The emperor watched the fragrant leaf crown he had worked so hard to weave become what it is today, and his heart was angry, and by the way, he remembered that some time ago, he was so excited that he gave the fragrant leaf crown that his tired fingers hurt to Lord Shoufu Chen, and he actually refused to wear it because the court officials should pay attention to the instrument.

Hmph, what does he mean! Didn't he just want to say that he, the emperor, was the Son of Heaven, so he shouldn't wear the Xiangye crown?

What is the Son of Heaven! What an emperor! What is the Lord of the world!

Chen Ge Lao, everyone knows that he is the first assistant minister, everyone listens to him, and they don't want to think about it, if he doesn't have the support of the emperor, he can still be a few days!

Hum! He didn't know what was dead or alive, and now he thought of Chen Ge Lao's face, and he was still disgusted in his heart.

False Taoism! Fake pedantry!

The momentary anger made the emperor shake, and the eighth master didn't know what he was stunned for, maybe it was because his own things were trampled on and distressed.

After all, these are all precious herbs, so he put the bread on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and the fragrance of the grass and trees broke through the wall through the trampling of the soles of his shoes, and it was easy to distinguish.

"Bi Zhi - Jiang Li - Qiu Lan - " The eighth master quickly distinguished these kinds of herbs, and reported the names of the herbs one by one, and his eyes were different when he raised his eyes to look at the emperor, full of recognition for his fellow practitioners, and he began to recite, "Hu Jiangli and wallpaper, Su Qiulan thought he admired it." ”

He smiled and arched his hand, "Sir. ”

The emperor was a little surprised, it was not strange that the eighth master could distinguish vanilla, he specially opened a conservatory in the palace, and recruited a few pharmacists who were familiar with vanilla to cultivate his favorite herbs for him to make zuò fragrant leaf crowns. To his surprise, the young scholar was able to say the names of these herbs in "Lisao" at once, which showed that he understood what he meant.

Qu Yuan is noble and loyal, and the characters he has admired since he was a child, when he made the zuò fragrant leaf crown, he remembered this poem, and chose these three kinds of herbs.

However, these herbs have many common names, such as this Jiang Li, which is called dragon mustard in the north, snake cabbage or sand tail cabbage in Guangdong.

I didn't expect this young man, who looked stunned and not very attractive, to understand him.

He had previously angered this young man because of Chen Ge Lao's rude behavior, but at this moment, a feeling of sympathy arose, and immediately blew Fang Cai's anger away.

He smiled and asked the true Ming Daoist, "This young man is ......?"

Daoist Zhenming hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "This is the eighth master of the fourth room of the Chu family in Pukou. ”

"Oh?" The emperor looked him up and down, and found that this stupid young man had pure eyes and an innocent face, and he didn't look like the old fox Chu Changxun at all, so he couldn't help but be curious, "Who are you Chu Changxun?" ”

The eighth master was a little surprised when he heard this, his second uncle Chu Changxun was a person who had been a pavilion elder, and he could be regarded as the number one person in Pukou and even Yingtianfu, how could this middle-aged scribe look like he was only in his forties, why did he call his second uncle by his name so ignorant of etiquette?

Fortunately, the eighth master is a good-tempered person and never cares too much about others, he was just stunned for a moment, and then replied smoothly, "He is my second uncle." ”

Only then did the emperor remember that the Taoist chief Fang Cai Zhenming introduced him as the fourth old man of the Chu family, that is, the side branch, he was not interested in the heads of the Chu family, and only vaguely remembered that Chu Changxun seemed to be from the sect.

The emperor thought of Chu Changxun's shrewd and capable appearance, and felt that his heart should respond, thinking that the Chu family had a lot of flowers and intestines in his stomach like Chu Changxun, but he didn't expect that the big bamboo of the Chu family actually grew such a good bamboo shoot with strange bones.

He nodded in satisfaction.

When the eighth old man saw him nodding, he thought that he admired the second old lady very much, so he threw Fang Cai's doubts out of the clouds.

The emperor became very interested in the eighth master, and asked casually, "I heard that the second old lady of the Chu family came to greet him with the whole clan today, and you also came with him?" ”

He used the name of the True Ming Daoist to Chu Changxun, and he didn't want to reveal his identity too quickly.

Without thinking, the Eighth Master replied, "Yes." ”

He smirked, "It's early in the morning." ”

The emperor turned his head to stare at his face, "Do you think that the second old lady of your family is doing this...... How is it? ”

The eighth master was stunned again, and in his heart he slandered this person for asking such a question that is difficult to answer, but he was accustomed to it, and he still habitually thought seriously and replied, "The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister." What's more, my Chu family is deeply blessed with the emperor's grace, so it is natural that I should come over to greet him. ”

His expression was very sincere, his tone was very sincere, in fact, he really thought so, that's what the book said, what is there to worry about.

Well, the ideological consciousness is quite high, and the emperor is very satisfied, and he nodded with satisfaction again.

The eighth master didn't know why he nodded, shouldn't he hold his fists in the air at this time, and then his words expressed a few words of admiration for His Majesty the Emperor?

Alas, this is really a strange person, maybe he is still a figure like the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.

Thinking of this, the eighth master no longer bothered about the fact that this middle-aged scribe did not respect people and the Son of Heaven, and felt that he was an elegant person who disdained the world, so he had the intention of making friends, so he invited, "Since Mr. is a friend of the True Ming Daoist and my honored guest, since he has arrived in Pukou, it is better to go to my house to sit down, I also have a few herbs there, pick some to make a bay leaf crown and pay it to Mr." ”

The eighth master has always been inaccurate in looking at people, and he can actually equate the lord of the world with the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and he really admires him, I am afraid that the pit in his mind will not be filled with the water of the Yangtze River, but this person is stupid and can't resist good luck.

He didn't know that the second old lady had gone to great lengths to introduce him to the emperor, and at this moment he was following the empty bright yellow sedan chair and making all kinds of preparations.

After all, "this ......" is the first time they met, so they rushed into people's homes, and they were always a little presumptuous, and the emperor politely excused himself.

"It's okay." The eighth master waved his hand and said, "Mr. is a noble person, and it is a good thing to go to my house, I only have an old mother, wife and children in my family, and there is no elder brother who can speak on weekdays. ”

There is nothing more to excuse what is said.

The head of the Zhenming Dao watched from the side, and knew that the emperor also wanted to go, so he stepped forward to add a handful of firewood, "Master, Chu Baye is not only good at making zuò fragrant leaf crowns, but also writes well." ”

"Oh?" The emperor was more interested this time, and he happened to be looking for people who could write well in Qingci for him to use when he was fasting.

"Sir, please." The eighth master sincerely invited, and the emperor no longer shirked, and a group of five people went to the Foshou Lake Courtyard.

Chen Er shook his head helplessly, the old man didn't even ask anyone what their surnames were, so he took them home, and he said he was speechless. (To be continued.) )