Situ Pan signed up for a one-day tour of the Forbidden City. He wandered around the palace for a whole day and had lunch in the imperial kitchen. In the afternoon, he wandered to Yuqing Palace. The tour guide, the young eunuch, introduced: "This place was originally the residence of the prince.
The late emperor and Prince Ui-tada lived there. After Prince Ui-tada left the palace, it was vacant for many years until the current saint moved in fourteen years ago."
A rich man asked: "Is the saint still there?"
"Here he is," said the little eunuch, "I have taken a nap now and am probably practicing calligraphy. I'm going to ask him if he would like us to go in and disturb him for a while."
The wealthy locals all raised their hands and said, "Thank you so much~~"
Situ Pan was a little surprised. Didn't Zhan Kun tell him that the saint left the palace to open a cosmetics shop? But he saw the little eunuch went in confidently and came out with a smile on his face and said: "Everyone, the saint is practicing calligraphy as expected. He said, if you be quieter,
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t hinder him from practicing calligraphy.”
Everyone said: "We will keep silent, walk softly, and will never disturb the Holy Master!"
The little eunuch waved a red flag and led everyone into Yuqing Palace. The little eunuch softly introduced the plaque, couplets, glazed tiles on the roof, and the magnolia tree in the courtyard. Passing by the east wing of the apse, the little eunuch led the people past the window and pointed to the bright yellow figure in the house:
"That one is the current saint."
The wealthy locals swarmed closer, with five heads under the window. The man in the room was wearing a bright yellow soft silk dragon robe, with a forehead mop set with southern pearls on his head. He turned a blind eye to the outside world and just followed the post.
Situ Pan recognized at a glance that this man was not a saint. He looked somewhat similar in appearance and stature, and also had a certain bearing.
The local wealthy people whispered: "What kind of post did the saint come from?"
The young eunuch said: "That is the "Qianlu Zi Shu" written by Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty. The article written by the saint is an authentic work. I heard that there are inscriptions in the state of Wu, and many bookstores have reprinted versions."
The local rich people all said: "The stickers written by the saint must be good ones. Later we will also buy a copy for our children and grandchildren to practice calligraphy."
The little eunuch smiled and said: "The face and body are the most suitable for putting on words. All high officials have good taste like saints. Okay, let's move forward." He waved a red flag to lead them around. The wealthy locals were a little reluctant and started to rush.
He stretched his head under the window and looked at it for a long time. The little eunuch urged him again and again before leaving. Situ Pan smiled bitterly in his heart: No wonder that boy would rather go out of the palace to sell makeup. He is so annoying to have people peeking at him every day. No matter who he is.
You will be restless.
Leaving the window of the east wing, a rich man asked: "I wonder what kind of pen and ink the saint used?"
The young eunuch said: "The objects used by the saints are all customized from Baozhai of the Forbidden City."
Another hurriedly said: "Is the Forbidden City Baozhai the one on Chongwenmen Lane Street?"
"Exactly," said the little eunuch, "the things inside are trendy and good. The saint is only willing to use the Four Treasures of the Study from that family and nothing else."
Then we continued our tour. Then we went to Cining Palace, where the Empress Dowager Feng lived. Because she had been paralyzed for many years and did not want to be disturbed by outsiders, the wealthy locals just looked outside the door.
When the sun was about to set, the little eunuch waved a red flag and pointed: "Ahead is the Shenwu Gate, which is the north gate of the Forbidden City. Our visit ends here today. I will ask all the officials to leave their addresses later and the photos will be developed.
We will mail it to you. If you don't want to mail it, you can go to Zhenzhen Photo Studio on Dengshi Street to pick it up in seven days." Everyone said that they were willing to pick it up in person. The little eunuch said, "Okay, I will give it to everyone at Shenwumen.
Erfa number plate."
Then they walked into the Shenwu Gate together, first looked around at the bells and drums, and then handed out the photo-taking license plates of the Zhenzhen Photography Studio in sequence. Finally, the little eunuch smiled and said, "How about going to see the sunset in the Forbidden City?"
After saying yes in unison, the group climbed up to the Shenwu Gate and came to the south.
I saw a man leaning on the white marble railing, looking alone towards the Forbidden City. The afterglow fell on the man's head and body, giving him a desolate look for no reason. The little eunuch led the people closer and called out, "Eunuch Dai." The man turned around.
When Situ Pan came, he saw that it was indeed Dai Quan.
Dai Quan said with a smile: "Bringing tourists here again?"
"Yes." The young eunuch laughed and said, "These high-ranking officials today are all very talented and learned." He introduced, "This Eunuch Dai was the Prime Minister of the Daming Palace. He had been working under the Supreme Emperor for a long time.
Serve by your side.”
Dai Quan passed by the faces of the wealthy locals and saw Situ Pan. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Everyone has been away for a day. Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone said one after another: "Although I am tired from walking, I have learned a lot and it is not hard work."
