Dare to drive away the people on a snowy night, dare to let the emperor's guards pour wine for them, dare to drive the post horses to pull the carriages for the family members.
When these three sentences were thrown out, even Han Yuanchao and his son, who had nothing to do with each other, felt chills in their bodies.
What kind of person dares to do this?
What kind of person can do this?
And what will happen to those who do this?
There was a former prime minister who asked the emperor's guard to untie his sword and pour wine because he was drunk and joking. Even if he was deeply trusted by the emperor, he could not stop the impeachment of the censor and had to resign and leave.
There are also people who have been used by opponents to expel people and eventually lost their official positions because they praised the snow scene.
There were even military commanders who forcibly used a post horse to pull away a cart of grain from their own family and were beheaded.
Doing even one of these three things can cause trouble, let alone doing all three.
Of course, this does not mean that all those who do this will die. There have been many people who have done this from ancient times to the present. The common people are not surprised, but the officials turn a blind eye and do not harm others.
However, there are exceptions to everything, and there are exceptions to everything.
Han Yuanchao and his son looked at each other. I don't know whether the official turned a blind eye or was nosy.
"Oh Lord Feng, Lord Feng..."
Yi Cheng chased him out and shouted, holding a thick cloak in his hand.
"...It's windy, please put this on."
"Feng Lin dare not accept anything that is not mine." The middle-aged man said, urging his horse to ride away.
"Thank God, this ghost judge is finally gone."
"Sir, we did not burn down our inn this time."
"Shut your mouth, are you still waiting to get burned again?"
The postman and the postmen went in laughing and chatting.
Feng Lin!
Han Yuanchao and his son looked at each other again with surprised expressions.
"It turns out to be Feng Lin." Han Yuanchao said, looking at the figure walking away on the road.
Two years ago, Judge Feng Lin of the Third Division was ordered to investigate Taicang Road. He was first set on fire at the inn and tried to harm him. Feng Lin, who survived the disaster, carried a coffin and entered Taicang Road. The money and grain case of the Transportation Department was investigated for a full year and a half. The officials involved
There were no less than a hundred subordinate officials, and some who were imprisoned and broke their families committed suicide. For a time, the whole Taicang Road was wailing with blood and tears, so people borrowed his official position and gave him the nickname "Ghost Judge".
"It turns out that he has also been transferred to Beijing." Father Han said, shaking his head and smiling, "Then Mr. Cheng is unlucky this time."
His actions were witnessed with his own eyes. Feng Lin listened to people talking nonsense in the hall all night. He was obviously angered, otherwise he would not have said what he just said.
"It seems that Mr. Feng has something to do when he comes to Beijing." Han Yuanchao said, getting on his horse and saying, "He has made great contributions to the country..."
He also read it slowly, with a solemn look on his face.
"You clearly have a magical weapon, but you sacrifice it after redressing the injustice. How can this be a service to the country?"
"It is not enough to be a scholar if you are a scholar." [Note 1]
Mr. Cheng Er, who was riding a fat and galloping horse, didn't know that he was in trouble, and people far away in the capital certainly didn't know that the thin layer of snow on the street was trampled away before it stopped snowing.
The front door of Cheng's house by the Yudai Bridge has been cleaned long ago, and it is full of people as always. Some people are luxuriously dressed, sitting on felt mats and setting tables with tables.
There are also new faces with curious faces.
Qin Shisanlang stood outside, raising his hand to draw in the air while watching.
"It's cold and the ink can't melt. It's better to build a shed or find a hall."
After the calligraphy exercises dispersed, Qin Shisanlang came in and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang who took the hand stove handed by Banqin to warm her hands and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"I didn't want to teach writing," she said.
That's just writing for the sake of writing.
"I'm afraid you'll be cold." Qin Shisanlang said hurriedly.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at him and nodded with a smile.
"I'm wearing thick clothes, and I just finished shooting." She said, stretching out her hand and shaking it in front of her face, "It's not cold."
The slender hands look white at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the marks and thin calluses on them are obvious.
This was the first time that Thirteenth Qin saw the hands of a woman like this. Whether it was the hands of his mother, sisters, or the maids who were close to him, they were all soft, white, smooth and as delicate as jade, with dyed nails and rings and bracelets.
Such plain and even rough hands turn out to be so beautiful.
"By the way, look, the knife Liu Lang gave me." He thought of something and took it back, while taking off the knife he was carrying.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it and looked at it carefully.
"I don't like inkstones." Qin Shisanlang suddenly said.
Banqin looked up at him, looking a little surprised.
Cheng Jiaoniang did not raise her head and continued to look at the knife in her hand.
"Then what do you like?" she asked.
"The snacks and tea you make are all good, but I don't like inkstones anyway." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and put down the knife in her hand.
"Okay, I'll send you snacks and tea next time," she said.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her, and there was a silence in the room.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to push the plate of snacks in front of her and looked at him.
