how to be safe

Yan Wenshu started the Imperial Academy in the capital after experimenting with Tanhua in autumn.The Hanlin Academy is a place of nobility, where you bury your head in scriptures and books every day, and wander around in your free time.Nested by the fire for a whole winter, and finally waited until the spring season, when the flowers bloomed, Yan Wenshu took a break from work, instead of riding a horse or sedan chair, changed into his normal clothes, and strolled leisurely on the streets of Shenjing.

Ten years ago, the emperor ordered the removal of the ban on Fangshi. Since then, there have been many lanes and lanes in Shenjing, traffickers and roads, and Goulan.

Yan Wenshu didn't get fame until ten years in the cold window, but after staying in Beijing for a long time, he was dazzled by the prosperity.He saw the crowd gathered in front of him, surrounded by a storyteller, his eyebrows were beaming, and his eloquence was eloquent. The new legend "Dragon and Tiger Fighting the King of Power and Killing Thieves of Power", where and where do you think this happened? It was in the city of Shenjing during the Kailong period of this dynasty. This is not a story that ordinary people can tell, but the first section of the Forbidden Palace Strange case, real people and facts, with evidence, only my family can tell, after hearing this, everyone in the discipline will cry once, laugh once, curse once when angry..."

Yan Wenshu heard it interesting, and knew that he was talking about the killing of the powerful minister Fan Xiao at the beginning of the current emperor's accession to the throne. Although the incident has passed for more than [-] years, it is really bold to write the person involved in the book before he died, and because of this, Attracted a crowd to listen.He walked to the noodle stall next to the storyteller, found a seat and sat down, asked Xiaoer to heat a pot of good wine, and prepared to listen slowly.

"... This Fan Xiao didn't know what to do, so he rushed into the palace to celebrate the little prince's first birthday. When he walked to the corridor of the Chongwen Hall, he suddenly saw Chen Xuandu and Chen Laoshangshu approaching him. Shangshu was holding a roll of official documents in his hand. Fan Xiao wondered what was going to be announced to the world today? He squinted his eyes and asked Chen Xuandu, and the banquet started right away. What is the business of the Shangshu going outside? After all, it is still the old Shangshu. If he changed someone else, he would have peed his pants in fear. The old Shangshu smiled, hehe, it’s just an imperial edict from the Imperial Academy. Fan Xiao is a vulgar person. The Hanlin Academy has a headache, those people are muttering and chirping in the ears of the Holy Master all day long, it’s annoying! He also takes a look at other things, and when he catches up with the Hanlin Academy, he rolls his eyes and goes , then you can go and come back quickly. In this way, he can be regarded as letting go of his life-saving straw!"

Although the story was well told, Yan Wenshu could hear many inaccuracies. The Chongwen Palace used to be called the Xuanwu Palace, but it was only recently changed. Furthermore, the current East Palace was confused with the prince who was just full moon back then.The man talked for a long while without stopping, "Fan Xiao's death is not the end. If you kill someone, your son will not avenge you! This Fan Xiao also has a son named Fan Qi..." He replayed the battle of Gaohe again, "Qihuli's number one traitor, Yuanzheng, cast black magic, set up an enchanted magic circle, and taught the emperor's army not to move forward. At this time, only one member of the army rushed out. The young general, with silver armor and white robes, was riding a white dragon horse with a tear mole in the Western Regions, holding a sharp-edged seven-star knife in his hand, and with a whoosh, it was too late to say it, and before Yuan Zhengliang recovered, he had already rushed to him In front of him, pull out the treasured sword. Do you know who this person is? It is Yuan Zhengliang's biological nephew, the first son of Yuan Zhengguan, the emperor who died in the previous dynasty, who later jumped from the high tower in the temple. The Prince Zhaohuai who fell into a paste is named Yuan Xiuru. Ladies and gentlemen, it is getting late, and if you want to know what will happen next, let me break it down one by one next time."

The more Yan Wenshu listened to it, the more he felt that this person was talking nonsense. The prince Zhaohuai of the previous dynasty had a literary talent, and he did not engage in fighting. How could he become a general in the army?When he was in a daze, Xiao Er leaned forward, "Why are you a guest? Didn't you hear enough?"

"Ah... what he said is novel."

"That's not true, but I've heard this book before, and it's about Yuan Xiuru breaking through the enchantment formation."

