"During the Song Dynasty, scholars were very good at cultivating qi, right?" Han Du couldn't help but sigh, "Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations. Mr. Hengqu's
The four sentences can be said to be the leader in Qi-nourishing Kung Fu and will shine through the ages. But even so, it could not stop the corruption of officials in the Song Dynasty."
"Therefore, I think Qi-nurturing Kung Fu is good if you can cultivate your body and nature. But connecting it with governing the country is putting the cart before the horse and being top-heavy."
Fang Xiaoru was left speechless by Han Du. He wanted to refute Han Du, but he didn't know how to quote the scriptures. On the contrary, as time passed, he felt that what Han Du said was right.
"You look down on Qi-nurturing Kung Fu, but I don't care how you govern." Fang Xiaoru couldn't refute Han Du's words, so he had to find another way to counterattack from another angle.
"I've been here in Henan for so many days, and I haven't seen how you manage politics. Instead, I've seen you taking a lot of leisure time. On the contrary, Mr. Gu, who has been busy from morning to night, has never seen a moment to rest. I went downstairs.
When I went to see it, officials from various prefectures and counties were instructing the people to repair the roads, and some even went out to help in person." ??
Hearing Fang Xiaoru accuse him of being lazy, Han Du squirmed on the recliner and changed his position slightly to make himself more comfortable.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru's face was about to burst out with anger, Han Du couldn't help but smile and said: "There are specialties in the art, and I am making the greatest contribution to the people of Henan by staying still here. Do you still want me to build the road myself?"
In terms of strength, I am not as good as the weakest civilian husband. In terms of skills, I am not as good as the smallest apprentice. If I go to build the road myself, it will not do any good except causing trouble to the local area."
"Just be lazy, and you still have so many excuses." Fang Xiaoru pouted. He didn't really want Han Du to build the road himself, he was just complaining.
Han Du laughed and said, "Look, what you said is too narrow-minded and prejudiced. What is laziness? This is enjoying life."
Fang Xiaoru was too lazy to talk nonsense with Han Du anymore. After pondering for a moment, he asked: "What are you going to do? Are you going to let the people build roads and then hang their lives on food?"
"Otherwise? It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. What can you do?" Han Du spread his hands.
The less conditions there are, the more and bigger the constraints will be. Han Du actually has an idea in mind, and wants to take this opportunity to build all the roads in Henan into cement roads.
But this is obviously unrealistic. Now we don’t dare to let the people consume too much every day. They just stretch their muscles and bones. There is no way. When there is insufficient food, if you desperately force the people to do heavy physical work, it will be tiring.
dead person's.
Fang Xiaoru paused when he heard this and didn't speak for a long time. Obviously, he didn't have any good ideas. Maybe at this time, he had a little understanding of Han Du doing nothing all day long.
In Fengtian Hall, Lao Zhu was reviewing memorials as usual, but his heart was not as calm as usual.
There are less than five days left before the one-month period. As the food in the palace dwindles little by little, the anxiety in Lao Zhu's heart also accumulates little by little.
In my excitement, I obviously had a memorial in my hand, but I couldn't read it.
With a long sigh, Lao Zhu threw down the memorial, walked outside the hall, and looked far south towards the south, speechless for a long time.
The old eunuch came over with a bowl of hot porridge and said softly: "Your Majesty, please finish the porridge."
>
Lao Zhu also felt that his stomach was empty, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it, but suddenly he thought of the few grains in the palace. He sighed, waved his hand towards the old eunuch, and said: "Let's put it aside for now, I will be hungry at night."
Use it again.”
"yes."
The old eunuch's eyes suddenly turned red, and Lao Zhu happened to see him.
Lao Zhu reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
"My slave, I just feel that I have wronged the Emperor."
As an emperor, he should be able to take everything he wants from the world, but now he has to save even a bowl of porridge. How can he not make the old eunuch feel aggrieved?
"Slave, please leave."
"Go." Lao Zhu didn't even look back and continued to look south, wondering what he was thinking about.
At the mouth of the Yangtze River, it has been less than a month since the last time this place was blocked by thousands of sails. The water here has once again been occupied by sea-going ships as far as the eye can see.
Tang He's eyes were red and his face looked tired. When he saw the Yangtze River Estuary through the night, he couldn't help but sit down on the deck.
