As soon as Qianlong came out of the hall, he saw the old eunuch Wei Ruo coming up. It's a familiar old routine. Qianlong nodded slightly and followed Wei Ruo out of Cining Palace. Gao Wuyong continued outside the Hanging Flower Gate and walked into the Xianruo Pavilion diagonally opposite the Cining Gate. This place is a habitat for the Queen Mother's family to visit relatives from afar, and it is also a palace, but the regulations are much smaller, and there is a small garden called Cining Garden in the south. Since getting along with Tang'er, Qianlong ordered someone to renovate this mansion and replace it with a confidant's eunuch to protect it, so he was very secretive. Qianlong entered the Xianruo Pavilion and asked, "What about people?" ”

"Back to the master." A Sula eunuch bowed down and said, "Uncle and grandmother are offering incense in the Guanyin Pavilion in the south." ”

Qianlong nodded slightly, and then walked lightly to the Guanyin Pavilion in the middle of Cining Garden. Under the clear moonlight, I saw Tang'er standing in a beautiful state, with her hands folded and muttering prayers. When Qianlong stopped listening, he said, "The concubine is guilty, only the concubine is guilty, may the relatives be safe, the distant people will be peaceful, and the emperor's grace will be all over the spring breeze." Qianlong smiled: "How can this kind of thing be 'all over the spring breeze'? ”

"Nan Wu Great Compassion to save the suffering and save the suffering Guanyin Bodhisattva!" Tang'er had already felt that Qianlong was coming, and after praying, she knelt in front of the statue of Jade Guanyin and kowtowed three times. stood up and squatted to Qianlong again, and then said angrily: "People do serious things, and the emperor doesn't have any time to joke!" Qianlong smiled, didn't speak again, stepped forward and took Tang'er's hands to warm them in his hands, crossed them and paced under the moonlight in the garden.

At this time, the moonlight is like silver, and the light veil is like a shroud in this small garden. Although it is the middle of winter, the garden is red and thin, the low cypress walls of dark green seem to be shrouded in purple mist, the leaves of holly boxwood are shining with silver light, and the yellow regular grass is connected with the zigzag path of "10,000", and the feet are soft and comfortable to step on. The two of them silently snuggled and paced slowly, looking at the bright moon. Tang'er lowered her head and sighed, and finally spoke:

"Your Majesty."

"Hmm."

"A woman's life is miserable."

"Your life is not bitter because of me."

"I really don't know what will happen in the future, if Fu Heng knows-"

"What does he know? Without my will, he will not return. ”

“……”

Tang'er gently broke away from Qianlong's hand, turned her face away to wipe her tears, but did not speak. Qianlong slowly pulled her shoulder, looked at her and said, "Looking at the beauty under the moon is really fascinating!" Tang'er said: "Although I am beautiful, I am not virtuous, and I am not a good person because a daughter loves my second husband." Qianlong gently kissed her forehead, hugged her in his arms, and said, "I love you, you can't resist the will!" If a hero has no career and no shoulders, why should he be loved by a beauty? I don't win your heart with the emperor, although I can't marry you openly, I can take care of you with my feelings. Rest assured, no one can hurt you. Tang'er looked at Qianlong's delicate face in a daze, plunged into Qianlong's arms, and sobbed: "Your Majesty...... I already have ......"

"What?" Qianlong cupped her face in surprise and asked urgently, "You have my ...... Such a good letter, why didn't you say it earlier, I was so happy! When will it be? Is it a man or—" Before he finished asking, he already smiled, "It's a man, you have a good look!" He dragged Tang'er into the east side room of Xianruo Pavilion quickly, picked up Tang'er with both hands when he entered the door, laid it flat on the bed, rubbed his cold hands, reached out to caress her soft lower abdomen, and asked, "When is it?" When did you know? Tang'er felt that Qianlong's hand was sliding down again, gently pushed the back of Qianlong's hand, and said coquettishly: "Immortal!" - I haven't been here for two months, and I want to eat something sour, but I still don't have it? ”

Qianlong listened to her coquettish words like a warbler, and she was already drunk, she was already overwhelmed, turned over and pressed her tightly, and imprinted countless kisses on her face, cheeks, eyebrows and eyes. Tang'er was rubbed by him and couldn't breathe, ** said with a sigh: "Beware of the dragon seed in the belly, the emperor also has to beware of the body and bones...... Qianlong gasped and said: "Before giving birth to a son, this is the last time, don't worry, Ming'er asked them to send medicine to you ......"

