Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other

I didn’t know that I would leave before Song Langsheng, but I could actually make a joke with him and say that I remembered the past insulting him. The princess was so fierce and majestic that he was so majestic, and I endured his eyes for a while. This was a revelation. pass.

As if he talked about my wishful thinking to me lightly, as if he was really joking.

Is it true that after a long time in the gentle breeze, you will not be eager for such an invincible princess, who can call the wind and call the rain, and can easily play with other people's life to fulfill one's temporary self-willedness.

The more I think about it, the more it feels uncomfortable somehow.

My head was hot, and I asked the coachman to speed up his whip. As soon as I stepped into the house, I came to Fu Cheng and asked him to take me to see Han Fei.

Uncle Fu Chengliu is my maiden family. I don’t know whether Uncle Qi is the cousin. It is said that Uncle Li Guo gave him a job in Yangzhou where he can fish for oil and water. He sent the treasures to him, and he chanted the Four Books and Five Classics of Confucius and Mencius to his bones. After retreating, many people didn't say anything about it. Together with his own salary, he contributed to the people. After a long time, he couldn't continue to be an official. Later, the emperor became a princess, that is, when I built the princess mansion, a mansion happened to be missing, and my mother remembered him.

In summary, what I want to express is that Bo Liu is a kind and honest man, and it is more reliable to explain to him many practical matters.

And an honest person like him couldn’t help shaking when he heard that I was going to see Han Fei, and said: “In addition to occasionally practicing swords in the courtyard recently, Young Master Han mostly reads and paints in the room. ."

I nodded impatiently: "Very good, lead the way."

Uncle Liu said again: "His Royal Highness, Lord Ma is going back to the house soon."

My face finally began to cramp: "What does this have to do with my going to see Han Fei?"

Bo Liu frowned and sighed with that gray old face, and finally didn't say anything more, and led me from the veranda onto the path, bypassing the other courtyard and walking to the waterside pavilion of the mansion.

The water pavilion in the mansion stands in the center of the lake. There are wooden corridors that lead directly to the shore. Planting grass and trees, with shades of green trees, forcibly moved the south wind to the north, and everywhere, it can demonstrate the elegance and chicness of the princess mansion.

When I arrived at the porch beside the lake, the eyes were lush and beautiful, and I couldn't help asking, "Where is the son of Han?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw him.

In the small pavilion at the half waist of the wooden corridor, there are people sitting cross-legged and playing music.

I let Bo Liu go back first and step into the center of the water pavilion alone.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the sound of the piano stopped, and the person playing the piano turned his head, and was startled to see that the person was me, stood up, and bowed slightly.

It's not bad

, I've always worried that he would drew his sword and stabbed him directly without anyone else.

He was as silent as imagined, and I spoke first: "What piece of music did you just play? It sounds like a high autumn purple sky, a drunk poetry madman."

Han Fei said: "It's just a folk song, I haven't seen how high the artistic conception is."

Seeing his indifferent expression, I smiled and said, "It's hard to make sense."

Han Fei looked at me unexpectedly, and I said, "Is it called this name?"

Han Fei said, "I never thought the princess would have heard of it."

I sat down in a shady place that was out of the sun and said, "I heard people play this song before, but I thought I would never hear it again."

Han Fei still didn’t speak, with an expression of “Who played what music to you, what’s my business?” He originally planned to exchange a few words with him to slow down the atmosphere. Go directly to the main topic: "I heard that Young Master Han is in a daze with the piano besides chanting poems and paintings in the mansion, but he is so depressed, I don't know if he wants to do something for this princess?"

In fact, I guess he would refuse with his attitude. How can I think that his face changed suddenly after listening to me, and he sullen his face for a long while, saying: "If you don't mind, what qualifications do I have to be unwilling?" "

I looked at him blankly, what does this have to do with the consort? But seeing him turn his back and stand with his hands in his hands, his tone is solemn: "Since this day is coming sooner or later, the princess will send someone to give an order in the evening."

I:"…"

Hey, I forgot his current identity is the face of the princess, so he thought I came here to ask him to do...that kind of thing? Sure enough, he was wronged. How could Han Fei be so impure in his dignified manner? And, what's the matter with his attitude of forbearing humiliation? Even if I really want to find him, this princess will be the one who will lose out!

I tried to adjust my mentality back to the balance point, rubbing my forehead and said, "I think Young Master Han has misunderstood. If I covet Young Master Han...cough, if I have a bad heart for Young Master Han, I won't wait until today to start." This sounds really awkward and tight, but fortunately, from what he said just now, I have vaguely realized that I haven't done anything to him... so he is still innocent, and it will be a little easier to negotiate.

