There has always been a legend among the people of Beijing, that is, "there is Tantuo Temple first, and then there is Beijing City". The Tantuo Temple, which was spoken by the people, has now been renamed Jiafu Temple, which is the place where Yang Fan followed Zu Dashou and met Zhu Youzhen.

This year, due to the instability of the court situation, and Zhu Youzhen continued to consolidate the stormy Ming Empire, it was only a year later, and Enke was opened again. In spring, it is bustling with tourists. Some talented people who came to the capital as early as possible also took advantage of the warmth of spring to come here to play and make friends. It was lively for a while.

In the center of the backyard of Jiafu Temple, there is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, which is said to have been planted by Tang Taizong himself. In spring, the new shoots have not been drawn, the old leaves have fallen, there is no midsummer pavilion like a cover, the green leaves are lush and lush, and there is no clear autumn time, the ground is full of gold, and the fallen leaves are as beautiful as the money rain. Yes, there are only dead branches, stone benches and an old monk.

Since there are only branches left, there are no tourists and pilgrims here to stop and watch, but it also looks clean. The old monk took a broom and swept it under the tree that was already very clean and did not leave a single leaf.

Yang Fan walked over, put the knife on the table, and saluted: "Master." ”

The old monk turned his head and smiled, "Yes, yes, when I first came, in the eyes of the donor, there were only temples and saints, and now I can see the old monk." The old monk paused the broom in his hand, straightened up and bent slightly, poured out the tea on the table, and tasted it carefully.

The master is in the folk, Yang Fan knows the old monk's ability. "When I first arrived at the treasure land, Yang Fan was just an ordinary person, and he had no predecessors in his eyes, that is, he didn't know Mount Tai, just because he was too small."

"And now?"

"Today...... Still small. But after a walk, my horizons have been broadened. Looking at this mountain and mountain after mountain, I also know how to see the scenery. Yang Fan moved the knife to another vacant stone bench. He asked, "There are no fallen leaves here, why does the master still have to clean it?" ”

"There are no leaves here. There are leaves in the heart, so sweep them. The old monk saw Yang Fan sit down. also poured a cup of tea for him, "The tea is cooler, don't blame." ”

Yang Fan took the tea handed over by the old monk with both hands and said, "What if there are no leaves in my heart and there are fallen leaves all over the ground?" The old monk smiled and put down the teacup in his hand and said, "See or not see." ”

The words of the old monk are always a little short of fullness, and there is room for that. Let Yang Fan think for himself. Yang Fan picked up the embroidered spring knife, "I don't know if there is a mourning hall in the temple, this knife, which I want to enshrine in the hall, is an old man's knife." ”

"Amitabha, people are intentional, but the knife is ruthless. The donor's knife is just the obsession of the old man. Doesn't it seem like a kind of embarrassment for him to enshrine his obsession with the mourning hall? ”

The wind blows. Yang Fan's hair blew slightly. He smiled, moved the embroidered spring knife from the stone bench to the ground again, and then picked up the holly. And he left. The tea on the table was cold, and the old monk folded his hands together and bowed, muttering in his mouth.

Yang Fan prepares to enter the city.

Quite a few people in Kyoshi. Everyone knows that Yang Fan has arrived in Beijing, and there are even more people. Always grasp Yang Fan's movements. The source is only because of one point, Yang Fan stayed in the Twelve Tombs for a few days. The situation reported by the soldiers guarding the mausoleum. But no one dared to alarm him. The Twelve Tombs are the emperor's tombs, and others are not allowed to trespass, even Yang Fan has not crossed the river, once he has stepped over, it is to trespass the imperial tombs, and the nine clans will be punished for crimes.

Palace***

He stayed at the imperial tomb for several days and refused to enter Beijing. What does that mean? Is it a demonstration to me? Zhu Youzhen saw the news sent by Luo Yangxing, and sneered a few times. According to Zhu Youzhen's thoughts, Yang Fan worshiped the imperial mausoleum, but he had no intention of betraying Ming, and seemed to be expressing some dissatisfaction to himself.

"He may be thinking about how to enter Beijing." Sun Chengzong said, "If you think about it, you will naturally come to see the saint, at least, he has already arrived in Beijing, if he doesn't want to see the saint, he won't come to Beijing." ”

"So which one is he playing? It looks like I'm sorry for him. If it weren't for me, he would have died a long time ago, I don't know how many times! ”

Sun Chengzong saluted and said: "Saint, as a courtier, you need to speculate on the holy will, but as a saint, you don't need to speculate so much about the mind of a courtier." ”

"You mean I'm overly suspicious?"

"Don't dare." Sun Chengzong bowed and said, "As a courtier, it was originally supposed to share the worries of the saints. If there is any mustard and dislike in the saint, you can just wipe our official hat. But, holy. If you are a courtier, do your duty, and do any big thing, it is a good thing to consolidate the country, do you think that a courtier who has repeatedly performed miraculous feats has been suppressed step by step, and finally even the title has been cut, can you not chill? ”

Zhu Youzhen said with a smile: "I remember that when I talked to me about Yang Fan's knighthood, it was also Sun Laoyou, right?" ”

"Yes, Holy."

Zhu Youzhen put down his hand and said, "Then let's talk about it again and reuse Yang Fan's matter." ”

Sun Chengzong saluted and said, "The saint is wise." ”

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There are many people entering Beijing today.

Guild halls all over the country are busy receiving scholars from fellow villagers who come to Beijing to take the exam. Because of the imperial examination, students from all over the country studied hard in order to make a name for themselves. Every year, between the exams, hundreds of people from all over the world come to the capital. Most of them are from ordinary backgrounds, some are still very poor, and the distance is far away, the people are unfamiliar, the local accent is difficult to change, and they are often bullied by some shops in renting guest houses and some small things in daily life, and they are eager to find someone to help solve these problems.

As these problems emerged more and more, they were taken seriously by some locals who came to Beijing to do official and business in the early stage. Out of friendship with fellow villagers, they invited each other to raise funds and purchase real estate for the accommodation of their sons and other people who came to Beijing for work or sojourners, and the guild hall was born.

Some scholars did not change their native accents, and they talked one after another, saying congratulatory words for their joint arrival in the Golden Palace. Only Yang Fan, who entered the city alone, looked a little different. In the carriage behind him, a large box of jewels was carried.

Seeing Yang Fan holding a knife in his hand, the city defender became a little vigilant, stopped with a knife, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Enter Beijing."

"Nonsense, I wouldn't know you entered Beijing? I ask you, who is it and where is it from. ”

Yang Fan turned his head sideways, looked at the city defenders, and said in a loud voice: "Mongolian envoy, come from Qinghai." ”

This loud voice was so shocked that the scholars who were still talking about their hometown and greeting each other were startled, and they all turned their heads to look at Yang Fan, this Han man, what did he just say?

A Han Chinese, who actually said that he was an envoy of Mongolia, said that he came from Qinghai? What a joke. Everyone thinks Yang Fan is crazy.

"You...... What's your name? ”

"Yang Fan." (To be continued......)