"Tell him to come back quickly."

After a while, Tang'er gagged her waist and sideburns, and said, "If it's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it!" Qianlong wiped the sweat on his head and smiled: "Do you still need to say this?" Give him his will tomorrow morning. I thought about what a child would be called when it was born. If it is a woman, it will be called Tingting, and she will grow up to be as graceful as her mother in the future. If it's a man, it's called Fu - no, Fukangan - and blessed, healthy, and safe, do you think? Tang'er covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "You still ...... It's up to me? He had to come up with the name. ”

The chiming bell next door rustled, and Qianlong didn't know what time it was, so he laughed and said, "The name is given by me!" Okay, you go over and still eat and drink, and go back with a fancy whistle. I'm going to go to the military aircraft and I'll be back later. After Tang'er went, Qianlong calmed down a little, then stepped to the military plane, and when he saw that he was on duty, he smiled and said: "The wine is sinking, and I have escaped from the table." Brew me a cup of tea! ”

He never thought that Qianlong would suddenly come at this time, so he hurriedly saluted, made a cup of tea from the Longjing he brought, held it with both hands, and said with a smile: "The master turned out to be a deserter." The slave thinks he has an important will! ”

"Naturally, there is something to explain." Qianlong had an idea, instead of solemnly asking Zhang Tingyu to handle it tomorrow, it was better to arrange a stop at this time, so he said with a smile: "I will make a will tomorrow and ask Fu Heng to return to Beijing." ”

Ne Qin looked at Qianlong with wide eyes, what happened to this master? Running around in the dark, you want to transfer Fu Heng back? Busy with a smile: "Fu Heng is in Nanjing." More than 10 days ago, it was said that the Nanjing bandits had slipped through the net for more than 100 people, and it seemed that they were going to flee to Luoxiao Mountain, and they would join up with the remnants of the flower bandits to gather a crowd to rebel, and they asked for an order to personally recruit and suppress them. The previous child just sent away the court sent by the emperor Zhu Pingyun, and since he is going to be transferred back to Beijing, he should explain the reason. ”

"Is this?" Qianlong paused for a moment, the "reason" naturally can't be said, but the reason must be explained, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "I originally planned to send Liu Tongxun to Shanxi, but now there is a big case to be handled in Beijing, and I plan to let Fu Heng return to Beijing to report on work, and then go to Shanxi to run an errand." The cult that floats high in Shanxi has also set off its cannons in Heicha Mountain, and the officials should also go to check it out. After saying that, I thought about it, although I felt reluctant, I still made sense, and I just laughed. Although the relatives didn't understand why Qianlong didn't let Fu Heng suppress "a flower" nearby, and wanted him to travel thousands of miles to suppress the "floating high" thief, but the holy will wanted him to report on his work, and he must have the emperor's own calculations, so he hurriedly bowed down and said: "The holy will is clear." The slave drafted the text, and Ming'er used 600 li to send it to Nanjing. There was still something to play, and the commander of the infantry army came to the yamen, saying that Liu Kang had been sent to the beekeeping road to be strictly guarded. Liu Kang was a political envoy in Shanxi, and the servants didn't know what happened to him. I don't know how to reply, please ask the Holy Order, do you want to inform Zhang Tingyu and Ortai, the two ministers of military aircraft? Who will make up for Liu Kang's shortcomings? Qianlong was about to get up and rush back to Cining Palace, when he heard that he had got Liu Kang, he stopped and said with a smile: "This is the 'big case' that Fang Caizhen said." Liu Tongxun was born as a clerk and was familiar with solving cases, and the case had been handed over to him to handle. This is a criminal case, don't file it in the Military Aircraft Department, tell Prince Zhuang about the cooking, and give Zhang Tingyu a notice to them. It is better to make up for the Shanxi domain. With that, he left the military aircraft and hurried to Cining Palace to serve his mother.