Yan Wenshu felt even more ridiculous when he heard it, and asked him, "If you are so powerful, why did you die later?"

"This is the viciousness of Yuan Zhengliang! He pretended to send people to negotiate a peace, and forced the Holy One to kill Yuan Xiuru. That's how the famous article came about!"

Yuan Xiuru's "Book of Chengzhong's Father" written by Yuan Xiuru to persuade Yuan Zhengliang to surrender at the end of his life is alternately written in parallel, full of emotion and reason, with swaying strokes and sonorous rhyme. It cannot be called loyalty and filial piety.Being so explained in this book makes it even more tragic.

And this is not true after all. The storyteller spouts nonsense, fabricates stories, and fabricates characters, just to please the audience, in exchange for a few copper coins to live on.Yuan Xiuru is famous and well-known, so it is natural to portray him as a man of both civil and military skills, who uses soldiers like a god, while Yuan Zhengliang, a generation of undefeated famous generals, was completely smeared because he belonged to the enemy army.Yan Wenshu smiled and shook his head. Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xiaoer changed his tone and said, "The storyteller's mouth is most inaccurate, but the death of Prince Zhaohuai is not unjust." He deliberately lowered his voice, " This was told by the servant brother in the palace, how dare I talk nonsense to others, seeing the guest officer today is kind and willing to listen, I will serve you another bowl of noodles, let me tell you." Yan Wenshu's booth was surrounded by no one. Knowing that he was only selling a bowl of noodles, and thinking that dinner was not yet available, he agreed.

"Where is Yuan Xiuru a storyteller? He's a brave young general. He's just a useless piece of trash. God gave him a good skin. When he was in power, he was full of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and compassion on the surface. It's adultery, having an affair with the guards. Later, the previous dynasty was subjugated because of him, and he even tried his best to cause constant disputes in our court. It was he who instigated the death. Only the current sage has great blessings, and Fang Ke died of this monster. Don’t tell me, how many people can’t see that article. What! This can only be said by the two men in private, and if it is said in the street, the children will spread it to the wives, what kind of words are they like?"

After Yan Wenshu heard these remarks, he couldn't even eat noodles.Although the storyteller is unconstrained, his main purpose is to encourage the good and punish the evil, and he is not indecent at all, but this little girl is in love with others, and he only chooses some obscene things to tell people, and he is plausible, complacent, and disgusting .Prince Zhaohuai is full of glory, wind and moon, how can such an illiterate Shengdou ordinary person be able to guess?He put down his chopsticks, put down the copper plate, got up and left without saying a word.

It was late at night, and the cats in the alley made it difficult to fall asleep. Yan Wenshu lit the lamp, picked up a volume of books from the table, and hadn't read a few pages, when he suddenly heard a commotion, saying that Anru Temple was on fire.Yan Wenshu's residence was in the north of Shenjing City, not far from Anru Temple. He stood up and opened the window to look out. The top of the hundred-zhang pagoda was blazing with flames, making the night sky bright and the stars brilliant.

The next day, Yan Wenshu got up early and went to Anru Temple by himself.He hadn't visited Anru Temple for several months in Beijing, but the fire aroused his curiosity. Before last night, the stories in Anru Temple were just stories, and a fire seemed to rekindle the old things in front of people.

The pagoda of Anru Temple is made of wood, and the fire started from the top of the pagoda. The pagoda was too high, and the monks had no choice but to let it burn until it reached a low place, and then put it out with water.After one night, the well-known Raksha Pagoda standing in Shenjing was beyond recognition, less than half of its original height, and was scorched black.

The last thought left by the previous dynasty in Shenjing disappeared.

Emperor Min Yuanzhengguan strangled himself to death in the pagoda, Prince Wu Xiao Dongfang Su slayed himself at the foot of the pagoda, Zhaohuai prince Yuanxiu fell to his death... A pagoda built to accumulate blessings and pray for safety is so bloodstained!

He paced back and forth around the wooden pagoda, when another group of people poured out of the temple, he saw that group of people dressed in brocade clothes, the leader was a tall, ruddy complexion, wearing plain robes with dragon patterns and a jade crown on his head, standing in front of the porch Under the big peach tree, Su Shi's independent figure was quite visible. Yan Wenshu stopped in his tracks and stared blankly.