He murmured to himself: "I'm finally back~ I'm back."
"Someone is coming!"
"Handsome."
"Immediately send someone to send the news back to the capital. I'm afraid the emperor will be impatient." Tang He looked in the direction of the capital and couldn't help but grin.
After receiving the order, the three soldiers immediately disembarked from the ship and went straight to the inn in the county town.
"Bang~bang~bang~"
The knocking on the door was intensive and loud.
"Come on, come on. Who is it? There is no way to urge someone to die." The people in the inn had already gone to sleep, and they were naturally very dissatisfied when they were woken up at this moment. They cursed and walked out to open the door.
Crunch~
When the door opened, the postman couldn't help being surprised when he saw three soldiers. Fortunately, he didn't say anything offensive just now, otherwise he might not be able to eat tonight and walk around.
"You three military masters, it's so late, what's the important matter?"
"Is there something important that you should ask?" The leader suddenly shouted in a deep voice, "Go and call your Yi Cheng."
"Yes, yes, you are reckless. I will call my master now." The postman quickly followed him carefully, and after saying that, he ran in to find the postmaster.
Soon Yi Cheng walked out while putting on his clothes. When he came to the three of them, he immediately raised his hands and asked: "You three, please talk to me in the back room. I wonder what you have to do?"
After entering the back room, the leader said in a deep voice: "We follow the orders of the Duke and need to rush to the capital at starry night. Please help us prepare."
After saying that, he took out the token and showed it to Yi Cheng.
The postmaster quickly inspected the token and returned it respectfully. He immediately ordered the postmaster just now: "Go and prepare horses for the three military lords, and bring out our three best horses for the military lords."
After a moment, the three men took off their reins, declined the meal provided by Yi Cheng, immediately got on their horses, and rushed towards the capital overnight.
When the ticking of horse hooves got farther and farther away, until it disappeared, the postman on the side asked curiously, "Sir, has something big happened?"
Yi Cheng glared at the post soldier fiercely and lectured: "Are you talking nonsense? If there was no serious matter, how could these three people take the risk and rush to the capital overnight?" "During the Song Dynasty, the scholars' qi-nurturing skills were all over the place.
Not low, right?" Han Du couldn't help but sigh, "Establish the mind for the world, establish the people for the sake of livelihood, carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations. These four sentences of Mr. Hengqu can be said to be the leader in Qi-nurturing Kung Fu.
, shining through the ages. But even so, it could not stop the corruption of officials in the Song Dynasty."
"Therefore, I think Qi-nurturing Kung Fu is good if you can cultivate your body and nature. But connecting it with governing the country is putting the cart before the horse and being top-heavy."
Fang Xiaoru was left speechless by Han Du. He wanted to refute Han Du, but he didn't know how to quote the scriptures. On the contrary, as time passed, he felt that what Han Du said was right.
"You look down on Qi-nurturing Kung Fu, but I don't care how you govern." Fang Xiaoru couldn't refute Han Du's words, so he had to find another way to counterattack from another angle. .??.??
"I've been here in Henan for so many days, and I haven't seen how you manage politics. Instead, I've seen you taking a lot of leisure time. On the contrary, Mr. Gu, who has been busy from morning to night, has never seen a moment to rest. I went downstairs.
When I went to see it, officials from various prefectures and counties were instructing people to repair the roads, and some even went out to help in person."
Hearing Fang Xiaoru accuse him of being lazy, Han Du squirmed on the recliner and changed his position slightly to make himself more comfortable.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru's face was about to burst out with anger, Han Du couldn't help but smile and said: "There are specialties in the art, and I am making the greatest contribution to the people of Henan by staying still here. Do you still want me to build the road myself?"
In terms of strength, I am not as good as the weakest civilian husband. In terms of skills, I am not as good as the smallest apprentice. If I go to build the road myself, it will not do any good except causing trouble to the local area."
"Just be lazy, and you still have so many excuses." Fang Xiaoru pouted. He didn't really want Han Du to build the road himself, he was just complaining.
Han Du laughed and said, "Look, what you said is too narrow-minded and prejudiced. What is laziness? This is enjoying life."
Fang Xiaoru was too lazy to talk nonsense with Han Du anymore. After pondering for a moment, he asked: "What are you going to do? Are you going to let the people build roads and then hang their lives on food?"