Fu Heng received the 600 miles of the Military Aircraft Department to step up the court's order, and he was a little surprised, he was doing an errand outside, Jiangxi and Fujian provinces had not yet inspected, and he was called back to report on his work for no reason? Besides, Jiangxi and Shanxi are all thieves, what's the difference? Do you want to transfer yourself from Nanjing to Shanxi? He lived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for half a year, and today he checked the relief, and Ming'er patrolled the river again, and inspected the arsenal, and prepared to attack Luoxiao Mountain, from the governor and general to the yamen of various departments, every day to wait for this uncle, he was so busy, and everyone was relieved to hear this will, and he wished that he would set off. Governor Yin Jishan had already made an appointment with General Yaha to come to Qin to worship, that Yin Jishan was born in a famous family, wrote a good article, his tongue was like a clever spring, and he regretted goodbye, and he wanted to come again. Fu Heng just laughed when he heard it, and said, "Jishan, don't play with me with this flower intestine." I don't know you yet? As far as the two of us are concerned, I believe you when you say this. If you want to talk about the provincial officials, I'm afraid that I can't wait to come out with a black old man to make Uncle Fu Guo! I'll leave tonight, and I'll leave the host. You said that you have some letter to bring to the old minister Yin Tai, but I am afraid that I will still use it. Yin Jishan and Yaha both laughed when he said this. Yaha smiled, "We're on the way, and we've discussed it." My mother and the fourteenth princess of Shuo have a sixtieth birthday, and several little princesses must go to pay their respects, I beat seventy gold hairpins with one hundred taels of gold, and ask the sixth master to bring them back; Yin Zhongcheng is twelve baskets of lucky oranges, all of which are carried by mules. You take the dry road, we send you across the river, and there is water and wine on the bank of the river. Is this done? ”

"I have one more thing," Yin Jishan said, "If it weren't for Lao Ya talking about 'Jin Hai', I would have almost forgotten it." Fu Ye said every day how Cao Xueqin, Le Min, and He Zhi were a few literary friends. I've really been envious of it for a long time. Please ask the sixth master to bring a message, and please come to know. I will try it next year, and I will still give it to Beijing at that time. Uh-please give it to my old lady when you come-" Fu Heng interrupted Yin Jishan's words and said, "Don't come to this set of old women's tongues, if the old Yin Xiang is not in Beijing, won't I send them?" The three of them laughed and dispersed, and Fu Heng left Nanjing that night.

It was early February for Fu Heng and his entourage to return to Beijing. Fu Heng had a strangely heavy and excited mood at this time. When crossing the Yellow River, he once asked Shao Gong if he knew if there were anti-thieves gathering in the mountains, and Zi Gong said that he didn't know, but he only heard that there was an immortal named Piao Gao in Luliang Mountain who could scatter beans into soldiers, pull flags and set off cannons, and confront the officials. At first glance, Fu Heng thought of meeting Piaogao in Shijiazhuang, and Juanjuan's fragrant shadow and dancing posture could not be erased, and he could not be rubbed off. Although there are no verbal friends, at the moment of giving the poem, the wisps of tenderness revealed between the expectations make this young nobleman ecstasy. If it's really them, they will lead their troops to fight, and the soldiers will meet each other, what will it be like! But when the blind man Wu heard this, he was elated, and said several times: "This time, when the master goes to Shanxi to use soldiers, he must bring his minions." Slaves have no field merits, and they will not achieve positive results after all. If it's really high, this time you have to have a good deal with him! Fu Heng had no choice but to smile bitterly and agree.

When I arrived at Luheyi, it was the last stop, and I returned to Beijing according to the rules, and I couldn't go home if I didn't see the emperor. But the family didn't know where to inquire about his return today. Tang'er led dozens of male and female servants with heads and faces in the mansion to wait next to the stone lion outside the post. As soon as Fu Heng's sedan chair fell, he came out, and a group of people knelt on the crow, asking for peace in unison, and Tang'er squatted down.

"That's it." Fu Heng smiled, "How can there be such a rule, don't let me go back, you're all here!" In this case, the emperor knew that he was going to say, 'Uncle Guo returned to Beijing to welcome him'! Not good - all back! Zuo Ming'er has seen the saint, can I not go back? Seeing Tang'er smiled silently. Tang'er was a little flustered when she saw him get out of the sedan chair, but she was calm at the moment. When I looked at Fu Heng, I saw that Fu Heng was not wearing an official uniform, he was wearing a navy blue Xuanhu style lambskin robe, and he was wearing a dark silk Baturu vest with beaded beads and gold threads. Seeing Fu Heng pushing everyone back, Tang'er pursed her lips and smiled: "Didn't you know that the master came back, and the people who came to stammer, they were all kind-hearted, where did they provoke the emperor!" We didn't spend the night here, so we prepared a table of water and wine for the lord to pick up the wind. As he spoke, he ordered, "Unload the food and drink and move it to the post station." Lord Zhang, you can send the silver of the post people! "It's really a woman's family, I can't help you!" Fu Heng said with a smile and entered the post station.

