Zhang Luan's critical illness has been premonitored.

For more than a month, he felt his blood surging up at every turn, and his head was swollen and groggy.

He was so frightened at the elephant training that he was bedridden when he returned home. Now he only has the breath in and not the breath out. The Imperial Physician was helpless.

Everyone in the DPRK and China calls Zhang Luan the old abbot, and "old" is an honorific title. In fact, he is only 47 years old this year.

For the first forty years of his life, he tried and tried, and he was depressed.

Until the age of forty, his greatest luxury was just to be promoted in the examination, participate in the general selection of officials, and be a county official or warden.

The selection of the crown princess in the winter of the twenty-second year of Chenghua changed his fate.

When he entered the age of not being confused, his father soared to the sky with his daughter. He was first awarded the Honglu Temple Qing and became a member of the four grades of the Eight Classics.

The crown prince Zhu Youzhi ascended the throne and worshiped him as the doctor of Ronglu, and the governor of the Chinese army was also known. Become a product from the current dynasty.

Three years later, he was awarded the title of Shou Ningbo, super product.

This year, his grandson Zhu Houzhao was named the crown prince, and he was named the Marquis of Shouning, and his two sons were also named earls.

The fate of man is truly wonderful. When carrying the back, drink cold water and stuff your teeth. When the luck is smooth, the wealth can't stop it.

In the past seven years, Zhang Luan has enjoyed all the wealth in the world. It's worth it in this life!

In front of Zhang Luan's sickbed, the two brothers Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling hugged their heads and cried.

Chang Feng walked in: "Two uncles, how is the old countryman?"

Zhang Heling wiped her tears: "Brother Chang, the imperial doctor said that my father's limit is probably only today."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Luan sat up, and his bloodless face became red.

Like no one else, he told his son, "I'm hungry! Heling, you ask the kitchen to mix a bowl of tofu with shallots and pepper oil for me. By the way, I remember to sprinkle some shrimp skin at Tanggukou."

The two brothers were stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

Zhang Heling laughed and said, "Dad, how are you?"

Zhang Luan said, "Well, okay. Go get me food, I'm hungry."

Chang Feng felt that Zhang Luan was not cured but returned.

Not long after, Zhang Heling brought Zhang Luan a bowl of shallots mixed with tofu.

Zhang Luan: "Bang, Bang", gobbled it up and ate it clean.

Then Zhang Luan raised the empty plate in his hand: "Still, I haven't eaten enough." One more bowl."

Zhang Heling went to bring another bowl.

Zhang Luan finished eating like a whirlwind, and wiped his mouth: "Another bowl."

Zhang Luan ate three bowls of shallots and tofu in a row, and he still had to eat before he was full.

Zhang Heling sensed that something was wrong: "Dad, I can't eat anymore. You're eating too much."

Zhang Luan scolded: "I'm not going to eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow! You don't care if you are full of shallots and tofu? What an unfilial piety!"

Zhang Heling was helpless, so he had to bring the fourth bowl.

Zhang Luan finished eating this bowl and said, "It's good to be full! Sleepy. I'll sleep for a while."

After speaking, Zhang Luan lay on the sickbed.

The two brothers of the Zhang family were overjoyed. It seems that my father's catastrophe has passed.

Chang Feng sensed that something was wrong. He reminded Zhang Heling: "You can probe your father's snort."

Zhang Heling was confused: "It's good to probe my father's snort and wake him up again."

Chang Feng is used to seeing dead people in Jinyiwei. He noticed that Zhang Luan's face was now pale, and it was clearly the face of a dead man.

Chang Feng lowered his voice: "Your father seems to be ...... Ascension."

Zhang Heling was surprised: "What?" Then he reached out to probe Zhang Luan's snort, and it was really cold!

A heart-rending scream came from the Shouning Marquis's mansion: "Dad, why did you leave us and go like this!"

The old countryman went to the immortal, and the funeral was extremely gracious.

Emperor Hongzhi personally gave the funeral clothes, rice, inscriptions, clothes, coffins, and utensils.