Situ Pan also said: "I have learned a lot today. These eight thousand taels of silver are worth the money."
Dai Quan looked at him and said, "Is this high official wearing a dragon robe to take pictures in the Daming Palace?"
Situ Pan said: "No. I'm regretting it right now. I just took a picture."
Dai Quan said: "I have some free time right now. If you are not afraid of getting tired, how about I go back with you and take another photo?"
Situ Pan said hurriedly: "Thank you very much, father-in-law!"
A rich man immediately said: "I want to take one more photo."
Dai Quan said: "Since that's the case, this high-ranking official should also go with us."
Situ Pan was slightly startled. He thought Dai Quan had something to say to him and would not agree; but unexpectedly he actually agreed. The rich man who had just taken four photos of the dragon robe also wanted to take two more. Dai Quan then led them
The three of them returned to the Daming Palace, and the young eunuch sent the other three out of the Shenwu Sect.
When they arrived at the Daming Palace, Situ Pan first took two photos of the dragon robe, and then switched to another person. Taking off the dragon robe, Situ Pan approached Dai Quan and said softly: "This is one thousand taels of silver."
Dai Quan said: "Every day at this time, the Zajia family is waiting at Shenwu Gate. When the tour guide leads people out, I will ask who wants to take photos of the dragon robes. Every day, there are people who want to retake or retake the photos. Just
This item costs a lot of money."
Situ Pan asked: "Who is that in Yuqing Palace?"
"It used to be from the Jiaofang Division."
"It goes without saying that Baozhai in the Forbidden City was opened by Rong Guofu?"
"That's not true. The owner is our curator Qin for the time being, and will be owned by the entire museum in the future."
"who?"
"The interim director of the Palace Museum, all matters in the Forbidden City are under her control. Such a large palace costs a lot of money to maintain and repair." Situ Pan sighed: "Eunuch Dai, what does this mean? You have taken refuge with Jia Cong."
Dai Quan smiled and said: "It's not really a surrender. If you want to say a surrender, it's also a surrender to Director Qin. By the way, the Za family will go to the Dajiala Museum in Taiwan to study in the next year."
Situ Pan hesitated for a moment and asked: "You just said the Forbidden City Museum. I understand the word "Forbidden City", but what is a museum?"
Dai Quan smiled: "Collecting and displaying things with cultural charm for ordinary people to visit is a museum. The Forbidden City is not yet - the tickets are too expensive. In two years, the tickets will become cheaper, and then it can be called a museum. If the prince has free time, it will be worse.
Let’s go and have a look with the Za family?”
"Gu Zheng has this intention."
After several people took photos, Dai Quan accompanied them out of the Daming Palace. It was getting dark now. Two young eunuchs lit up lanterns to lead the way. Snowflakes were falling from the sky. Situ Pan looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "
I don’t know what night it is.”
Dai Quan put his hands behind his back and said, "Don't worry, officials. Tomorrow is a new day. The sun will naturally rise in the east."
By the time they left the Meridian Gate, the snow was already like cotton wool, and the roofs on the ground were gradually turning white. Dai Quan asked in a low voice, "Where do the officials live now?"
Situ Pan said: "Don't worry about me, father-in-law, he has his own place to go."
Dai Quan nodded, cupped his hands and said goodbye to the officials. The two reluctantly looked back three times and walked away on the snow on Tian Street. Situ Pan walked behind with his hands behind his back. From the Meridian Gate to Chengtian Gate, it was only a few hundred steps.
When I was young, I remembered that until I accidentally entered Panlong Mountain, I had endless reveries. He did not hire a carriage and only walked back to the inn. When he entered, his head and body were already covered with snow.
At dusk the next day, Jia Cong went to the Yamen. After seeing his father, he returned to Lixiangyuan. The boy sent him a post saying: "A Mr. Huang came to Lixiangyuan today to ask for an audience with the prince, but the prince was not here. So he stayed.
This post." Jia Cong took a look at it, and the superior asked him to meet at a temple tomorrow morning. The signature was Huang Jiu. Jia Cong laughed: "It is the plum blossom season now, and there are many people there." He looked at the time again, and it turned out that it was the time.
At four o'clock, a temple scenic area opened slightly. It turned out that he had already visited it.
The next day, Jia Cong wrote a note asking for leave and ordered it to be sent to the political affairs hall. He rode a horse alone, wearing a bamboo hat, and left a temple outside the city gate. He arrived a little early, thinking that he was the first
Unexpectedly, there were already many tourists waiting at the door of a temple, including flower watchers organized by the school. There was a huge bustle of at least fifty or sixty people. However, Situ Pan only mentioned a temple, but not any details. Jia Cong then went to the temple.
I borrowed paper and pen from the makeshift canteen nearby and wrote five big words: Waiting for Mr. Huang Jiu. Nai Xiong proudly held up a piece of paper and stood at the ticket office. Fortunately, ordinary people did not recognize him at all, and he did not disgrace the regent.
face.
