Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 113: Grandfather and Grandson Eating Secretly While Watching the Fun at the Grand Court Meeting

Although Han Fu was a disciple of Yuan Wei and studied Meng's Book of Changes, he was actually not good at studying the classics.

Scholars become famous for their study of classics, their moral character, or their talents.

But in fact, the first two paths don’t work, and you have no chance to show your talents at all, so in fact only the first two paths are feasible.

Han Fu's first path was blocked by his talent, so he could only choose the second path!
However, Han Fu's parents died early, and he had no chance to observe mourning and become famous.

In response to this, the eldest son of the Yuan family, who was in mourning for his nominal father who died of illness before he was born, said that these were all excuses for not working hard!

But Han Fu felt that he still had to save some face, so he chose to be a big spender... well, he chose to spend money!
How to distribute money?
During the Party and Factions Persecution, Han Fu used his substantial family wealth to provide large amounts of financial aid to scholars who were persecuted and oppressed. Through this lavish act, Han Fu successfully gained a reputation for his generosity and public-spiritedness.

But people tend to want to show off what they lack. When they have money, power, fame and beauty, they want to show off what they don’t have, such as knowledge!

Yuan Wei also understood this, but Han Fu usually just liked to quote from classics in private. Even if he was wrong, the scholars did not make things difficult for him because of his position as the Prime Minister and his generous and generous behavior.

This gave Han Fu the illusion that he was just a late bloomer.

Yuan Wei had never expected that his usual indulgence of Han Fu would cause him to go crazy in such an occasion as a grand court meeting. He quickly opened his mouth to shout Han Fu away.

However, before Yuan Wei could reprimand him, someone roared angrily. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the Imperial Censor Hu Wuban.

"Han Wenjie, your mother's maid!"

Han Fu was about to respond when he saw Hu Wuban's face turn pale and he suddenly threw the tablet in his hand out.

In his panic, Han Fu did not notice that he stepped on the wooden tablet that Guo Tu had thrown on the ground earlier. His foot slipped instantly and he lost his balance. The bamboo and wooden tablet thrown by Hu Wuban hit the two-beam Jinxian crown on Han Fu's head.

Fortunately, the Jinxian crown did not fall off because it was fixed by a hairpin, but it was tilted to one side by the impact of the tablet.

Han Fu hurriedly used both hands to straighten the Jinxian crown that had tilted to his ears. Veins popped out on his forehead, and he was furious. He pointed at Hu Wuban and scolded him, "How dare you be so rude!"

Everyone likes to save face. Hu Wuban made Han Fu lose face in front of the prince and all the officials at the court meeting, so he was naturally furious.

What's more, Hu Wuban and he belonged to the same school of modern literature, and Hu Wuban was also the Assistant Censor under him, the Chief Censor!

However, Hu Muban also had a bad temper, or rather, everyone in his faction had a bad temper.

The Huwu family is a loyal supporter of the Gongyang School. Apart from the Gongyang family itself, the Huwu family is the Gongyang School's most ancient and staunch supporter.

The core idea of ​​the Gongyang School, in addition to the "great unification" that was most favored by emperors, was the idea of ​​"great revenge."

Can the ninth generation still take revenge? Although it lasts for a hundred generations!

But the actual meaning of "Great Revenge" to the Han Dynasty was that when they could not win, they used it as an excuse to be tolerant; when the national strength was strong, they used it as an excuse to search through history books for excuses for war.

Although the scholars of the Gongyang School also believed that "a grudge that has been passed down for nine generations can be avenged", that was only because they held grudges and were temporarily unable to take revenge. Therefore, they did not mind enduring for nine generations before taking revenge.

As long as the Rams get the chance, they will show you without mercy what "Ram's revenge, from morning to night" means, and they will never carry their unrevenged revenge to the next generation!

In Hu Muban's eyes, Han Fu not only openly insulted Zixia, the founder of the Gongyang School, in front of him, a great Confucian scholar of the Gongyang School, at the court meeting, but also called him a lowly Confucian scholar. How could he not feel that he was wrong at all?
"It's boring! I want to see a river of blood!"

"Fight, fight!"

At this time, Liu Bian, the crown prince, sat quietly in his seat, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth and a playful smile.

Yes, not only did he not say a word, he even slowly took out two pieces of cakes that he had secretly hidden in his sleeve pocket before going to court, took a light bite, chewed rhythmically with his cheeks, watched the farce in the hall with great interest, and his face was filled with excitement.

"Er Mu Bi Ye" literally means "Your mother is a maid," but the actual meaning is "Your mother is such a bitch." It sounds like these Confucian scholars are so elegant even in their personal attacks, but in reality, this is simply due to the limitations of the times and their social status, which suppressed their level of profanity. Otherwise, it would have been a drama like "Han Fu's carelessness and loss of his own mother."