The next day, in the early days of Fengtianmen, Emperor Hongzhi actually wore mourning clothes to the court. This is impolite

made. The emperor would only wear mourning clothes during the great funeral of the former emperor, the empress dowager, and the empress dowager.

However, none of the Manchu civil and military forces raised objections to Emperor Hongzhi's approach.

Some officials did not dare to touch the moldy head of Emperor Hongzhi.

Other officials believe that the current son is a good emperor who is diligent and generous. This slight violation is nothing.

At the beginning of the early dynasty, Emperor Hongzhi said sadly: "The old prince died of illness. I plan to posthumously present him as the Duke of Changguo, nicknamed Zhuang Su. His eldest son, Zhang Heling, attacked the Marquis of Shouning."

Emperor Hongzhi went a little too far.

According to the historical records of later generations, the Ming Dynasty enjoyed the national throne for 276 years, and there were only ten heirs to the country. There are only eighty-seven posthumous princes.

Only those who have made great contributions are eligible to be posthumously crowned as the Duke of the Kingdom.

Zhang Luan, the old national master, has hardly done anything except to enjoy himself in Beijing.

Unexpectedly, Ma Wensheng, the new secretary of the ministry, was the first to stand up and support: "Your Majesty, the old man is of good character and is a model for his relatives. It is reasonable to posthumously seal the country."

The Chang Feng in the military attache class is a little strange: Ma Lao Butang is suspected of catering to the wishes of the gods.

Hearing Ma Wensheng say this, Emperor Hongzhi was very pleased.

Unexpectedly, Lao Ma's words changed: "The old national uncle is born in Nasu Prison."

"During the Chenghua period, due to disasters in Henan, Shaanxi and other places, a precedent was set for accepting Su. Whoever accepts Su may be appointed as a prisoner, a servant, or a warden."

"During the Yongle, Xuande, and Orthodox years, there were also great disasters in the world. There was no such thing as a nude at that time."

"Since the Chenghua Dynasty, whenever there is a famine in various places, the imperial court will donate money. How can the prisoners, officials, and pawns be honest and self-disciplined when they use their wealth?"

"The minister suggested that the Su case should be stopped and the rule of officials should be clarified."

Stopping Su is a mission that Wang Shu gave to his successor Ma Wensheng before leaving office.

Ma Wensheng is really an old fox. First cater to Emperor Hongzhi, the purpose is to let his advice be favored.

Actually, Lao Ma hasn't finished talking through yet.

Nasu's donation is the only way for many children of scumbag officials and eunuchs to advance.

Many people's ancestors and fathers are officials, but the first generation of children is not proficient in eight shares, and they can't be promoted.

They will pay money to buy food and donations, and buy a prison student for their children.

The prisoners of the Ming Dynasty can be petty officials of the eighth and ninth grades. Those who donated prisoners entered the official career.

To put it bluntly, it is to spend money to buy officials.

Ma Wensheng wants to completely cut off the promotion channel for the children of official eunuchs to spend money to buy officials.

Emperor Hongzhi immediately agreed: "Quasi-play! The Cabinet is going to stop the Su Ordinance."

Chang Feng secretly said in his heart: Lao Ma, like Lao Wang, is not afraid of offending people. His suggestion was granted, and the whole world didn't know how many official eunuchs would hate him to the root of his teeth.

At the end of the early dynasty, Chang Feng came to Fulu Street and personally selected the funeral paper for the late Changguo Gong.

Unknowingly, he walked to the green pine coffin shop.

Seven years ago, Chang Feng tried the old lame man at night in the green pine coffin shop. That's when he got his fortune in.

Chang Feng entered the door of the green pine coffin shop. Unexpectedly, the owner of the coffin shop changed...

The new owner is the old lame.

The old lame man did not take his adopted son to the south. Instead, he stayed in the capital. simply spent money to buy a coffin shop and used it as his own property.

Chang Feng arched his hand towards the old cripple: "Old senior, don't come to harm!"

When the old lame man saw Chang Feng, he subconsciously shuddered: "I have been washing my hands in a golden basin for seven years. What kind of Qin case did you get into this time?"

