The one hundred and eighty-third round

Qin Ying's bright eyes widened suddenly. At this time, she really wanted to see the silk book in her hand, what was written, just nine lines of words, it could cause Her Majesty to shout "Bold!" regardless of his majesty. ”

Li Shimin's face turned terrifyingly black for a while. He breathed unevenly and handed the handbook to Fang Xuanling on the left, and the old and serious Lord Fang was also stunned after reading this short seventy-eight words.

Uncle Eldest Sun tilted his head to look, and found that he couldn't see all the handwriting, so he reached out to take it. And Fang Xuanling's hands grasped the ground extremely tightly, and the two of them shared Lord Ouyang's handwriting without discussion, and almost tore it apart.

Uncle Eldest Sun Guo read it slowly, and his face changed from cordial to cold.

In the past, he and Ouyang had a holiday, but today he unintentionally caught Ouyang's short child, and Uncle Changsun naturally wouldn't let it go lightly. So he took the lead in attacking Ouyang: "What is the purpose of Lord Changshi writing this paragraph?" ”

"The minister's mind suddenly came to mind, and he recorded it with pen and ink." Ouyang put down the pen and said fluently. His eyes were clear and innocent, and as the initiator, he didn't know why the person sitting above him had suddenly become so strange when he read his handwriting.

Uncle Eldest Sun blew up his sparse beard and said, "What a disrespectful courtier dares to write such disrespectful words. After that, he bowed his hand to Li Shimin, "Your Majesty has to deal with this person strictly." ”

Li Shimin exhaled deeply. You could tell that he was suppressing the thoughts that he was about to explode.

"Your Majesty, aside from the content of the handwriting, Lord Ouyang's handwriting can be described as a unique in the world.

Fang Xuanling, who had always been sleek and sophisticated, pleaded, which startled everyone who was familiar with Lord Fang's nature. And Qin Ying knew that Fang Xuanling and Lord Ouyang had a good personal relationship, although she was surprised, she hid her love very well in her heart.

Li Shimin was just about to go online to Lord Ouyang, but when he heard the persuasion of his right-hand man, it was difficult to refute his face, swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach, and changed another set of words: "...... Circulate this silk book to everyone. ”

Since we say everyone, we naturally mean the people sitting and standing in the front hall.

Qin Ying also had the privilege of seeing Lord Ouyang's handwriting. I saw that the words on it were elegant and smart, quite the legacy of Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", but it was a little detached. Although she didn't know how to write and ink, when she was a small maid in Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang, she also practiced calligraphy with geisha on the spot.

After she looked at it carefully, she felt that the brushwork of this bucket was somewhat familiar.

In the end, I remembered that the geisha of Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang used Lord Ouyang's post as the basis for painting red.

But now Qin Ying has a genuine handwriting. In the bookstore painting room in the East and West City, you can buy a copy of the red post for a dozen copper plates at random.

Among the geisha in Zhonglu Pavilion of Pingkangfang, the one who is most obsessed with calligraphy is Zhaotan. Although she is good at writing poetry, her handwriting is not very good. Every time the geisha gambled on private money, she lost the most.

If Zhao Tan had learned that Qin Ying had now obtained Lord Ouyang's handwriting, and had even given him pulse and medicine in the past, he would probably faint with excitement.

After thinking about these inconsequential things, Qin Ying handed over the handwritten letter to the hairpin lady. Suddenly found that he hadn't paid attention to the content of the handwriting, so he turned his head sideways to look at the hairpin lady's hand, digesting these words into his mind, Qin Ying's face was as white as frost and snow: she seemed to know why Her Majesty was so angry.

Lord Ouyang's book is written like this:

Zhongni Mengdian, seventy two. King Zhou Jiuling, with less than 100. Peng Zuzi was raised, Fan was capricious, cut the surplus, and finally perished. There is no one to stop. He is not born and does not grow old, and he does not die when he is old. The form returns to the mound tomb, and the gods still suffer, the pain and poison are bitter, how can they be familiar with it. The retribution of good and evil will follow you like a shadow, and it will not be worse than two.

The meaning is roughly as follows: Confucius was seventy-two years old when he died, and King Zhou died in his nineties, and he did not reach the age of 100. Peng Zu raised him with funds, and Fan reappointed his temperament, only to pass half of the surplus, and finally fell into extinction. There is no thing or person in the world that can be stopped. There is no birth without aging, and there is no old without dying. The body is returned to the mound tomb, and the soul is still in the source. There is nothing to deeply understand about the pain and bitterness. The retribution of good and evil moves like a shadow, and there is no difference between the dots and the half.

If you put it in normal times, this is no problem. However, when Lord Ouyang was reviewing, he openly wrote posts with sensitive words about religion and religion. He used the example of the length of life of three people, and finally proved that karma is true. This makes His Majesty, who has never believed in Buddhism, very angry.

Sometimes people sit at a certain height and stay at that height for a while, and they become a little suspicious.

At this time, His Majesty fully suspected that Lord Ouyang wrote this post to imply that he had done too many evil things, even if he gained power and wealth for a while now, he would still be punished in the future.

Li Shimin did step on blood and human bones, so he was always afraid of the karma of Buddhism in his heart. In the past few years, he has paid for the support of Master Falin, but he does not believe in Buddhism, not because of his inner firmness, but because of his inner avoidance. He didn't want to face all the unbearable consequences of the future.

He has a fatal weakness in his heart.

When he saw Lord Ouyang's post pointing directly to his heart, he felt as if he had been knocked through the secret, and he couldn't restrain his panic and anger at all.

And most of these feelings are bluffs and fragile.

He usually tucked it in the dark, and when it was revealed, it was a very powerful spear.

Li Shimin's hands clenched into fists trembled a little, but his majestic and deep voice was still dripping: "If you don't want to do things in the Hanlin Academy, you can bring it up directly, and I will allow you to return to your hometown." ”

Lord Ouyang shook his head and didn't speak. He didn't know why His Majesty said that, and he didn't know what he was going to answer.

Qin Ying glanced at Lord Ouyang with her afterglow, and her heart was a little anxious. If Lord Ouyang didn't kowtow now, he hurriedly clarified that it was an unintentional clerical mistake on his part, and he might have suffered.

However, it seems that Lord Ouyang still doesn't understand how he annoyed His Majesty. It should be extremely difficult for Lord Ouyang to comprehend it on his own.

Then Qin Ying quietly observed the courtier's expression: Fang Xuanling frowned, Li Chunfeng looked flat, Uncle Eldest Sun looked like a bystander, and Hou Junji had a mocking expression.

Qin Ying spit on Hou Junji's face in his heart, then shook his sleeves and stepped forward, fell to Lord Ouyang's side, and cried: "Lord Changshi, don't leave me and wait, resign and leave the palace." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info (qidian.com) of Biquge to vote javascript:void(0);

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