Retracting his thoughts, Hua Er looked deeply at the man, as if the sin he knelt that day was because he followed his father into the cabinet to discuss politics, and the position of the tea cup was too close, and when he turned the book, he knocked it down, wet the official document, and just happened to get a number.

At that time, an official letter reporting the disaster and requesting the allocation of grain in Guanzhong. One number is tens of millions of people killed and killed.

Later, the cabinet quickly summoned the local assassins to confirm the correct figures, and only then did they ensure that the grain allocation was correct.

And he, feeling that the gentleman had lost his honor and delayed state affairs, knelt down in the hall to ask for guilt.

The palace was in an uproar. It's just a slam on the teacup, but the posture seems to be a big sin.

When Emperor Zhou Ai issued an order to exonerate him, he deliberately smiled and asked him, why did Xianqing do this.

He said, there is no fault, no blame, and only then can it be invincible.

No one understands this sentence. But since then, the name of "saint" has spread, and the minions around him have automatically brought rulers.

Then in this world, there is no Chengfeng Lang.

……

Hua Er shook her head, shook off the yellowed memory, Zhao Xixing stood in front of her, she felt more and more, and it was pleasing to the eye.

"Yan Gongzi, you have helped me with such a great favor in Jixiangpu, I have to thank you well." Hua Er looked at him and smiled, half serious and half joking.

Zhao Xixing's eyes flashed with a glimmer: "How to thank?" ”

"Thinking that Gongzi is confined to the deep palace, it is difficult to walk around the street and take a look like ordinary people, right?" Hua Er looked at the bustling Anyuan Town, "How about shopping?" ”

Zhao Xixing's heart jumped. His face was solemn and nodded: "Yes." It can also be regarded as observing the people's feelings, and those who are in high positions should practice it more and more. ”

Hua Er took a bag of broken silver, asked Zhao Xixing to take the pill with a rash on his face, and the two went out.

The sky is gloomy in October, but it does not disturb the prosperity of this dynasty, the long street is full of flowers, and the city is full of golden armor.

The streets are dotted with houses, the guins of shops cover half of the sky, tea houses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, etc., as if crowded into a bunch of rushes. The teasing of the drinkers in the wine shop was shocking, the storyteller slapped the board loudly, and the orchids threw the fragrant ropa from the side of the trunk on the second floor, which landed right on the head of the little man who crossed the basket to sell autumn chrysanthemums.

Zhao Xixing and Hua Er walked in this bustle, and the villagers greeted Hua Er one after another, but chose to turn a blind eye to the unflattering man with dog skin plaster next to her.

"Second girl, come and see my kidney beans, they are fresh!" "Flower shopkeeper, I have a new batch of rouge gouache in the store, which best matches your complexion, come and take a look?" "Yo, second sister, please give you a good day! It's cold, but your bones are okay? ”

Hua Er smiled and greeted them one by one, she had been rolling out auspiciously for three years, and the neighbors were like her own family.

coldly, Zhao Xixing beside him said in a muffled voice: "You are very popular." ”

"You don't look at who I am, everyone loves me!" Hua Er pretended to say big things, and he laughed, "It's like Childe who has a straight face all day long, and the only thing that welcomes you is the scroll." ”

Zhao Xixing glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Don't count you?" ”

Hua Er was stunned. Immediately feigned anger: "The sage didn't teach you such a broken talk!" ”

Zhao Xixing thought about it very seriously for a while, and said, "Second Miss Hua, this is what you are talking about." I have read all the books of the sages. Zhang Sanying, who wrote 'When is he poor when he is hurt and Huaiyuan, and nothing seems to be in love', there is also 'a pear tree pressing begonia'......"

"Oops! It's getting more and more outrageous! The conversation was interrupted. Hua Eryi stomped his feet, his face flushed, and ran to the front by himself.

The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia.

She didn't know that the East Palace, which was usually full of "worries and worries about the world", had such a "knowledgeable" person, just know what she should know, and learn what she shouldn't know.

"Yo, isn't this the second girl? How many more sticks of that plaster a while ago? At this moment, an old man's voice came from the shop in front of him.

Hua Er fixed his eyes and took a look. Seeing that the drunken white-bearded old man was lazy in the chair, and the good mistletoe was being sold as leeks, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Old man Sun, are you too drunk again?" ”

"Nope! Clear! Sun Lu burped, "I still remember the plaster that the third brother asked me for, and asked if you still want it." ”

Hua Er glanced at Zhao Xixing, who was slowly catching up behind him, and lowered his tone: "Old man, the plaster is not poisonous, right?" ”

"It's not poisonous! Definitely not! According to the meaning of the third brother, add some extremely cold ......" Sun Lu dodged his eyes and made a flattering gesture, "There will definitely be no death!" It's just that the cold soaks into the body, it will, it will ......"

"What will happen?" Hua Er's heart tightened. Hua San really did something, it was really a stab.

Sun Lu patted his head: "It will have diarrhea!" ”

Hua Er secretly complained. The saint who is not covered with ashes has diarrhea, how many heads can be saved by Ji Xiangpu?

At this moment, Zhao Xixing caught up, and seemed to be still thinking about the sage's problem, so he stopped Hua Er very seriously as soon as he came up, and continued.

"Second girl, why are you angry? The sages are honest and do not deceive me, and I will never speak! Regardless of Zhang Sanying, Zhang Pingzi, the five saints of Nanyang, has the saying of 'meeting the Chengji and having to fill the back room of the king', and Su Zizhan, a resident of Dongpo, also has the theory of 'loving the moon and Huaqing for a long time, and hating the moon at this time'......"

Hua Er's face quickly turned red like a fire. It's a pity that the gentleman who speaks righteously still cites scriptures endlessly.

No matter which scripture is cited, what kind of canon is based, anyway, every word is taught to dare not delve into it.

"Young Master Yan! If you say it again, I'll be so annoyed! Suddenly, Hua Er interrupted Zhao Xixing's words and glared angrily.

Zhao Xixing became more and more confused. I can't figure out how I read the "Book of Sages" by heart, what else did I read wrong?

"The second girl, the holy teacher Mencius, also said, 'Seven emotions and six desires, the routine of people, only when you want more can your heart be scattered'. This son has no idea of 'more', and as he talked about in the past, 'a pear flower presses a begonia', and he is only willing to press you alone in his life......"

"Zhao Shenyan! Shut up!! Shut up!!! ”

Hua Er finally couldn't help it, blushing, and squeezing his lungs dry.

For a moment, she regretted that she was born as a woman, and she couldn't punch Zhao Xixing in the face like three flowers.

Zhao Xixing finally stopped. He nodded slightly, his black hair hung down, and he stopped talking.

Bang, a slight sound. A porcelain vase was placed on the cutting board.

Hua Er looked at Sun Lu: "Old man, give it to me?" ”

"No, give it to him." Sun Lu looked at Zhao Xixing deeply, "The best recipe, don't worry, it's not poisonous." ”

"Governing ...... Diarrhoea? Hua Er was stunned.

Sun Lu pointed to his brain and sighed: "No." Monopoly ...... Lack of heart. ”

The corners of Hua Er's lips trembled, and he couldn't cry or laugh. Zhao Xixing can be seen clearly, not only is she missing a heart, but she is also missing a tendon.

It is estimated that the "saint" does not eat the fireworks of the world, and his intestines and stomachs are too straight.

"Forget it, it's the matter of the dog skin plaster. Otherwise, I will treat you as a doctor. "Hua Er's anger is gone, there is no way to eliminate it, after all, it is reasonable, who can say that the saint goes.