Suddenly the ticket office opened, and people lined up in a long queue. Jia Cong held up the white paper, which was very eye-catching. After a while, someone came over and coughed twice. Jia Cong had already seen him from a distance, but he still pretended not to notice and held up the white paper seriously.
At this moment, Fang Fang put away the paper and complained: "You can't write clearly. It's easy to recognize the gate and the ticket office. It's the peak tourist season now, and there are many people."
Situ Pan looked at him blankly. Last night, he had been thinking about what Jia Cong would say when he saw him, but he turned out to be a normal person. After a while, he sighed: "Go in."
"Did you buy a ticket?"
"Never."
"Then we still have to buy tickets." Jia Cong put away the white paper and walked towards the end of the line, saying, "Two ticket windows are too few, we should add two more in the morning."
But a student in line heard it and said: "Only two more? There should be four more!"
Jia Cong said: "There are so many people here because of the passenger flow accumulated before the door opened. If we all go in, there won't be so many people buying tickets." Everyone started talking one after another.
Fortunately, many people bought group tickets, and soon it was the turn of Jia Cong and Situ Pan. They bought the tickets, entered the temple gate side by side from the entrance, and walked slowly inside.
Passing through the Main Hall in silence, Situ Pan said: "Jia Cong, one thing I admire most about you is that you are thick-skinned."
Jia Cong chuckled and said, "It's not my fault that I was born with you. My father is also thick-skinned."
Situ Pan asked: "When did you become rebellious?"
Jia Cong thought for a while: "It's also natural. I'm not used to kneeling, and I won't sit back and watch something bad happen."
"Something bad?"
"Well. To be honest, it's Japan's massacre of China and the Eight-Nation Allied Forces' invasion of China. I know these things will happen in the future, so I don't want to wait around. I will find ways to stop them in advance. If I can't do it, I'll leave it to others.
For example, Japan, for example, initially asked Wei Ruoheng and Huo Sheng. Our country is never short of capable people, so we just need to find them."
Situ Pan thought for a moment: "You wanted to destroy Japan, but it was destroyed, and you wanted to immigrate overseas, so why do you still want to rebel?"
Jia Cong said: "Because our current political system is too backward. Japan has been completely solved, but what about the West? I can't explain it in a few words. I'll read some books with the prince later."
Situ Pan frowned: "You always say some weird words."
Jia Cong said aggrievedly: "It's just that you haven't heard of it. Why is it weird?" He thought for a moment and said, "Let's put it this way. Your lord, this is how the court used to be. The emperor is the master of the country, and the emperor is the leader of the country.
Every tree, person, and animal belongs to the emperor. The emperor selects hundreds of officials, rewards them with salaries and power, and orders them to help govern the country. They collect taxes, control floods, defend against foreign enemies, and punish criminals. Right."
Situ Pan nodded: "Not bad."
"The courts of later generations will not be the same. In another twenty years, a great revolution will break out in the French Congress in the West, overthrowing this system and establishing a new system. This new system will then be extended to the whole world. Although it also varies depending on the place.
Changes, but the root is the same. That is: the people are the common owners of the country. Every plant, tree, and animal in the country, some are shared by the country, and some are privately owned by the people. Everyone owns himself, and there is no such thing as a slave.
It exists again. The people use various methods to select officials and pay to hire them to govern the country - this money is taxes. Part of these taxes is used to pay the officials. Well, it cannot be called salary. Later generations will call it salary. Oh.
Yes, it is called salary now, but in fact it will be called that in later generations. Most of them are used to deal with public affairs. Such as water control, defense against foreign enemies, punishment of criminals, urban infrastructure - buses, carriages, clear oil street lamps, etc. Of course.
, there are also a few small countries that still maintain the system where the king owns everything, but those countries are too few."
"Look, my lord, although the taxes of future generations and the taxes of today are both taxes, they are obviously not the same thing. A few years ago, King Wu wanted to build Wu Palace, and the people had no right to say anything. If King Wu in future generations still wants to build Wu Palace,
, he has to use private money. If he uses tax money to make money, he will be impeached and removed from power by the people. Because the treasury of the state of Wu currently belongs to the king of Wu, but in the future, the treasury of the state of Wu will be shared by the people, but the king of Wu is asked to help manage it.
It’s just an account.”
"Your Majesty must think that it is natural for King Wu to spend money from the treasury. That's because you have never heard of the system of later generations. This is called democracy, which means that the people are the masters of the country. The king is just a steward hired by the people to run the country."
After hearing this, Situ Pan was silent for a long time and asked: "In that case, will you be this king?"
Jia Cong nodded: "Yes. Because others can't. In the whole country, I am the only one who can. In terms of running the country, Sister Lin, Mr. Zhan and others are a hundred times better than me. And I will not point you in the wrong direction, because I have seen
I have crossed the lower reaches of the long river of history, so I clearly know the direction of history." He said seriously, "Brother Xian Wang, it's not that I want to rebel, I have to rebel."