Zhang Yueheng's palms trembled, and his eyes flickered rapidly: "I... I'm a martial artist, where do I know them literati? I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it. ”

"I haven't said who he is, the general knows that he is a literati." The thirteenth painting stared at Zhang Yueheng intently.

Zhang Yueheng covered his mouth all of a sudden, picked his eyelids and glanced at the painting, and obediently relieved: "The first person in the Guangling Party, haven't you heard of it?" ”

"If you just hear about it, why should the general hide it?" Painting 13 asked, he recalled the name engraved on Guang Ziyu's body, "Recently, I met Mr. Ziyu by chance, and accidentally saw many names of Guangling Party members, some of which are not alive have been crossed out, but there are still not a few who are still alive, and I can't help but be very surprised when I see a familiar name." ”

"He's still alive?" Zhang Yueheng clenched his fists and said in a panic: "Whose name?" ”

"He's dead. The name I saw was Zhang Yueheng, a heroic general of the two dynasties. The painting thirteen stared intently and said, "Maybe, I saw it wrong, maybe, someone has the same name and surname, maybe ......"

"Maybe I'm one of the Guangling Parties." Zhang Yueheng's clenched fist gradually loosened, "This group of bullshit literati is really fucking small-bellied!" If you talk about state affairs, you will talk about state affairs, and if you care about the government, you will care about the government, why do you remember Lao Tzu's name? ”

Hua Thirteen was amused by Zhang Yueheng's arrogant reaction: "Since the general looks down on this group of literati so much, why should he be with them?" ”

Zhang Yueheng's brows twisted into a pimple, and his face gradually sank: "Because, they did do some good things for the benefit of the country and the people at that time." But later, they went further and further, and began to point the spearhead directly at the court and the royal family, proclaiming benevolence, righteousness and morality, and criticizing corrupt officials and corrupt officials, but in the end they became the puppets of rich merchants and landlords, and officials and businessmen poured into each other, causing the people to suffer in the cracks. Fuck, if I had known this, I would have led my soldiers to chop off their heads! A group of cowards who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic and only know how to chirp a stinky mouth all day long! ”

"Please also ask General Zhang to put aside his long-standing prejudice against literati and answer me truthfully." Draw thirteen positive color paths.

Zhang Yueheng pursed his lips and wiped the saliva Xingzi that squirted out just now: "You ask." ”

"Are the people of Guangling who have gone astray just a part?" Because there was a sudden thought in Hua Thirteen's mind, that is, the names crossed out by Guang Ziyu may not be because those people have passed away, but because they have betrayed the true original intention of the Guangling people.

Zhang Yueheng clenched his teeth, lowered his head and said a sullen "um", then raised his head suddenly, and said confidently: "But in the eyes of the court, they are all the same, and there is no difference." ”

"In this way, General Zhang can also be regarded as their comrade, should he also be exterminated by the imperial court like other Guangling party members?" Painting Thirteen asked awe-inspiringly.

"I... I ......"

"General Zhang doesn't need to be nervous, although I don't know the details of the Guangling Party back then, but I believe that there are still many innocent people with lofty ideals who were affected. They are still self-denying, still thinking about the world, and still cherishing a hope. Painting Thirteen said with burning eyes.

"Why do you ask this?" Zhang Yueheng looked at this unfathomable son with a dark face.

"For His Highness Cheng." Worry and certainty are intertwined in Hua 13's eyes, "He has been dormant for too long, and there are too few people around him." You and I are far from enough. ”

Zhang Yueheng's constricted brows suddenly relaxed, and his face suddenly improved: "You mean, the Guangling Party members are included in His Highness's door and used by His Highness?" ”

Painting Thirteen nodded quietly, recalling the list that Guang Ziyu had tattooed on his body: "However, not all. Gu Shishi, who is the first on the list of Guang Ziyu, is first-class in terms of prestige, character, and talent, if the general knows his whereabouts, he might as well pull a thread for His Highness. ”

Zhang Yueheng took a few deep breaths, his nostrils opened slightly, and then nodded heavily and agreed.

Hua 13 walked to the threshold, looked at the sunrise and a ray of dawn in the east, and suddenly turned around and asked: "By the way, you have heard this sentence in Guangling Academy: Recruiting Han Shi should be lacking in heaven." ”

Zhang Yueheng scratched his head: "I usually listen to them talk about the world with a pestle, and I remember that there are a lot of crepe words, but I don't have much impression of this sentence." What's wrong? ”

"It's okay, just ask." Painting thirteen lowered his eyes and meditated, if it was just innocuous and insignificant, why did Guang Ziyu specially engrave it on himself one by one? He repeated it several times, but couldn't think of any clues for a while.

The daylight flows, gradually slanting to the west. Xiaodouzi has already taken care of the daily chores for Jingmo and the others, prepared dinner, and waited for Yin Cheng to come back.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai!" Before the person entered the door, the voice rushed in with excitement.

Everyone hurriedly rushed out when they heard the sound, only to see Yin Chenglian's face full of spring breeze and radiant face, followed by three or five gracefully dressed eunuchs, carrying a few heavy gilt red lacquered wooden boxes.

"I told my father about my plan to go south, and he was overjoyed and gave me a lot of gold, silver, jewelry, brocade and silk. Xiaobai, Xiaodouzi, Zhang Laogui, all of you come on, take whichever you like! Yin Chenglian had a pair of peach blossom eyes, shining with joy.

Xiaodouzi ran over happily and fartfully, almost crying with joy when he looked at the dazzling array of rewards, although Zhang Yueheng was embarrassed to move, he also twisted a mustache on his chin, and smiled.

