"Don't come up, run an errand to buy some Lantern Festival for our grandfather." Cao Bo threw a piece of broken silver and sent Jiao Da away.

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, Cao Bo is a lot older, his hair is gray, his waist is bent, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the shrewdness in his eyes.

"No one expected the first emperor to die in such a hurry." Cao Bo laughed: "Life is a thing, you can't keep what you want to keep, and you can't die if you don't want to stay." ”

He turned his head to look at Cao Yu, his face full of kindness: "Now the celebrant is still Li Sanshun's head?" ”

"The new emperor has not yet ascended the throne, and the current celebrant is still in the hands of Li Sanshun's old thing." Cao Yu sneered twice: "In the past few days, I have seen that old thing keep going to the East Palace to offer courtesy, and I am not afraid of bending my waist." ”

"His heart is not easier than others, and the prince doesn't eat his set." Cao Boyi pointed out: "The people behind the prince may not buy his account. ”

After the praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches, Emperor Qingwen treats Cao Bo like a friend, and he found a reason to take Cao Bo out long before the 'storm' began, and put on top of Li Sanshun, who is more ruthless.

Li Sanshun has almost offended everyone who can offend the DPRK and the central government, and he can have a good life in the rest of the days?

Cao Bo sighed twice: "This time, our family went back to Beijing privately, first, I want to see the first emperor, and second, I want to ask you, ask you if you are willing to let go, and stay away from this land of right and wrong with our family." ”

"Godfather?" Cao Yu was puzzled: "Now that the situation is very good, why did my godfather say this?" ”

"The sieve leaks, there is never a day of satisfaction, and so is the pursuit of rights." Cao Bo sighed: "It's better to live well." ”

Whether it's the new emperor or the old emperor, you sing and I appear, in the end it's all about making wedding dresses for others.

He saw it clearly, and he saw it clearly.

"Ancestor." Jiang Banxia, who had been silent, smiled: "We all understand what you said, but how can we be willing if we don't get it." ”

"You are really similar to your father, he said the same thing back then." Cao Bo remembered the 'young man', so proud that he was almost conceited.

"But you have to be smarter than him, and know what to say and what not to say." Cao Bo smiled kindly: "It's not in vain that our family risked being involved and asked Mel'er to save you." ”

She is the orphan of the 'Pang Zhong Case' in the second year of Qingwen, and she has spied a corner of her life experience from Zheng's mouth, just opening this corner is enough to shock.

"And who is my father?" Jiang Banxia looked up at Cao Bo, his eyes were calm, as if he was asking a sparse trivial matter.

Cao Bo smiled: "I thought you wouldn't ask." ”

It's not that she won't ask, it's that she doesn't want to know.

"Let's hear a story from our family first."

*

During the Shunde period, Jiangnan produced a young genius, all the way from the child examination to the lifter, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old that year, and later tried again and again, which was a fatal blow to a proud young man.

So he kept visiting the officials in charge of the examination in Beijing, only to know that his ranking was deliberately suppressed.

Others will definitely despair when they encounter this kind of thing, but this young man didn't, he made money to catch up with his father-in-law in the palace, intending to let his reputation as a genius spread to the ears of Emperor Shunde.

"It's a pity that he didn't give enough money." Cao Bo showed a nostalgic expression: "The news only reached the ears of the eldest princess of Qingyang and came to an abrupt end. ”

The young talent and the arrogant princess, there is always a story that has to be told, Pang Zhong does things unscrupulously, he uses the name of the eldest princess of Qingyang to make friends with the powerful, and finally at the age of nineteen, he was admitted to the Jinshi.

In the second year of the drought in the northwest, this person resolutely went to the northwest alone, and quickly gathered a group of capable people in the local area with his talent and personality charm, and dug wells and repaired canals, and the drought of that year was passed safely.

"He was only twenty years old when he entered the cabinet, young, too young, and everyone envied and envied him."

Pang Zhong was very far-sighted, and when Emperor Shunde was still in power, he took a fancy to Emperor Qingwen, who was doing nothing, and had the heart to support him.

"The eldest princess loved him with all her heart, and volunteered to be a messenger in the middle, so that his plan could be implemented."

In the deep palace, where there is a light, it is enough to make people fall, and the down-and-out prince is hopelessly in love with his sister.

"He is too ruthless, too ruthless, using all the people he can to use to spoil his sincerity."

Taking advantage of the cabinet contradictions, Pang Zhong showed loyalty to Emperor Shunde, kicked off the stumbling block, and climbed to the position of the first assistant, he was only twenty-three years old that year, and there was no one in the court who did not scold him.

"The four happy events in life, the long drought and the rain, the old acquaintance in another country, the title of the gold list, and the candle night in the cave room, he has experienced the first three beautiful things, and only the last one is unexpected."

The upstart of the DPRK and China, who was stammered by everyone, actually married a Hu man, and the Hu girl was still a widow with a child.

"Later, the eldest princess got married, the wind and waves were calm, and he also had his own children." Cao Bo gestured: "A small lump is a girl with cat's eyes. ”

He looked at Jiang Banxia's eyes and became more and more kind.

"That person is me?" Jiang Banxia pointed at himself.

Cao Bo nodded, and said with a slight sigh: "If it wasn't for him, our family wouldn't have come to this position today, this favor is over for our family, and you can toss the rest as much as you like." ”

In Cao Bo's story, the source of the tragedy in Qingwen's second year was a misplaced 'fate', but in Jiang Banxia's view, it was after the struggle for power, and the winner killed the loser.

So what kind of handwriting does Qingyang have? Jiang Banxia didn't know, but she could feel the power of the person behind her.

*

Beijing suburbs, long pavilion.

On the white blanket field of snow that has not yet melted, Liao's uninhabited long pavilion has drawn the wind curtain early, and there is a brazier in it.

"Mr. Zhuzhou is so hospitable, and the old Taoist understands it." Ask Chenzi to thank him with his bags on his back.

"Where is the Taoist going to leave Beijing this time?" Meng Zhuzhou coughed lightly.

"It's about going to the coast, and I heard that Guangdong has brought a lot of merchant ships from the Franco, and if there is a chance, Poor Dao wants to go with them to the Francophone to preach." Wen Chenzi stroked his beard and said: "I heard that the country in the west is different from Daming, their emperor is the queen, there are surrounded by the sea, and the climate is also different, and Poor Dao wants to see and see." ”

Meng Zhuzhou covered his heart and forced a cough: "Hearing what the Taoist chief said, I also want to go and see it, but unfortunately this body is not useful." ”

After speaking, he raised his glass and toasted with tea instead of wine: "I wish the Taoist chief a smooth sailing in advance." ”

Wen Chenzi held the teacup to Meng Zhuzhou's smiling eyes and drank it all.

"Don't!" Lin Xuan's eyes were cracked and he rushed from a distance, and the charcoal fire contaminated with the cold air around him was crooked.

"Poisonous! Other... Don't drink..."

His voice was stuck in his throat, it was too late, and in the tea was the poison that sealed his throat with blood, and he only had time to smile at him.

Lin Cheng knelt on the ground: "Don't..."