Good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years.
These two sentences are very reasonable.
What is a good person? Yun Zheng generally calls people who can suffer losses, can suffer losses, and can afford to suffer losses, called good people.
We pursue a woman with all our heart and soul, wishing we could give the whole world to her, but when she falls into the arms of evil people and says to us - you are a good person, this is the only reward for all your hard work.
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When we searched hard and exhausted, we finally made a deal. When we signed the contract, we suddenly realized that this business seemed to cause certain harm to society. We immediately stopped writing and turned around.
Leave. At this time, flowers will fall from the sky, God will praise you in the sky, and a gorgeous hat will fall from the sky and be placed on your head, with four big words written in gold on it - you are a good person.
Injury, sorrow, pain, harm, betrayal, and killing are actually closely related to the word good person and are inseparable. This is the original sin of a good person.
The so-called evil people refer to a general term for those who hurt others, exploit others, kill others, humiliate others, rob others and destroy others.
Looking through the annals of history, there is not a single truly good person in the emperor chapter except for a few idiots. According to Mr. Li Zongwu’s opinion, no one can win the throne unless he is thick-skinned and evil-hearted.
Then from the following chapters about princes, generals and ministers, I can’t find a single good person. The reason why they leave their names here is entirely because their skin is not thick enough and their hearts are not dark enough.
If we take away the human skin they are wearing, we will find that this is a world composed of ghosts and monsters.
The lower the status, the kinder the heart - this is the law of nature, and it cannot be changed. Don't believe that those heroes who come out to fight the world with bare buttocks are good people. That's because when you look at them, they have just turned the corners of their mouths.
The blood stains were wiped away.
Evil people are much more pure than good people. The world in their eyes is particularly real because it is not covered by expectations and hopes.
When we come from the illusory world to the real world, all the conspiracies and conspiracies in the world are clearly displayed in front of you as if they were illuminated by the sun.
"I never hesitate to make people think more viciously! So until I get the most terrifying true description of the world, I will stay in Tokyo.
As soon as I step out of Tokyo, it means that the war has begun..."
When Yun Zheng finished saying this, bursts of crying came from the backyard, and Wang Anshi seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Yun Zheng took the yellow chrysanthemum from his chest and placed it on the table in front of Wang Anshi, saying softly: "My lord, my condolences!"
Because he was old and thin, Wang Anshi's cheekbones looked very high, which made him look a bit clumsy when viewed from the side. He did not look at the yellow flower and said in a harsh voice: "Autumn is the time when war horses are getting fat, and it is also the time when war horses are getting fat."
It is the time when I put the autumn grains of the Song Dynasty into storage. It doesn’t matter if I don’t fight at this time, but the time limit is only two months.
When the Song Dynasty completed its Autumn Fu, no matter whether we were prepared or not, the war had to begin. People across the country were waiting for this war that had been longed for for five years. We could not wait any longer.
, all the energy has been lost..."
Wang Anshi shouldn't have said this. The final concluding speech should have been made by Ping Zhangshi Pang Ji. However, Wang Anshi was already in a state of confusion because of the death of his beloved son, so he couldn't help but state the bottom line they had discussed.
come out.
At this time, no one would accuse Wang Anshi of overstepping his bounds. He stepped forward and softly comforted this old man who had just lost his beloved son.
It is no longer appropriate to talk about national affairs on such an occasion, let alone stay in the Wang family as guests. At this time, the Wang family should have started setting up mourning tents and wearing mourning robes.
It was still afternoon when we came out from Wang's house, and the sun had finally become hotter. The sunlight was shining on the damp ground, and water vapor invisible to the naked eye was evaporating. The carriage had only walked for a short while, and Yun Zheng's face was covered with sweat.
After eating several bowls of iced cheese, he felt better. Yun Zheng urged the coachman to drive the carriage home quickly. He needed to take a shower at this time.
In fact, Yunzheng's need to take a bath had little to do with the weather. The main reason was that the lice running around Wang Anshi's neck made him unbearable.
Just now, I was closest to Wang Anshi, and there was a small ottoman between the two of them. God knows if those lice would crawl out of Wang Anshi's clothes and then crawl over the ottoman to get on my body.
After this thought arose, Yun Zheng felt a severe itching all over his body. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the hem of his clothes, trying to find something suspicious.
The carriage finally ran back home. When Yun Zheng arrived in the backyard, he immediately asked Ge Qiuyan to prepare bath water for him, and the hottest kind.
Yun Zheng grinned and got into the water. He messed up his hair immediately and asked Ge Qiuyan to take a good look at whether there were any lice in his hair.
"Husband, there are no lice. You have always been clean. How come you have those dirty things on your body?" Ge Qiuyan said after checking almost every hair of her husband's hair.