Tang'er saw that everyone was busy arranging wine and food, and said to Fu Heng with a smile, "Let's change clothes first in the conservatory." The black clothes are dirty, so I can't see it, and it's all dust! Then he took out a small burden from the cage and supervised Fu Heng to take it off. Fu Heng laughed quietly: "Do you want me to change my clothes, or do you want to see me change my clothes?" As he spoke, he came up and hugged Tang'er. Tang'er took a sip, snapped his hand down, and said with a red face: "Beware of people outside, listen, my body has not been clean for several days, Ming'er, you have to be patient!" - I have no conscience, I don't know how much wild food I have eaten outside, and I will still think about me! As he spoke, he cleaned up Fu Heng's clothes, took out a messy silver ticket from Fu Heng's sleeve, and when he opened a piece of paper to read, it was a love poem, and he laughed and laughed quietly: "What is this?" Dare you say no? Kill a thousand knives! ”

"As soon as you get out of the car, you will come to search for it, I will be Fang Xuanling!" Fu Heng buttoned his button and smiled, "There is a story on this paper, just for you to see, and I'll tell you when I get back." I'm on a mission outside, walking a step and staring at dozens of pairs of eyes, even if I am Sun Xingzhi, I can't steal a woman! After that, he stood at the door and coughed dryly, walked out of the conservatory, and Tang'er followed herself.

On the second day, Qianlong met Fu Heng in the Qianqing Palace, and Fu Heng wrote a draft all the way, divided into three layers: military and political, civil affairs, and disaster relief and famine, detailing the situation seen in various places, the methods of dealing with it, and the long-term plans and near-term arrangements. Finally, he said: "The emperor's leniency is the most popular strategy for governing the world today. The grass and the small people have benefited. Even Gong Wei wrote a eulogy. It's just that the situation is different in different places, and some places do it well, and some places do not do it well. If it is done well, the upper and lower will be united to the emperor's grace; According to the opinion of the slaves, it is the responsibility of the priest that the parents and officials cannot spread the rain and dew all over the grasslands, and it is the responsibility of the priest to send the officers to patrol and deal with it in time, so as not to cause chaos. When the first emperor was there, He Yukui in Shandong, Zhang Ziqiang in Shaanxi, and Hu Shiping in Jiangxi gathered to rebel, all of which were exposed by tens of thousands of people. As soon as the magistrates announced the constitution, many people scattered like birds and beasts. It is a flower, floating high thieves, and last night's minister's report on the mansion, there were only more than 1,000 people - compared with the two, the emperor's leniency and love for the people, traveling around the world, has seen obvious results. Speaking of this, Fu Heng straightened his body, and his pitch was full of heroism and spirit.

"Gong Wei, is it the one from Kunshan, Jiangsu Province called Chaolinshan?" Qianlong sat upright for two hours, moved his body and sat down again, looked at Fu Heng and said, "Don't force him to write a eulogy, right?" Fu Heng said with a smile: "Back to the master, this is not reported from below, the slave likes scribes, and when he passes through Kunshan, he visits his house in Weifu, and remembers to come after looking at his day." Then he took a small piece of paper in both hands. Seeing that he was so meticulous, Qianlong nodded with satisfaction, and when he unfolded it, it was really a diary.

On February 8 of the first year of Qianlong, there was no wind in the sunny, and now I know the edict. This year, the money and grain of the provinces were all in order, resting with the people, and the countryside was full of joy, and all directions were dancing. Since the heirs, care about the people, the administration and employment are lenient, my villain's burden is relieved, but I wish a good year to rush the public tax, a little Shen Meizi's Chen, but more Mu is very Pu Bo Ze in sight, how blessed the common people deserve. Since the grass and grass have no effect, the song is not enough to praise, only with a light incense, turbid wine and thin prayers to the heavens, but the emperor's descendants will always protect the people.

