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These two sentences make perfect sense.

What makes a good person? Yun Zheng generally calls people who can suffer, can suffer, and can afford to suffer losses as good people.

We have been desperately pursuing a woman, eager to give her the whole world, but when she falls into the arms of the wicked and says to us - you are a good person, this is the only reward for all your hard work.

When we searched for dry intestines and broke our legs to finally make a business, when we signed the contract, we suddenly found that the business seemed to cause some harm to the society, immediately stopped writing, and then turned away. At this time, flowers will fall from the sky, God will praise you in the sky, and a gorgeous hat will fall from the sky and buckle on your head, with four big words written on it in gold letters—You are a good person.

Hurt, sorrow, pain, hurt, betrayal, and killing are all inseparable from the word good man, which is the original sin of good man.

The so-called wicked people are a general term for those who hurt others, exploit others, kill others, humiliate others, plunder others and destroy others.

Open the annals of Huanghuang history, except for a few idiots in the emperor chapter, you can't see a good person in the real sense, according to Mr. Li Zongwu's opinion, those who are not thick-skinned and black-hearted cannot get the throne.

Then there is not a good person to be found in the following princes' generals' photographs, and the reason why they leave their names here is entirely because their skin is not thick enough and their hearts are not black enough.

If we remove the human skin they wear, we will find that it is a world of ghosts.

The lower the status, the kinder the heart - this is the law of nature, and it cannot be changed, do not believe that those heroes who come out with a bare ass to fight the world are good people, that's because when you look at them. They had just wiped the blood off the corners of their mouths.

The wicked are much purer than the good guys, and the world in their eyes is extraordinarily real because they are not expected to be covered by these messes.

When we come from the imaginary world to the real world, all the intrigues and tricks in the world are clearly displayed in front of you as if they are illuminated by the sun.

"I've never been stingy in making people's hearts more vicious! So before getting the most terrifying true description of the world. I will always stay in Tokyo.

As soon as I step out of the city of Tokyo, it means that the war has begun......"

When Yun Zheng finished saying this, there were bursts of crying in the backyard, and Wang Anshi's seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

Yun Zheng took the yellow chrysanthemum from his chest and put it on the table in front of Wang Anshi and said softly: "The prince's day is mourning!" ”

Because he is old and thin, Wang Anshi's two cheekbones appear very high, and there is a bit of clumsiness, he didn't look at the yellow flower, and said astringently: "Autumn is the time when the war horse is fat and strong, and it is also the time when my Great Song Autumn Grain is put into storage." At this time, it is okay not to fight, but the time limit is only two months.

When the Great Song Dynasty completes the autumn endowment, no matter whether we are ready or not, the war must also begin, and the people of the whole country are waiting for this war that has been longed for for five years, and they can't wait any longer, and if they wait any longer, they will lose their spirit......"

This should not have been said by Wang Anshi. The final summary submission should be said by Pingzhangshi Pang Ji, but Wang Anshi was already in turmoil at this time because of the death of his beloved son. I couldn't help but say the bottom line they had already discussed.

At this time, no one would accuse Wang Anshi of exceeding the rules, and stepped forward to comfort the old man who had just lost his beloved son.

It is no longer suitable to talk about national affairs on such occasions, and it is not suitable to continue to stay in the Wang family as guests.

It was only in the afternoon when I came out of Wang's house. The sun finally became hot, the sunlight was shining on the damp ground, the invisible water vapor was steaming, and the carriage had only been gone for a short while, and Yun Zheng's face was covered with sweat.

After a few bowls of ice cheese, I feel better. Yun Zheng urged the groom to hurry up and drive the carriage home, he needed to take a shower at this time.

In fact, Yun Zheng's desire to take a bath actually has little to do with the weather, mainly because the lice running around Wang Anshi's neck make him unbearable.

Just now he was the closest to Wang Anshi, and there was a small dwarf between the two of them, God knows if those lice would crawl out of Wang Anshi's clothes and then crawl over that dwarf to his body.

After this thought arose, Yun Zheng felt that his whole body was itching violently, and he lowered his head and carefully looked at the hem of his clothes, trying to find something suspicious.

The carriage finally ran home, and Yun Zheng, who came to the backyard, immediately asked Ge Qiuyan to prepare bath water for him, and the hottest kind.

Yun Zheng grinned and got into the water, and immediately scattered his hair, asking Ge Qiuyan to take a good look at whether lice had penetrated his hair.

"Husband, there are no lice, you have always been clean, how can there be those dirty things on your body?" Ge Qiuyan said after checking almost every hair of her husband.

