Dodder Pampering Handbook

The little eunuch was sweating profusely from nervousness.

Zhao Chanzhen smiled when he saw the characters crawling by earthworms, like peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains and plains in an instant, making people's hearts flutter.

He choked his nose, and said coquettishly: "If my handwriting is not as good as Guoan's, I will be ashamed to find a piece of tofu overnight."

Seeing him smiling, Zhong Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The little emperor is very delicate, but he is still arrogant.

You can only coax it, otherwise it will be like the clam biting its mouth, unless it is smashed, it will be difficult to see the soft meat inside.

"Your Majesty, please write this letter."

It should be enough for Nacho to reach this level.

Zhao Chanzhen took the brush from the little eunuch's hand, moistened the ink again, took a deep breath, and wrote on the booklet.

-

When Xiang Zhongchen received this letter, it was already the tenth day of the first lunar month.

Rao is going fast, Jinling is half a month away from Yongzhou.

At that time, Xiang Zhongchen was at the farmer's home, inspecting the disaster relief situation and preparations for spring plowing.

A messenger came outside suddenly, and the local county magistrate came with a messenger himself, "Master Xiang, His Majesty has written a reply to you, please see what you have replied?"

Xiang Zhongchen stood up, his hands were still stained with dirt, Li Wei hurriedly handed him a handkerchief, and urged: "Your Majesty has seen the last excerpt, and he probably wrote a letter to praise your lord. Your lord will return to Beijing this time. You can get a big job."

The flattery came one after another, and he said a few words to Zhong Chen politely, and said to Li Wei seriously: "You don't have to be too modest, this trip to Yongzhou, Shen Zhi has contributed a lot, and when I return to Beijing, I will report to His Majesty one by one. .”

Li Wei cupped his hands, just laughed, and didn't evade him anymore.

In his heart, he felt a little disapproving, he knew that Liu Yan embezzled the disaster money, if it wasn't for King Yong'an, Xiang Zhongchen's trip to Yongzhou would not be his turn.

And King Yong'an asked him to follow Xiang Zhongchen, probably because he also meant to gild him.

It has nothing to do with His Majesty at all.

It's just that Xiang Zhongchen didn't know the inside story, he thought it was the little emperor who saved his life in the rare bird garden that day, and overcame all opinions, sent him to save the people of Yongzhou.

In Xiang Zhongchen's heart, the little emperor is a wise king suppressed by traitors and thieves, and he only waits for loyal and good ministers to save him.

Unable to burn incense, Xiang Zhongchen carefully washed his hands and changed into clean clothes before opening the sealed booklet.

After opening it for a while, Li Wei saw that Xiang Zhongchen's lips were trembling, his goatee was upturned, and his eyes were full of tears.

Put the folder on the table, knelt on the ground with a "plop", turned towards Jinling, and shouted: "God bless Zhao! Long live my emperor!"

With Xiang Zhongchen's consent, Li Wei was able to see the secret letter.

"Dear Xiang Qing, since Xiang Qing went to Yongzhou, I have been very concerned about it. At the end of the year, Yongzhou is bitter and cold. I have a lot of food and clothing in the palace, but I am worried about whether Xiangqing can eat and wear warm? As for Xiangqing's wife and children, I am worried that they have no one to take care of them, so I have sent someone to take care of them..."

The font is very immature, some words are written heavily, and some words are written lightly.

But the true feelings contained in it are every word.

Even Li Wei couldn't help but feel emotional and burst into tears.

If there is an emperor like this, why worry about the unhappiness of the Great Zhao?

Everyone in the room fell to their knees, kneeling in the direction of Jinling...

Zhao Chanzhen didn't know at this time how much energy his letter, which was so childish in vernacular, could bring.

He was irritated by his ugly handwriting, and he was studying how to write good handwriting.

It is often said that words are like people.

It stands to reason that King Yong'an was cruel and inhuman, so the font should be like this, right?But his handwriting is even more beautiful than the handwriting of Fu Kaisheng, the great scholar of the dynasty.

The little emperor originally practiced calligraphy according to Fu Kaisheng's copybook, but when he saw Zhong Cheng's handwriting, he felt itchy in his heart.

After practicing secretly for two days, Zhong Cheng discovered it.

Zhong Cheng wrote a copybook for him overnight and asked him to practice against it.

"Your Majesty likes this king's handwriting, I'm too happy for it." Zhong Cheng said with a smile.

The little emperor blushed, his eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at him, but he took the copybook and began to practice calligraphy more seriously.

Zhong Cheng was reading with a book when he heard Chen Shichun report outside.

After glancing at the little emperor who was practicing calligraphy seriously, Zhong Cheng walked outside the hall and closed the door intimately.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, some of the Taixue students who were sitting in meditation fainted. They said that even Fu Kaisheng was alarmed. The old man also followed suit. He couldn't persuade him outside the Taixue. He insisted on sitting with the students."

Fu Kaisheng?Students sit quietly?

Zhong Teng thought for a while before he remembered what was going on.

Liu Yan's house was ransacked for embezzlement, Fu Kaisheng failed to intercede, but lost face, and threatened to sue his old age and return home.

Zhong Teng didn't like this, and those students rushed to beg for mercy like their dead fathers.

In the past few days, Zhong Cheng only cared about the little emperor's affairs, how could he remember that there were these people outside the palace.

Can't help but "sneer", "If they want to sit, let them sit."

Fu Kai gave birth to an old bone, and he probably couldn't hold it in two days, so he ran home in despair.

