Nanxun Palace, wearing a straight collar, a yellow yellow robe with a pair of collars, a red belt with jade, a soapy boots, and a straight square head. He was dressed in a usual manner. The 26-year-old Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, just came down from the court before, and sat on the ground exhausted.

The eunuch Shi Zhicong stood respectfully on one side, bent down gently, and pinched his legs for Zhao Zhen.

In the second year of Mingdao, Empress Dowager Liu E died of illness and Zhao Zhen took charge of the rule. The previous year names, whether it is Tian Sheng or Mingdao, were all the sun and moon, meaning the two masters of the world.

So, at the beginning of the new year, Zhao Zhen changed the year name to "Jingyou". Jing means that the sun is rising and the light is coming. He wants the world to suddenly become clear from now on. What a positive young emperor child.

However, Zhao Zhen closed his eyes for a long time, and his mind was filled with waves of noise and noise in the Political Affairs Hall.

The two major national supervisory agencies: the Censorate and the Censorate, each of which was quarreling internally.

Please make up for the scene where a group of literary talent and big trolls flew across each other, and sitting high on the dragon throne, staring helplessly, watching these people attack each other, for a few hours, they had to sit upright and hear the emperor Zhao Zhen in the middle of the night.

Zhao Zhen used all his cultivation to work hard for the profession of emperor. This is what he has been in power and his pen in history. However, he was not happy.

"It's getting late, so long live and get off sooner." The eunuch Shi Zhicong showed a young face, looked at Zhao Zhen's face carefully, and suggested.

Zhao Zhen pressed his neck slightly with his hand, then turned his neck and shoulders, and sighed: "They sprayed my face and spitted out. You go and get water first, so let me wash it well."

As he said that, Zhao Zhen looked helplessly at a lot of memorials around him, and then took out another book of the original words, opened them with a bitter smile, and started reading them.

It was the book "A Chinese Odyssey" written by Fang Zhongyong and printed by Yue Wenshu, which was also handed over to the documentary attached to the Jiangnan West Road transshipment commission for "setting up a seal shop privately, vulgar and shallow" and other memorials that impeached Jiangnan West Road to conduct unfavorable supervision.

However, Comrade Zhao Zhen saw himself in Tang Seng, who was among them, a good person, a good person who received Confucian education since childhood, was gentle and compromised, lacked principles, but was generous and nagging.

The heaviness of sadness and relaxed fun are vividly reflected in this thin book.

What kind of person is Fang Zhongyong? Is he like Supreme Treasure?

Just as he was thinking, the eunuch next to him ran to the hall again, and said with a look of indifference: "Long live, Huang Ren, the chief censor of the Censor, Pang Ji, the attendant of the Censor, impeached Fan Feng, the envoy of the Three Sessions. The Prime Minister ordered me to send it to Long live."

Zhao Zhen suddenly felt like he wanted to relieve his sorrow after getting drunk. Without saying a word, he fainted completely.

"Come here, pass on the imperial physician, pass on the imperial physician quickly-"

The silver charcoal in the beast head charcoal basin has not yet been extinguished, but the Nanxun Palace has already been in a mess.

...

Fang Zhongyong carried fat chickens and ducks, and then cooked a large pot of fish soup. In the hot spring cave, there was a sensational pile of firewood.

Wangcai was at his feet, and he was helplessly walking around, while Xuelang lay on one side, restless.

Wangcai took a fat chicken and arched it to Xuelang's body with his mouth, but Xuelang seemed to have no desire to eat it at all.

Fang Zhongyong comforted Wangcai and Xuelang, and stared at the firewood, waiting anxiously.

The cave entrance on the south that was blown up once was still full of magical realism, with wolf teeth and thorn processes.

At this time, the wolves were already standing outside the caves on both sides, protecting the snow wolf that was about to be born in the cave...

Before the rising sun could rise, the "Ah Woo" and "Ah Woo" that cut through the sky was loud and heroic.

Fang Zhongyong took the last little wolf cub and happily placed it in front of Xuelang. Xuelang licked her children one by one tiredly.

Wangcai jumped and licked the snow wolf and the three little wolf cubs, while surrounding the hot spring cave, "Ah woo-ah woo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-" kept shouting.

The wolves outside heard Wangcai's cheerful cry and also "ah--" together, with a wave of joy rising from waves.

Fang Zhongyong touched Wangcai's head, got up, took the pottery jar, took the fish soup, and placed it in front of Xuelang. Xuelang hula, and drank it all in one go.

"Wangcai, congratulations, you are a father--" Fang Zhongyong looked at Wangcai, turned to look at Xuelang, poured a bowl of fish soup for her, and said kindly: "Thank you for the hard work of Xuelang girl, drink more, good milk--"

The newly born little wolf cubs, before their eyes were opened, were arching around the snow wolf's chest, so cute. The snow wolf kept licking them lovingly, while Wangcai was lying beside the snow wolf, licking the snow wolf.

