No matter how big the wind and snow in the north is, there is still a long time before the distance flies to Beijing and turns into a majestic scene of snow full of Zhongzhou.

According to the season, if there is no shocking twilight rain and flowers, I am afraid that the dignitaries and dignitaries in the city are still calling friends and accompaniment every day, or riding on the shoulder, or holding a bamboo cane, climbing to the top of Luofu Mountain, while enjoying the wild geese in the south, while drinking and singing in the sound of geese.

The wine drunk is naturally the first-class Luo Fuchun, and most of the songs composed are lamenting the passing of years. Especially for the southern scholars who live in Beijing, in the face of this situation, they will inevitably feel homesick and homesick, and most of them will turn into lovesick tears as the wine enters the bowels.

Because of this, "Luofu Wild Goose" can be included in the "Top Ten Views of Zhongzhou" and become a world-famous scenic spot.

It's just that this year is very different, first there are Wu Ersan in Luofu Ding to kill people's heads, and then there are bad omen such as twilight rain falling flowers, "Luofu Wild Goose Song" is rarely mentioned.

"The cold geese are singing in the clouds, and the frost and wind are hitting the house. ”

Da Zhou Tianzi, who had white hair and was exhausted, reclined on the soft couch and whispered two verses of his predecessors, and then couldn't help coughing.

Under the autumn morning light, the forbidden city is still majestic and magnificent, but it can't stop the growth of cold.

Even if a brazier has been added to the East Warm Pavilion of Daming Palace, it is as warm as spring, and the son of heaven, who has not lived much, still suffers from some wind and cold.

"Your Majesty?"

The old eunuch standing on the side raised his head slightly, asked cautiously, and saw that the Son of Heaven covered his mouth and waved his hand, and hurriedly walked to the window, closing the only open window, blocking the faint sound of geese outside the window and the chill of late autumn.

The Son of Heaven stopped coughing and sighed: "Wu Qing, is there really the reincarnation that Buddhism says in this world?"

Before the soft couch, Wu Yandu, the marquis of the town prison, sat on a round stool carved with red lacquer, even if he saw that the dragon body of the Son of Heaven was sick, he still looked quiet, and he did not have the sad and concerned appearance that a courtier should have.

Hearing this, he replied softly: "As Your Majesty knows, before the minister entered the court, he was the protector of the Black Lotus lineage in front of the current Buddha's throne, but he was not the protector of the future Buddha, and he was not familiar with reincarnation. ”

The Son of Heaven raised his hand, nodded at Wu Yan's bald head with his fingers, and said helplessly: "You, can't you say something nice to coax me, this old man who is about to die? Buddhism still doesn't even have a celestial being, so how can it have the ability to establish reincarnation?"

Wu Yan was silent, Buddhism rose too late, and many things were helpless.

What's more, the Son of Heaven at this time, without the profound majesty that shocked the Quartet at the court meeting and made the world's heroes tie his hands, was like an ordinary old man in his last years, just wanted to say something common to him, a courtier with a special status, and he didn't need to deliberately greet him.

"The sun is scattered in the mountains, and the geese are singing in the sky. ”

The Son of Heaven's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and said slowly: "This poem was written by Master Meng, and I liked it very much when I was young. I remember when I was still the prince, I once climbed to the top of Luofu in the autumn, recited this poem in front of a few friends, and at the end praised Mengfuzi for using words wonderfully, not to mention listening to the geese and smelling the geese, but using a counting 'number' word, which is really a stroke of genius. ”

Speaking of this, the Son of Heaven showed a warm smile on his face: "Yan Fusheng was naturally not a scholar at that time, but he was arrogant and arrogant, and he had no reverence for me, the prince, and even laughed at me on the spot for not learning and not knowing, saying that 'counting geese' is the opposite of 'mountains', which naturally means a few geese, and it is not ridiculous to understand that counting with your fingers is counted?"

