"Zi Hou, you really don't show pity for the beauty, you just pity Qing Qing." After walking away, Zhang Siwei glanced back, shook his head and joked to Zhu Pingan.: 6d
"Falling flowers are intentional, but flowing water is ruthless." Wang Shizhen, dressed in white and covered with snow, said with a smile and her hands behind her back.
"I was just joking. I thought you would be moved by my spirit of giving kindness without repaying it. **Xunxian's latest chapter." Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and smiled.
"Come on, Zhu Zihou is ruthless. Didn't you see the loving look in his girl's eyes?" Zhang Siwei bumped Zhu Pingan with his shoulder and asked jokingly.
"I just wanted to save the old man, and I didn't go after the girl." Zhu Pingan smiled calmly, like a ray of sunshine shining on the earth in winter.
"Zi Hou is a true gentleman." Wang Shizhen said with emotion.
The three of them chatted all the way, and soon they arrived at the foot of Chongfu Temple. Chongfu Temple can be said to be the oldest temple in the capital.
If it were not for Zhang Siwei leading him, Zhu Ping'an would not have found Chongfu Temple. Chongfu Temple is in a small alley. There are people selling incense at the door and chanting Amitabha Buddha. From the moment you enter the mountain gate, the strong feeling
The fragrance and inexplicable silence filled the entire courtyard;.
After entering the mountain gate, Zhu Pingan, under the instigation of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, bought three sticks of incense like them and walked to the Main Hall. There were pine, cypress, locust and other ancient trees in the courtyard, and the birds on the trees kept chirping.
He stopped, as if he was not affected by the sound of the Sanskrit and the crowd, and he was very courageous. There were also birds pacing around on the ground. They would not fly when people came closer, but would only jump slightly farther. It is estimated that there are often believers or monks feeding them.
for the sake of.
As I approached the Mahavira Hall, I heard the sound of Sanskrit chanting, which was very harmonious. Occasionally there were one or two snaps of wooden fish. When I entered the Mahavira Hall, I found that a monk was chanting sutras in the hall. There were many people in the hall, some of them praying together, and some walking or walking around.
Among the people talking, there were many people dressed as scholars like Zhu Ping'an and others.
In fact, burning incense is just a form of psychological comfort. Zhu Ping'an didn't take it to heart, and neither did Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen.
On the contrary, the three of them were very interested in the beautiful scenery of apricot blossoms on the mountain behind the temple.
What disappoints them is that the small door to the Apricot Grove at the back of the mountain is guarded by several people, with a look of not allowing strangers to approach.
"Come on, come on, the back mountain has been reserved by my master." When the person guarding the small door saw Zhu Ping'an and the others approaching, they waved their hands to drive them away. Even though Zhu Ping'an and the others were well-dressed, they didn't look good at all.
He didn't take Zhu Ping'an and the other three seriously.
"Why, the temple was built with funds raised by thousands of believers, and it does not belong to your master." Wang Shizhen stepped forward and reasoned.
"Go back and forth wherever you go, this is for your own good." A gatekeeper waved his hand.
"What's the point of talking to them? They are nothing. Leave quickly, otherwise we brothers will not be blamed for being ruthless." Another gatekeeper was even more aggressive. He refused to reason with Wang Shizhen at all and held a long sheathed sword in his nostrils.
Facing the sky, squinting his eyes, he directly threatened Zhu Ping'an and the others.
"Aren't you afraid of being arrested and prosecuted by the soldiers and horses if you hold the battle with open fire and intimidate and threaten?" Zhang Siwei pulled Wang Shizhen behind him, stared at the gatekeeper with burning eyes, and asked loudly.
After hearing Zhang Siwei's righteous words, the gatekeeper was startled at first, and then looked at each other and laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
"Hahaha, Soldiers and Horses Division, ask the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division to come over and try. See if they have the courage."
"If you return to the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, even the factory guards can't be used!"
"I don't care who you are. Now, before you disturb our master, hurry up and go back and forth!"
The gatekeeper smiled contemptuously and drove people away again.
"Who are you, sir?" Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Siwei and asked the gatekeeper.
"Huh, I'm not afraid of scaring you. Our master is Mr. Yan, Shilang Yan." The gatekeeper said that their master was, with an arrogant look on his face.
