"There was a woman who had two older brothers, both of whom were studying, and the woman had been working since she was a child......"
Hu Hu is telling a story, and Fang Xing is listening to a story.
The storyteller is serious, and the listener is serious.
After the death of her parents, the woman still worked to support her two brothers, and at the age of eighteen she looked like an old woman.
The two brothers were overjoyed, and the woman was overjoyed, but the next year she was promised by her brother to the woodcutter......"
Hu Hu looked at Fang Xing and said, "Xinghebo, what should happen to this kind of thing?"
” Fang Xing asked curiously, "Are you one of those two brothers?"
” Hu Hu shook his head and said, "No." ” "That's a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, and it's not a pity to kill it."
"Love and righteousness can't stand the test the most."
Fang Xing didn't like Hu Hu's vague way, and he didn't like his vague expression, but he compared himself to that woman, which can be regarded as confiding in his heart.
Hu Hu said confusedly: "In those years, I have been running outside, running everywhere, ...... in the mountains and on the water."
"Master Hu, dare to ask where that one is now?"
Fang Xing was more interested in that person than any other auxiliary political scholar, and if possible, he even wanted to meet him and ask him how he had played a good hand like this back then.
Hu Hu stroked his beard and said: "That one is not bad, and now he is in his old age." ” Fang Xing said: "If that person is still in his fifties, and there is no threat, is he a monk in Wudang Mountain?"
” Hu Huo looked at Fang Xing in amazement and said, "Didn't Xinghe Bomo think that Emperor Wen was overhauling Wudang Mountain for that one?"
” "Isn't it?"
Fang Xing said: "No matter how sloppy Zhang is, he can't control the worldly regime, Jing Nan used the real martial god to boost morale, and at most repairing a few Taoist halls was enough to pay for his work, but at that time, he regarded Wudang Mountain as the imperial city of Beiping to repair, and how much manpower and material resources were spent!"
” Hu Hu shook his head and said, "Xinghebo, that's Zhang Shenxian." ” Fang Xing sneered: "Even if he is an immortal, he can't bring the slightest benefit to Daming, whether it is Buddha or Tao, their immortals have never blessed the general public, so ......
That's it, which year Fang went to Wudang Mountain to take a look, otherwise those questions would be uncomfortable. ” Hu Hui said unhappily: "Xinghebo, don't blaspheme the gods." ” Fang Xing said: "I have ever met the most devout believer, I hate to give all my wealth to the gods, but she has a miserable life......
Do you know what the monks say?
” Hu Huo shook his head, and Fang Xing said: "Those people say that the suffering in this life is to cultivate the next life, and her family will be able to enjoy happiness in the next life, and the wealth is boundless. ” Hu Hu said: "If you did evil in your previous life, you will repay it in this life."
Suffering in this life, there will be retribution in the next life, that's right. ” Fang woke up and said, "Don't speculate, send off!"
” Until he left Fang's house, Hu Hu didn't know why he had a relationship with Fang Xing.
After returning to the Ministry of Rites, Hu Hui realized that he had been fooled by Fang Xing.
That person didn't want to be close to him, let alone interfere in the decision-making of the Auxiliary Political Science Bachelor.
"It's ridiculous that the official is a little greedy."
Hu Hu was very open-minded and took this as a joke.
But Yan Dajian was very serious.
Yang Shiqi had already taken leave at home, and seeing that he was about to go to the threshold of the Zhishi Concert, Yan Dajian was nervous as if he was in the palace examination that year.
As long as Hu Hu flies to the political hall, then eight or nine out of ten of the books of the Ministry of Rites, no, ten out of ten are in his Yan Dajian's bag.
Shang Shu!
This is the pinnacle of Renchen, and the next step is the Auxiliary Political Bachelor, that is, Zaifu.
Yan Dajian suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said calmly outside the door: "My lord, please see you." ” "Come in."