This warm scene gave Fang Zhongyong a feeling of comfort and pity for the elderly who were lonely and widowed in the face of their happy and fulfilling children and grandchildren.

So, in the next month, the greatest thing Fang Zhongyong did was to serve his daughter-in-law, Xuelang, during confinement. Alas, Fang Zhongyong, who is both a father and a mother, is not easy.

...

When the spring breeze was green again on the south bank of the river, Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin had already set foot on the Lushan Academy, the largest academy in Jiangning West Road, for a six-month listening period, preparing to participate in the autumn provincial examination that year.

"The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the scenery is old. The sun rises and the river is redder than the fire, and the spring comes and the river is green as blue. How can I not remember the south of the Yangtze River?" The spring breeze in March swept across my cheeks, like a naughty child's little hand tucked over, Bai Juyi's song was slowly twisted and picked by the pipa girls, and slowly pulled the long tune in the grievances of the folk art.

The annual welcome party of the academy is indispensable for lyrics and music entertainment.

But this incident, Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin have even bigger tasks.

After a group of female pipa players finished singing "Good Jiangnan", it was time for Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin to appear on the show.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin and gestured, are you ready?

Chai Lin, in his usual playing spirit with Fang Zhongyong, made an OK posture.

Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin bowed to the gentlemen, seniors and classmates in the academy. Fang Zhongyong's standard poster posture in the future generations and bowed forward and said, "Today, Chai Lin and I will tell you a book, hoping that it will make you smile happily and live a better life from now on. The name of this book is "The Prodigal Son""

When the students heard this, they were happy. Everyone had a shy smile on their faces, or a bright and silly smile. There were only a few old scholars, with a confused look on their faces, and they felt strange when they didn't understand books in the world.

Fang Zhongyong: Today is a good day.

Chai Lin: Yes.

Fang Zhongyong: School starts very early, and the flowers are in the morning.

Chai Lin: Not bad.

Fang Zhongyong: It can be said that it is boundless spring scenery, with a peaceful and clear river.

Chai Lin: Yes.

Fang Zhongyong: Every year is different, every year is heavy. Only great heroes can subdue the tiger, but they are true heroes who descend to the dragon. The flowers are in February, the spring is fragrant, the moon is full, the flowers are good, and life is abundant.

Chai Lin: OK, a good word.

Fang Zhongyong: Come on, let Mr. Chai say a few words too.

Chai Lin: OK. I wish you...

Fang Zhongyong: Which hospital will you stay in later?

Chai Lin: What does it mean to live in which courtyard?

Fang Zhongyong: Look at this person who is ignorant of being funny. Yihong Courtyard or Lichun Courtyard, be honest and lenient, resist - also lenient. I’m kidding with you.

Chai Lin: It’s just a joke.

Fang Zhongyong: You should speak generously on this occasion.

Chai Lin: What should I say?

Fang Zhongyong: I will teach you.

Chai Lin: Brother, please tell me.

Fang Zhongyong: I hope the country is prosperous and the people are safe, the grains are abundant, the greatness of life will die under the flowers...

There was a lot of laughter here.

Chai Lin: Wait for a while, what does it mean to die under the flowers?

Fang Zhongyong: It’s happiness.

Chai Lin: What is happiness? Please tell me, brother...

Fang Zhongyong: Fortunately, good luck will avoid bad luck; blessings will lead to wealth and longevity.

Chai Lin: Do you think this is true if you explain it?

As he said that, Chai Lin looked at the gentlemen sitting at the table. Some of the old peddlers nodded and some shook their heads, but they were all nodding and smiling.

Fang Zhongyong: Simply put, it means that people’s desires are satisfied, which is called happiness.

Chai Lin: Oh. Then are you satisfied?

Fang Zhongyong: I am on the road to satisfaction and no return.

Chai Lin: Ah? You can't come back?

Fang Zhongyong: Just work hard.

Chai Lin: Ah.

Fang Zhongyong: I am a strong person.

Chai Lin: You can see it.

Fang Zhongyong: Actually, I have done everything over the years, and I have done business~~~

Chai Lin: What kind of business do you do?

Fang Zhongyong: The biggest deal is to make coal.

Chai Lin: This is not small anymore.

Fang Zhongyong: Well. From Tokyo Bianliang City, thousands of miles away, he made silver wire coal and transported it to Shuzhou.

Chai Lin: What a good guy, you have to pay for it.

Fang Zhongyong: When I got there, I wondered why it was cheaper than me?

Chai Lin: Just say yes.

Fang Zhongyong: I only realized that this is the place of origin.
To be continued...