Han Fei saw that I didn't mean to meddle with him, so he relaxed and said, "I wonder what the princess is looking for?"

I exhaled aggrievedly, and briefly mentioned the selection of the supervisory candidate that was discussed with the prince in the palace today, and by the way, I modified the prince’s high hopes for him. I just waited for him to nod. Up.

After I finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, and Han Fei frowned but didn't say a word.

I couldn’t help asking: "Young Master Han doesn’t

willing? "

Han Fei seemed to be meditating. After thinking for a while, he still didn't speak. I asked, "What are you thinking?"

He raised his head and stared at me, "Princess... when will you fool me?"

I:"…"

He said: "Does the princess want to kill me to give up?"

I didn't move, my eyes were straight, how exactly I took him to the house that day, so that he resented to the point of distortion. Why Huihui listened to Han Fei's words and felt shocked.

I said: "I don't understand what you mean." I really don't understand.

Han Fei smiled contemptuously: "The princess never forgets why I fell here."

I really forgot.

He hugged the piano and stood up, without the intention of continuing to talk nonsense with me, "If there is nothing wrong with your Highness, Han Fei will leave first."

I was finally a little annoyed: "You are not afraid of this palace, why should you keep your words so secretive? If you say that I fooled you and forced you to death, you must not think too much of yourself. If it is not the prince, I have forgotten that you are in the palace. The existence of, if you are greedy for life and fear of death and do not want to touch the stalls of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, to put it bluntly, you don’t need to play any dumb riddles here."

Han Fei had a single meal: "The princess has forgotten me. Could it be that Fang Yachen has also forgotten?" After speaking, he bowed to me and left the pavilion.

Fang Yachen? Where did this figure come from? What does it have to do with him and me?

I sighed a little tiredly, princess Xiangyi, you are just a two-year-old girl, how difficult it is for this princess to be a princess, so she finally overwhelmed and jumped off the cliff to commit suicide...

When he returned to Zhengyuan, Song Langsheng had already returned. He put on a refreshing and comfortable cotton robe and sat in the hall reading a book. He saw me come in and glanced at him, "I heard that the princess had been to Dali Temple, why didn't he leave without waiting for me? Up?"

I sat on the chair next to him, picked up the tea cup on the table, and said smoothly, "I can't bear to disturb your yaxing because of the soundness of the trial."

Song Langsheng didn't look up at me: "If you are in this situation now, if you go around and run into an acquaintance but you can't recognize it and reveal yourself, it will be more troublesome."

I said: "Can I go and see you too?"

Song Langsheng still held the book: "Oh."

I said again: "I went back to the house and chatted with Han Fei and then I came back."

He hummed, still holding the book. He looked at the book, I looked at him, to see when he turned his eyes to look at me.

Song Langsheng was very persevering. He stared at Ban Zhuxiang at the book without turning a page, nor looking up at me, as if he wanted to become a sculpture. I decided to let him give up and asked, "Who is Fang Yachen? , Do you know?"

Song Langsheng recalled for a while and said, "Fang Yachen...seems to be the face of the princess."

I:"…"

How come it's Mian Shou again!

Why is it that every time I ask "who is this" curiously, the answer is verbatim and terrifying?

I asked with difficulty: "So... is he in the house now?"

Song Langsheng said: "No."

I:"…"

What kind of wind do you have, you suddenly cherish words like gold?

I asked: "Where is the other person?"

Song Langsheng said: "Dr. Guozijian."

My tastes rushed for a moment: "Why did my face go to the Imperial College to teach?"

Song Langsheng continued to calm down: "If you can escape from the princess's mansion safely, you should be a man with a good heart. Why not go to the Imperial College to teach you?"

I:"…"

Mr. Ma, you can't change your habit of metaphorical satire, so it's a lot of pressure to talk to you.

I shook my head, "Because Han Fei mentioned Fang Yachen, there seems to be something to do with them..."

Song Langsheng said, "They used to work together in the Imperial Academy."

Then nothing else.

It's no wonder that the consort was drawn as a prison by me, so how long can I escape with such a narrow-minded mind.

I sighed: "It seems that you are my husband, and there are some gossips in the court."

Song Langsheng said, "This is also true."

I am determined to refuse to speak to him today.

When Song Langsheng saw me swallowing the cakes round and round, he dusted my clothes: "Can the princess take one of my things?"