Qianlong's face became a little pale, and his hands were a little trembling, this was not from the hand of a minister, nor was it the words of Jinshi and Di Chunfeng. Chaolin Mountain people are famous "Gong Quyuan", the son of the scholarly Jinshi, and the son-in-law of the Huang clan of the Loudong Wang clan. "It is not easy to make such a talented corporal Lin willing to say the words of praise.

"When you go out this time, you don't waste my hard work." Qianlong said to Fu Heng warmly, "Not only is there no empty talk about the folded strips that came up, but as far as things are concerned, whether they are strict or lenient, they can also get a glimpse of the reasoning. My heart was overjoyed. A few messengers sent out by me, like Lu Zhuo and Zhuang Yougong, have also done a good job of sending envoys, but they are always not as good as you have a comprehensive overview of the overall situation. This is the style of a minister! Fu Heng's face flushed with excitement, and when he bowed down to thank him, Qianlong said, "Some people think that it is easy to change from wide to strict, and it is easy to become wide from strict, but in fact, the difficulties here are not something that can be tasted by the human body." Leniency and severity are complementary, and the government is safe. This is an easy to understand truth. But Wang Shijun and his ilk want to misinterpret it, and want to add guilt to me in the name of unfilial piety. I am young, and I am all old ministers left over from several lifetimes, and the harsh government in front of me is all handled by them, and some of them still rely on this promotion to make a fortune; If you turn the government affairs over, he thinks that 'a son of heaven and a courtier' is deliberately rectifying him. There are also those who are accustomed to bullying the poor, and who have always been powerful and good, and you should forgive them that they cannot do it. Because he doesn't understand what government affairs are all about. thought that being an official was the word 'flattering and pressing'. He will do nothing but bully people to curry favor with his superiors and change his top! It's hard for you to understand it thoroughly, you don't rely on the 'uncle of the country' to command you outside, you only have the heart of being a courtier of the court, and you can do a good job of big things without avoiding resentment, this mind is rare! Fu Heng then looked for a crack, leaned over and said: "The slave went out this time, and he was only considerate of the master's word 'benevolence', and from benevolence or loyalty or forgiveness, generosity or strictness are all in the mean." It's just that because the ministers are stupid and stubborn, despite this, there are still a lot of mistakes, and they can't be ashamed of themselves. "If you can say this by yourself, you are a superior person." Qianlong said, "Train the Taihu Lake Water Division, you have beheaded eighteen generals to rectify military discipline." But you didn't expect it, the sailors patrol the Taihu Lake all year round, and the firewood and vegetables for the winter are not supplied, how can the military spirit be stable? Killing people is the norm of the national code and military law, I am not a good person, I blamed you for that incident, because you only used killing to treat the symptoms, and did not try to plug the source of chaos. ”

"Master," Fu Heng paused for a moment and said cautiously, "The court edict said that he would use his servants to go to Shanxi to quell the Piaogao Rebellion, and I don't know when he will leave?" Qianlong smiled: "You don't have to be busy with this. In fact, grass robbers like Jiangxi and Shanxi can be annihilated in this province. Why use you? Nowadays, in a peaceful and prosperous world, literati are good at being sophisticated, military generals are hard to find, and Confucian generals are even more rare. Sooner or later, Jinchuan and Junggar will use soldiers, so they deliberately leave a few thieves to ask the children of the nobles and ministers to practice their skills, so as not to be unable to withstand the battle in the future. Zhang Guangsi's soldiers have blocked the grain road of Luliang Mountain's Tuo Peak, starve them for a while, and you will rest for ten days and a half to go on the road not too late. Fu Heng was overjoyed when he heard this will, and said loudly: "The slave has read "The Legend of Shengwu" since he was a child, and he admires the famous general Zhou Peigong in front of the first emperor the most. I often secretly sigh that my Manchurian children do not have such all-round talents. If the emperor is willing to cultivate like this, it is the lifelong luck of the slave. The slave is still young, and he will definitely fight for fame on the battlefield with a knife and a shot for his master one day! ”

Qianlong nodded silently and said, "What you say, I have been waiting for a Manchurian disciple to say it. Finally let you say it! Niu Hulu's younger brother Gao Hengzhen looked good, and he had already issued an edict to let him go to Nanjing to pick you up. He tried it in literary affairs, what about you, since I have said this, I don't have to be a pure military minister, and within a few days you will have a grace - you go back and rest, do your own thing, and I will never fail you to the country. ”

"Shane!" Fu Heng bowed his head deeply, and when he got up, he was already in tears, and he didn't dare to wipe it, but he stepped back.

