Dare to expel the people on a snowy night, dare to let Tianziwei pour wine for him, and dare to drive a stagecoach to pull a cart for his family.

These three sentences were thrown out, and even the unrelated Han Yuanchao father and son felt cold.

What kind of people would dare to do this?

What kind of people can do that?

And what happens to those who do so?

There was a former prime minister who was drunk and laughed and asked Tianziwei to untie his sword and pour wine, even if he was deeply trusted by the emperor, he finally couldn't stop the impeachment of the imperial historian and had to resign and let go.

There are also those who are used by opponents to expel people and eventually lose their positions because they praise the snow scene.

There are even military generals who forcibly pulled a cart of grain from their own family and were killed.

Doing one of these three things can cause trouble, let alone having all three of them.

Of course, this is not to say that those who do this are all dead ends, but there are many people who have done this since ancient times, and the people are not surprised, and the officials turn a blind eye, and they do not harm others.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and there are fears of exceptions to everything.

Han Yuanchao and father and son glanced at each other, this official didn't know whether he was turning a blind eye or being nosy?

"Oh, Lord Feng, Lord Feng..."

Yi Cheng chased after him from the inside and shouted, holding a thick cloak in his hand.

“… It's windy, you put this on. ”

"What is not mine, Feng Lin does not dare to accept it." The middle-aged man said, urging the horse to go.

"Thank goodness the ghost judge is finally gone."

"My lord, we didn't burn down our post this time."

"Shut your mouth, are you waiting to burn it again?"

The post man and the post guards laughed and went in.

Feng Lin!

Han Yuanchao's father and son looked surprised and looked at each other again.

"It turned out to be Feng Lin." Han Yuanchao said, looking at the figure in the distance on the main road.

Two years ago, Feng Lin, the judge of the Third Division, was ordered to investigate Taicang Road. First, he was set on fire at the post station and wanted to harm him. Feng Lin, who was immortal, carried the coffin and stationed on Taicang Road. The case of the money and grain of the transfer department has been investigated for a full year and a half, and there are no less than 100 officials involved, and the imprisoned one committed suicide by breaking his family, and for a time the entire Taicang Road wailed and shed countless blood and tears, so people borrowed his official position and sent him to the nickname Ghost Judge.

"It turns out that he has also been transferred to Beijing." Father Han said, shaking his head and laughing again, "Then Lord Cheng is unlucky this time." ”

The deeds were seen with their own eyes. This Feng Lin listened to the people's nonsense in the hall all night, obviously provoked, otherwise he would not have said such a thing.

"It seems that Lord Feng has something to do when he enters Beijing." Han Yuanchao said, while also turning over the horse, "Merit with the country..."

He also read it slowly, his face solemn.

"Obviously there are divine weapons, but they are sacrificed after being redressed, how can this be meritorious to the country?"

"It is not enough to be a scholar." [Note 1]

Cheng Er, who had changed to a fat stagecoach and galloped, didn't know that he was in trouble, and people who were far away in the capital naturally didn't know. A thin layer of snow on the street was melted before the snow stopped.

The front of Cheng's house by the Yudai Bridge has already been cleaned, and it is full of people as always. Some people sit on felt cushions in luxurious clothes, others squat in ragged clothes and hold branches, or old faces from previous days, and some new faces with curious faces.

Qin Shisanlang stood outside, raising his hand to draw in the void while watching.

"It's cold, and the ink can't be dissolved, so it's better to build a shed or find a hall."

When the practice dispersed, Qin Shisanlang entered the door and looked at Cheng Jianniang, who had taken the hand stove from Banqin and warmed her hands, and said.

Cheng Jianniang shook her head.

"I didn't want to teach words." She said.

That's writing for the sake of writing.

"I'm afraid you'll be cold." Qin Shisanlang hurriedly said.

Cheng Jianniang looked up at him and nodded with a smile.

"It's thick, and it's just finished shooting." She said, stretching out her hand and shaking it in front of her, "It's not cold." ”

The slender hand looks white at first glance, but when you look closely, the strangulation marks and calluses on it are obvious.

It was the first time Qin Shisanlang had seen such a woman's hands, whether it was his mother and sisters, or the close maids, they were all soft and white and delicate as jade, dyed nails, and wore rings and bracelets.

Such a plain and even a little rough hand turned out to be so good-looking.

"By the way, you see, the knife that Saturday Lang sent me." He thought of something and said as he untied the knife he had with him.

Cheng Jianniang stretched out her hand to take it and looked at it seriously.

"I don't like inkstones." Qin Shisanlang said suddenly.

Banqin looked up at him, looking a little surprised.

Cheng Jianniang didn't look up and continued to look at the knife in her hand.

"And what do you like?" She asked.

"The dim sum tea you make is good for anything, anyway, I don't like inkstones." Qin Shisanlang said.

Cheng Jianniang nodded and put down the knife in her hand.

"Okay, I'll send snacks and tea next time." She said.

Qin Shisanlang looked at her, and there was silence in the room.

Cheng Jianniang stretched out her hand and pushed a plate of dim sum in front of her and glanced at him.

