On the outskirts of Nanding City, in the Qiankun Tea House, an old storyteller is sitting in the middle of the lobby, talking about the third brew of tea on the case in front of him, Nanding City is an important border town, and the suburbs of the city are far away from the emperor of Tiangao, and there are many learned people in the south of the capital, so the storyteller is also open-mouthed, and the political and anecdotal people are all in his belly.

It is said that Xiao Jingming has been on the throne for more than a year, and the Nanyuan on Fengyan Mountain outside Yong'an City has been completed under the supervision of the Ministry of Industry.

It is said that during the construction of Nanyuan, Xiao Jingming went out of the palace many times to check the process, changed the drawings several times, and the project also experienced several iterations, and the building materials used in Nanyuan were not taken from the foot of the western residence mountain. ”

"Why did you choose there! Isn't there ready-made wood near Yong'an City! ”

After listening to the old man's words, everyone couldn't help but ask. The old man smiled slightly, and continued.

"Zheng Gong, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, was born in Yin, the emperor's business, how can he not be a courtier!"

As the storyteller said, Zheng Gong confessed as appropriate, personally wrote a letter to his hometown and sent it to his hometown, the residents around the mountain have abandoned farming, cut down in the mountains, countless towering trees dug out of the ground, knives and axes fly under the mountain, the sound of stout men waving knives and breaking wood is endless night and night, the broken tree trunks are like tombstones, and finally the rows of blocks are built into log piles, which are pulled by old carts and horses, and all of them are sent to Fengyu Mountain.

"Although this is the first large-scale construction project after Xiao Jingming ascended the throne, it did not make the thin treasury have a greater burden, halfway through the project, Bai Maojiang, the head of the household department, was in charge of all the accounts of Nanyuan, and accidentally found a flaw, and then Tian Lang, the head of the Ministry of Works, was imprisoned for lying about the cashier."

The old man grabbed the teapot again and poured a sip of tea into the spout.

"Oops! This is terrible, Tian Lang was a princeling earlier, and it seems that our new emperor is going to start purging political enemies. ”

"After all, he is not the eldest son, nor is he a ****, although his brother is imprisoned, he is still the prince of the first emperor, this emperor's position, he is not stable!"

The old storyteller paused, not in a hurry to continue, but let the audience talk freely, in fact, the art of storytelling pays attention to one go, but also pays more attention to pause, stopping at the place of stopping, it is just right.

"Just as the two sons here said! Since the accident of Na Tian Lang, the government and the opposition have set off a wave of corruption, His Majesty the Emperor has acted vigorously and resolutely, and to this day, there have been two fallen in the first rank of the dynasty. As for the officials below, those who took risks back then will be dismissed and raided sooner or later......"

The old man stroked the beard that was dragging his chin, and by the way, he wiped the tea that fell on his beard when he was drinking tea with his hands, looked at the length of the shadow of the sun's oblique light, and thought that the time was almost up, and got up to prepare to thank the guests.

"Mr. Zhang, cut slowly! Today we haven't heard of the enjoyment, sir stay! ”

Seeing that the few people who were talking about it just now spoke up, the storyteller smiled and said: "It's just that if the old man comes home late, the mother-in-law who cooks will make a mess!" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the Qiankun Tea House, and another listener who looked like a boy laughed and said loudly: "Mr. Zhang, let's go on!" The money will not be less with you, Xiao Er, give Mr. Zhang a new pot of tea! ”

The storyteller sat down immediately, Xiao Er came with ready-made hot water and a teapot, opened the teapot, the tea leaves in it had been washed, and the pot was not cooled, and the boiling hot water scalded out the fragrance of the tea.

The old man still put his head down, and his nose followed the trajectory of the steam flying upward, and it also turned into an upward arc.

"Hmmm! Good tea, good tea! The son is kind and charitable, and there will be blessings! The old man will fight for disapproval, and then talk about the affairs of the emperor's old man! ”

The audience applauded, and then the old man stretched out his hand and pressed it down a few times, and the audience regained their peace.

"In other words, our Emperor His Majesty is really ...... to the crown prince Xiao Jingcheng."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing everyone's eagerness, the old man said slowly: "It's just enough to put your brother under house arrest in the palace, but with my brother's previous favorite concubine in the harem, Ri Shengge is about to fall into the hands of future generations, right?" ”

The old storyteller's eyes quickly swept over the audience in the hall, Zhongyuan was originally educated and civilized, and Nanding was famous for humanistic education, so the subjects here knew etiquette and etiquette. Hearing that Xiao Jingming seized his brother and sister-in-law, the faces of all the listeners showed disdain.

"And the Nanyuan mentioned before is said to be extremely luxurious, and the construction costs are all taken from the people's fat and people's ointment! I think that the Central Plains is picturesque, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, but in the past few decades, the people will inevitably ...... this extravagant emperor."

Before the old storyteller's words were finished, he saw a man in armor walking straight towards him from a distance.

"Forcibly occupy my brother and sister-in-law, usurp the throne, how can such an unfaithful and unfilial person deserve to sit on the throne of the Ninety-Five!"

An angry bookish man who looked thin rose up, and then the people around him responded.

"Yes, I am the state of etiquette in the Central Plains, the emperor is the true son of the dragon, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, so arrogant and lascivious, the world is afraid of chaos!"

The old man saw that the man in armor was not deliberately causing trouble, and there were many officials supporting him, so he said energetically.

"There is one more thing that you have never heard of, and those who have many ears and eyes in the nations are like old and decrepit, and they only know one or two."

"Mr. Zhang, come quickly! Is there anything more ridiculous about the faint king? ”

The old man smiled slightly, "The reason why this current saint was able to obtain the throne is because he controls it with the help of extraordinary people, which is why the wind of cultivating immortals has been flourishing in recent years!" ”

The crowd immediately made a statement of deep understanding. The bookish man just now got up immediately, almost slapping the case.

"I think I have been talented in Nanding City for thousands of years, and I am not the first in the world to educate loyalty, and now there is no sound of reading in the private school in Nanding City, no credit for trading in shops, no ridges in farmland, and no ministers in the court. Every household is confused by cultivating immortals and cultivating the Dao, such troubled times ......"

"Arrest him! Lie to confuse the public, pull me back and put me in prison! ”

The man just now spoke impassionedly, based on the fact that no one was aware of the defense army of Nanding City.

"Hah! Xiao Jingming, he arrested me today, can he catch the whole world in the future? Perversely, the world is declining, and the country will die soon! ”

"Shut his mouth up for me!" Lin Feng, the head of the leading city defense army, was also in charge of security on the outskirts of the city, and there was no sound in the tea house under the fierce words.