Dao Yan's eloquence was first-class, but he couldn't convince Meng.

"Disciples need to know that a blind eye is blind, and the spirit is not done by the unwise."

"Master's words, I remember." Meng Dao, "But if there is something that is not done, there must be something that must be done." Meng is a layman after all, and he can't be beyond things. ”

Dao Yan shook his head, and before he could speak, Meng said again: "There is a knife on the head of the word forbearance, and Meng thinks that it is not the material for the knife." Whoever makes me unhappy, I can't make him feel good. One report and one report, cause and effect, didn't the master say the same thing just now? ”

"Amitabha." Dao Yan clasped his hands together, "Even if this person shouldn't be provoked?" ”

"Master, someone else provoked me first."

"Powerful and not afraid?"

"Don't be afraid to let the master know, Meng is only loyal to today, who can be more important than today?"

The wind swept through the courtyard, and the branches and leaves of the ancient trees in the courtyard rustled in the wind.

Dao Yan lowered his eyes and pronounced a Buddha call, "It's going to rain." ”

Meng was stunned for a moment, "Master? ”

"It's getting late, let's go back to the city early." Dao Yan twisted up the Buddha beads, "The disciple's Lingtai is clear, it is for the teacher." ”

Turning his head to look out the window, sure enough, when the wind rose, dark clouds had gathered in the sky, and lightning was hidden in the clouds in the distance, and it would be another thunderstorm.

Meng got up and said goodbye to Daoyan.

The temple was built in the mountains, some distance from the city, and he didn't want to get caught in the rain. The injuries on his body are not good, and if he suffers from the cold, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to do without Dr. Zhao's bitter medicine.

"In vain."

As he stepped out of the room, Daoyan's voice came from behind him.

"Master?"

"Remember what your fellow teacher said, and be faithful to the present. But everything needs to leave a line, and it should be for a good relationship in the future. ”

Meng stopped, turned around and saluted, "Thank you for your teachings." ”

"If you can't solve something, come and find a teacher." Dao Yan smiled very kindly, "For the teacher, he will come out as an apprentice and find a place to go." ”

Meng: "......"

Did he hear it wrong? Is this what a monk should say?

Meng Shishilang's expression was very subtle, but Dao Yan didn't say much, waved his hand, closed his eyes, and began to chant the scriptures.

The clouds were dark, and there were no candles in the room, so it was very dark. Dao Yan, dressed in monk's robes, sat cross-legged on the futon, his bald head with a scar and shiny tiles, comparable to a two-hundred-watt fluorescent lamp.

Is this called Buddha light?

Meng was suddenly embarrassed. Busy talking about sins, the great monk said that he would cover him, but he complained about the monk's bald head, which was really undeserved.

Bid farewell to Daoyan again, and took the door back.

A little novice stood outside the door, saw Meng come out, and bowed down.

"Tan Yue is polite."

Meng is good-looking, always with a smile on his face, and he is a senior disciple of Master Daoyan, and the monks in the temple are very kind to him.

Smiling at the little novice, Meng took out a packet of bean paste pastry from his pocket, handed it to the little novice, and winked, "Little Master smiled." ”

The three-headed little novice is very distressed, should he accept it?

"There is no lard, only bean paste and mung beans, which is not considered to be broken."

The little novice is still distressed, very hesitant, really not breaking the vows? It seems to be sweet and delicious......

"Isn't the abbot going out to make a fortune? The temple is also worshiped by the incense of believers, so the little master will accept it. Meng continued, "The right is to be sincere to the Buddha, and there is no need to have a psychological burden at all. ”

Even if he didn't understand what "psychological burden" was, Xiao Shami was persuaded by Meng and folded his hands, "Tan Yue is beautiful, but the poor monk is disrespectful." ”

The three-headed little monk posed like a monk, one word, cute; Two words, very cute; Three words, very cute.

Meng hurriedly handed over the snack and told himself that he couldn't laugh, and he resolutely couldn't laugh.

There was a creak, and the door suddenly opened.

Monk Daoyan stood at the door, twisting the Buddha beads, his eyes swept over the pastries in the hands of the little novice, and then looked at Meng, the meaning is very clear, Amitabha, there is no part of the teacher?

"It's sad for the teacher to be like this."

Meng: "......"

Can you be shameless again?

When he didn't know how many good things the future Yongle Emperor gave to the great monk? The legendary gold ingots are all pulled by horse-drawn carts!

is such a tyrant, do you need to cry poor with him, a layman who still has to support his family?

"Master, give."

Meng was still slandering, and the little novice had already offered the pastry.