Qin Shisanlang sat upright for a moment, stretched out his hand to pick it up and ate it, there was not much of a plate, and soon he ate it all and drank all the tea in front of him.

"You didn't do it." He said again.

Cheng Jianniang smiled slightly.

"I gave it to you." She said.

"I don't want that." Qin Shisanlang said.

"Then what do you want, tell me." Cheng Jianniang said with a smile.

Banqin on the side was stunned, and couldn't help but look at Qin Shisanlang in a daze.

He's in... Angry? Still is... Coquetry?

The word coquettish came out, Banqin shivered by herself, thinking about something, she was busy pouring tea for Qin Shisanlang.

"I invited you to my house for a banquet, will you go?" Qin Shisanlang said.

Cheng Jianniang shook her head.

"No, no." She said with a smile.

Qin Shisanlang looked at her for a moment and smiled.

"I knew you weren't going." He smiled, "You won't go for no reason, and when I pass the exam, I can invite you to go, right?" ”

Cheng Jianniang looked at him.

"So, do you want to send snacks and tea?" She asked.

Qin Shisanlang snorted and laughed, and immediately laughed.

"Yes." He laughed.

When I returned home and picked up a pen to write a letter to Liulang. Qin Shisanlang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this conversation. While continuing to write on the paper.

“…… Sulking for a few days. I was amused by her innocent appearance and words again, it's really a helpless thing, ah, I know what you're going to say, of course you can't help it, I've been angry with her. ”

But I finally said it, and she coaxed me. It's a strange word to coax me..."

He stopped again, pinched the barrel of the pen, and thought about it, yes, it really seemed to be coaxing.

“… Just like that time when you and I were in a hurry to kiss her, and she gave us two boxes of snacks, I know, you're going to laugh, aren't you? What are you laughing at......"

"Thirteen, what are you laughing at?"

A female voice came from the side, and Qin Shisanlang paused. Looking up, he looked up at his mother with her hands under the porch and looked at him with a smile.

"Mother. I'm writing a letter to Liulang. Qin Shisanlang said.

Madam Qin grinned.

"You can laugh like this when you write a letter to that silly boy at Liulang?" She laughed, "What a flower must have bloomed on that Liulang's face." ”

Qin Shisanlang laughed.

"Mother, don't tease me, I'm very busy, and I still have to read after writing the letter." He pretended to be serious.

"I'm not kidding you." Mrs. Qin said with a smile, "I heard that you have been restless in the past few days, sighing and laughing in the spring and autumn, and I didn't worry about it, so I came to see it, and I thought that you were also sick like the Cui Qin Master in the palace." ”

Qin Shisanlang shook his head as he listened, and was a little curious when he heard the last sentence.

"Master Cui Qin? Didn't his father ask him to play the piano? What's wrong? He asked, "What disease?" ”

"Lovesickness." Mrs. Qin said.

Lovesickness?

Qin Shisanlang was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Mother, is there anyone like you who slander your son?"

Madam Qin's laughter resounded in the courtyard.

But at this time, the queen mother who heard this word in the palace couldn't laugh.

"Lovesickness? It's worth it! If you are bad or bad, go out of the palace quickly! ”

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows and shouted.

"No, no, no." The waiter hurriedly said, "Niangniang, Cui Qinshi's lovesickness is not a person, it is the sound of the piano." ”

The Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief, but still raised her eyebrows.

"Nonsense." She exclaimed, "Is this nonsense? ”

The attendants hurriedly bowed their heads and confessed their sins.

"What the hell is going on?" The Queen Mother asked.

"Speaking of which, it has something to do with the King of Jin'an." The chamberlain laughed.

The Queen Mother was about to speak, and someone spoke first.

"What's wrong with Jin'an?"

The emperor walked in slowly from outside the door, and the concubines in the hall gave salutes one after another.

The Emperor untied his cloak and sat down beside him, looking like he was smiling.

"What's wrong with Jin'an?" He asked again, his gaze swept over the concubine under the Queen Mother.

The concubine lowered her head as if she hadn't seen it, and the hand on her lap clenched the hand stove.

When Cui Qinshi was brought, his face was pale, his eyes were blank, although the qinists did not pay much attention to their appearance, but in the end, they were the servants in the palace, and they would not look too bad, and suddenly saw Cui Qinshi like this, and the emperor, queen mother, and concubines in the palace were all startled.

"The slave has seen His Majesty's mother."

Cui Qinshi knelt down and kowtowed, his voice trembled, and the whole person almost lay on the ground, and he didn't seem to be able to get up after the salute.

"You are a luthier yourself, how can you still be fascinated by the sound of the piano?" The Queen Mother frowned and asked.

The Emperor smiled.

"It's a luthier, that's why I'm fascinated." He said, "Because you are proficient, you will be fascinated, and other people will only think it is good when they hear it, but the pianist will also want to know why it is good, how it is good, so it is easy to get lost when you think about it." ”

Master Cui Qin kowtowed.

The Queen Mother and the others laughed.

