Outside the courtyard gate, Manager Cao took Cheng Ping and told him.
"Stop talking nonsense to my wife."
Cheng Ping shook off his hand.
"Do you think I am willing to talk to your wife?" He said, rubbing his hands again, "This time I saw your wife, I found that compared with before..."
At this point, he hesitated to speak.
"How did you find it?" Manager Cao asked nervously.
He hadn't been with his wife for such a long time, and he learned many things through letters, but what was written on paper was naturally not as personal as what he felt. The woman who was rejected by her relatives at the time was now the princess of the county, and he didn't dare to read more.
As he talked, he didn't know whether it was because he was unfamiliar with her or something else, but he also felt that his wife was different from before.
Cheng Ping turned to his side and raised his hand to cover himself and moved closer to him.
"Your wife looks even weirder." He whispered.
Manager Cao sighed, raised his hand and slapped him on the head.
"That's because you are weird!" Manager Cao said.
While the two were chatting, Banqin led Cheng Jiaoniang over. Manager Cao hurriedly saluted, then cast a warning look at Cheng Ping and watched them enter the hall.
"Actually, I have nothing to do in Beijing. Since I'm here, I'm here. I plan to resume my old career."
Cheng Ping spoke first with a smile.
"There are so many people in the capital, it's easy to earn a hundred cents a day, and I can have more free time to read."
In other words, he does not intend to attach himself to the Jin'an County Prince's Palace.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said yes.
"As you wish." She said with a salute.
Cheng Ping accepted her courtesy calmly.
"You can do whatever you want." He smiled, then looked at the respectful woman in front of him, "What do you want to say to me?"
Cheng Jiaoniang lowered her eyes and saluted.
"You have just arrived in Beijing. Did you know that Mr. Chen's daughter is the princess?" she said.
Cheng Ping was startled, and Ban Qin, who was sitting next to him, was also a little shocked.
Are you actually asking this?
"I heard a little bit," Cheng Ping said, "I just came here, and I heard someone said that the princess is destined to be the daughter of Mr. Chen's family. Getting married is a good thing."
"This incident is not a good thing." Cheng Jiaoniang said, telling what happened before Cheng Ping could react.
Cheng Ping's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he was surprised and a little excited to hear such secrets from the imperial court.
"So that's it." He said, sighing a little, "It's really not easy."
"Who do you think has difficulty?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Cheng Ping laughed.
"It's not easy, it's not easy," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked at him.
"Then do you think Mr. Chen did the right thing?" she asked.
Cheng Ping looked stunned again.
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"Just talk in the hall."
In the inner courtyard, Eunuch Jing lowered his head and spoke slowly.
"Your Highness, do you want to listen?"
This is the Prince's Mansion of Jin'an County. There are some places in this Mansion where people can overhear what you are saying.
"She was talking in the hall, that is to say, there is nothing to avoid. Since there is nothing to avoid, what else do you have to listen to?" Prince Jin'an threw the book back on the table and looked at it coldly.
He glanced at Eunuch Jing, "Do you still have this king in your eyes?"
Eunuch Jing hurriedly knelt down.
"Slaves don't dare." He lowered his head and said.
"It's okay if you don't dare. Remember, how you treat me is how you treat her." Prince Jin'an said slowly.
Eunuch Jing responded, stood up and left.
A waiter came quickly forward.
"We were talking about Xianggong Chen and asked the man whether what Xianggong Chen did was right or wrong..." he said in a low voice.
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Eunuch Jing raising his hand.
"Get out, get out," he said.
withdraw?
The little waiter was startled, then hurriedly responded, turned around and left, but was stopped by Eunuch Jing again.
"Keep the surrounding area clean," he whispered.
The little waiter understood and responded yes.
Watching the young chamberlain walk away, Eunuch Jing frowned.
Telling this inconspicuous guy about Chen Shao, and asking Chen Xianggong whether what he did was right or wrong?
