The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

In the mid-winter of the 22nd year of Xuanzheng, the Empress Dowager Guan Su passed away, and the whole country mourned for a while.

Accustomed to being a puppet, Emperor Xuanzheng thought that he had long been used to following the planned path, with a strict eye for every move, but on such an ordinary morning, the Empress Dowager Guan Su left without warning, and suddenly Xuanzheng There is no informant behind the emperor!It was the first time that Emperor Xuanzheng truly experienced what it was like to be an emperor when the ministers of kings and grandchildren who came to ask for instructions knelt all over the imperial study.After the shock, there is an unstoppable joy. No grandmother or family relationship can resist the temptation of power!

Since the death of Empress Dowager Guan Su, Emperor Xuanzheng has been less attentive to court affairs every day. At first, he still refused to go to court early because he was sick. Later, even the capital and the cabinet were hard to find. Cao Yuzhang went to deal with it, and occasionally one or two hand orders came out, but it was nothing more than taxation and corvee.It would be wrong to say that Emperor Xuanzheng did nothing during the few years when he was in power alone. After all, the quality and quantity of altars in Taoist temples across the country have indeed reached unprecedented levels.

Emperor Xuanzheng was still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Dream of "Yongle Weiyang", but the people all over the world were tossed and tossed by heavy taxes and corvee to the last breath.

The eighth day of August in the 25th year of Xuanzheng.

In the hot morning, the sky is always bright early, but today's sky is always gray.

"Master Sun is raining outside." An servant of Wan Mansion handed over a coat: "You should go back to your room and wait for the master!"

Wan Zixiao glanced at the closed door and shook her head: "It's already past the time to give lectures in the palace, but grandfather hasn't come out of the study yet! I..."

Wan Zixiao hadn't finished speaking when she heard a "squeak" as the door of the study was opened.The servant waiting outside the door was about to ask the master if he wanted breakfast, when he looked up he couldn't help exclaiming: "Master, what are you going to do?"

Wearing a black jade hair crown, tied a white cloth strip on the forehead, wearing a sackcloth, and tied with black silk around the waist, Wan Zixiao's mourning clothes really scared Wan Zixiao.

Wan Zixiao collected himself, and whispered: "Grandfather, aren't you going to give a lecture today?"

"Lecture?" Wan Jin's face could not see any composure that should have been in the past, and she smiled desolately, "I'm going to give lectures to that 'Taoist Emperor'!"

Wan Jin didn't say much anymore, and didn't bother to open an umbrella, and hurried out of Wan Mansion with a green bronze token in hand.Wan Zixiao, who has always been keen, felt strongly uneasy, and the low-hanging sky seemed to crush the Wan family at any moment.

Wan Zixiao knelt in front of the fourth prince's desk for nearly two hours, and the court ladies and eunuchs who came and went calmly seemed to have gotten used to such a scene.Han Jing put aside the ancient books he had been reading all morning, and re-examined the person in front of him with his dark eyes.The slightly messy bun, the innocent face, the slightly trembling body, it doesn't look like...it really doesn't look like him.

In my memory, Wan Zixiao was a bit arrogant, a bit contemptuous of others, even when facing the prince, one could feel the stubbornness beneath the humble surface.Especially Qi Yuanshan, the prince's attendant, this talented man from a beautiful family, and the object of their brothers' scramble to win him over, is even more dismissive, even seems excessive and artificial, more like a contempt than a heartfelt contempt What are you deliberately comparing.Han Jing had to admit again that he really didn't like his servant very much...

Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help curling his lips: "Come to intercede for your grandfather?"

Wan Zixiao bowed his head: "I only want to protect my grandfather's life, and the whole family of the Wan family is safe, and I dare not be greedy for others. My grandfather has worked hard for the country for many years, and even if his words are extreme, it is because of his sincerity to the emperor. Besides, grandfather He used to be the teacher of His Highness the Fourth Highness, and Zi Xiao has put his heart into serving His Highness these years, so I beg His Highness to read some of his past affection. Zi Xiao may not see His Highness in the future, and I hope His Highness take care of yourself."