Qin Shisanlang sat upright for a moment, then reached out to pick up and eat. There was not much on the plate, so he quickly ate it all and drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.
"You didn't do it." He said again.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"I gave it to you," she said.
"I don't want that." Qin Shisanlang said.
"Then tell me what you want." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.
Banqin on the side was dumbfounded and couldn't help but look at Qin Thirteenth Lang in shock.
Is he...angry? Or...coquettish?
The word "coquettish" came up, and Banqin shuddered to herself. She was thinking about something, and she hurriedly poured tea for Qin Thirteenth Lang.
"I invite you to a banquet at my house, will you go?" Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"I'm not going." She said with a smile.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her for a moment and smiled.
"I knew you wouldn't go." He smiled, "You won't go for no reason. When I pass the exam, you can go if I invite you again, right?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Then, do you want to send snacks and tea?" she asked.
Qin Shisanlang burst into laughter, and then burst into laughter.
"Yes." He said with a laugh.
When he returned home and wrote a letter to Zhou Lang, Qin Shisanlang couldn't help but laugh when he thought about this conversation and continued writing on the paper.
"...I have been sulking for a few days, and I was laughed at by her innocent look and words. There is really nothing I can do about it. Ah, I know what you are going to say. Of course you can't help it. I am still mad at her.
Pass."
"...But after all, I said it, and she also coaxed me. The word coaxing is a bit weird..."
He stopped again, held the pen holder, and thought about it again. Yes, it really seemed to be coaxing.
"... Just like that time when you and I were eager to kiss her and she gave us two boxes of snacks, I know you are going to laugh, right? Why are you laughing..."
"Thirteen, why are you laughing?"
A female voice came from the side. Qin Shisanlang paused, raised his head, and saw his mother looking at him with a smile on her hands.
"Mother, I am writing a letter to Zhou Lang." Qin Shisanlang said.
Mrs. Qin giggled.
"You can smile like this when you write to that silly boy Liu Lang?" She laughed, "How big a flower must be blooming on Liu Lang's face?"
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"Mother, don't tease me. I'm very busy. I have to study after I finish writing the letter." He said, pretending to be serious.
"I'm not teasing you." Mrs. Qin said with a smile, "I heard that you have been restless these past few days.
Master Cui Qin is probably ill."
Qin Shisanlang shook his head while listening, and became curious when he heard the last sentence.
"Master Cui? Didn't my father invite him to play the piano? Why are you sick?" he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Lovesick." Mrs. Qin said.
lovesickness?
Qin Shisanlang was startled and then raised his eyebrows.
"Mother, have you ever slandered your son like this?"
Mrs. Qin's laughter sounded in the yard.
But when the Queen Mother heard this word in the palace, she couldn't laugh it off.
"Lovesickness? That's not a big deal! If you're immoral, get out of the palace!"
The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows and shouted.
"No, no," the chamberlain said hurriedly, "Madam, what Master Cui Qin misses is not the person, but the sound of the piano."
The Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief, but still raised her eyebrows.
"Nonsense." She yelled, "Is this nonsense?"
The servants bowed their heads and confessed.
"What's going on?" asked the Queen Mother.
"Speaking of which, it has something to do with Prince Jin'an." The chamberlain said with a smile.
The Queen Mother said oh before she was about to speak, but someone spoke first.
"What's wrong with Jin An?"
The emperor slowly walked in from the door, and the concubines in the hall saluted him one after another.
The emperor took off his cloak and sat down beside him, his expression half-smiling but not smiling.
"What's wrong with Jin'an?" he asked again, his eyes glancing at the concubine under the Queen Mother's head.
The imperial concubine lowered her head as if she didn't see it, and held the hand stove tightly in her lap.
When Cui Qinshi was brought here, his face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. Although the Qinqinists were not very particular about their looks, they were still palace actors and they were not too bad looking. Suddenly seeing Cui Qinshi looking like this, the whole palace was filled with excitement.
The emperor, empress dowager, and concubines were all shocked.
"This slave has met your Majesty."
Cui Qinshi knelt down and kowtowed, his voice trembling, and he almost fell to the ground. He seemed unable to get up after the salute.
"You are a piano player yourself, why are you still fascinated by the sound of the piano?" the Queen Mother asked with a frown.
The emperor smiled.
"You are a luthier, so you are fascinated." He said, "Because you are proficient, you are fascinated. Others just think it is good when they hear it, but a luthier will also want to know why it is good and how it is good. In this way
It’s easy to get lost just thinking about it.”
Master Cui Qin kowtowed.
The Queen Mother and others laughed.
"Is that lady really playing so well?" she asked, then paused and asked, "Did she play it specifically for Wei Lang to listen to?"
"Yes, your Majesty, I said it was for His Highness to listen to the sound of the piano to cleanse the house." The chamberlain laughed, "Your Highness didn't let the actors come on stage again after listening to it, saying that he was afraid of disturbing the good sound of the piano."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was stunned.