"I didn't notice it for a while, I made a big ugly, and I couldn't get over my face, so I used strong words, saying that people who have lived in Beijing for a long time know that the song of geese in Luofu Mountain starts from autumn and lasts until late autumn, and the closer to winter, the fewer geese that have not yet set off to fly south, and the more mournful and touching the sound of geese chirps. If you see an old and helpless lonely goose, it will be even more embarrassing and emotional, so that every late autumn, there are always a few old ministers who have been up and down in the sea for a lifetime to 'the old goose flies alone, mourning southward', and the love words are earnestly begging for bones, for fear that if you go one step late, you will die in a foreign land, and you can't return to your roots. Meng Fuzi's word 'number' is really wonderful, and it exhausts the taste. ”

The more I spoke, the more justified I felt, and simply pointed to Yan Fusheng's nose and asked him, you Yan Fusheng is just young and conceited, how can you understand the state of mind of those old ministers who count geese and become more and more sad? Haha, the stunned appearance of Scholar Yan at that time is still fresh in my memory today. ”

When Wu Yan heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "The minister thinks that after His Majesty's explanation, this was originally just a decent two lines of poetry, but it suddenly became a far-reaching artistic conception, and it really understood it well!

The Son of Heaven was a little proud, nodded and said: "In terms of poetry, Yan Daxue rarely convinces people, but I can be called his one-word teacher." ”

He laughed for a while, and his complexion was much better, so he put away his smile and said a little gloomy: "Speaking of the old minister, although He Tingwei is old and faint, according to my original intention, he just wants to raise the board high and then put it down gently, and he doesn't want to really kill him." ”

Wu Yan stood up, bowed down and apologized: "The prison is not strictly guarded, resulting in the accidental death of the criminal minister He Tingwei, and the minister cannot escape the blame!"

The Son of Heaven shook his head: "You were guarding in the palace at the time, and you lacked skills, and Xie Shanke was seriously injured again, which made people take advantage of the loophole." Although the edict is indeed dereliction of duty, since all the people who escorted him have died in battle, I can't be too harsh. Wu Qing and sit down. ”

"Thank you for your kindness. ”

Wu Yanfu sat down again: "Judging from the scene dictated by the disciples, it should not be the work of the immortals. The minister has instructed the apprentices to find out the real culprit behind the scenes as soon as possible. ”

When the Son of Heaven didn't smile, the outline of his facial features became more and more profound, and he nodded slightly when he heard the words: "The real murderer must be investigated, and the He family must be firmly watch......ed!

Wu Yan immediately understood: "The minister has ordered Liu Tugou, the commander of the southern ya, to organize the army to go south as soon as possible, he is a famous captain in the north, so he naturally knows what to do." It's just that as far as the minister knows, the five princes have always been friendly with many families in the feudal kingdom, especially with the He family......"

Wu stopped at the point, and the Son of Heaven snorted with a little annoyance: "Among the clan vassal kings, including my sons, there are really some fools who don't know the severity, and they don't want to take care of the gate valve sects in the jurisdiction for me, but they collude and join forces to deceive the superiors and subordinates, and plot against them!"

"Wu Qing rest assured, I will instruct Runan to let him beat those feudal kings in the south. You tell the descendant of the sick Tiger Mountain on behalf of me that if there is an obstacle in the south, you can deal with it according to the law. ”

When it comes to the matter of the clan and even the seizure of the heir, Wu Yan naturally can't put his beak in his beak, and after nodding his head, he changed the topic and said: "Speaking of Xie Shanke, he has already received the edict of the god lord and officially been named the lord of the Heavenly Hell Mountain, and the heavenly prison of the edict can naturally no longer be placed on the Heavenly Hell Mountain. The minister's request is to choose a place to rebuild the Great Ganlu Temple, one is to suppress the unjust qi with the help of the White Lotus Northern Sect of the Twelve Laws, and the other is that the Twelve Buddhas are profound, or they can get a glimpse of the secret of reincarnation from the newborn ghosts. ”

"Huh?"

The Son of Heaven's heart moved, and after a little thought, he nodded with a smile: "Yes." The injustice of Heavenly Hell Mountain is enough for Xie Shanke to use, and since he has split up, it is reasonable that Wu Qing does not want to let him take advantage of him anymore. It's just that in this way, the twelve of the Dharma will have to consume a lot of luck in vain, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not resent you. ”

Seeing that Wu Yan opened his mouth to speak, the Son of Heaven raised his hand and interrupted: "Wu Qing doesn't need to say much, the White Lotus Northern Sect has not yet made a big contribution to the Ji Room, and what you just said is exactly what I want." ”

The Son of Heaven made his words clear, and no matter what Wu Yan thought in his heart, he had to get up and salute: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After Wu Yan sat down, the Son of Heaven moved his body on the soft couch, changed the other side of his body and leaned on the back behind him, and raised his voice towards the door: "Yang Yanchan!"

As soon as the words fell, a person pushed the door in, walked quietly to the couch, knelt down on his knees and said, "The slave is here!"