Chang Feng comforted him: "The old-timers misunderstood, this time I came to buy funeral paper."

The old lame man breathed a sigh of relief, "Good fellow, it scared me to death. You put me on the tiger chair seven years ago. Later, I didn't get better, and my left leg was lame. From a fake cripple to a real cripple."

"I thought you were going to destroy my right leg today!"

Chang Feng felt a little guilty: "Senior, I had confidential business at that time, and I had no choice but to punish you. Don't hold grudges."

The old lame man was very calm: "It's all over! Now I've quit the magic door and become a businessman. You said you wanted to buy a funeral paper?"

Chang Feng nodded, "Yes." This time it was for the duke's funeral. According to the rules, the soul-attracting paper cranes and paper deer sent should be one person high."

"Don't worry about my money. I have made you a real cripple, and this time you can kill me and take revenge."

The old lame man half-jokingly said, "Then I'm not welcome, I'll take you as a birthday." Let's go to the backyard and pick a look first. I'll tie it up for you and send it to you within a day."

Chang Feng followed the old cripple into the backyard.

I saw a handsome young man, sitting in a pile of papers, immersed in reading.

Chang Feng was surprised: "Senior, is this your adopted son? How big have you been?"

Back then, Chang Feng used the old lame's adopted son to threaten and force the old lame man to confess who was the head of the magic door.

The old cripple laughed, "Yes, it's thirteen. Huang Yuan, come and see Master Chang of the Jinyi Guard."

Huang Yuan is the name of the adopted son of the old lame.

Huang Yuan walked up to Chang Feng and respectfully bowed to him: "The grass people have seen Master Chang."

This Huang Yuan was born with red lips and white teeth, a pair of big eyes that were full of cleverness, and he was full of bookishness.

Chang Feng smiled, "No courtesy."

He then picked up the book that Huang Yuan was reading, which was the "Annotations to the Four Books and Chapters and Sentences" that should be tried.

Chang Feng asked, "Are you preparing for the county exam?"

The Ming scholars' examination is divided into three steps. The first step is the county test, the second step is the government test, and the third step is the hospital test.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yuan replied, "I have already passed the government examination. We are preparing for the hospital examination."

Chang Feng was surprised: "It's only thirteen, and you passed the house test?"

Chang Feng did not pass the county exam until he was seventeen years old.

Huang Yuan nodded: "Go back to your lord." The government exam just passed this year."

Chang Feng asked, "What is the ranking of the government examination?"

Huang Yuan's answer shocked Chang Feng even more: "Go back to your lordship, the government will try to list the head of the case."

The first place in the government examination is the case!

Shuntianfu is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the style of learning is the best in the world. Huang Yuan took the first place in the government examination of Shuntian Mansion, and in some remote provinces, he could completely pass the exam!

Chang Feng praised: "Amazing! Blessed are you, old-timers."

The old lame man proudly said, "This child has loved to read since he was a child, and he knows how to be motivated. It's not in vain that I picked him up from the little beggar's pile."

Chang Feng smiled and said, "Brother Yuan, I'm also preparing for the exam, preparing for next year's spring. When you're fine, you come to my house, and let's discuss the essays for the exam."

Song and Ming called the teenage boy Lang "brother" to show closeness.

Huang Yuan said: "It turned out to be a senior. Disrespectful. I will definitely go to the house to ask for advice."

Chang Feng chose the appearance of the paper and went home.

In the early morning of the next day, Huang Yuan drove a mule cart to Changfu to deliver paper. Chang Feng went to participate in the early pilgrimage of the Imperial Gate, and was not at home.

The servant helped, and carried the paper with him into the front yard.

In the front yard, Chang Tian was playing with Zhuang Zhuang coaxing a small milk dog. Huzi was lying on his stomach with his ears drooping on the side.

The delivery room spread the good news that the female dog who was matched with Huzi gave birth. Seven were born in one litter.

Then the news of the funeral was announced, and six of the seven milk dogs died, and only one survived.

Chang Tian named it "Little Tiger".

When Huang Yuan saw Chang Tian, he bowed his hand: "Miss." I'm here to deliver the funeral paper you have ordered."