The man also saw him, so he took two steps forward and asked, "What are you looking at?" Yan Wenshu realized that he was lost in thought, with an apologetic expression on his face, "I see...the peach blossoms on that tree are just in bloom."

The other party also turned around to look at the peach tree, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "My father planted this."

Yan Wenshu heard him talk about his family background, bowed his head and asked, "Have you asked your brother's name yet?"

"My surname is Dongfang."

Royal relatives?The imperial relatives of this dynasty are no more honorable than those of the previous dynasty, and princes pay three points of respect to scholars in the court. Yan Wenshu is self-confident that he is a disciple of the emperor, and when he sees that the other party does not mention his full name, he has no intention of returning the courtesy. Beyond gold and jade...

"Ling Chuan Yan Wenshu pays a visit to Brother Dongfang." Yan Wenshu saluted briefly, and was about to turn around and leave, but the man said again, "Tanhualang? You have heard about the high theory of the palace exam, it's not like meeting you today."

He's actually a scholar... Yan Wenshu bowed to pay tribute upon hearing the compliment, "I'm ashamed. Can I ask Brother Dongfang for his full name?"

The man smiled, "Dongfang Heng."

Your Royal Highness?

Yan Wenshu woke up like a dream, and bowed down hurriedly, "My minister, see Your Highness. I saw it for the first time, but I didn't recognize it. Your Highness forgives me."

"It's okay, I came here in low clothes, and I didn't bring a guard of honor." Dongfang Heng asked him to lay down, and ordered his followers to withdraw and wait.

"It turns out that this peach tree was planted by Yu Te..."

"It's not my father, it's my biological father. He also died under this tree." Dongfang Heng suddenly looked sad, and raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and coughed a few times.

Yan Wenshu heard about the prince's life experience when his colleagues were gossiping, and he didn't mean to mention it to make people sad. He quickly apologized, and Dongfang Heng waved his hand, "I haven't even seen my father's face. That's all."

"Your Highness came to check on the fire last night." Dongfang Heng nodded, and the two went to the ruined tower together. Yan Wenshu saw that Dongfang Heng was worried about the fire, so he talked about his speculation to comfort him, " This pagoda has not been repaired since the fall of the previous dynasty, and the top of the pagoda has been covered with dust for a long time, so there may have been a fire hazard long ago. Recently, the drought has been severe, and the sky is dry, so the fire started."

"There has been a severe drought this spring, and Shenjing has not had a drop of rain for four months. The spring plowing in Jingji, Yanzhou, and Henan has already been delayed. If the disaster intensifies in the future, there may be civil unrest." Dongfang Heng frowned, "At this time , There is another fire in the capital, but this is Anru Temple, father must be uneasy..."

"At present, there is a long period of peace, the government is sound and the people are harmonious. Although the disaster is severe, there is no need to worry about allocating food and relief."

"Last year when the Yellow River was diverted, the people's resources and grain had been requisitioned to build dams. After giving Qihu's annual gift this year, how could they get relief grain from Gyeonggi and the two prefectures? A locust plague in Qingzhou that year disturbed the previous dynasty. Great chaos, father is the one who knows the pros and cons of it..."

"Although Qingzhou soldiers and bandits are fierce, they are just an opportunity to subjugate the country in the previous dynasty. There were many vassals and towns in the previous dynasty, each with a heavy army, and the emperor was smooth in peacetime. Once chaos arises, he only knows how to protect himself and wait for opportunities. At the beginning of this dynasty, it gradually weakened. In the feudal town, the pro-army commanders are strong and strong, and the danger of the former dynasty's demise has long been eliminated."

"Tan Hualang advocated orthodoxy in the palace examination. I thought he was just a vain person who can read sage books and explain the truth. I didn't expect to have insight into government affairs." Dongfang Heng became more and more fond of him, "It's just my concern , you still don't understand."

Yan Wenshu pondered for a while, "Maybe your majesty thinks that the emperor has lost his virtue, so he sent a warning to the heavens?" River troubles, droughts, and fires came one after another, and it was inevitable that there would be no discussion.

"Where did the father lose his virtue? It's my palace. I haven't lived up to it since I was a child..." Dongfang Heng coughed again until his face flushed. At that time, my mother was pregnant with Liujia, and she was frightened when she heard the bad news, and then she was depressed, and she died when she was six years old, and this palace also suffered from such symptoms, and she was very exhausted when she tried to cheer up every day in front of the imperial court."