"That lady really plays so well?" She asked, pausing and then asking, "Did you deliberately play it to Wei Lang?" ”

"Yes, Niangniang, I said that it was for His Royal Highness Qinyin to clean the house." The chamberlain said with a smile, "Your Highness didn't let the servants play again after listening to it, saying that they were afraid of disturbing this good piano sound." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Net house...

"He also said that he was not a disciple of Dao Ancestor." The Queen Mother muttered, "Even the house will be clean, do you still have to look at feng shui ......?"

The Emperor coughed lightly.

"You guys sound good, too?" He asked the chamberlain to get over the subject.

"The slave doesn't understand this, it sounds quite hilarious." The chamberlain said with a grin.

"Lively?" The Queen Mother asked. "It's not a lute. How to play the excitement? ”

"It's not a boisterous play." The chamberlain laughed. "It was very lively at the time, the slaves and maids were talking, the servants here were laughing, and King Qing was also making trouble..."

In other words, no one listens at all, everyone should do what they should do, and they can't even attract people, what is this called?

So many people are not fascinated, but Cui Qinshi is fascinated by it because it sounds good?

Did you see that Cheng Niangzi?

That Cheng Niangzi is indeed a beauty....

Several concubines looked at each other, raised their sleeves and pursed their lips and smiled. The Queen Mother's face is not good-looking.

Cui Qinshi is lost at this age, so what about her young man who has not yet come into contact with the female king of Jin'an?

The Emperor was obviously a little surprised, and he thought that the sound of this lady's piano was like her wine, and everyone who heard it was fascinated and listened to it.

"Master Cui Qin, aren't you really sick?" The Queen Mother said, "If you are sick, let the imperial doctor see what it is, don't make a fuss about the gossip in the palace." ”

Master Cui Qin kowtowed.

"Niangniang, the slave doesn't dare to talk nonsense." He said in a trembling voice, "Cheng Niangzi's piano is exquisite. ”

"How subtle? Bai Xiangshan's poems were praised by the old women in the market as exquisite, and the sound of Cheng Niangzi's piano only attracted you, the pianist, to fascination. How can it be called subtle? The Queen Mother said.

Cui Qinshi raised his head, his originally godless eyes shining.

". Cheng Niangzi's piano sound makes the slave and maid not notice the fingering," he said.

The layman looks at the lively insider's doorway, others listen to the piano and listen to the sound, the pianist can't help but want to fingering skills, and the pianist doesn't want to finger when he hears the qin, which shows that the piano sound skills are superb and intoxicating, so that the violinist can't be distracted and indulged.

The Queen Mother was slightly relieved, but still frowned.

Why don't others enter the heart, only into the heart of your Cui Qinshi? Or maybe there's her Wei Lang......

The voice of the trio violinist rang out.

"Also, Cheng Niang is playing in the autumn wind." He said.

The autumn breeze is nothing unusual, the Queen Mother said in her heart.

"Your Majesty, Niangniang, Cheng Niangzi's autumn breeze makes King Qing shiver and chill."

It can make His Royal Highness King Qing shiver and chill....

Can make King Qing shiver and chill!

The Queen Mother was stunned, and then stood up in a gaffe.

The Queen Mother stood up at Cui Qinshi's words, and the concubines were startled, and then saw that the emperor also sat up straight, looking surprised.

"What's wrong?" Some concubines were puzzled and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"King Qing is a fool, a fool who doesn't know hunger, cold, heat, cold and heat."

The concubine turned her head to look and saw that the concubine's expression changed.

“… What a miracle it would be to make a fool hear the sound of a piano that feels cold. She said slowly, "I can make even a fool hear the sound of the piano that is still perceived in his heart." ”

Let the fools, have perception!

Only when there is a heart can there be a perception.

Then if you listen to it a few more times, will a fool be able to have a heart?

She knew it!

The concubine's hand stove became tighter and tighter, and the queen mother's shout sounded in her ears.

"Quickly pass Wei Lang into the palace! Quickly pass that Cheng Niangzi into the palace! ”

Because things sounded a little ridiculous, although the emperor was also surprised, he still had his senses, and only let people pass the king of Jin'an in first.

King Jin'an, who hurriedly entered the palace, listened to the Queen Mother's inquiry and smiled.

"Niangniang, that's not treating King Qing." He laughed, "That's in the Pure House." ”

"Then how can King Qing feel cold?" The Queen Mother asked, "The autumn wind is cold and cold, we will feel cold when we hear it, and the sixth brother can feel it now, isn't it okay?" ”

She couldn't hold back her tears as she spoke.

King Jin'an knelt down and took a step forward.

"Mother, no." He said.

"Why not, you kid, do you still have to hide it from the mourning family?" The Queen Mother wiped away tears and said.

"Niangniang, the sixth brother can't be cured, and she is not treating him." King Jin'an said.

The concubine sitting behind the person sneered in her heart, and then pretended, to see what you wanted.

"Then why does Sixth Brother feel cold?" The Queen Mother asked again.

"Mother." The King of Jin'an County sighed, "Cheng Niangzi said that her piano sound is not for people to hear. ”

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Note 1: The Analects of the Constitution

Yesterday, I worked overtime until 10 o'clock in the evening, and I could only change 4,000 words. (To be continued......)