The servant reminded Huang Yuan, "What Miss. This is the Lord of Wanping!"

Huang Yuan hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Chang Tian: "The grass people meet the county lord."

Chang Tian hugged Xiaohu and said, "Excuse me."

Huang Yuan got up and raised his head and looked at Chang Tian.

Chang Tian saw that this little brother was extremely handsome, and suddenly two red clouds appeared on his face.

What girl doesn't have a spring? Chang Tian, a budding little flower, has begun to sprout in spring.

Chang Tian put down Xiaohu and walked to the paper

Before: "This crane is so exquisite."

Huang Yuan hurriedly said, "Lord Xie praises."

Chang Tian asked, "Is it your craft?"

Huang Yuan replied truthfully: "The bamboo frame was built by my father, so I will brush the paste and cover the paper skin."

Chang Tian turned his head to look at him. Huang Yuan lowered his head.

Chang Tian said: "It's so interesting, the craftsmanship is so good. You will teach me how to come to my house in the future?"

The dignified county master learned to make paper, which obviously violated the etiquette law.

However, Chang Tian is the group pet in the capital and has always been capricious. Even if she learns to make a coffin, I'm afraid no one will stop her.

Huang Yuan hesitated a little: "The grass people are preparing for the college exam. I'm afraid ......."

Chang Tian said, "Then I don't care. I won't let you come every day. Come back and forth once every seven days and teach me an hour to do it, right?"

"I'll give you five taels a month."

The county lord has an order, how dare Huang Yuan, a grass people, disrespect? He said, "Yes, the grass people obey."

The seeds of love between teenagers and girls began to germinate.

The Chinese New Year's Eve of the fifth year of Hongji arrived as scheduled.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, heavy snow fell in Beizhipu. Ruixue Trillion Year. Emperor Hongzhi respects heaven and loves the people, and it seems that God was also moved by this Ming monarch and sent down good fortune.

Inside the Tsukofu.

Chang Feng led Chang Tian and Zhuang Zhuang to have a snowball fight in the snow. Huzi and Xiaohu are excitedly scurrying back and forth in the snow.

Liu Xiaoyan walked over, "What are you doing? A county lord, a military attache from the fourth rank, and a future companion of the crown prince, what kind of physique did they become in the snow......

Without waiting for Liu Xiaoyan to finish speaking, "pop", Chang Tian threw a snowball on her face.

Liu Xiaoyan suffered the loss of her sister-in-law, and she didn't care about the identity of Sipingongren, so she grabbed a handful of snow and joined the battle group.

Mrs. Nine is mixing dumpling stuffing with the ladies of Zhang Luo. I heard the movement and came to the front yard.

Chang Feng picked up a big snowball and buckled it directly on the head of the Ninth Lady......

For the Chang family, the five years of Hongzhi were a year of unity and victory.

Chang Feng drove away the mediocre minister Liu Ji for Emperor Hongzhi, and cleared his grievances for the famous minister Wang Shu, and his power and prestige in the capital were even better.

Chang Tian became the righteous sister of Emperor Hongzhi and was named the lord of Wanping. made the Chang family a royal prince.

Liu Xiaoyan and Queen Zhang have a deep sisterhood and continue to be the best close friends in the boudoir.

The ninth lady's female red embroidery and mat wrapping skills are also good.

At the same time, many people inside and outside Daming are also spending the auspicious day of Chinese New Year's Eve in their own way.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

After worshipping his ancestors, Emperor Hongzhi returned to the dragon case and buried his head in reviewing the folds.

Forgiveness and diligence are the virtues of this wise man. Even Chinese New Year's Eve is no exception.

Compared with the dumplings made by Empress Zhang herself, he was more concerned about whether the supplies for the soldiers of the Nine Sides for the winter were sufficient, whether there would be a flood in the southern section of the Yellow River, and whether the counterinsurgency war in Guangxi could end in a complete victory......

Kunning Palace Gong Fang.

Liu Jin was carefully wiping the buttocks of the little prince Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao was not honest when he shit and wiped his buttocks, and when he twisted his stomach, he made Liu Jin's poop.