"Little Bean, put it down." Hua Thirteen said lightly with an expressionless face, he walked to Yin Chenglian's side, and gestured to the great eunuch who carried the gift box, "You have to work for your father-in-law to go on this trip, and when Your Highness uses these belongings to buy food for the victims, you will also be grateful for the fatigue of your father-in-law." ”

Xiao Douzi immediately withdrew his hand, and hurriedly retreated behind Yin Chenglian. Yin Chenglian looked at the thirteenth painting who was looking at him in confusion, and was stunned in place.

Painting 13 crossed Yin Chenglian, took out a few ingots of silver from the gift box, smiled and handed them to the hands of the fathers-in-law. Several fathers-in-law smiled with their eyebrows: "Your Highness is benevolent and loves the people, and the servants will definitely convey it to Your Majesty." ”

After the father-in-law walked away, Yin Chenglian glanced at Hua Thirteen with an unhappy face: "Xiaobai, have you done this too much?" It's just a few little eunuchs, why are you politely smiling at them? I would be glad to use these rewards to buy food and help the people, but why do I have to deliberately make a noise and tell them about it? ”

"Now that His Royal Highness is able to enter and leave the palace freely, some of the prince's habits have to be picked up, and the casual and uninhibited style should also be collected." Painting Thirteen reminded with a clear eye.

"I said Xiaobai, are you still Xiaobai? How do you seem to know all these doorways with all kinds of people? When did Xiaobai, who dared to play with a black bear at first glance, become so cautious? Yin Chenglian frowned, not very happy in his heart.

"If you are solid, you will die, and if you change, you will live. Ping Piaopeng has been turning for many years, from the rivers and lakes to the palace, and has to find a way to live, which may not be noble or decent, but at least it will come naturally and the effect is remarkable. Painting Thirteen said slowly without any waves.

Yin Chenglian blinked to himself, frowned, and said, "However, there are some practices that I don't like." ”

Painting Thirteen was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "Then dare to ask, what does His Highness like?" Is it a gentle township with beautiful spring? Or is it a cricket that looks at the flowers? Is it a masterpiece of painting from the past and present? Or is it the unruly poetry and wine camellia? ”

"What you said-" Yin Chenglian stared straight into Hua Thirteen's eyes with a tense face, and kept getting closer with a solemn expression, and then suddenly smiled with a smile on his eyebrows, and asked with a hippie face, "It's not easy to choose... Can I like them all? ”

Hua Thirteen's chest was tight, and he almost didn't hold back a cough: "Your Highness, can you be serious." ”

Yin Chenglian raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips: "I, I'm not a serious person." So next time you want to treat these little eunuchs, you always have your reason anyway. ”

Seeing that Yin Cheng practiced a hippie smile and didn't plan to dwell on this issue, he knew that he was still reminiscing about the sweetness he tasted when he entered the palace today: "It's good to know that I am the one who occupies the reason." Let's go, let's talk about how it is after entering the palace, I guess you are still happy in your heart. ”

With that, the two came to the study together, followed by Zhang Yueheng. As soon as Yin Chenglian closed the door, he was excited: "Guess, where did I meet my father today?" ”

Zhang Yueheng blurted out: "The emperor and the prince are discussing important national affairs, of course, in the imperial study of the saint." ”

Yin Chenglian pursed his lips and shook his head, his eyes full of a satisfied smile: "Xiaobai, you guess." ”

"The place that can make the unruly His Highness unforgettable, except for the former queen's bedroom, I am afraid there is no second place in the palace." Painting Thirteen guessed a rough idea when he saw Yin Chenglian's expression, and he understood how much Yin Chenglian had always missed his mother.

Yin Chenglian happily patted Hua Thirteen's shoulder: "Tianyu really didn't lie to me, my father still goes to the queen's bedroom to stay in Youlanzhai for a few days every month." Today, my father and I stayed there for most of the day, just like when we were children, we talked around the fireplace as a family. It's a pity that the queen mother is not ......"

Painting thirteen Nian said: "The saint and Queen Jiang are deeply in love, when I first entered the palace, I heard that the saint has always treated Queen Jiang with the courtesy of a folk husband and wife, and even deserted the six palaces Fandai, until Queen Jiang died many years later, he was willing to set up a new queen, spoiled the harem, no wonder the rest of the princes are still young. ”

Yin Chenglian said gloomily: "The queen mother was in a hurry, and she didn't expect to be killed by the gradually worsening wind and cold. Every time the queen mother is mentioned, the father is much older. ”

"That's why Your Highness needs to share some worries for the Holy One." Painting Thirteen patted Yin Chenglian's shoulder, "How about the matter of going south, how about His Highness discussing with the Holy Lord?" ”

Yin Cheng calmed down: "In terms of food, my father supports me to use the method you told me to do, after all, the official food in Beijing is limited. I also asked in detail about the situation in Yunnan, and the famine has spread to more than 20 counties, and more than one million people have died of starvation in just a few months, about half of the population of the entire Yunnan province. Among the remaining half of the people, the young and strong have fallen into the grass, burning, killing, and plundering all kinds of evil in order to survive, and the largest is an organization that calls itself the 'Desperate Gate'. ”

"How many people are there in this desperate gate?" Thirteen asked.

"Three thousand." Yin Chenglian added, "These 3,000 people will be the main target of my southward rebellion. ”

"Three thousand, too?" The thirteen eyebrows of the painting furrowed deeply, and fell into deep thought.