The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

He Yudiao was imprisoned at the end of June, and it was close to August when the conquest of the rioters was over. After dealing with trivial post-war affairs, it was early September when the whole army returned to Dadu.

King Jin's army was once again stationed outside the city and refused to enter the capital. Although it was an old method, it had to be admitted that it worked extremely well.

No matter how annoyed Emperor Jiayou was, the army he could mobilize was only less than [-] palace guards, which was completely incomparable with King Jin.One hundred times he didn't want to, but when things happened, Emperor Jiayou still had to send someone to ask King Jin what kind of "little proposal" he had this time.

Unlike the last time when he was appointed as an official and rewarded land, Han Jing only had one request this time——Wan Zixiao, the head of the Ministry of Punishment, was transferred to the head of the Department of Rites, Rites and Cleaning Officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Emperor Jiayou made mental preparations for two days, but in the end, what he was waiting for was a simple transfer order, and it was transferred from the Ministry of Punishment, which held the power of life and death, to the Department of Rites, Rites and Cleaning Officials of the Ministry of Etiquette.

"What kind of tricks does Han Jing want to play?" For a moment, he was a little uncertain about Han Jing's thoughts. Emperor Jiayou was in a state of panic, fiddling with the whisk in his hand, and turned to ask Guo Zigan who was meditating.

The corners of his mouth, which had been stretched into a line all year round, curved upwards stiffly, and Guo Ziqian said mysteriously: "This is the end, how can Jin Wang Qiansui protect him well?"

"What do you mean?" Emperor Jiayou frowned and asked in confusion, "Who is fully protected?"

Guo Ziqian acted as if he had never heard of Emperor Jiayou's question, he took a deep breath, straightened his back, drooped the corners of his mouth, stiff as if entering the country.

When Emperor Jiayou's imperial decree was handed down to the Ministry of Rites, everyone from the Minister of Rites, Cao He, to the Secretary of the Ninth Rank was at a loss.

After the Luo Chengxue tragedy, the hot and popular Master Anhui was first assassinated and left Ganzhou, and then left the powerful Ministry of Punishment and changed to the Ministry of Rites to be the head of the Department of Rites and Cleaning Officials.If it was said that Han Jing intentionally alienated him, how could he explain the dozens of peach trees that had been moved from Ganzhou to Jinwang Mansion all the way.

Hastily agreed, Cao He took off his official robe and rushed to Cao's mansion before the price was paid.

Rare ancient calligraphy is hung on the four walls, ancient books and documents are displayed on the tall mahogany bookcases, and the four treasures of the study are lined up on the pear blossom and yellow wood desks.But Cao He still felt that he was more willing to believe that this was a high-end dining hall than the study.The sweet aroma of dim sum mixed with various flavors of steaming, frying, and frying makes people feel uncomfortable. The shiny tabletop seems to be able to shovel two catties of putty.

Cao Guogong was stuffing most of the snacks in his mouth, and he looked up at the visitor displeased, his jaw moved, and the dregs of the puff pastry fell all over his body.

"Uncle, my nephew doesn't understand why the King of Jin insists on transferring Wan Zixiao to my Ministry of Rites?" Cao He frowned, sweat stains printed on his thin coat: "Although the head of the Department of Rites and Cleaning Officials is higher than the head of the Ministry of Punishment First level, but after all, he is only a sixth-rank official, besides, the Yizhi Cleaning Department has no real power at all..."

Cao Guogong held the dim sum in his hand, and shook the scum sticking to his mustache, which was very funny: "He'er, what kind of person do you think Han Jing is?"

Cao He thought for a moment: "Prince Jin? He... has a deep mind and is good at strategizing..."

"Tsk tsk... Are there few smart people in the world? Look at the old fritters like Zheng Yi and Zhang Huaiyu in the court, which one is not a human being?!" Cao Guogong glared at him with hatred, but his tone was not like that of others It's bad, but some elders put on an attitude: "I taught you to judge people by their roots! Han Jing! Don't look at the superficially glamorous dog, but in his bones, he is a food-protecting dog. As long as he likes it, whoever dares to move will do it." Bite who!"

"What about Wan Zixiao?" Cao He blurted out and asked.

"Him?" Cao Guogong put the rest of the snacks into his mouth, closed his eyes and clicked his lips in enjoyment, flapped his coat, and smiled meaningfully: "He'er, there is nothing more sad than heart death. Keep a card for yourself."

Although my uncle looked clumsy and ridiculous, his thoughts were more meticulous and difficult to fathom than anyone else. Cao He asked cautiously, "Uncle, you still haven't told your nephew what King Jin's intention is?"

