In the palace, the emperor sat up in surprise and looked at the chamberlain in front of him.
"Yes, just now." the waiter said.
"Why did you faint so well?" the emperor asked, "Did you call the imperial doctor?"
"I called, I called, and the imperial doctor personally escorted him back to the house." The chamberlain said hurriedly, "It's nothing serious, just take a rest and you'll be fine."
The emperor then sat back with a sigh of relief.
"I told him to rest and rest, but he didn't listen." He said, raising his hand to press his forehead, "These loyal ministers love to gain a good reputation by trying to gain a good reputation, but they let me bear the reputation of being mean."
"Your Majesty, Feng Zhongcheng doesn't seem tired," the chamberlain said.
The emperor looked at him.
"She seems to be scared." The waiter hesitated and said.
Scared?
Who can scare this ghost judge?
"Feng Zhongcheng met Mr. Han and Mrs. Cheng at the gate of the palace." the chamberlain said.
The emperor was startled.
No way...
Could it be related to Mrs. Cheng again?
There was already an official who lost his temper when he saw her just now. There won't be another official who fainted with fright when he saw her, right?
What is this!
Han Chang followed the imperial doctor to Feng Lin's home, and the chamberlain who had led Feng Lin was called in.
"I don't know very well..." He knelt down and said, "At that time, Master Han greeted Master Feng first, and Master Feng returned the greeting to Master Han. He was originally going to leave, but later he saw Mrs. Cheng, and Master Feng said
It’s you…”
Is it you?
This sentence again?
"And then you said you were Mrs. Cheng?" the emperor couldn't help but ask.
The waiter was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"No, no." He said, "Then Mrs. Cheng replied it was me."
"What happens next?" the emperor asked.
"Then Mr. Feng bowed and went to talk to them. The servant... the servant stepped away," the chamberlain said.
The emperor glared at the servant.
At other times, you are most accustomed to peeking, but why do you know how to avoid it when it's serious?
"Later, Mrs. Cheng left. Master Feng and Master Han said a few words. I don't know what they said. Master Feng became very excited. Then Master Han pointed to the direction where Mrs. Cheng left. Master Feng said,
Fainted." The waiter said in one breath.
Is it really related to Mrs. Cheng?
The emperor frowned and seemed to have no choice but to ask Han Chang.
"Here comes Han Chang," he said.
The waiter hurriedly responded and retired.
At this time, the story of Feng Lin fainting in front of the palace gate had spread like the wind. Especially when he learned that Mrs. Cheng was present, the matter suddenly became more lively.
"It seems that ghosts are still afraid of gods."
"After this encounter, the Ghost Judge was so frightened that he fainted."
Although the officials and minor officials in the government office dare not talk openly about ghosts and gods, it is normal for them to joke about it.
For a time, all the rooms in the hall were discussing ghosts and gods.
This is indeed too ridiculous.
Gao Lingbo was a little angry and funny when he heard it.
"It's not as good as Xiaoli Liu." He said with a puff of his sleeves, "What a waste. It's useless for me to cheer for him and add fuel to the fire."
"Then what did Mrs. Cheng say? That scared him so much?"
"Sir, the only one that has been heard is that Feng Lin asked that it was you, and Mrs. Cheng answered that it was me." A subordinate said.
"What's so scary about this?" Gao Lingbo asked with a frown.
"As for the rest, only Han Chang, who was present at the time, knows about it," the subordinate said.
"Han Chang?" Gao Lingbo frowned, "Who is this?"
"This is the Panjiang County Magistrate, the one who predicted the solar eclipse." The subordinate said, "Because of his contribution in building canals, he was promoted to the Taicang Transportation Department, so he is here to meet him."
Predicting the solar eclipse, he was promoted because of his merits in building canals. This was very clever, and Gao Lingbo also understood it.
"Doesn't he recognize Mrs. Cheng?" he asked.
This little guy Han Chang was not noticed by anyone, so naturally they didn’t know what happened today.
"I'll go and inquire about it now," the subordinate said hurriedly.
"He doesn't matter. What matters is whether Feng Lin is useful or not." Gao Lingbo said.
"Sir, if Feng Lin really dies, then Mrs. Cheng is completely doomed." The subordinate laughed.
Regardless of whether it is intentional or unintentional, angering or frightening the current censor Zhongcheng to death, and the minister who is about to punish her, is different from plotting against Xiaoli Liu in private. In broad daylight, there is a cause and effect, and it is clear that as long as
If someone is taking advantage of her, the court will not tolerate her, and the people will definitely be horrified and afraid.