It's so strange.
However, whether what Chen Xianggong did was right or wrong, how would that person answer?
"Don't talk about the rights and wrongs of others. Don't talk about the rights and wrongs of others." Cheng Ping smiled and waved his hands and said, "Besides, how can Mr. Chen's actions be judged right or wrong by others?"
Cheng Jiaoniang responded yes.
"Then, if you were Mr. Chen, would you do this?" she asked.
Cheng Ping laughed.
"Of course not." He said without hesitation.
Won't?
This time it was Cheng Jiaoniang who looked startled.
"Why not? Chen Xianggong did this for the sake of the Tao that he wholeheartedly pursues." She said, "I don't dare to cherish my life and have no hesitation in serving the Tao. Isn't that what the Tao should be?"
Cheng Ping laughed happily and sat down with his knees bent.
"What's the Tao?" He smiled, "And it's not for the sake of Tao."
Not for the Tao? Not for the sake of the Tao?
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"How could it not be?" she blurted out.
The way she looked made Cheng Ping's smile become a little sarcastic.
"Ah, I'm talking nonsense too." He said hurriedly, "This is just my own opinion."
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"No, your thoughts are our thoughts." She said hurriedly, "The prince is where he thinks the way of heaven is. For this way of heaven, we are willing to go through fire and water without regrets."
us?
This sentence does not seem to be talking about the same thing. He is one thing and we are another.
Cheng Ping let these two words pass by his ears and smiled as he watched the woman shake her head again.
"No, the prince is not his way. This way is not the way of heaven. This is not for the prince or anyone..." He smiled, and the words "or" quickly passed through his mouth, "This is just for myself, for myself.
How can what you seek be regarded as the way of heaven?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him with an expression that seemed anxious and confused.
"For ourselves? Sir, no, we are not doing it for ourselves..." she said urgently.
No, they, the Cheng family, are working for themselves, why are they doing this for themselves? If it is for themselves, why do they need to do this?
"Not for yourself? How could you do such an inhumane thing? If you lose your humanity, how can you talk about the way of heaven?" Cheng Ping said, his tone still relaxed.
humane?
"What is humanity?" Cheng Ping suddenly asked in a raised voice, "The reason why I am who I am..."
"...There must be gods." Cheng Jiaoniang followed her thoughts.
Cheng Ping was startled and didn't stop talking.
"...The reason why God kept me is because of the way." He said.
In addition to his voice, Cheng Jiaoniang's voice also continued.
"...The art of dragging the road, the method of paying attention, purity is the foundation, nothingness is the constant..."
After the words fell, the room was quiet for a moment.
"Madam is very understanding." Cheng Ping said with a smile.
What a good understanding.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled bitterly.
"Yes, there is a god, so I wholeheartedly seek the way of heaven and follow the way of heaven." She continued.
"The way of heaven?" Cheng Ping smiled again, "It has no roots, no way in or out, it can be heard but not revealed, visible but not explained, obtainable but not transmitted, usable but not expressible, you used the word "seeking", then
It’s no longer a high road.”
"Please?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and asked.
"There is no need to ask for the way of heaven. If you ask for it, it is for yourself." Cheng Ping said with a smile, reaching out and patting his heart, "For fame, power, and profit, you only have desires."
He chuckled when he said this.
"If you ask for anything, you will gain and lose. You deserve it. You ask for what you want, and there is no right or wrong. But don't think too highly of yourself, flaunt yourself too much, and just wear the name of Taoism.
Just coax yourself."
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up suddenly.
"No." She shouted, her face turned red, "No! We are following the way of heaven, we are in compliance with the way of heaven. It is the way of heaven, so we do this."
Banqin stood up tremblingly, not knowing what to do or what to do.
Cheng Ping stopped laughing.
"Only those who follow the way of heaven can do what they want? What? If you can see through the way of heaven, you can do whatever you want?" He said slowly, "That's not the way, that's just a technique!"