"Your Highness, take care." Yan Wenshu was at a loss. The position of the Eastern Palace has always been a matter of the emperor's arbitrary decision. He is a foreign minister, and he is a leisurely and leisurely scholar. How dare he talk about it?

Seeing his embarrassment, Dongfang Heng laughed at himself and said, "Seeing you today, you seem to have known each other, but you are talking about such things..." Asking him where he worked, he said, "Articles stop at nourishing the body, after all, the Imperial Academy is not There is a place to display it. Tanhualang, a great talent in the country, is willing to bury his head in the pile of old papers all day long, delving into the path of Fu? Come to the East Palace to be the prince's servant."

Yan Wenshu bowed, "Your Highness is so knowledgeable, Manjusri can't ask for it, and he should have done the work of the East Palace, but..." He was a little embarrassed, Dongfang Heng asked, so he had to tell the truth, "I have always hoped to have the opportunity to take a foreign post. Plead above."

"You just said that this dynasty is strong and weak, and the state capitals in various places don't have much real power in their hands. Everyone wants to be a Beijing official, so why go outside?" Dongfang Heng was very puzzled, "Could it be that...do you think Donggong Not stable?"

"I don't dare." Seeing his misunderstanding, Yan Wenshu hurriedly explained, "The emperor sits high in Shenjing, and the people live in all directions. They have been in Shenjing for a long time, so it is inevitable that their eyes and ears will be blocked. I also heard the palace examinations. There are a lot of reasons. The minister said to revive the orthodoxy, but how can the current world support the way of the master? It is still based on the achievements of the people. Only the foreign prefectures and counties, knowing the husband's career, hearing the news of the people, knowing what is happening, and knowing why. Only then can we have the insight to govern the country.”

Dongfang Heng heard the great joy, "You have this ambition, and all living beings are really ashamed. I can't keep you anymore, and I hope that after taking office, you should not only care about the people, but also remember the temple..."

Yan Wenshu worshiped again, and Dongfang Heng got up and drove back to the palace.Under the ruined pagoda, Yan Wenshu looked at the thin figure receding away, feeling a moment of astonishment and remorse.

When the prince returned to the palace, a monk came back to clean it.Yan Wenshu was thinking about it when a monk with a broom rushed forward and grabbed him, "Brother! Brother!" The monk's eyes were cloudy and his beard turned white. He must be nearly fifty years old. Manjusri did not know him well, so he was surprised when he suddenly called him a brother.

At this time, some monks grabbed him from the side, scolded him for being crazy, misrepresented nobles, and dragged him to the meditation room at the back. Something happened to the prince, and the family did not sell it off. It happened that year when the water and land meeting was held, the holy majesty ordered the sin slaves to go to Anru Temple to shave their hair and become monks to redeem their sins. Kongtu lost his mind when he entered the temple, and was punished by the abbot Hua Fang settled down, and later when Prince Zhaohuai fell into the pagoda, he saw it with his own eyes, and he was frightened, and since then he has been silent, and the occasional few words are all crazy."

"He called like that, maybe he has a deep affection with his brother? Do you know what his layman's last name is?"

"I don't know. None of the monks who were taken with him could tell his origin. They only know that he was a very trustworthy person of Prince Ding. His name was Qiu Tu, and it must not be his real name."

His lord was in trouble, his family was separated, and he was alone in the world. Thinking of the troubled times back then, Yan Wenshu suddenly felt pity for the monk Kongtu, so he gave up some money and asked the temple to provide some good food and clothing. work.

In the spring of the 21st year of Hexi, the emperor Dongfangxuan issued an imperial edict to sin against himself because of river disasters, droughts, and fires. He pained Chen Yuyu for his military and political abuses for more than [-] years, and begged God for forgiveness and rain.In the same year, Yan Wenshu was released from the outside world, and later served as Luyang County Magistrate, Qingzhou Transit Envoy, Xuzhou Yantie Envoy, and Jingzhou Governor.

In autumn and October, the emperor Dongfang Xuan collapsed in the Chongwen Hall, posthumously named "Emperor Wen", and the temple name was Taizong.The crown prince Dongfang Heng ascended the throne and changed his name to Longkang.

The author has something to say: it's over, it's over, whether to write the next part depends on the situation...