"It's good to be enlightened, but would you like to listen to the poor monks?"

Seeing that the great monk took away the two pastries from Xiao Shami's hand with a smile, Meng Dang really wanted to point at the bald head and scold, and grab food with a three-headed body, is there any shame?

But the little novice was so happy that his eyes were crooked into crescents with a smile.

"Master Xie!"

The stupid appearance makes it difficult to associate him with a certain high monk in the future.

Sure enough, simple people make rapid progress?

Meng scratched his chin, very puzzled.

Having traveled many times, Meng was very clear about the layout of the temple here. Without the monks to lead the way, he walked out of the mountain gate after three rounds and two rounds.

The sweeping monk informed Meng that someone was waiting for him in front of the mountain gate.

"That donor, the evil spirit on his body is really a little heavy."

The taciturn nature of the sweeping monk can make him make this comment, which shows that the person outside the mountain gate is indeed a fierce god.

"Thank you."

Meng smiled and said goodbye to the sweeping monk, his steps quickened, and sure enough, he saw Shen Xuan in blue clothes at the corner of the stone steps.

The ancient temples in the deep mountains are full of verdant.

A bend of the path, the gentleman stands vigorously, with black hair and black eyebrows, handsome and outstanding.

Meng stopped and looked at Shen Xuan quietly, if he didn't move, the person in front of him really looked like a white jade carved work of art.

It's just that there is always a compelling edge hidden under the gentle surface.

Being stared at like this, ordinary people can find out that something is wrong, let alone Shen Xuan.

The mountain breeze blew through the sideburns, Shen Xuan raised his head, and when he saw the people on the stone steps, Ruyu's face seemed to be melting ice and snow, and his smile was gentle, but it made people blush and heartbeat.

The fierce god on the battlefield, the king and grandson Guiyu on the battlefield.

The same person, but with two completely different faces.

Meng patted his chest and snorted in his abdomen, completely inhuman.

"Since the conductor is here, why don't you go in and pay a visit to Master Daoyan?"

Shen Xuan shook his head, "The Buddha Gate is pure, not a place for me to set foot." ”

Meng was puzzled.

"Twelve Lang don't have to understand." Shen Xuan put one hand on Meng's waist and leaned closer, "Does the wound still hurt?" ”

Meng was startled and hurriedly turned back, but fortunately, the mountain gate was closed, and now there were no pilgrims, and no one saw it.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Busy grabbed Shen Xuan's wrist and pulled it away, no one can be so unscrupulous, "Commander, let's go down the mountain quickly, it's going to rain." ”

"Indeed."

Shen Xuan nodded, and when Meng thought the alarm was lifted, he suddenly hugged him.

"Command?"

"You've got a wound on your body, and your feet are slow, so it's faster."

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, Shen Xuan stepped forward with his long legs, and Meng Zhilu said that it was useless to protest, and honestly wrapped his neck. Hug it, it's good to get down the mountain early.

Experience told Meng Shishilang that in front of the second generation of Hou, any struggle was useless.

At the foot of the mountain, the guards of the two were waiting with their horses. Seeing Shen Xuan carrying Meng down the mountain, he didn't raise his eyebrows.

Meng Tongzhi was always hugged by Commander Shen when he was injured, and everyone was used to it. Anyway, Meng Tongzhi has a small body, which is not as heavy as the spear commanded by Shen, and it is not much different from holding a lamb.

Commander Shen is sympathetic to his subordinates, what a good boss.

The guards handed over the reins, and Shen Xuan did not ask Meng to ride with him, which made Meng Shishilang breathe a sigh of relief.

In any case, he is a military attache from the third grade. The soldiers grinned and didn't care, and the crooked bowels of the Chinese officers were not easy to deal with. rode with Shen Xuan, and was seen by a civil official in the court, especially a speech official, and if he participated in the last book, it must be another lawsuit.

They don't care if it's the people and horses brought out of Beiping today, besides, they can catch one or two Yan Wang's descendants and stab the knife is just right. In order to calm people's hearts, they will definitely not cover up.

Since Jianwen self-immolation, and now ascending the throne, the civil ministers and military generals who have been included in the list of traitors have all been killed, killed, killed, and chopped. Even if he commits suicide, his family will be punished. It is not difficult to ask someone to intercede in front of Zhu Di to ask for mercy and be pardoned.

Every time the executioner raises his knife, the severed head is based on hundreds.

Many people in the DPRK and China understood that Zhu Di wanted to kill to establish his authority, and some people took revenge for personal gain, taking the opportunity to make false accusations, and there were also scoundrels who insulted the families of criminal officials and plundered private property.