This old man is really the minister of his big Zhao's humerus, and Zhong Teng doesn't want to spoil him.

Chen Shichun was frightened by the murderous look on his body, and said with a naive smile: "My lord, even though I said so, the city is not very safe these days. The students sit quietly, and their families also join in. The city has been walking for several nights. People are panicking, and they all say that His Majesty...offended the saint."

"Playing this trick again. If His Majesty wants to kill Fu Kaisheng, will God strike the palace with lightning as a demonstration, huh?"

Zhong Teng couldn't hide these tricks, but the people in the city believed them. Scholars had the highest status, and Fu Kaisheng was their spiritual leader.

Now that Fu Kaisheng is suffering, God must not be used to it.

Zhong Cheng pondered for a moment, and the chess pieces he laid out were about to be activated.

By then, Fu Kaisheng would not be of much use.Who cares whether he lives or dies.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to make Chen Shichun retreat, the little emperor opened the door, poked his head out, looked at him eagerly, and said, "Uncle Emperor, let Chanzhen talk to the teacher. He is old, how can he stand up to this?" like a toss."

"Your Majesty, do you know that Fu Kaisheng intends to threaten His Majesty with this?"

"Zen really knows, but the students don't know. They treat the teacher like a father, so they are so unreasonable to the emperor and me. As long as they know that what the teacher did is wrong, they will probably leave. "

Zhao Chanzhen spoke sternly, his words were very serious.

But no matter how Chen Shichun heard it, he felt that the taste was a bit wrong...

Does Your Majesty really want to give Fu Xisheng a step down?Why does he feel that this is forcing the prime minister to die?

Zhong Teng laughed inwardly, but didn't show it on his face, he just messed up the little emperor's tied hair, and replied in a deep voice, "Okay."

The little emperor's foot injury was still unhealed, so Zhong Teng personally carried him into the soft sedan chair and went outside the palace.

Outside the Chengtian gate, some frail students couldn't stand the cold air, their eyes turned white, and they fainted to the ground.

As soon as someone fainted, the guards would come up and pull the fainted person away.Lest you really die.

Seeing the rude actions of these guards, the other students all looked sad, and what's more, they even quarreled with the guards.

"I'm pleading for the people, you rough people, can't you be lighter!"

"Tch, why are you begging for your life? I'm also a man, did I ask you to ask me? Get out!"

The guard kicked the blocking student away, and muttered, "His grandma, if it weren't for these bastards making trouble here, we brothers wouldn't have to do more work every day."

He said he was muttering, but his voice was so loud that these students could hear him.

"You... you bastard!"

"Sir..." The student sitting next to Fu Kaisheng saw him shaking his head lightly, with a look of unbearable expression.

Sigh, no longer listen to the din behind, and sit in meditation sincerely.

But it was cold and cold under his knees, and he had long since lost sight of the existence of his calves, and he felt even more uncomfortable if he didn't distract his attention.

Just when the two groups were arguing, a sharp voice sounded: "Your Majesty is here!"

The quarrel came to an abrupt end, and the Taixue students were even more excited. They all knelt down and shouted, "Long live my emperor."

"Everyone, please rise." The little emperor's voice was warm, making people feel like a spring breeze.

The guards got up, but the students still bowed their heads and lay on the ground, refusing to obey.

Zhao Chanzhen glanced at Zhong Ting, but got no response, as if he was really just a peaceful regent assisting His Majesty in governing himself.

He stabilized his mind and said to Fu Kaisheng who was sitting cross-legged in the first place: "Teacher, what are you doing again? It's such a cold day, what if you get sick from the cold?"

Fu Kaisheng glanced at him indifferently, and said in a cold tone, "Your Majesty is worried about this teacher, the guilty minister, why don't you take a look at these students? They are the pillars of the Great Zhao, but they were left in the ice and snow by your majesty, causing countless deaths and injuries!"

His tone was resentful, and as soon as he came up, he labeled Zhao Chanzhen as not paying attention to scholars.

But the little emperor was not angry, and smiled with a good temper: "The teacher said that these students are great Zhao Dongliang, but I don't think so."

"What does His Majesty mean?"

"If they are pillars, they must be talented, benevolent, righteous, polite, wise, and filial piety, but I only see stupidity in them."

"absurd!"

Fu Kaisheng trembled, but he didn't know if it was cold or angry.

The students behind him only dared to stand up in anger, and no one dared to directly reprimand the emperor like Fu Kaisheng did.

Before Fu Kaisheng could explain, the little emperor was sitting on the soft sedan chair, leaning there softly, still smiling, as bright as the young master next door.

There was no trace of the anger of being refuted by the courtiers.

He said: "It is neither benevolent nor filial to kneel on the ground and threaten me in the middle of winter. I have memorized the Four Books and Five Classics, but I can't tell right from wrong, and I have no manners or wisdom. My classmate fainted. I didn't care about it, but took advantage of it." There is no righteousness in arguing. When you see me coming, you don’t know how to accept it, that’s stupid."

"I'm not very good at reading, because my teacher taught me these words. These words are not only words, but also the code of conduct for scholars. Now you don't even have these, and you can still be regarded as a great Zhao. Is it a pillar?"

He tilted his head and asked in an ignorant manner, clearly questioning these students.

But Fu Kaisheng's face was on fire, burning hot.

My mind is full of doubts, is this still the idiot emperor?

The author has something to say:

Usually, those who play eagles will be pecked by the eagles——Zhong, who does not want to disclose his name