While eating pastries, the prince seemed to sense something and seemed to be aware of prying eyes. He turned his head slightly, but saw that the Grand Marshal Yang Ci had a frown on his face and was looking at him in surprise as he was eating secretly.

Yang Ci saw the prince at the grand court meeting. Seeing that his ministers were almost on the verge of fighting, he not only did not stop them but instead watched the fun. He even felt that just watching the fun was not enough and started to eat pastries with relish. He suddenly felt helpless.

He wanted to scold him, but then he thought that the prince had just recovered from a serious illness and was still weak. It would be okay for the child to eat more since he was so thin. After thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​admonishing him.

But the prince frowned and looked distressed. After quickly finishing the piece of cake he was eating, he broke the other piece in his hand into two halves and threw one of the halves directly to Yang Ci, who was only four or five steps away from him.

The bright yellow pastry exuded a faint fragrance in the air, and then drew a beautiful parabola and fell straight towards Yang Ci.

Yang Ci was slightly stunned when he saw the pastry approaching from afar, but he quickly reached out to catch the pastry thrown by the prince and hid it in his palm to avoid being discovered by others.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Yuan Wei, Guo Tu, Han Fu and Hu Wuban at the moment, and they did not notice the little tricks of the monarch and his ministers.

Yang Ci gently rubbed the powder on his fingertips with his left hand, put his fingers to the tip of his nose and sniffed, smelling a refreshing apricot blossom fragrance. It was obvious that the bright yellow cake in his hand was apricot blossom cake.

In the second month of the lunar calendar, apricot trees bloom.

The prince quietly shifted the bamboo mat and heel support beneath his buttocks, raised his butt slightly, and took two steps closer to Yang Ci, who was standing on his right side. He leaned his head slightly forward and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Old General, this is apricot blossom cake made from apricot blossoms picked by our mother herself. I love it very much. Please try it, Old General. How is it?"

Yang Ci smiled bitterly, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down.

The court was tense, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince enthusiastically gave him half a piece of apricot blossom cake. For a moment, he didn't know whether to thank him or dissuade the Crown Prince.

"I only brought two pieces of apricot blossom cake to fill my stomach. Really, this is the last piece." The prince saw Yang Ci's wry smile, as if he misunderstood that he was dissatisfied with only half a piece of cake. He pouted slightly and muttered softly. He held the half piece of apricot blossom cake in his hand, frowned, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice as if he had made a major decision: "Forget it, please enjoy it, old lieutenant."

Seeing the prince handing over the other half of the apricot blossom cake with trembling hands, a hint of tenderness flashed in Yang Ci's eyes. He inexplicably felt a sense of closeness to the prince in front of him, as if he saw his grandson Yang Xiu.

Speaking of which, Xiu'er is ten years old this year, and the prince is only thirteen years old.

Seeing the Crown Prince give up his favorite snack to the old man, Yang Ci couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile, and whispered: "Your Highness, there is no need. I am old and cannot eat too much without bloating. Half a piece is enough."

The prince smiled, his eyes narrowed to slits, and with lightning speed he took back the half piece of apricot cake. He covered his mouth with his hand and was about to eat it, but suddenly stopped and turned to Yang Ci and said, "Old General, shall we share it?"

"Okay, okay, I will use it with Your Highness."

Yang Ci smiled and responded in a low voice, the smile on his face becoming more and more amiable, as if he had not seen through the prince's intention to drag him into the water.

The emperor and his ministers ate cakes together during the grand court meeting. In this way, he could not use this as an excuse to persuade the emperor. If someone impeached him, he would even have to help the prince cover up and refute him.

But for some reason, looking at the young profile of the prince who was enjoying his meal, Yang Ci, who had always been polite, suddenly felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with being an "accomplice".

As my fragile teeth bit into the soft apricot blossom cake, the fragrance of apricot blossoms bloomed in my mouth, and the sweet taste spread in my mouth as I chewed slowly.

It's not that he hasn't eaten apricot blossom cake before. At his age, he can't eat many kinds of food. He mostly eats soup and cakes. The chef in the mansion has also made apricot blossom cake before.

But for some reason, Yang Ci felt that no cake had ever been so delicious.

I don’t know if it’s because of the queen’s exquisite cooking skills, or the pleasure of having an affair with the prince?

Yes, the emperor was also his student, and he had some inexplicable feelings for the prince in his heart.

As for the prince's scheme against him, he wanted people to mistakenly believe that he had defected to the prince because he had not spoken out to help Yuan Wei... Then he would pretend not to notice it, and just regard it as the old man's doting on his grandson.

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