After entering the inside, Yan Dajian saw Hu Hu writing, his demeanor was calm, and he couldn't help but praise: "Adults' hearts are like Ming kings, and they are really difficult for ordinary people to reach." ” Hu Hu continued to write, and said lightly: "Most of the official's compassion is given to his family, and he is just a gangster. ” The two said a few words like a secret whisper, and Yan Dajian said the right thing.
"My lord, Yang Shiqi's recital has entered the palace."
Hu Hu raised his head and said, "Calm down!"
What are you panicking about?
” He lowered his head and continued to write.
"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.
Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.
The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.
There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. ” "Good word!"
Yan Dajian praised.
Hu Hu put down his pen and asked, "Dajian also likes Mr.
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Jingjie's poetry?"
” Yan Dajian nodded and said: "When I was studying, I felt that Mr.
Jingjie's poetry was a little depressed, and only after I had difficulties in my career did I know how to taste Mr.
Jingjie's poetry." ” "The clouds have no intention to go out, and the birds are tired of flying and know that they are still ......"
Yan Dajian chanted softly, and then looked at Hu Hu, and a wave of hesitation filled his chest. …… Zhu Zhanji glanced at the recital and said: "Bachelor Yang has worked hard for many years and has made great contributions to the country.
Yang Ji is Yang Ji, which reassures him. ” After Yang Shiqi got this, he immediately went to the second chapter, only saying that the godson had no way to stand on top of the court.
"I can't live without Master Yang for a day."
The emperor rejected his Zhishi for the second time and gave the highest praise.
The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were watching the monarchs and ministers go through the procedures.
As far as Zhu Zhanji is concerned, he definitely does not want Yang Shiqi to step down.
But there was no turning back, and he could only show his intransigence as a way to increase the prestige of the king.
When the third piece entered the palace, the pieces of Yang Rong and others also entered the palace simultaneously.
It's no more than three.
And Yang Rong and others' plea is more like going through the motions.
"Thousands of treasure money."
The emperor's tone was very cold, as if he wanted to use money to settle the relationship between the monarch and the minister.
Yang Rong hoped to use Zhishi to save Yang Ji's life, but the emperor let him down.
The treasure money rewarded by the emperor was still in his hand, and news came from outside.
"Your Majesty sent the ...... of Dongchang" Yang Shiqi was desperate.
If it was Jinyiwei who went, then Yang Ji would probably be able to save his life.
East Factory ......
"Yang Ji's sin is unforgivable, Your Majesty means staggered."
An Lun's mood seems to be very good, smiling.
"Yang Shiqi Zhishi is best to go back to Taihe, and after catching Yang Ji, he should stagger the way back to his hometown with Yang Shiqi."
Chen Shi said: "Father-in-law, it is better to solve Yang Ji on the road, and say that he died of illness halfway, so that the monarch and the ministers will be safe." ” An Lun shook his head and said: "Yang Ji is the son of a heavy minister, Your Majesty wants to use his head to warn those dignitaries and nobles not to touch the law, otherwise they will be killed." ” After returning to his room, the smile on An Lun's face disappeared.
"Hu Hu wants to take the position, who is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites?"
When the eunuch who delivered the money came out of Yang Shiqi's house, the atmosphere in the capital was tense.
And Jin Youzi is already sick and can't get up at the moment.
"It's going to be lively out there."
Jin Youzi's breath was phlegm, and his face was slightly red.
"Father, it's only right that you take care of your body now, and don't worry about the others."
The eldest son, Jin Zhaobo, served the decoction at home and was very filial.
The other sons were at home, taking turns at the bedside.
Jin Youzi breathed hard and said, "Originally, it was okay to just go for my father, but Yang Shiqi also came down, two positions, that is, fat, so ......"
He looked at the rooftop and gasped, "Let's play the chapter." ” "Father!"
Jin Zhaobo said in surprise: "Father, you can still get better from this disease." ” Jin Youzi moved his body with difficulty and said, "Go get a pen and paper." ”