Soon, King Yan killed indiscriminately, the Yan army was brutal, and the voices of the people were everywhere.

An undercurrent is surging, Zhu Di noticed it, but he didn't deal with it immediately, he was waiting, waiting for the push behind the scenes to show traces.

Zhu Di is an excellent hunter, either not to kill, or to kill with a knife.

I can't see the situation clearly, and I can't make him feel comfortable fishing in troubled waters, and I am definitely asking for my own death.

As Shen Xuan said before: everything has just begun.

The group hurried up, but they were still blocked by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, there is a tea house on the side of the road to shelter from the rain, and Meng gave a lot of tea money, so the store specially sent a brazier to prevent everyone from catching a cold after the rain.

On a July day, a rain is nothing to the soldiers who are used to playing peek-a-boo with the Northern Yuan in the ice and snow. Wiping a handful of rain and drinking a bowl of hot tea can dry your clothes with the heat on your body.

Only Meng was uncomfortable.

Sitting by the brazier, his face was still pale. Shen Xuan pressed one hand on his wrist, his expression worried.

"The conductor will also be the pulse?" Meng's nose was itchy, he sneezed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, if he continued like this, would he become a paper man? No, he still has a great life and lofty ideals, so he can't just go on like this. When he returned to the city, he went to see the doctor, and he admitted that the medicine was bitter.

Shen Xuan didn't answer Meng's words, and after a while, he removed his finger, "Let's take leave after we go back." I have a house in Dongcheng, and I ask Dr. Zhao to prescribe some medicine to recuperate for a while. Don't go out if you have nothing to do, Master Dao Yan, I'll explain. ”

"Take a leave of absence now?" Meng hesitated, "Is this good?" ”

"It's okay, with An Luhou and others first, just act according to the rules."

King Yan had already dealt with state affairs in the palace, but the edict for his succession had not yet been drafted, and the ceremony had not yet been held. The officers and men of the five armies and the strategists in the army naturally did not receive rewards, and their grades were still based on the official affiliation of the royal palace.

Wu Jie has the title of marquis, he was the governor, and he needs to say hello to the governor's mansion of the five armies when he takes leave, Meng has no position in the court, so he doesn't need to go through this procedure, as long as Shen Xuan approves it, he doesn't need to fight the fake note, just go home.

Thunder roared, lightning blinded, and rain poured down.

Several soldiers squatted in front of the door of the tea house, in the boredom, they actually opened their throats and roared the side plug Hu song, the roar almost overshadowed the thunder, the owner of the tea house was an old couple, they were scared to the feet soft, but the soldiers were laughing in Ha Lu Ha Da Lu.

Meng sighed, and took out a lot of copper coins, which should be to compensate for mental losses.

"Uncle, please bear with me."

Meng sneezed to comfort the old man, Shen Xuan turned his head, swept over with cold eyes, and the roaring soldiers suddenly stopped.

If you don't shut up, your neck is cold, and your scalp is numb, which is not much different from being macheted.

The old man took the copper coin tremblingly, thanked him repeatedly, and sent Meng two plates of side dishes, which tasted exceptionally good.

The pork rind cut into strips is marinated and chewed very strongly, and the spicy pickles are added to the steamed buns.

Meng's stomach suddenly began to grow, and he wanted to ask his father-in-law to buy dry food, but Shen Xuan held his hand down.

"The rain is about to stop, go back to the city and have another meal."

Although it was a pity, Meng still listened to Shen Xuan's words, put down his chopsticks, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of warm tea, the salty taste was diluted a lot, and he didn't seem to be so hungry.

In the middle of the day, the heavy rain finally stopped.

Meng's face was also much better.

When the people left the tea house and arrived in front of the city gate, a convoy was entering the city.

The carriage was rudimentary, and there was no guard of honor, but there were officials in the inner court to greet them.

Seeing the middle-aged man getting off the first carriage, Shen Xuan immediately dismounted, took Meng back, and said in a low voice: "It's King Zhou." ”

King Zhou? Emperor Yongle's half-brother, Emperor Jianwen's first vassal king?

The king of Zhou was followed by his sons, and then by the female dependents.

Zhu Yuanzhang's martial arts are world-renowned, the spirit of dragon and horse, and the parent-child righteous son can form a reinforced platoon. It's a pity that the princes inherited their father's martial arts, but they did not inherit their father's ability to give birth to sons.

Counting down from the crown prince Zhu Biao, the third generation of the Zhu family added up, barely able to go up to three digits.

Zhu Di has three sons, and Zhu Hu, the king of Zhou, is not as good as his brother, just two.