"Look again, I got too close to Wang Anshi just now, and I saw lice lining up in Wang Anshi's neck to suck blood, God knows if those things will run to me."

Ge Qiuyan got goosebumps from what Yun Zheng said, his two arms rubbed back and forth involuntarily, and he hurriedly re-examined his hair, as long as he found one of those things in his hair, he would not be able to find countless ......

Later, Ge Qiuyan was worried that he was also infected, so he simply took off his clothes and got into the bathtub, and the husband and wife checked each other for lice on each other's bodies, and their hair was messy, and there was no charm at all.

Seeing his clothes turn to ashes, Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the recliner in his underwear and teaching Lu Qingqing.

"In the future, when I meet Wang Anshi's wife, stay away, if I am plagued by lice, I would rather set the house on fire."

Lu Qingqing said with a smile: "Just now I thought that you and Qiu Yan were going to do something, and I planned to come over to observe, who knew that the two of them hid in the bathtub to catch lice, it was really boring."

In addition, the concubine wants to ask, how do you know that Mrs. Wang has lice on her? ”

Yun Zheng glanced at his wife, who was full of evil taste, and said disdainfully: "The lice on Wang Anshi's body have become a plague, and his wife will definitely be crawling with that thing even if she takes a bath eighty times a day."

Think about it, Wang Anshi has skin diseases, Wang Yan has tuberculosis, I wonder why Wang has been able to live so well until now, and he was able to give birth to two sons and a daughter to Wang Anshi, what a god! ”

Lu Qingqing sighed and said: "Husband, Wang Yan is dead, you shouldn't talk about him because of your feelings, the second uncle just looked up to the sky and sighed and said that you are jealous of talents, you can't be sad, in this way, you won't be so lonely in the court." ”

Yun Zheng said with a smile: "Wang Anshi can carry it, just now he knew that his son had died, and he could still tell me about the affairs of the court, and Wang Anshi would definitely not collapse so easily."

The destiny of heaven is not enough to fear, the ancestors are not enough to be afraid, people are not enough to be compassionate, and fearlessness is Wang Anshi's character, and this blow is nothing to him. ”

Lu Qingqing raised her hand and twisted her husband and said hatefully: "You are a heartless person, and you can also use it as a story to tell such a tragic thing as Wang Anshi's white-haired person sending black hair." ”

"That's because I plan to continue to be a wicked person from now on, and I have been a good person for five years, you see, I was imprisoned again, I was assassinated by others, and I was broken by others, and the most annoying thing is that Huan was used by others as stationery, and I didn't kill anyone for a few years, and I really thought that anyone in my Yun family could pinch a soft persimmon?"

Lu Qingqing coiled up Yun Zheng's scattered hair and made it into a big woman's bun, touched a hairpin from his head and put it on, and said with a smile: "If you shave off your short hair, this appearance seems to be more standard than the concubine's body."

As far as your soft and hard temperament is concerned, you can take it in various shapes, and you are always a good man at home. ”

"The mud becomes porcelain when you burn it with fire, and that thing is harder than iron, and then I have a place where it is starting to harden now, do you want to take a look?"

"Phew!"

The news of Wang Yan's death is not known to everyone in Tokyo, after all, he is the third best talent in Tokyo, which is somewhat sad to say.

However, Wang Yan is weak, always sick and crooked, he has not been to the Qinglou a few times, and there are almost no good looks, so there are not many prostitutes to hang filial piety for him.

There is no poetry to mourn in the Great Song Dynasty, which is a kind of sorrow for a talented and famous person. So Wang Anshi personally wrote several poems for his son, and the poem that Yun Zheng went to Wang's house to recite did not spread far and wide, and it was spread all over Tokyo.

Yun Er came back from the Wang family's filial piety, and along the way, he heard several Qinglou singers singing the poem written by Yun Zheng. Wang Anshi is determined to make his son the saddest genius of the Great Song Dynasty.

Yun Zheng had been to Wang's house, and Yun Er had also gone to pay tribute to his friends, and then it was Lu Qingqing's turn to go out to comfort the two Mrs. Wang, an old man and a young man.

After coming back, Lu Qingqing took off her plain dress and put on her favorite rose-red dress again, and then said to Yun Zheng sadly: "Husband, the prince ordered that Xiao Wang's filial piety can be married again, do you think he still has the heart?" ”

"It's you who doesn't care, you let an eighteen-year-old woman be widowed until she is eighty? A good flower is only happy when it is boiled into dead wood, and Wang Anshi did nothing wrong in this matter.

Although he didn't mean it that way, it can be regarded as a crooked hit. (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2