From Wan Jin being thrown into the prison to today, Wan Zixiao has knelt here for three consecutive days, and the fourth prince didn't ask him until today.Begging the fourth prince is only holding a glimmer of hope. Although the emperor admires this son very much, he is only 15 years old after all, and no one can guarantee the weight of what he says.But besides the fourth prince, who else could he look for?

Han Jing was silent for a long time, and nodded: "Okay, I'll talk to Father, you just wait here." After saying that, he stood up, waited for the palace people to clean up, then turned around and prepared to leave, and when he reached Wanzi Only then did Xiao ordered: "Young Master Wan has been kneeling for a long time, why don't you quickly help him up!"

After leaving Hanqing Palace, Han Jing walked straight to Zhenghe Hall.

Until it was time to light the lamp, Han Jing came back slowly, and as soon as he entered the study, he saw Wan Zixiao still kneeling on the spot. Perhaps he heard familiar footsteps, and the man who was already kneeling stiffly moved his numb knee.

"Father Emperor promised to spare the lives of your family, Master Wan will not have to worry about his life for the time being." A boy's voice sounded above his head, "Master Zhang is the new teacher, you should rest early, don't be late tomorrow It's good."

Wan Zixiao was still kneeling on the ground, staring at the pair of black boots with gold patterns, and took a long time to raise her head.The person in front of me is more handsome than when I first met him, with a pair of long and narrow eyes, a tall nose bridge, and light-colored thin lips. Suddenly, he thought of the rumor about the birth of the fourth prince. For a moment, Wan Zixiao felt that the fourth prince said Maybe it is really some fairy's cedar, and it is so unattainable.

Han Jing reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him up. His stiff body obviously didn't adapt to the sudden movement, and he threw himself into Han Jing's arms unsteadily.

Han Jing smiled and reproached: "Didn't I tell you to get up? Why did you kneel until I came back. Or did you...do it on purpose...to thank me like this." When he said the last sentence, the wicked fourth prince almost Sticking to his ear, Wan Zixiao blushed at that moment, lowered her head to thank Wan En, rubbed her sore and numb legs, and fled away.

Watching Wan Zixiao's thin figure disappear into the darkness, Han Jing hooked the corners of his mouth, and there was a sternness in his dark eyes that did not match his age.

"Father, I think it might be inappropriate to execute Wan Jin directly. After all, Wan Jin is a great Confucianist in the dynasty, and he is the teacher of my ministers. If she disposes of it improperly, the survivors may criticize her."

"According to Erchen's opinion, it would be better to let Wan Jin die in prison. In this case, it can only be said that he is old and physically weak, and has nothing to do with the emperor."

"The Wan clan only needs to serve as official slaves after Wan Jin's death."

"Jing'er, you really do everything well. It's just that Wan Zixiao is a bit disturbed to stay."

"In my opinion, it's better not to kill Wan Zixiao, it's better to keep him as the servant of the Fourth Highness."

"My son also has the same intention! This is just to shut up those chattering ministers. The so-called 'No. [-] Confucianism' title is not something that our royal family rewards and takes away."

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the chaotic voices in his head, and the person on the bed suddenly felt uneasy.Wan Zixiao blushed, always dangling in front of her eyes with a shy and embarrassed look, Han Jing turned over and forced himself to fall asleep, but when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the same person.

He stood silently behind the desk, or reciting books or studying ink, with a serious face, but his eyes fell on his desk, cuffs, or even the front of his lapel from time to time. When he turned around and was caught in front of him, he staggered his eyes , pretending to be casual.With such poor acting skills, he couldn't hide his reddened ears, nor could he hide his obsessive and focused eyes.

"Wan Zixiao, you like me." He really couldn't sleep, Han Jing opened his eyes, lay on his back and sneered, "It's a pity! I don't like you! You can't blame anyone else for the Wan family's affairs. If you want to blame, you can blame yourself. Let you go to provoke him?"

Turning over, he picked up a robe and put it on his body, held up the lamp, took out a painting from the hidden compartment on the bed, and opened it carefully.On the painting is a young man in Tsing Yi, with extremely exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, which is a breathtaking beauty. Heroic.Han Jing gently stroked the beauty on the painting with his fingertips, and murmured: "Xiaoshan, this time I have vented my anger on your behalf, and Wan Zixiao will never be able to rely on that old man Wanjin again in this life to treat you Smug."