far as I know, Pu Ying and Su Yuqing drew up at least a list of hundreds of officials in the capital. Most of these people are members of the Dongxiang Party. Minister of the Ministry of Officials, is there nothing you can do?"

Cen Jingyi sighed after hearing this: "Master Yan, it's not that the students don't want to make a difference. Hou Xinghai's ink corruption case is too involved, and the Beizhen Fusi caught every one of them. Isn’t it the same for you, Mr. Yan? Last time you arrested several principals of the Criminal Department, you were so frightened that you didn’t even go to Zuixianlou on weekdays.”

Yan Jifan's face suddenly turned ugly: "Cen Jingyi, in front of Mr. Ge and Mr. Ge, be careful what you say. I am not afraid of the shadow slanting. Are you afraid that your hands and feet are not clean and you want to drag me down?"

When Cen Jingyi wanted to say something more, Yu Luqiu coughed: "Okay, there is no need to tear each other down."

After he finished speaking, he slowly looked at Quan Hetai, Shangshu of the Ministry of War. This man was in his fifties, with a strong body and stern eyes. He looked somewhat similar to the current Empress Dowager, and he was the Empress Dowager's cousin.

"Master Quan, I don't know how the military department is doing recently?"

Quan Hetai sneered coldly: "Originally, the military command of the world was under the control of the five armies' governor's mansion, and it had nothing to do with the military department. Today, the emperor trusts the Yang family again, and even handed over the Forbidden Army and the Shenji Battalion to Yang Lingxue. Now he is very domineering. Our military department will take the soldier talisman to transfer troops, and the Dudu Mansion will not pay attention."

Yan Jifan laughed: "Officials, soldiers, law... Now two positions have been lost. We can only rely on Yu Huaimu and Deng Xuan to work hard in the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Imperial Academy."

Yu Luqiu was not angry when he heard him so depressed, coughed twice: "Ruicheng, what do you think?"

Yu Ruicheng, who had been sitting next to him and playing chess, glanced at the six or seven people in the study. He didn't speak fast, but when he spoke, he felt determined.

"Your Majesty Yan, you don't need to say such frustrating words." Yu Ruicheng said, "Even if you lose many colleagues because of the ink corruption case, and you are afraid that you will encounter some setbacks because of the Beijing inspection. But you are still the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, and I am in charge of the Ministry of Accounts. Lao Ze builds the Department of Management and Industry, plus Mr. Quan. The six ministries of the imperial court, the four ministers, and the chief assistant of the cabinet...even if we count the heads and the officialdom, we are not at a disadvantage, right?"

After he said this, the dignified mood in the room relaxed a little, and everyone even smiled.

Yu Ruicheng stood up, and walked a few steps around the room with his sleeves folded: "However, what Lord Yan thinks makes sense, and you can't be too mediocre, and just give in so that people feel easy to bully."

"What's the next step for Master Yu?" Quan Hetai asked him.

Yu Ruicheng walked to the table and tapped on a copy of "Temple Worry and Danger" that was placed on the table.

"I think this unknown post has caused quite a stir." He looked at the table, "Now it's just a mess, so let's do some more articles."

He raised his head and said to Yan Jifan: "Last time I said to use Heng Zhiye, it's time to use him."

"Old Xiao Ge means..."

"He's lived long enough."

Yu Ruicheng shifted his gaze to the unfinished chess game.

A white piece is placed on the star position alone, surrounded by black pieces.

"Since the beginning of the new year, what exactly are we going to do... we have to keep it firmly in mind." After Yu Ruicheng said this, he smiled softly, "We must not forget our original intention."

When Fu Yuanqing woke up, it was already late at night, he counted the sound of clappers, and it was just Yinshi.

He was already neat and tidy, lying in the Yongshou Palace, presumably he was exhausted later and was sent back by the young emperor.Thirst in his throat, he rubbed his feet and got up, only to find that the golden shackles had been removed.

He stroked the circle of skin and smiled.

There was no light outside the sky, and it was darker and more depressing than the previous few days.

Just as he was putting on his shoes, he heard a hasty knock on the door outside Yongshou Palace.

"Who is it!" The eunuch in charge of the palace hurriedly got up, "Cao Bingbi? Why are you so early in the morning—"

"Has the ancestor woke up?" Cao Ban'an's voice came in.

From the time he heard the words Cao Bingbi, he had already got up and put on his clothes, and opened the door with only a cloak on. Cao Ban'an was standing anxiously in the main room.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Yes!" Cao Ban'an said to him with a post in his hand, "Sure enough, some people fish in troubled waters. Fang Jing led people to search everywhere! Now we have seen this new post from everywhere in the capital. "

Fu Yuanqing took it over and took a look.

The above-mentioned five big characters are "Worrying about Danger and Debating Traitors".

The engraving, paper, and ink marks are completely different from the previous ones, and they are not the stereotypes of the Sili Jianjing Factory.

He reads the contents carefully.

It continued the wording style of the first post. Although he tried his best to imitate it, he could still tell at a glance that it was not written by Su Yuqing, and the content was even more provocative.

All the recent natural disasters and man-made disasters were directed at one person——Fu Yuanqing.

Coordinating the text of the article, he is the most treacherous eunuch since the Xia and Shang Dynasties. He was self-willed in the imperial court, amassing money arbitrarily, accepting bribes, forcing everyone to call him Nine Thousand Years old, so that people in the world did not know that there was Emperor Zhao, but only Nine Thousand Years old. .

Fu Yuanqing was still reading, and Cao Banan was already shaking his fingertips with anger.

"How dare these treacherous villains write to justify treachery?! Turning black and white, and spitting blood! Ancestor, don't worry, Dongchang and Beizhen Fusi will definitely investigate to the end, and will not let any suspicious person go."

"Have all the people from Fusi in Beizhen been sent out?" Fu Yuanqing asked after folding the post.

"Yes! Lai Liqun brought the brothers of Jinyiwei to collect posts from all over the city to avoid expansion."

Fu Yuanqing sighed.

Cao Ban'an was startled: "What's wrong?"

"Ban'an, you haven't thought about it. Did they write like this deliberately to annoy you?" Fu Yuanqing said, "It's also to annoy those who are closely related to me. Now Beizhen Fusi is empty——"

Cao Banan's mind suddenly exploded: "Not good! Qian Zongfu!"

"Qian Zongfu is not their first target. It is Heng Zhiye."

"I'm leaving the palace now." Cao Ban'an said.

"...It's late." Fu Yuanqing said, "If I'm not mistaken, Heng Zhiye is already... late."