"That being said, I really hope Feng Lin is dead." Gao Lingbo said, looking at each other and his subordinates, both of whom burst out laughing.
"Han Chang has left the Feng family and is returning to the palace to give His Majesty's words." A follower outside the door reminded him in a low voice.
The subordinate stopped smiling and bowed to Gao Lingbo. Gao Lingbo nodded and watched him retreat.
In the middle of winter, as evening approached and the gloomy north wind blew, Han Chang still raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
What is this? he thought again.
"Master Han, hurry up." The chamberlain in front turned around and urged, "Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."
Han Chang hurriedly responded and quickened his pace on the imperial street. From the corner of his eye, he saw countless peeping eyes from both sides.
I think from now on, everyone in the imperial court in Beijing will know about Han Chang.
This kind of fame is really...
Han Chang shook his head and smiled bitterly, facing the wind and following the chamberlain into the palace gate.
The Qinzheng Palace was as warm as spring, and the palace lanterns had been lit.
"Master Han and Master Feng are old acquaintances?" the emperor asked.
"We met on the way to Beijing." Han Chang replied.
"What is Feng Zhongcheng's illness?" the emperor asked in a sudden change.
Han Chang sighed inwardly, he was not an imperial physician, and the emperor should not have asked Feng Zhongcheng about his illness. Since he had asked about it, it was not about his illness.
"Your Majesty, Feng Zhongcheng is mentally ill this time," he said.
really….
The emperor narrowed his eyes.
"Your Majesty, Feng Zhongcheng and Mrs. Cheng are old acquaintances." Han Chang continued.
The emperor was startled.
"Old acquaintance?" he asked.
Han Chang nodded.
"Not only is he an old acquaintance, but he is also the benefactor who saved his life." He said.
What?
The emperor was stunned.
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"...Said they are old acquaintances and have great kindness..."
"...Why are you so kind?"
"...Han Chang doesn't know either. He just heard Feng Zhongcheng say this. He will have to wait for His Majesty to ask Feng Zhongcheng for details..."
"...Feng Zhongcheng has been looking for a benefactor to repay his kindness, but he didn't expect that the person he shouted to kill was actually his benefactor..."
"...No wonder I fainted..."
It was dark at night, and with the constant noise coming from outside the Beifeng Gate, Lu Zheng put down the official document in his hand, stood up and opened the door.
Everyone outside the door immediately shut up.
"Lu Yushi." They saluted and said.
"It's windy today, so be careful everywhere, and act like you're on duty." Lu Zheng said calmly.
Everyone responded, "If you are busy, push me and I will push you away."
Lu Zheng did not enter the house, but stood on the corridor looking at the palace in front of him.
The emperor must not be able to sleep tonight.
But the emperor was not the only one who couldn't sleep.
Han Chang didn't know why he was so kind, and neither did the people who were talking about it, but he knew it clearly, and he heard it again just a day ago.
"And I, Feng Lin, am still alive now. This life is no longer my own... to repay that benefactor's great kindness."
"Moreover, she not only saved my life, but also taught me how to speak and be an official."
"How can she compare to my benefactor?"
"My benefactor is so generous and righteous, how can this woman who boasts about ghosts and gods be comparable to me!"
Thinking of this, Lu Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"This is really God's will." He murmured.
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The carriage was driving smoothly on the street, and the lights on both sides flickered in the wind, making the solemn Imperial Street even darker during the day.
There were not many people on the street, and the cars of officials leaving the palace and returning home passed by from time to time.
Han Chang lowered the car curtain and closed his eyes tiredly.
"Father."
Hearing anxious shouts, Han Chang opened his eyes suddenly and saw the bright and dazzling lantern. He quickly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the lantern had been moved away. In the night, Han Chang's anxious and worried face was in front of him.
"I actually fell asleep," Han Chang said, putting his arm on Han Yuanchao's arm and getting out of the car.
The cold wind blew against his face, and Han Chang couldn't help but shiver.
Han Yuanchao hurriedly put the cloak on his father and held up an umbrella with one hand.
"Is it snowing?" Han Chang asked, raising his head and extending his hand.
The cold wind mixed with cold ice shards hit my hands and face.
"It's snowing as expected." He murmured to himself.
"Father, come in quickly." Han Yuanchao reminded, lowering his umbrella to block the strong wind.
Walking into the room from the cold outside, the warmth on his face made Han Chang shiver again. Han Yuanchao had already closed his umbrella and took the tea soup from the boy. Han Chang drank it all in one gulp before his body became warm from the inside out.
He exhaled happily.
Although he was very anxious, Han Yuanchao still helped his father wash up and change his clothes. When he finished cleaning up and came out, the food was placed on the table.