In contrast, Zhu Biao has four sons who have lived to adulthood, which is considered to be the most among brothers.

The king of Zhou was recalled from Yunnan by Emperor Jianwen, fearing that the emperor would be detrimental to his family, and tried every means to delay the time to enter Beijing. Halfway through the journey, he heard that King Yan had broken the Jingshi, and immediately hurried to the horse. Now that the throne is sitting on the throne, there is nothing to say, just speed up.

When he arrived in Nanjing, except for the king of Zhou himself, including the princess, the prince and the county lord all had dishes on their faces, and they didn't faint directly.

King Zhou's family did not stay in front of the city gate for a long time, and were soon welcomed into the city and sent to King Zhou's mansion to settle down.

Then the chariots and horses and the people who were in front of the city gate entered the city one after another.

After entering the city, Meng did not return to the post house where he stayed, and was directly taken to Shen Xuan's house in Dongcheng.

Shen Xuan's title has not been restored, the Marquis' Mansion has not been returned, and this mansion is his private property.

Black oil gate, five halls. The roof ridge is decorated with tile beasts, and the beams, buildings, and eaves are decorated with green and blue paintings.

The furnishings of the hall are strictly arranged according to the three products, from the famous pen and ink hanging on the wall, to the carvings and paintings on the eaves, to the tables and chairs in the hall, there is no trespassing, and there is no luxury.

"Are you still satisfied?"

The guards had retreated, and only two captains were waiting outside the door.

Meng nodded, such a building will definitely belong to the luxury level in the future.

Shen Xuan smiled, pulled Meng through the hall, and walked to the back house, which was paved with bricks and stones along the road, and there was a martial arts arena after the second hall.

Looking at the weapon rack in the martial arts arena, thinking of the few famous paintings he had seen before, the corners of Meng's mouth twitched, okay, who said that generals have no culture?

Meng thought that he would be arranged in the West Chamber, but Shen Xuan took him directly into the main room.

The black bank, the landscape screen, and the simple furnishings are obviously the style of Commander Shen.

"This is the main house, right?"

"Yes."

"Is it appropriate for me to sleep here?"

"Twelve Lang is not satisfied?"

"No, it's ......"

After all, this is the capital, not Beiping, nor a military camp. Meng was always a little unsteady in his heart.

"It's good to be satisfied." Shen Xuan sat beside Meng, "Twelve Lang don't care about the rest." ”

Don't you really care?

Suddenly, Meng remembered something more important, "The conductor also sleeps here?" ”

"Nature."

“……”

"How?"

"Nothing." Meng rubbed the corners of his forehead, okay, sooner or later, there will be such a day. However, his injuries are not healed yet, and Shen Xuan should not mess around.

"Don't worry." Shen Xuan leaned over and pecked Meng Qing's forehead, "The six rites have not been completed, and Xuan will keep the etiquette." When I see my aunt again, I can ...... after the ceremony is completed."

covered Shen Xuan's mouth, Meng's face was red and his ears were red.

Obviously, he didn't say anything explicit, but he just couldn't stand it.

The second generation of Hou of the Ming Dynasty, he obeyed, completely obeyed.

Since then, Meng has officially set up camp in Shen Xuan's home.

As for whether there will be rumors, anyway, Commander Shen said that he would solve it, so there was no need to worry, it was useless to worry.

During Meng Tongzhi's recuperation, there was another bloody storm in Beijing.

The cause is Fang Xiaoru.

Due to the secret operation of Yang Duo and others, Fang Xiaoru's noble name is no longer what it used to be. Because of the two requisitions of people's husbands, the white sex in the capital is also quite resentful of him.

The matter of drafting the edict of succession should not have fallen on his head, but he didn't want to, Chen Ying, who had just been transferred back from Guangxi, said to Zhu Di that Fang Xiaoru was famous all over the world, and there were many protégés and old friends. Although his reputation is damaged, he does not hide the flaws, and he drafts the edict, and he can also express his attitude to the people of the world, and His Majesty is benevolent and open-minded, and does not blame the old things.

After careful consideration, Zhu Di adopted Chen Ying's suggestion and ordered Fang Xiaoru to be taken out of prison and brought to the Wenhua Palace for an audience.

Fang Xiaoru came, but he didn't salute Zhu Di, but cried in front of the palace. Hearing that Zhu Di asked him to draft the edict of succession, he cried even more sadly, almost breaking his liver and intestines.

Zhu Di was very unhappy.

Lao Tzu spared your life, and handed over the glorious mission of drafting the edict of succession to you, so you gave Lao Tzu this attitude?

