Taking Zhu Sheng's letter of recommendation with both hands, Yao Guangxiao once again thanked everyone and left the office with Ma Du. Only then did he smile and say to Ma Du: "Why did Uncle Guo change his mind? ”

"The twisted melon is not sweet, even if it stays now, it will be gone sooner or later, why waste that effort. It's not early, hurry up to the Dinglin Temple on the mountain to place an order. ”

In fact, letting the scheming Yao Guangxiao and the ruthless Hu Weiyong fight in the court is also a big drama that Ma Du is looking forward to.

"Uncle Guo really turned his face faster than turning a book, and he said before that he would leave a poor monk to live at home."

"Rejected Ben Hou's solicitation, you still have the face to live in my house. Hurry up and find a bigger wrapper, I'll take you to Zhuangzi to make some dry food, so as not to be disgusted by people when you get Dinglin Temple to eat and drink for nothing. ”

Even if life is good, the farmer is the same economy as before, and he can eat less if he can eat less, but the landlord's face cannot but be given.

Lao Cui wrapped five or six big steamed buns that had just come out of the pot with a cage cloth and handed them to Yao Guangxiao, "My family doesn't believe in Buddhism, there is a temple on the top of the mountain, and I haven't seen the Buddha appear when I couldn't live in the past." Today, for the sake of the Hou Ye's face, I see that you are not very old, it is better to go to Henan and Shandong to plant land earlier, and it is the right thing to marry a wife and have children to extend the incense. ”

The last time Zhang Dingbian came here, Lao Cui also told him this, Zhang Dingbian laughed, and Yao Guangxiao joined hands to salute and said that he was taught.

"Lao Cui, don't talk nonsense with him, in fact, this monk himself doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he wears a monk's robe just to cheat and eat and drink."

Lao Cui said hehehe: "Hou Ye will laugh, I see that this master has several ring scars on his head, I heard that this is called the Bodhisattva vow is to support the Buddha of the West Heaven, and he is a real Buddhist child." Come on, don't be in a hurry, I just cooked a few salted duck eggs, all of which are from my own ducks, and I'll bring you two for today's dinner. ”

"Amitabha, this duck egg is also inedible for poor monks. The poor monk has no long things, here is a Diamond Sutra to give to the old man, may the Buddha keep the old man's house peaceful. Yao Guangxiao said and took out a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" wrapped in silk cloth from the baggage, it looks like it has been a few years, and the name on the cover looks familiar, Zhao Mengfu.

The evening breeze blew through the pages of the book, revealing a page of beautiful cursive, Ma Du finally remembered that this surnamed Zhao was a great calligrapher, and he didn't expect Yao Guangxiao to have such a treasure, so he hurriedly said to Lao Cui: "Lao Cui, how about this Diamond Sutra for me, I will exempt you from rent this year." ”

Lao Cui stuffed it directly to Ma Du, "Master Hou is a scholar, take it if you like it, I don't know what I want it to do, maybe the little son of my family who doesn't know anything will take it and wipe his buttocks." ”

"Ben Hou is a good talker, and this year's rent is still unmistakable." Ma Du took the "Diamond Sutra" page by page and looked at it, his own calligraphy is not very good, but his tasting ability is still a little, yes, it is definitely the real handwriting of the great calligrapher, otherwise Yao Guangxiao would not have kept it so carefully.

"Thank you for the generous gift from the master, with this, I don't have to worry about sending congratulatory gifts."

Yao Guangxiao followed Ma Du with a burden on his back, "I can't afford to be the thank you of Uncle Guo, this "Diamond Sutra" was given to the old man by the poor monk, and it was taken by the uncle of the country, and it has nothing to do with the poor monk. Seeing that Uncle Guo likes this "Diamond Sutra" so much, I am afraid that I don't know who this Zhao Mengfu is, otherwise I am afraid that you will not be so happy with your life experience. ”

"Do you know my background well? Isn't this Zhao Mengfu a great calligrapher? ”

"I heard Master Mu tell me some of the life experiences and stories of Uncle Guo. Zhao Mengfu is indeed a great calligrapher, and he is the eleventh grandson of Taizu, and he is also a rare good courtier of Dayuan Shizong. ”

Of course, Yao Guangxiao did not refer to Lao Zhu, but Zhao Kuangyin, the Taizu of the Song Dynasty, the genes of the Zhao family are really good, and they are artists. Lao Zhu's descendants are much worse, not to mention many strange emperors, and there are even semi-literate ones.

Ma Du shook his head and sighed for a while, and Yao Guangxiao on the side thought that he was resentful and regretful in Zhao Mengfu Shiyuan.

The eighth day of August is Ma Dajia's birthday, Ma Du took his wife and children to the city in advance, and got up early in the morning because he had to attend the court meeting. When Guan Jia helped Ma Du put on the court clothes, Song Shuang was still sleeping with the child in his arms, and his slender snow-white thighs were exposed, and he couldn't help touching it.

"Get up quickly, you have to take the child to the harem to see the mother when you go back!"

Song Shuang replied in a daze: "I know, didn't I wait for you to go to the court, the hour is still early." ”

"Don't forget to bring a present!" Ma Du gave an order and went out, and Zhang Wuliu and Zhang Wuliu went straight to the palace with lanterns.

The palace is not far away, and it is time to walk for about a cup of tea, and the civil and military officials have already stood in front of the palace gate. Mu Ying beckoned to Ma Du who came over, "Stand behind me." ”

"Why stand behind you? My title was conferred before you. ”

"Is it great to seal it first, my Shilu is higher than you, and the official is also bigger than you, and you are still my subordinate."

Ma Du's Yulu is only 300 stones, which is the second-to-last among the nobles of the Ming Dynasty, and the penultimate is Liu Ji's 240 stones. Zhu Wenying is the governor of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion and knows that Ma Du is only the Governor of the Navy, and he is indeed Ma Du's boss.

However, Ma Du didn't bird him, he directly inserted it in front of him, "I was going to send a dressing mirror to my mother as a congratulatory gift, and you took the lead, and I have spent a lot of time in the past few days." ”

Mu Ying took a sip, "I, if you really want to take the dressing mirror as a congratulatory gift, you shouldn't take it out for auction, how can you give it to those traitors if the mother of a country hasn't used the dressing mirror yet." ”

Zhao Desheng turned around, "You two can't abide by some rules, and it won't be enough for Yu Shi to impeach you two later." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bang from the palace, and everyone was startled and hurriedly looked towards the palace, only to see a little red firelight dragging a faint green smoke into the air, and suddenly exploded.

The red sparks were shining, and a red ball bloomed in mid-air, brilliant and gorgeous, like a goddess scattering flowers. Before this fireworks could be finished, there was another pop and then a blue firework.

The sound of explosions became more and more intensive, and colorful fireworks intertwined in the air, blooming and falling, and the fire trees and silver flowers were beautiful.

In ancient times, it was not that there were no fireworks, but most of them were spray flowers, and the fireworks of the fireworks that rose into the sky were very small and the color was single, and there was no such fireworks at all.

Mu Ying poked Ma Du with her finger, "You made it up?" ”

"How can I have that ability, Jiao Yu got it, I just helped him give some advice and prepared some gunpowder."

Originally, the ceremonial flowers were best placed at night, but Lao Zhu had to show them to the ministers, so he could only take advantage of the dawn to put them away. When the fireworks dissipated, the middle door of the palace was opened, and hundreds of officials entered the palace and stepped into the palace to see them.