Liu Jin smiled all over his face: "Your Highness Xie gave the old slave gold."

Serving the prince well and having a good future in the future is Liu Jin's Chinese New Year's Eve wish.

Inside the celebrant prison.

The pen money on duty can sit around the fireplace with the righteous son Qian Ning. Eating the dumplings that Qian Ning had just delivered.

A prisoner named Gu Dayong was reading a letter written by Wang Shu from Shaanxi to Qian Neng on the side.

Qian Neng sighed: "The old bastard has been gone for a few months. I miss him so much!"

Li Dongyang's mansion in the north of the city.

Li Dongyang, the chief examiner of next year's Spring Examination, sat on a chair with his eyes closed, listening to his three sons kneeling and reciting Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness".

Reciting the "Song of Righteousness" on Chinese New Year's Eve is the family history of the Li family.

Zhan Shifu Zuo Chunfang.

I just served as a sutra speaker

Yang Tinghe, the official, is sorting out the content of the big feast when he enters the palace on the fifth day of the first month. His family urged him three times before he left the public case and went home for the New Year.

Teaching to the emperor is a promising errand. He didn't dare to slack off.

Shanxi Zhensi Yamen.

Yang Yiqing, who looks uglier than a dog, is arraigning a prisoner.

Although he was only a deputy envoy, he was more diligent in his official duties than the main hall of the secretary.

He believes that in his position, he must seek his own government. It is his responsibility to clean up the unjust prison and give justice to the wronged.

Datongwei.

A young general from a border town named Jiang Bin was standing on the city tower and looking at the north.

He feared that the northern Hulu would take advantage of the Han family's Chinese New Year's Eve and go south to harass the Kou.

The government residence of the North Zhili School.

Wang Hua, the former champion of the dynasty who had just taken charge of school affairs, was reading an exam-taking essay by his son Wang Shouren.

Last year, Wang Hua took a trick and asked Wang Shouren to return to his hometown in Zhejiang to participate in the township test. Wang Shouren lived up to his father's expectations and raised people in high school. Coming to next year's Spring Festival.

After reading the article, Wang Hua scolded his son: "The words are confused."

In fact, the heart is happy: ancestors bless! My son is indeed a man of great talent. Today's eight-strand essay is fluent and exquisitely conceived. It will not be a problem for him to pay tribute in the spring of the coming year. The palace examination can also be ranked at least second.

Wang Shouren is 21 years old. In the past two years, he has made great progress in his studies. But he became more and more fond of talking about military affairs and also enjoyed archery.

His current idols are not Zhu Xi and Ercheng, but Wang Shu and Ma Wensheng.

He once said to his friend Zhang Xuan, who was three years younger than him: "If you go out, you will be a general, and if you enter, you will be a phase." Wen can put pen to paper to settle the world, Wu can go to the horse to settle the world, and Fang Zhen's husband is also!"

Since the failure of "Gezhu", he has become suspicious of Cheng Zhulixue.

For him now, Cheng Zhu Lixue is just a step forward to realize his ambitions.

Yi Hong House.

Xu Fatzi doesn't like the messy Duke's Mansion rituals of the New Year's Festival to worship his ancestors. simply hid on Saitanghong's couch.

Although Saitang Hong is thirty-five years old, she is a and her charm still exists. It's time to get excited.

Fat Xu pressed her couch so that it "creaked" and trembled.

His two boot brothers, Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling, did not sleep with him this time.

These two boys are busy working in the two new Datong aunts' rooms downstairs.

That's right. The relatives of these two little bastards, before their father's mourning period expired, ran to Yihong Mansion to embrace incense and steal jade.

The Ming Dynasty has a population of 60 million. Everyone has their own unique way to spend Chinese New Year's Eve.

At noon, the drum tower of the palace beat the New Year's drum.

The little eunuch of the Bell and Drum Division shouted at the top of his voice: "The sixth year of Hongzhi is ugly! Rui Xue Feng Nian, good luck!"

Time is like water, and flowing water does not rot. The torrent of history is still rolling forward......