Just wanted to ask someone to drag him out, but Leng Buding remembered what Monk Daoyan had said, and Zhu Di reluctantly suppressed his anger. The great monk said that this person could not be killed, and if he was killed, the seeds of the world's scholars would be extinct.

Zhu Di showed a smile with difficulty, and persuaded Fang Xiaoru a few words in a good voice, not wanting Fang Xiaoru to be stubborn, almost Zhu Di said a sentence to him.

Zhu Di said that he was emulating Zhou Gongfu to become the king.

Fang Xiaoru said: Where is King Cheng?

Zhu Di frowned: Yizi - burned to death.

If you know each other, you should stop here. I don't want Fang Xiaoru to be tough to the end, King Cheng is not here, and King Cheng's younger brother and son, doesn't the prince want to learn from Duke Zhou? I didn't hear that Duke Zhou left King Cheng and sat on the throne by himself.

Zhu Di was angry, "Don't talk about these useless things, Lao Tzu asked you to write the edict, can you write it?!" ”

The tough guy Fang Xiaoru stalked his neck, "Resolutely don't write!" ”

Zhu Di stopped playing Huairou, and directly ordered the left and right to send paper and pencils, "If you don't write, you don't want to walk out of this hall!" ”

Fang Tough Guy picked up the pen, wrote the word usurpation on the paper, threw the pen, and continued to cry; "Death is death, never a rash edict!"

Zhu Di was so angry that smoke rose above his head, "Ru'an died, regardless of the Nine Clans? ”

Fang Tough Guy shook his head, "What can I do with the Ten Clans!" ”

Replaced by Emperor Jianwen, he was so confronted by Fang Xiaoru, at most he reprimanded a few words, and scared the sky to hit the board.

But who is Zhu Di? The son of Emperor Hongwu, the vassal king who kills people without blinking.

Don't write? Want to die?

Okay, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!

Don't you be afraid of exterminating the Ten Clans?

Very good, Lao Tzu will also fulfill you!

As a result, Fang Tough Guy's direct and collateral blood relatives were all killed, and in order to make up enough for the ten clans, the teachers and students and friends did not escape a knife.

Fang Xiaoru's death was just the beginning.

Like Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di raised the butcher knife and would never let it go until he killed enough.

The previous arrest of traitorous ministers was done according to the rules, but Fang Xiaoru's subsequent killings reminded many courtiers of the darkest years of the Hongwu Dynasty.

Zhuo Jing, the head of the household department, Chen Di, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the head of the criminal department, and Lian Zining, the right deputy envoy......

One by one, the names were crossed out by cinnabar, and one by one families went to the court.

After the original Yushi Jingqing surrendered by deception, waiting for an opportunity to murder Zhu Di, and was stripped of skin and grass, the whole killing reached its peak.

Fang Xiaoru was razed, but Jingqing was copied by the Chi tribe, the hometown, which is the so-called melon vine, and no one was left behind, and more than ten villages became ruins.

Zhu Di is tolerant of his own people, but he is not soft on those who dare to act with him.

Since the killing ring has been opened, then it will continue to kill.

Kill everyone until everyone is terrified, and kill until no one dares to oppose him anymore!

In the Fengtian Palace, Zhu Di, who was dressed in a crown robe, sat on the dragon chair and was worshiped by hundreds of officials in the sound of ceremonial music.

Meng Li was in the queue of the military generals of the right class, dressed in a crimson court uniform, wearing a five-beam crown, and following the voice of the ceremonial official, kneeling on the stone bricks and kowtowing. The jade ring on the golden ribbon hit the brick with a crisp sound.

"Edict: Today is the thirty-fifth year of Hongwu as the record, and Ming is the first year of Yongle. In the construction text, it was changed into a law, and the old system was restored. Shandong, Beiping, and Henan were reinstated by Bingzhou County for three years, and those who were not recruited were rented for one year from Fengyang, Huai'an, Xu, Chu, and Yangzhou, and the rest of Tianzhou County was paid half of this year's land rent......"

Listening to a voice that seemed familiar and unfamiliar in the hall, Meng Wei raised his head, passed over Shen Xuan who was standing in front of him, and looked at the top of the imperial steps.

The edict was given to Zheng He, who was dressed in a purple sunflower shirt.

"Ministers, long live your majesty!"

Under the call of the mountain, in the Fengtian Palace, Meng and the ministers worshiped again.

On the court, the executioner raised the butcher's knife, and another row of heads fell to the ground.

In the midst of blood, the fierce war horses galloped in the northern frontier, and the huge warships were about to sail away.

The most powerful era of the Ming Dynasty is about to kick off from the hands of Emperor Yongle.