"Otherwise? It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. What can you do?" Han Du spread his hands.
The less conditions there are, the more and bigger the constraints will be. Han Du actually has an idea in mind, and wants to take this opportunity to build all the roads in Henan into cement roads.
But this is obviously unrealistic. Now we don’t dare to let the people consume too much every day. They just stretch their muscles and bones. There is no way. When there is insufficient food, if you desperately force the people to do heavy physical work, it will be tiring.
dead person's.
Fang Xiaoru paused when he heard this and didn't speak for a long time. Obviously, he didn't have any good ideas. Maybe at this time, he had a little understanding of Han Du doing nothing all day long.
In Fengtian Hall, Lao Zhu was reviewing memorials as usual, but his heart was not as calm as usual.
There are less than five days left before the one-month period. As the food in the palace dwindles little by little, the anxiety in Lao Zhu's heart also accumulates little by little.
In my excitement, I obviously had a memorial in my hand, but I couldn't read it.
With a long sigh, Lao Zhu threw down the memorial, walked outside the hall, and looked far south towards the south, speechless for a long time.
The old eunuch came over with a bowl of hot porridge and said softly: "Your Majesty, please finish the porridge."
>
Lao Zhu also felt that his stomach was empty, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it, but suddenly he thought of the few grains in the palace. He sighed, waved his hand towards the old eunuch, and said: "Let's put it aside for now, I will be hungry at night."
Use it again.”
"yes."
The old eunuch's eyes suddenly turned red, and Lao Zhu happened to see him.
Lao Zhu reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
"My slave, I just feel that I have wronged the Emperor."
As an emperor, he should be able to take everything he wants from the world, but now he has to save even a bowl of porridge. How can he not make the old eunuch feel aggrieved?
"Slave, please leave."
"Go." Lao Zhu didn't even look back and continued to look south, wondering what he was thinking about.
At the mouth of the Yangtze River, it has been less than a month since the last time this place was blocked by thousands of sails. The water here has once again been occupied by sea-going ships as far as the eye can see.
Tang He's eyes were red and his face looked tired. When he saw the Yangtze River Estuary through the night, he couldn't help but sit down on the deck.
He murmured to himself: "I'm finally back~ I'm back."
"Someone is coming!"
"Handsome."
"Immediately send someone to send the news back to the capital. I'm afraid the emperor will be impatient." Tang He looked in the direction of the capital and couldn't help but grin.
After receiving the order, the three soldiers immediately disembarked from the ship and went straight to the inn in the county town.
"Bang~bang~bang~"
The knocking on the door was intensive and loud.
"Come on, come on. Who is it? There is no way to urge someone to die." The people in the inn had already gone to sleep, and they were naturally very dissatisfied when they were woken up at this moment. They cursed and walked out to open the door.
Crunch~
When the door opened, the postman couldn't help being surprised when he saw three soldiers. Fortunately, he didn't say anything offensive just now, otherwise he might not be able to eat tonight and walk around.
"You three military masters, it's so late, what's the important matter?"
"Is there something important that you should ask?" The leader suddenly shouted in a deep voice, "Go and call your Yi Cheng."
"Yes, yes, you are reckless. I will call my master now." The postman quickly followed him carefully, and after saying that, he ran in to find the postmaster.
Soon Yi Cheng walked out while putting on his clothes. When he came to the three of them, he immediately raised his hands and asked: "You three, please talk to me in the back room. I wonder what you have to do?"
After entering the back room, the leader said in a deep voice: "We follow the orders of the Duke and need to rush to the capital at starry night. Please help us prepare."
After saying that, he took out the token and showed it to Yi Cheng.
The postmaster quickly inspected the token and returned it respectfully. He immediately ordered the postmaster just now: "Go and prepare horses for the three military lords, and bring out our three best horses for the military lords."
After a moment, the three men took off their reins, declined the meal provided by Yi Cheng, immediately got on their horses, and rushed towards the capital overnight.
When the ticking of horse hooves got farther and farther away, until it disappeared, the postman on the side asked curiously, "Sir, has something big happened?"
Yi Cheng glared at the post soldier fiercely and lectured: "Are you talking nonsense? If there was no big deal, how could these three people take the risk and rush to the capital overnight?"