On the 28th day of the 12th lunar month, steamed buns on steamed buns on the 29th.

The twelfth lunar month this year is the big month, and the thirty is New Year's Eve, and the twentieth is the little New Year's Eve.

This day is the last day of the New Year and the busiest day before New Year's Eve. You have to visit the grave to invite tribute from ancestors, worship all kinds of gods, and welcome relatives and friends to visit you.

Bang bang, from time to time, firecrackers came out from outside. I don’t know whose naughty child was. He held scattered firecrackers in groups, regardless of where they were, and lit them on the ground and ran away.

In response, the guards outside the imperial city just smiled faintly, neither driving away nor stopping them.

It’s the New Year, and everyone celebrates together. What’s the big deal about setting off firecrackers at the base of the emperor’s house?

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The sound of firecrackers outside caused Liu Jin in Yong'an Palace to scratch his head.

He couldn't even get a little interested in the sumptuous breakfast table. At this time, he thought about finding a place where no adults could watch, and put it on with his uncles.

"I know you want to play, so I'll go after dinner!" The old man glanced at his precious great-grandson and clicked on the table, "Come on, eat this oil-burning cypress!"

"Old ancestor, why do you want to eat this?" Liujin soaked oil-burned cypress in a bowl of porridge and pressed it with a spoon.

"There are all allusions!" The old man was full and stroked his beard and said, "Grandpa Yue, do you know?"

Liu Jin nodded quickly, "Of course my grandson knows that King Yue!" As he said that, he grinned and smiled, "Where is the great hero!"

"Then do you know how Prince Yue died?"

"Qin Hui killed him!" Liu Jin said loudly.

"This oil-burning cypress is to fried Qin Hui. He killed Grandpa Yue and the people hated him, so they pinched the noodles into Qin Hui and threw them into the oil pan to fry!" The old man continued, "The day he killed Grandpa Yue was exactly the 29th day of the 12th lunar month. So from then on, the Han people will eat oil-burning cypress!"

"Oh!!" Liu Jin nodded in a vague sense of understanding, and suddenly blinked and asked, "Old Ancestor, why did Qin Hui kill Grandpa Yue? Does he not know that Grandpa Yue is a hero?"

"This..." The old man was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Liujin continued to ponder and asked, "Qin Hui is a minister, Grandpa Yue is a treacherous minister. Are there emperors of the Song Dynasty above them? Since Qin Hui is a treacherous minister, he wants to kill loyal ministers, why doesn't the emperor stop him?"

"This..." The old man was stopped and thought for a long time before he spoke, "There are a lot of things here, and I can't explain them clearly for a while!"

"How come you can't explain it clearly? The bachelor of teaching said that Wang Fa and Tianli are there, and there is nothing in the world that cannot be explained clearly..."

"Okay, okay!" the old man waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and set off firecrackers!" He shouted to the outside world, "Park Bushen, bring a few more people to follow, don't break up our good grandson!"

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"I also eat this oil-burning cypress today!"

In the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yunxiu put down the tableware in his hand, ate the last bite of oil and scorched cypress. After drinking tea, he smiled and said to the ministers in front of him, "It is only effective if you have something to like the superiors. If you have ideas above, the people below will like it. Take Qin Hui as an example, just share the worries of the king. However, the people were hated by the people for hundreds of years. However, the emperor, who would rather be in peace in the corner than avenge the family and country, was scolded by many people!"

The Chinese New Year is almost over, and the emperor is in a good mood and tells jokes casually. The ministers in the warm-up hall also smile.

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"Song was destroyed by the two emperors Hui and Qin, and also caused by happiness and unwillingness to make progress!" Xin Yande said, "and even more, caused by the struggle between the new and old party members!"

As he said that, he met Zhu Yunxiu's gaze, "The internal struggle among the party members made the state's government orders unsmooth and the people's hearts were scattered. When Emperor Gaozong was in peace with the south of the Yangtze River, if he wanted to protect his foundation, he would face the first thing he had to face, the new and old parties' criticism of each other. The old reformers and the Northern Expeditionists continued to fight. When the Jin soldiers were in a hurry, they could still be united. After the Jin soldiers were in power, they became solid again. To put it bluntly, I would say that they were the Zhongping lord like Emperor Gaozong, even if Emperor Taizu of Song was born again, there was no way!"
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