Mr. Yan?
Oh, that’s Yan Shifan. He was inspired by his father Yan Song. Yan Shifan went to the Imperial College to study. When many scholars were still struggling in the boy’s examination, the provincial examination, and the general examination, Yan Shifan went from the Imperial Academy to the Imperial Academy.
As soon as I graduated, I became an official directly. There was no need for any provincial examination at all. I could read the full text of "The Lord of the White Dragon in the Otherworld". The speed of promotion was like a rocket. Now I am already the left minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Well, the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Industry is equivalent to the deputy minister of the Ministry of Construction today. He is in charge of engineering construction and is the best among the best.
No wonder even the doorman pulled at me like this. It turned out to be Yan Shifan inside.
Zhang Siwei, Zhu Ping'an and Wang Shizhen looked at each other. Although Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen had no good impressions of Yan Song and his son at all, they were still very wary of the power of Yan Song and his son. After all, Yan Song was still the chief minister, and even Yan Shifan was a deputy.
They are already ministerial-level figures. Zhu Ping'an and the other three are still burning incense for the meeting, and now they are not even sesame officials.
It’s really a feudal society. If you give me an apricot blossom, you’ll be rewarded with a mountain behind the temple!
As far as history is concerned, Yan Shifan is a ruthless character. Yan Song can still serve as the chief assistant at such an old age. He and Yan Shifan make plans behind the scenes and help handle government affairs, which plays a vital role.
Of course, another important point is that Yan Shifan's character is notorious.
Zhu Ping'an was still thinking about how to resolve the conflict with Yan Shifan if Wang Shizhen became bookish and insisted on going in while twisting his neck; Zhang Siwei didn't have to worry, Zhang Siwei had Gou Jian's genes in his bones.
But what Zhu Ping'an didn't expect was that as soon as he heard that Yan Shifan was in Xinglin in the back mountain, Wang Shizhen turned around and left with a look of disdain on his face.
Zhu Pingan and Zhang Siwei also turned around and followed him, walking out.
The gatekeeper looked at the leaving figures of several people and curled his lips in disdain. I have seen many figures leaving in embarrassment like this!
"I'm afraid there won't be much to see in the apricot forest with that man there!" Wang Shizhen said disdainfully after walking away, looking back at the mountain behind.
"I've heard for a long time that blind man Yan was greedy and sealed off the back mountain, fearing that he might be doing some shady things inside!" Zhang Siwei was also very contemptuous.
"Haha, I also heard that Fatty Yan is a manly man. It's a good thing you two didn't go in." Zhu Pingan thought of some unofficial stories he had seen in modern times and couldn't help but joked with a smile.
"Won't?"
When Wang Shizhen heard this, her face twitched, as if she didn't believe it.
"I've heard something about this. Blind Man Yan is indeed as good as Tao Longyang, but it's probably just a novelty, and he is more greedy for women." Zhang Siwei also nodded.
"Indulging in enjoyment and disregarding the national economy and people's livelihood, the great political affairs of the country fall into the hands of such people. It is really unfortunate for the country and the people!" Wang Shizhen shook his head and sighed, deeply disgusted.
"However, looking at the current situation, I'm afraid this situation will not change in a short time." Zhu Pingan patted Wang Shizhen on the shoulder and shook his head. Zhu Pingan knows history, and Yan Song and his son will be in power for another ten years.
"Yes." Zhang Siwei was full of admiration for Zhu Pingan's knowledge. He also came to this conclusion from chatting with his elders. Now that he saw Zhu Pingan came to the capital not long ago, he admired Zhu Pingan and nodded accordingly.
"It's sad and hateful." Wang Shizhen sighed.
On this sunny early spring afternoon, on a small road in Chongfu Zen Temple, the three of them looked at each other for a long time. Then, Zhang Siwei looked at Wang Shizhen and then at Zhu Pingan, and said seriously:
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. With your talents, you will surely achieve great things. I am willing to work with you to encourage you. In the future, when the storms arise, generals and ministers will help the country and establish immortal achievements! Give the world a bright future!"
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Zhu Pingan and Wang Shizhen looked at each other, then turned to look at the high-spirited Zhang Siwei in front of them, then walked forward and nodded firmly.
The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, time rushes me. (To be continued)