"Look again, I was too close to Wang Anshi just now, and I saw lice lining up in Wang Anshi's neck to suck blood. God knows if those things will come to me."
Ge Qiuyan got goosebumps when Yun Zheng said it. He rubbed his arms back and forth involuntarily, and quickly re-examined his hair. As long as he found one of those things in his hair, he would find countless of them in less than two days...
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Later, Ge Qiuyan was worried that she might also be infected, so she simply took off her clothes and got into the bathtub. The couple checked each other's bodies for lice. Their hair was a mess, and there was no sense of charm at all.
Seeing his clothes turned into ashes with his own eyes, Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the recliner in his underwear and taught Lu Qingqing seriously.
"Stay away from Wang Anshi's wife when you meet her in the future. If she is harmed by lice, I would rather set the house on fire."
Lu Qingqing smiled and said: "I thought you and Qiu Yan were going to do something just now and planned to come over and watch, but who knew that it would be really boring for two people to hide in the bathtub and catch lice.
Also, I just want to ask, how do you know Mrs. Wang has lice on her body?"
Yun Zheng glanced at his wife who had a wicked look on her face and said disdainfully: "Wang Anshi's body is infested with lice. Even if his wife takes eighty baths a day, she will still be covered with them.
Think about it, Wang Anshi has skin diseases, and Wang Yu has tuberculosis. I am very surprised how Wang can live well to this day and give birth to two sons and a daughter to Wang Anshi. It is really amazing.
People!"
Lu Qingqing sighed and said: "Husband, Wang Yu is dead. You should not make trouble with him regardless of emotion or reason. My second uncle just looked up to the sky and sighed and said that God is jealous of talents, so you can't look sad. This way
If you do, you won't be so lonely in the court."
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "Wang Anshi can handle it. Just now he knew clearly that his son had passed away and he still talked to me about things in the court. Wang Anshi would never collapse so easily.
The destiny is not enough to be feared, the ancestors are not enough to follow the law, and the words of people are not enough to show sympathy. Wang Anshi's character is fearless, and this blow is nothing to him."
Lu Qingqing raised her hand and twisted her husband's hand and said bitterly: "You are just a heartless person. You can tell a story about Wang Anshi's tragic incident of white-haired man giving away his black hair."
"That's because I plan to continue to be a bad person from now on. I have been a good person for five years. Look, I am imprisoned in Tianlao, assassinated, and have my door plaque broken. It is most annoying.
What’s more, you’d rather have people use our family’s hands as stationery, and if you don’t kill anyone for a few years, do you really think that anyone in my Yun family can be a soft persimmon?”
Lu Qingqing tied up Yun Zheng's scattered hair and made it into a big woman's bun. He took a hairpin from his head and put it on and said with a smile: "If you shave off your short beard, it will look like this."
It seems to be more beautiful than my concubine.
You have such a soft and soft temperament, you can take it and shape it into various shapes. How can you always act like a hero at home?"
"Porcelain becomes porcelain when mud is burned with fire. That stuff is harder than iron. Speaking of which, one of my places has started to harden. Do you want to take a look?"
"Pooh!"
Not long after, everyone in Tokyo knew about the news of Wang Yu's death. After all, he was the third most talented person in Tokyo, which makes people feel a little sad when talking about it.
However, Wang Yu was frail and always sick. He had not been to a brothel many times and had few good friends. Therefore, there were not many prostitutes who came to pay filial piety to him.
In the Song Dynasty, there were no poems to express condolences, which was a kind of sadness for a talented and famous person. So Wang Anshi wrote several poems for his son to make up for the loss. The poem that Yun Zheng went to Wang's house to recite also spread like wildfire and was passed down.
are all over Tokyo.
When Yun Er came back from Wang's family to pay filial piety, he heard several brothel singers singing the poem written by Yun Zheng along the way. Wang Anshi was determined to make his son the most tragic talent in the Song Dynasty.
Yun Zheng had gone to Wang's house, and Yun Er also went to pay homage to his friends. Then it was Lu Qingqing's turn to go out and comfort the two Mrs. Wang, one old and one young.
After coming back, Lu Qingqing took off her plain dress and put on her favorite rose red dress again, and then she said sadly to Yun Zheng: "Husband, the prince has ordered that the little Wang family can marry another man after he has reached the age of filial piety. You
Does he still have a human heart?"
"You are the one who is unpopular. You want an eighteen-year-old woman to remain a widow until she is eighty? You are only happy when a good flower turns into a dead tree. Wang Anshi did nothing wrong in this matter.
Although his original intention was not like this, it can still be regarded as a mistake.” (To be continued)