It’s not Tao, it’s art!
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Cheng Ping, her ears ringing like thunder.
It’s a technique! Not a Tao!
"We, the Cheng family, have been a wealthy family for generations."
"That's natural, because our Cheng family follows the way of heaven."
Because our Cheng family complied with the way of heaven, discerned the way of heaven, and acted in accordance with the way, we were able to gain fame and fortune, so we became famous and prosperous.
To become famous and prosperous, one must follow the way of heaven to keep the name and the family from being defeated. To follow the way of heaven, for the sake of fame, power, and profit, and for the prosperity of the endless Cheng family, one must pursue the new emperor and obtain support and great achievements.
See through the way of heaven, do whatever you want, use tactics, conform to the way of heaven, and promote the way of heaven.
It’s not Tao, it’s art!
It’s not Tao, it’s art!
Father! Wrong!
Cheng Jiaoniang fell to her knees, covered her face and cried.
Father! We were wrong!
Cheng Ping jumped up in fright and took a step back.
Look, it's here again, let's just say it's even weirder.
Although he didn't listen to what they said in detail, Cheng Ping left and Cheng Jiaoniang did not go back to the inner room but went to the school grounds. Prince Jin'an still knew.
"I cried again." Eunuch Jing said, "I was walking on the school grounds."
Prince Jin'an hesitated and finally did not get up.
"Then let her be alone," he said.
This silence lasted until dark. After returning from school, I went straight into the study room and didn't come out until dinner was set out.
"Madam said she won't eat anymore," Banqin said in a low voice.
Prince Jin'an looked at the cases before him and then at this girl.
"Don't you ever persuade her?" he asked with interest.
The prince of Jin'an County almost never talked to these maids, so Banqin was a little surprised to be asked about it.
"Yes." She nodded and said, and hurriedly explained, "My wife always does what she says and doesn't need to be persuaded."
Prince Jin'an smiled.
"Let the kitchen be prepared and you can cook it whenever you want to eat it," he said.
As the night grew darker, King Jin'an rubbed his eyes and threw down the book in his hand. Looking at the empty inner room, he felt so unaccustomed to it. He was hesitating whether to go to the study to see her when the door curtain rang. Cheng Jiao
My mother came in.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked when she saw him sitting on the bedside.
His voice was not hoarse, and his face was just a little pale. At first glance, he looked no different from before.
It's not good to be different, and you hide yourself again.
Prince Jin'an sighed inwardly.
"Waiting for you." He smiled and lay down, "Go and wash up quickly."
Cheng Jiaoniang went in without saying anything.
After the last light was extinguished, the room fell into darkness. Someone lay down next to him, and Prince Jin'an moved inside.
"If you're hungry, just say it and don't hold it in." He smiled, "The world is big and eating is a big deal."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person beside him turned over and reached out to hug him.
Hug him!
The prince of Jin'an County felt his body stiffen and his mind was confused. There was a warm dampness coming from the thin clothes, which made him come back to his senses.
"It's okay, it's okay." He stretched out his hand stiffly to pat the person leaning in front of him and said.
The person in his arms didn't speak or move, he just held him like that.
In the summer, you can clearly feel the coldness around her chest.
Prince Jin'an raised his hand and hugged Cheng Jiaoniang to his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay." He continued, and the stroking movements with his other hand gradually became skillful and relaxed, feeling a little worried but also a little unconcealed joy in his heart.
Some people will not let others see or approach them when they are injured. They are like injured beasts. They are more alert than when they are not injured. They will never show their wounds to others, but choose to hide.
Heal yourself, like him and her.
But at this time, this obviously injured woman hugged him and was willing to share her sorrow with him.
Is this all because of that Cheng Ping?
It’s not bad that this person has arrived!
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Note: The above discussion comes from Yan Junping's "Laozi Zhigui"
Three thousand five hundred words, no update for a long time, sorry.
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