Cao Guogong sighed helplessly: "Stupid! Han Jing wants Wan Zixiao to get away... He thinks that by doing this, the secret will always remain a secret? How naive..."

What he heard was unclear, but if he asked again, he would inevitably be blamed. At least the doubts in his heart were resolved, and Cao He nodded speciously.

Cao He and Han Jing are both Cao Guogong's nephews, but their closeness is very different. One is as close as father and son, and the other is calculating each other.

More than 30 years ago, the Cao family did not have Duke Cao who had the power to overwhelm the world, a general who was like an idiot, and concubine Cao Duan who spoiled the harem.At that time, in the impoverished village, there were only fat scholars who were depressed and grew flesh even after drinking cold water, Azheng who was idle all day long, gambling and fighting cockfights, little sister Cao who was timid and coquettish, and Miss Cao, the eldest sister who made needlework to support the whole family. .

Ms. Cao was born as a sign and she is a well-known skillful girl who is a good needleworker. However, the conditions of her family are so poor that many good people are discouraged.In a blink of an eye, it was the year of the imperial examination again, and the fat scholar who had lost his reputation several times in a row miraculously passed the exam, but the Cao family's poor family could no longer provide any extra silver for him to go to Beijing to participate in the next year's Spring Festival.

Life is hard in the ghostly places in the backcountry. Ms. Cao took the scholar's article and started to borrow money everywhere. The usually lovable Ms. Cao suddenly turned into a plague god, and the neighbors hid away when they saw her.

Unable to see the stubborn eldest sister humiliating to others, the fat scholar threw away all the books in a rage, picked up the hoe, weeded and turned the ground in a decent manner, and threatened not to read anything anymore, so he just waited for the government to arrange a idle job at home. At worst, being a farmer working hard is better than watching my sister suffer.

The eldest sister of the Cao family, who was still borrowing money from the neighboring village, heard the rumors and ran all the way back to her field, grabbed the hoe in the scholar's hand, slapped her face when the wheel was round, and hugged a pair of blood-bubbled hands when she was tired. Crying and saying that he has collected enough money.

From the remote countryside to the metropolis of the capital, it took nearly three months on the road alone. When leaving home, Ms. Cao's newly made cloth shoes could not cover her toes when she stepped on the green bricks of the capital.

Those who participated in Chunwei were either handsome talents, scholarly families, or at worst, talented people from the countryside. If they couldn't afford silk and satin, could they lack the necessary outfits?Xiongtai Xiandi called him just to elevate himself, so no one would notice such a down-and-out beggar and a dead fat man from the mountains.Not teasing is kindness, what about making friends?

The list of "living up to expectations" was unknown, but Cao Yuzhang did not go back in despair.It's not that he doesn't want to leave, it's that he really doesn't want to go back.Since he couldn't leave, he simply stayed in Dadu, making a living while preparing for Chunwei three years later.

He has a strong local accent, a clumsy figure, and a big appetite. Not to mention a teacher, he can't even be a handyman in a small restaurant.For three whole years, the bullying and insults developed from being ashamed and indignant at the beginning to becoming a habit, but more than 1000 days of hunger did not reduce the fat in his body much, but instead caused him to never have enough to eat in the future.

When the fat scholar gains fame, he returns to the small village, where there is no gentle and friendly eldest sister, and the weed-covered grave broke his day and night worries.The beautiful and weak little girl was squatting by the river to wash clothes for others, the unsatisfied third child was lying on the wooden bed with only a handful of bones left, and there was a black and thin child lying on the crack of the door with a frightened face looking at myself.

Later, the Cao family left the impoverished village where they used to live with a handful of ashes in a simple ox cart, and the long mountain road led to an unknown distance.

Later, the fat scholar became the court’s new star, Mr. Cao, and Cao Xiaomei was carried into the deep palace step by step with her high bun. Uncle's attitude.

Later, there was no more Miss Cao in the world, only Concubine Cao Duan, who was loved by thousands of people, Master Cao, who was shy and smirking, was revered as Cao Guogong, and even the former rascal Ah Zheng turned himself into General Cao .

Every spring, Cao He would accompany Cao Guogong to the Xinglin outside the capital.Under the tallest apricot tree was buried his biological mother, the eldest sister of the Cao family. The branches were crowded with white flowers, and the petals blown by the wind were sleeping softly at his feet, without making any noise.Only at this time will the insidious and old-fashioned fat man show a rare sorrow, talking about Cao He, his rogue biological father who drinks and gambles, and only beats his wife when he loses money, his gentle and forbearing biological mother and the last thing he loved when he was alive. Almond blossoms of love.

Xinghua Xinghua, how lucky is it?