Clean house…
"You also said that you are not a disciple of Taoist ancestors." The Queen Mother muttered, "You can even clean a house, do you still need to look at Feng Shui..."
The emperor coughed lightly.
"Sounds good to you too?" he asked the waiter, dropping the subject.
"My servant doesn't understand this, it sounds very lively." The waiter said with a smile.
"It's lively?" the Queen Mother asked, "It's not Pipa, so how can it be so lively?"
"It's not that it was lively." The chamberlain laughed, "It was very lively at that time. The servants were talking, the actors here were joking, and Prince Qing was also making a fuss..."
In other words, no one listens at all. Everyone keeps doing whatever they are supposed to do. They can’t even attract people. What is this?
So many people are not fascinated, but Master Cui is the only one who is fascinated by it because it sounds good?
Did you see that Mrs. Cheng?
That Mrs. Cheng is indeed a beauty...
Several concubines looked at each other and raised their sleeves and pursed their lips to smile, and the Queen Mother's face turned ugly.
Cui Qinshi is obsessed with all the young people at her age, but what about her young Prince Jin'an who has not yet been exposed to female sex?
The emperor was obviously a little surprised. He thought that the sound of this lady's piano was just like her wine, making all the listeners excited and drunk.
"Master Cui Qin, aren't you really sick?" the Queen Mother said, "If you are sick, let the imperial doctor take a good look at you. Whatever it is, don't cause rumors in the palace."
Master Cui Qin kowtowed.
"Your Majesty, I don't dare to speak nonsense." He said in a trembling voice, "Ms. Cheng's piano is exquisite."
"How is it exquisite? Bai Xiangshan's poems are praised by old women in the market as exquisite. The sound of Mrs. Cheng's piano only attracts you, the luthier, so how can it be called exquisite?" said the Queen Mother.
Master Cui Qin raised his head, his originally dull eyes shining brightly.
"Your Majesty, Mrs. Cheng's music makes me forget my fingerings," he said.
A layman watches the excitement while an expert knows the rules. When others listen to the piano and listen to the music, the violinist can't help but think about the fingering skills, but the violinist doesn't want to do the fingering skills when he hears the piano. This shows that the music skills are so superb that the musician can't be distracted and indulged in it.
The Queen Mother was slightly relieved, but still frowned.
Why doesn't anyone else enter my heart, but only your Master Cui Qin? Or her Wei Lang...
Master Cui's voice sounded next.
"Also, Mrs. Cheng plays the ball in an autumn style," he said.
There is nothing unusual about the autumn breeze, the Queen Mother thought to herself.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Madam Cheng's autumn breeze makes Prince Qing shiver with chills."
It can make His Highness Prince Qing shiver with chills...
It can make King Qing shiver with chills!
The Queen Mother was startled, and immediately stood up uncontrollably.
After Cui Qinshi said this, the Queen Mother stood up, and the concubines were all startled. The emperor also sat up straight, looking surprised.
"What's wrong?" A concubine was puzzled and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Prince Qing is a fool, a fool who doesn't know how to be hungry, full, cold or hot."
The concubine turned around and saw the concubine's expression changing.
"...What a magical skill it is to be able to make a fool hear the sound of the piano that makes him feel cold." She said slowly, "It's so amazing to be able to make a fool hear the sound of the piano that makes him feel something in his heart."
Let the fool have feelings!
Only when there is a heart can there be perception.
Then if you listen to it a few more times, will the idiot become more interested?
She knew it!
The concubine's grip on the stove became tighter and tighter, and the Queen Mother's shouts rang in her ears.
"Quickly tell Wei Lang to enter the palace! Quickly tell Mrs. Cheng to enter the palace!"
Because the matter sounded a bit ridiculous, although the emperor was also surprised, he still kept his sense and only asked the prince of Jin'an to come in first.
Prince Jin'an, who hurriedly entered the palace, smiled after hearing the Queen Mother's inquiry.
"Empress, that's not treating Prince Qing." He said with a smile, "that's in Jingzhai."
"Then why does Prince Qing feel cold?" The Queen Mother asked, "That autumn breeze is so chilling. We will feel cold when we listen to it. Brother Six can feel it now. Isn't it about to get better?"
She couldn't help crying as she spoke.
Prince Jin'an knelt and took a step forward.
"Empress, no." He said.
"Why not? You kid, do you still want to hide this from the Ai family?" the Queen Mother said, wiping her tears.
"Your Majesty, if Brother Six cannot be cured, she is not treating him." Prince Jin'an said.
The imperial concubine sitting behind the crowd sneered in her heart and continued to pretend, let's see what you want.
"Then why does Sixth Brother feel cold?" the Queen Mother asked again.
"Your Majesty." Prince Jin'an sighed, "Ms. Cheng said that the sound of her piano is not for people to listen to."
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Note 1: "The Analects of Confucius"
I worked overtime until 10pm yesterday and could only update 4,000 words per update. (To be continued)