Because he had an audience with the emperor in the morning, he didn't eat much because he was afraid of being disrespectful to the emperor. As a result, when this happened, he naturally didn't bother to eat lunch at Feng Lin's house. After leaving Feng Lin's house, he rushed to the palace, but the emperor didn't let him have dinner. At this moment
, Han Chang felt really hungry.
But looking at the food, I didn't have the appetite to eat it, so I took a sip of wine and ate a few bites of the food.
"Father, what happened?" Han Yuanchao asked.
Originally, the visit was said to be as short as a quarter of an hour or as long as an hour, and according to everyone's guesses, Han Chang fell into the short category. However, they did not expect that the visit lasted half a day, and he visited the palace three times to meet the saint.
Han Chang sighed, put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at his son.
"What happened in the Yuan Dynasty was not a big deal, but something ridiculous and sad," he said.
Ridiculous, sad?
Han Yuanchao looked at his father.
"They said something happened to Feng Zhongcheng?" he asked.
"Feng Zhongcheng's matter is the same as our matter." Han Chang said, "I guessed it right, this Madam Cheng is that lady. I saw her in the palace today."
Han Yuanchao was stunned for a moment and then understood.
"Father." His expression was also a little complicated. His father was very grateful to that lady. When he heard the maid saying no in Taiping Residence, he was really relieved. He just didn't expect...
When my father met the lady in the palace, he would have been very happy if he hadn't gone to Taiping Ju Ci shares, but it happened that he resigned first, and he did so in front of the lady.
How I must feel in my heart...a mixture of sadness and joy.
"Father, the child is unfilial and has made you suffer."
Han Yuanchao pushed aside a few cases, leaned over and saluted and said.
"My child will go to Mrs. Cheng tomorrow to apologize."
Hearing what he said, Han Chang laughed.
"I also said this to that lady, what do you think she said?" he said.
Han Yuanchao looked up at him and hesitated without speaking.
"She said you didn't treat her as a villain," Han Chang said, "so there's no need to apologize."
Han Yuanchao sat up straight, his expression changed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
She does understand herself...
There was a moment of silence in the room, the lights bursting out.
"Instead of apologizing, I should go and say thank you." Han Yuanchao finally said, raising his head and looking clear and calm.
Han Chang looked at his son, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
People with different paths do not seek each other. Everyone has his own persistence and choice. Although it is difficult to make a choice, you still have to choose.
"Oh, by the way, she said you were very kind to her." Han Chang thought of something and said, "What's going on?"
"Am I kind to her?" Han Yuanchao frowned and shook his head, "I have never seen her. Even if I got the shares in Taipingju, it was only her maid who met me. I have hardly left Suzhou in the past few years.
Apart from visiting relatives and friends, I only come to the capital... She is from Jiangzhou... She is a miracle doctor... A miracle doctor! Her surname is Cheng!"
After saying this, he suddenly sat upright.
"Father, it's her!" he shouted, "it's my aunt's savior!"
aunt!
Han Chang was startled and then suddenly realized.
"It turns out it's her, it turns out it's her." He said again and again. After saying this, he raised his hands and shook his head and sighed, "Oh, oh, then she is not only my benefactor, but also your aunt. Both parents of the family can benefit from her help.
This, this, this..."
Stop here.
"That's not right, she said it was because of your kindness to her." He said.
My kindness to her?
Han Yuanchao pondered again.
Have I ever seen her? Where did I get her kindness from? Aunt...
"Han Langjun, Han Langjun, why do you all treat my wife like this! Why do you all treat your wife like this!"
The little girl's loud crying and urgent questions with teary eyes could be heard in my ears.
"Lang Jun, Lang Jun...Thank you so much, Mr. Lang, for your help..."
A little girl ran from the door and raised her hands and shouted. As she got closer and closer, she finally saw her face clearly and merged with the crying girl.
It's her!
Han Yuanchao raised his head sharply.
"Ask him his name, and the kindness will be repaid in the future."
An indistinct rustling sound slowly passed by my ears.
It's her!
Oh my god, it's her!
Everything turns out to be this sentence!
"May I ask Mr. Lang what his name is?"
"Then Yuan Dynasty, is the word Gongzi?"
"The gentleman's chivalry is admirable."
It turns out it’s for this! Everything, it turns out that’s how it is!
"Young master is responsible for this."
The woman in front of him smiled at him and bowed.
So that’s how it is! That’s how it is! That’s how it is done!
Han Yuanchao stretched out his hand to hold the tables, only to feel his scalp numb and trembling.