I thought for a while and said, "Um... are you talking about a fan."

Song Langsheng stretched out my hand, and I squinted at him: "Why, it's a broken fan, just take it."

Song Langsheng said: "Since the princess is just a fan with a broken handle, what use is it for?"

I remembered the phrase "sweetheart" deep in my memory, and turned my head unhappily: "No."

Song Langsheng frowned, he probably thought I was making trouble.

Although I have no memory at all, I don't want my husband to pretend to be someone else in his heart anyway.

I want to say this to Song Langsheng.

I asked: "Is there any story about this fan? Why are you so precious to it?"

Song Langsheng's expression was a little erratic, and the afternoon sunlight came in obliquely from the window. For a while, I glanced at him and felt that he was sad.

I returned the fan to him from the cuff, and went back to the bedroom: "Forget it, I never understood you anyway."

Perhaps, I have no right to say that he is not, whether it is because of the messy relationship with the face in the past, or the person who has never forgotten in my heart now.

I find that sadness and sadness will not last more than half a day in my heart.

After dinner, the horseman returned to Dali Temple and was busy with a big case.

The prince confessed to me casually and accepted, but was rejected by that Han Fei strangely. How could he explain it to the emperor's brother?

Thinking of Fang Yachen, the Imperial College, I rolled off the bed and still felt that something should be done.

I changed into a Confucian shirt, tied my hair, stuck a small beard, and went out.

The outfit of this woman pretending to be a man was made out of the box. There are more than ten kinds of beards alone, including all kinds of mustaches, two-faced beards, and beards. In the old days, I must have loved dressing up and visiting privately, or there was a dream of a man hidden deep in my heart. If I were a man, I would be a beautiful bearded man who changed his beard frequently. The room is clean and tidy, and it is clear that he is a gentleman in official robes.

I wandered around the street for quite a while, then went to a teahouse beside the South Suzaku Gate to sit down.

Originally, there is a Yueyang restaurant next to the tea house, which is well-known in Beijing. In addition to the excellent food, the price is notoriously expensive. Not to mention the small family, Zhou Zheng, the official, would not dare to enter the door, so as not to lose it. The salary is not enough for corruption to buy drunk, so most of the wealthy businessmen and powerful people go away.

In fact, my intention was to try this restaurant, and I first saw a teahouse.

Yuelu Teahouse.

By looking at the name, you know that the owner of this teahouse should be an arty person. I asked the nearby passers-by to find out that the shopkeeper was a student of the Imperial College. After a few years as a small civil servant, he resigned after some trials and hardships. I ran to teach at Yuelu Academy in Hunan, and now I came back to Beijing with my sons when he was old, and opened such a teahouse.

During this period, there are probably a lot of miscellaneous legends. Many scholars and scholars in Beijing are famous, and they often attract the supervising students of the Imperial College. Even the academicians of the Hanlin Academy come to have a drink. Over time, the reputation is actually not at all Yayuyueyang restaurant.

The guy in this teahouse is extremely authentic. As soon as I entered the door, I greeted me very diligently. Knowing that I had not booked a private room, he enthusiastically led me to the second floor. The young man pointed to the countertop and said, "This meeting is the prince invited by Yuanping Building. Sing a little tune, and when the hour comes, there will be a teacher who tells the story, and many literati and elegant guests come to listen to the book."

I listened to the sound of the singing, which was crisp and sweet, and it had been around the beam for three days. I couldn't help but nodded, and then asked, "Where is the place upstairs?"

The young man said: "The height of the third floor, you can enjoy the plum fragrance of the lake through the window. It is an elegant place. But today, the supervising student of the Imperial College of the Imperial College has taken care of it, saying that it is for the purpose of talking, son, if you have Interested, it’s better to listen to the little tune here first..."

I deliberately stopped the fan hanging in my hand, pretending to be surprised and relieved: "So they are here..." Seeing the boy's questioning expression, I shook the fan and said, "Don't hide this little brother." , I am also a new supervisor, and it is rare to meet my fellow students here..." The young man raised his hand wittily to lead the way: "So, please come here, my son."

As you step up, you can faintly hear the sound of people's debate. When the curtain is opened, the sound is amplified and the wind is rushing. The first sentence is: "I thought Princess Xiangyi had converged. He began to intervene in government affairs again. I heard that it was the person recommended by Mr. Zhao Ge."

"Jiangsu and Zhejiang are important places for taxation. If such things happen, they should start to calm the people's hearts. How can there be any reason to shelve it?"

