Chapter 401 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 20
Chapter 401 Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 20
Fuchen woke up and found himself in a large vat. His body was full of wine, with a faint aroma of wine. When he raised his head, he saw a vigorous asparagus.
Bamboo leaves are falling on the edge of the wine vat, and the aroma of wine is mixed with the faint fragrance of bamboo in the air.
I yawned and saw a half-circled cup placed on the edge of the vat. Inside the cup was a milky white mist, which still smelled like wine.
"What is this?" Fuchen wondered.
The commoner servant next to him immediately stepped forward and replied, "Sir, this is the smell of wine that you breathed out." Seeing that Lingcao didn't say anything, he continued to answer, "When I came back last night, you had already fallen asleep in the wine. There was a cloud of smoke in the sky.
Mist. My master saw it and said it was the smell of alcohol, and asked the younger one to continue."
The smell of alcohol spit out... Fuchen thought of Senior Brother Wu Yan lying in the kitchen, snoring and gasping for air. The smell of alcohol spit out - isn't that just saliva?
"No. You can deal with it how you like." Fuchen was disgusted. After asking for his position, he continued to ask, "Have you seen a man in black, the one with a stiff face?"
She vaguely remembered this strange person. In her impression, she was holding on to his clothes to prevent him from leaving.
The servant smiled and said, "That is our prince."
"Oh." Fuchen suddenly asked, "Then where is your prince?"
"Study. Sir, please come with me." The commoner slave bowed and stretched out his hands.
Dust jumped into the palm of my hand.
The servants carried Fu Chen through the layers of corridors and courtyards. They saw countless green bamboos, rocks, carved beams and painted buildings, and came to the door of a courtyard.
The commoner servant first announced at the courtyard gate. The servant who came back nodded, and then the commoner servant stepped into the stone ridge of the backyard. Then he walked through the water courtyard, turned around the banana and rockery garden, and the servant knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," a man said.
The servant held the grass and bowed his head to offer it.
Fuchen jumped onto the table, turned around and saw that the servant had already retreated. Turning back and looking in front, he saw a piece of paper with densely written words on it. In the middle of the table were the Four Treasures of the Study, and on both sides were folds piled high.
The prince did not entertain Fuchen, he kept looking down at his own and writing his own. He had no reaction to her arrival.
A young monk would also do this in this state. Fuchen didn't mind. He looked around and ran to the inkstone to watch.
The inkstone is a round inkstone with a landscape picture at the bottom. A fountain emerges from the landscape and flows into a lake.
Looking at the bottom alone, it is a landscape painting with fine lines. Looking at the whole, it is a landscape painting with dense and dense lines, and the large white space is soothing and quiet.
The prince raised his pen, dipped ink in the "big lake", dabbed some ink in the "small lake", and continued his writing.
Fuchen sat down, Mo Yan was very comfortable.
"Light in weight, hard yet soft in texture, it feels lonely and silent when touched, and feels like a child's skin when pressed, warm, soft and tender but not slippery." This sentence comes to mind for no reason.
Coming from nature, the floating dust touches the warm and delicate stone, and you can feel the quiet years when the original stone was washed in the rapids in the mountain.
The stability and nature of the mountains, coupled with a little artistic simplicity and dignity, make this inkstone an inkstone of character.
You can even hear the inkstone talking in the dust. Be calm. Don't be impetuous. Be quiet. When your mind is calm, everything will be empty.
The prince glanced at Xiaocao sitting on the inkstone in a daze.
There is still a little aroma of wine in the air, mixed with the refreshing aroma of grass, which calms the mind and soothes the soul.
The prince continued to read the book.
Fuchen enjoyed the beauty of this collision between nature and art, and began to explore them one by one.
She found that there were many interesting creatures in this room.
Although they are unconscious, even though they are made into objects, the craftsmen highlight their characteristics and develop their own personalities.
Landscape stone inkstone, Longteng wooden pen stand, bamboo pen, dark flower and auspicious cloud table... The floating dust ran further and further away, gradually becoming fascinated.
"Your Majesty, another insect plague broke out in the southwest. The ministers who went to relieve the disaster secretly withheld the silver coins and transferred them to several ministers." There was a sudden voice in the room.
Fuchen was curious and jumped from the rafters to the desk, waiting to watch the play.
The prince sensed Xiaocao's movements, and his indifferent eyes did not fall on her for a moment, and asked, "Does the Protector have a share?"
The subordinate nodded, "Dong Duanyang, Duke Wuhou, and the Prime Minister all share the spoils."
The prince was silent. At that moment, the black beads in his eyes were extremely dark, "I remember that Duke Duanyang's precious grandson was playing in Guocheng, which was the fortress. He robbed the money and robbed people. I asked Duanyang Mansion for what he wanted.
silver."
"What if Duanyang Mansion doesn't give it?" the subordinate asked.
"That means his life is worthless." The prince said lightly.
Fuchen raised his head to look at the person, but the prince didn't even look at Fuchen.
"You want to kill someone?" Fuchen asked.
"Yeah." The prince didn't hesitate and didn't think there was anything wrong.
"Aren't you going to avoid me? What should I tell Duanyang Mansion?" Fuchen asked.
The prince read the book, picked up his pen and made a comment, saying, "You are a monster. Human beings don't believe in monsters. Even if they doubt it, I can use your identity as a monster to make a fuss and rebel against an army. Whether you say it or not,
Whether he believes it or not, it has nothing to do with me."
Fuchen understood. She posed no threat, so it didn't matter.
Fuchen was curious that the prince had been watching the story, so he jumped on the prince's shoulder to watch.
The prince continued his actions without paying any attention to Fuchen's movements.
The letter said: "In mid-June, there was a severe drought in Fuhe County, killing more than 62,300 people, mostly the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. The magistrate of Sanyue County cut off work to provide food to the people, incited riots and interrupted the river digging project. Now the general will
Sanyue was taken into custody, and a mob of five hundred was put in prison."
The prince wrote in his hand: "Guarantee the construction period, kill the mob, cut up the corpses of the first five horses in Sanyue City and feed them to wild dogs. Recruit ten thousand people from Wanmen County to work."
Fuchen asked, "Why are you looking for someone from Wanmen to go there?"
"There are more hungry people there," the prince explained. "It has nothing to do with Sanyue (County). Wanmen robbed Fuhe (County) of food and work. If Fuhe (County) wants to rebel, it will inevitably recruit the people of Wanmen (County).
The two forces conflicted with each other. When the people of Fuhe (County) were so hungry that they could no longer stand it, they naturally rushed to work."
The prince wrote the approval document in a hurry, "When the time comes, 10,000 people from Fuhe (county) will be transferred to other places."
After finishing writing, he placed the fold on the left side for Fuchen to read. He did not care about national affairs and handed it over to Fuchen, a little monster.
The petitioner wrote: "The people of Tuchuan County, Leiyu County, and Guanjiang County jointly closed the mouth of the river and collected ten taels of silver from the people who passed the border. Wang Yuwen, the magistrate of Wenchuan County, reported that the prefect was killed on his way back. The prefect was surrounded by mobs and had no food.
It's been half a month. The prefect can only last more than a month."
Before Fu Chen could think about it, the prince had already approved: "Raise the price of grain. People outside the customs will have more than one hundred taels per catty of grain. Workers inside the customs will receive ten cents per kilogram of grain."
Fuchen thought for a while and asked, "Is there so much food?"
"There is some working grain in the customs. The ten cents per pound is not much for the workers, and it is just enough to adjust the freight. Every year, I secretly purchase grain across the country and store it in four granary bases in the southeast, northwest, and northwest to control prices."