Fu Heng returned to the mansion, his heart was full of excitement, and he was just out of his mind in a daze. Tang'er wanted to ask several times, but she didn't know if Qianlong's words involved her, so she sat on the side to draw and cut patterns. It took a long time to hear Fu Heng sigh deeply. Tang'er was startled, and said with a forced smile, "What's wrong with you, you don't say a word, you've been stunned for a long time, even if you are smashed by the emperor, I can give you a criticism and a criticism when you say it!" Fu Heng smiled and said, "I have to go on a business trip in a few days, so I can't bear you!" Then he explained in detail the situation of Qianlong's reception, and said, "The poem you saw me was written for Miss Juanjuan, and this trip to Shanxi is going to meet again, I can't help but sigh." ”

"What I said, I don't want to eat without tea!" Tang'er took the ginseng soup brought by the girl and brought it to Fu Heng, and said with a smile on the table, "You go and capture her alive, the master will say a word, isn't it your person!" Fu Heng smiled: "You're not jealous? "Aren't all men like that?" Tang'er smiled, "If you want to be jealous, women in the world will not be angry to death." ”

Fu Heng's mood gradually stabilized at this time, and he told Tang'er about his situation outside, and said, "Cao Xueqin, they are going to Nanjing for a few days. I heard that Fang Qing just gave birth, and I'm going out, so you should take care of it. Cao Xueqin is a talented man, and he is poor, how much help them are, he has to benefit, and I am named. I'm nothing with Fang Qing, really, don't learn to be a little family. Tang'er agreed one by one, and said: "Hongxiao Mansion and the Cao family also have a very close past, and they copy a chapter of "Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin. There is also Hongsheng, who once took Yonglian to see them. Rest assured, Fangqing is our family out, and we will take the lead after all! ”

The couple were talking, and suddenly the family rushed in and reported: "Father-in-law Gao has made an order!" ”

"Please! Shoot the cannon and open the middle door! Fu Heng and Tang'er both stood up at once. Tang'er personally put on Fu Heng's official uniform, first wore a robe with nine pythons and five claws, put on a peacock patch on his head, and put a blue bright glass top on for Fu Heng, Fu Heng sat down, Tang'er changed into official boots, and ordered the girls to burn incense. As soon as he packed up, Gao Wuyong had already stepped in with two small guards and four Sula eunuchs. Tang'er hurriedly avoided the room. Fu Heng only took two steps, turned around and knelt on the ground.

Gao Wuyong's face was expressionless, standing south behind the incense case, pulling the male duck's throat and saying loudly: "Fu Heng listens to the order!" ”

"Minister Fu Heng," Fu Heng kowtowed, "Listen to the holy oracle!" ”

"Fengtian carries the emperor's edict," Gao Wuyong read, "Fu Heng, the guard of the Qianqing Gate, was sent to inspect the provinces south of the Yangtze River, worked hard and was industrious. Walking in the study with the second level, and leading the minister of scattered ranks, he was given a leave of half a month, and went to Shanxi to inspect and handle the affairs of suppressing bandits. After returning to Beijing, he will go to work. Chin this! ”

"Shane!"

Fu Heng felt dizzy, he didn't expect Qianlong to make such a decision in less than two hours. He felt that he couldn't bear this kind of grace for a while, so he thought about it and got up slowly. Gao Wuyong had already changed his smiling face, and asked Fu Heng Qian'er to say goodbye: "The slave and maid congratulated the master!" Amitabha Buddha, the patriarch of Tiangong, who has ever seen a minister like Ye, who was promoted to the rank of minister before the age of thirty! It's not a slave and maid who flatters you face-to-face, you are a blessed minister, and it is safe to be the prime minister of peace for fifty years! The head of Gao Jiangcun Xiangye and Zhang Xiang are not as old as you! ”

"Take fifty taels of gold." Fu Heng smiled and said, "Reward Gao Wuyong!" ”