"I'm afraid that Princess Xiangyi will place her own person on this mission again. If the prince agrees, what else would others dare to say?"

I closed my eyes rather sadly.

It is this princess who co-authored this group of emperor's protégés, Qingtian and Shixia, the princess.

Regarding the reputation among the people, I still vaguely know a little bit. In the past, I would hear about the scholar Kan Xiangyi, the princess Yunyun, who was far away from the capital, but I didn’t leave that heart to listen. In the few days after wandering around Beijing, I found out that although the power of the princess was great, the people, especially the scribes There is a black horn in his eyes, fighting in the intriguing temple, turning clouds and raining with one hand, covering the universe with one hand.

Of course, when people feel sad and indignant, they still hold a longing for beauty. They believe that good and evil will eventually reincarnate in the world, and one day treacherous nephews such as this princess will taste the retribution they deserve.

The twenty or so scholars in front of him clearly think so.

They sat together at a table in twos and threes, expounding their views outrageously. In addition to criticizing my remarks for being a little bit radical, they also had some sincere opinions. The more I looked at them, the more panicked I was. Don't let people recognize it, and another story about "Princess Xiangyi's unannounced visit is unrecognizable" is about to spread.

The seat was full of seven or eight. I sat down in an inconspicuous corner. When I sat down, I noticed that there was a person lying on his back on the bench beside the table with a book on his face. It seemed that I was asleep. The boy gave me it. Pour tea, serve snacks, and then withdraw first.

Hearing the snapping of the folding fan, a scholar in blue who had been silent all of a sudden said: "How can the princess hold the seal of the state of prison in her hand, how can it be said that she is interfering with the government? You should not say that if you are not angry!"

My eyes are bright, oops, don’t you want someone to speak for me?

But seeing the blue-clothed scholar raised his eyebrows, he arched his hands in high spirits and said: "As far as I can see, when you call a joint letter from the world's officials to enumerate the many misdeeds of Princess Xiangyi, the introduction of the impeachment of the official impeachment, so that all the courtiers attacked, and pleaded with the princess. Granting the seal to the prince and surrendering the power of the state is the best policy."

I:"…"

Brother, I'm afraid that this policy has not yet been implemented, you will be followed by someone first.

I lowered my head to sip my tea, and suddenly heard a click again, but this time it was not a fan, but the blue-clothed scholar was hit in the head by a book.

The eyes of everyone present suddenly floated over, and I blinked blankly. Obviously, it was not me who caused the damage, although I did have this motive.

The person who has been sleeping on the stool sits up and yawns, but he is a handsome young man, "Jiang Xuanqing, if you don't have a good brain, stay in peace. Don't open your mouth. It's the way of heaven and the will of the people."

The scholar named Jiang Xuanqing said: "What we are discussing is about the common people's plan for the danger of Li people, what do you know?"

The young son picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth. With those **** eyes open, he looked directly at Jiang Xuanqing, "I only know that the princess’s supervision of the country is a wise decision made by the sage, and you are disrespectful to the emperor if I go. Let’s file a case, let alone this year’s Enke, I’m afraid that you won’t be able to see you idiots in the court in the future."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room changed their colors. Jiang Xuanqing tried to calm himself down: "Who will believe what you say alone?"

The young man stood up and stretched his body. I realized that he was particularly bright in purple. He was not a bit bookish, but he smiled very cheerfully: "No one believes what I said. Someone should believe it when I get the first one? If you are not convinced, **** the majesty and prestige of a champion? Ah, no, this year's Jianyuan is my young master. If the Guozijian is really going to be a champion, it is also in my pocket, and you are out of it."

It seems that the young man’s confidence that no one is present has enough confidence in the performance. Jiang Xuanqing completely forgot about the cultivation of literati for a while, and his voice was raised a few times: "The surname is Lu, your nasty thoughts are there in the Imperial College. I don’t know? If even people like you can serve as officials, the whole government is not as bad as Heiwutan?"

The young son curled his lips with interest: "You are telling me, why is my thinking dirty?"

Jiang Xuanqing's entire face was almost green, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers: "You, you, you..."

The young boy simply stepped on the wooden stool, lifted the corners of his robe, and flashed his eyelashes calmly: "The Communist Party of China is incomplete in a single sentence. It is really useless for you. I, Lu Ling You don’t want to be an official, and you don’t want to envy the celebrities forever. His greatest ambition in his life is to be the face of Princess Xiangyi, so what’s wrong with saying it!”