Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Stopping and stopping, when we arrived in Nanjing, it was already sunset three days later.

Now, there are no more officials with smiling faces to greet them, only Qiao Yu and Yang Cheng are waiting inside the city gate.

Jiang Bin's current identity is Nanjing's garrison officer, and he works with Qiao Yu, who is in charge of the defense of the South Zhili area, and holds the title of "Counselor and Mechanical Affairs", and the eunuch Yang Qi, who is guarding the eunuch. He has real power in name, but everyone who is well-informed knows Well, Jiang Bin was transferred here because of his disobedience. His official career is uncertain, so he can't bet at will.

Jiang Bin didn't care about the negligence of other officials. He got off his horse and bowed to the two of them. He suddenly remembered that when they first met, Qiao Yu and Yang Qi were also waiting for the Emperor Zhengde who came back from the suburbs in the middle of the night and couldn't enter the city. .

Now, although I don't lament that things are right and people are wrong, I still feel a little helpless about this situation.

Yang Cheng has not changed much from what he saw before, he is still unsmiling, but his words are straightforward, saying that he has prepared thin wine to wash Jiang Bin away, but Jiang Bin wants to shirk, but Qiao Yu has asked the servant to hold him for him. He got off the horse, and walked along with Wangwei, who wagged his tail excitedly when he saw him.

The tavern has a small facade and the business is deserted, but you can see the Dabaoen Temple and the nine-story glazed pagoda built by Ming Chengzu in the [-]th year of Yongle to commemorate his biological mother.Looking at the pagoda soaked in the sunlight outside the window, Jiang Bin suddenly thought of the treasure city of Kangling...

"Master Jiang..." Yang Cheng raised his glass.

Only then did Jiang Bin come back to his senses, raised his wine glass to touch him, and drank it down in one gulp.

Neither Yang Cheng nor Qiao Yu persuaded them to drink. The shopkeeper recognized them and cooked a lot of home-cooked dishes by himself.Jiang Bin ate a few mouthfuls, the alcohol picked up, his stomach felt warm, and he felt a little more at ease in life. He suddenly felt that being transferred to Nanjing in this way was not as unsatisfactory as he thought.

The three of them talked together for a while, not talking about Jiang Bin's affairs, but they were harmonious.Yang Yudao and Jiang Bin don't have to rush to take up the post, but can travel around first.Jiang Bin knew that Yang Cheng was trying to persuade him to relax, but where did he get this mood?So he waved his hand and said: "Mr. Yang's kindness, Jiang Mou appreciates it."

Yang Cheng didn't force it, and glanced at Qiao Yu, who then said, "Master Jiang's mansion is still under repair...I'm afraid I will wrong Master Jiang in the past few days..."

Jiang Bin picked up a piece of meat for Wang Wei who was waiting by the side: "Qiao Shangshu was joking, and I will never give up."

At this time, someone on the road sang the Duo: "Harmony in the village, teach the children and grandchildren, everyone's health, don't make it invalid..." This is the rule set by the Taizu, generation after generation, listened to for a hundred years.The Qingming of officials at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China no longer exists, and the words to alert the people have become the connection between dusk and night, which is no different from the sound of temple bells.

The voice gradually faded away, and Jiang Bin was a little drunk.

When the three of them came out of the tavern, it was already dark, and the young servant lit up the lights for the three of them, and Yang Cheng left the house halfway.

Jiang Bin and Qiao Yu walked side by side, his mind was dazed, and the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart all the way seemed to be floating in the air, tangled into knots one after another.

Jiang Bin didn't pay attention to where he was going. When Qiao Yu lifted his head up, he saw a familiar mansion.Jiang Bin was a little surprised. He thought that Qiao Yu's grievances for a few days should be to let him stay at the inn...

However, Qiao Yu didn't pay attention to Jiang Bin's expression, and only asked the steward at the door if he had cleaned up the guest room.

Jiang Bin was placed in a courtyard in the southwest corner, surrounded by rows of sweet-scented osmanthus, all of which had sprouted green buds, and the door was facing the vegetable garden that he had noticed before.Jiang Bin liked this place very much, so he put all his luggage down, and it happened that Qiao Yu came to him with a hangover soup made of kudzu root flowers.Jiang Bin accepted it gratefully, but carefully avoided Qiao Yu's fingertips, for fear of offending him again.

Qiao Yu seemed to have noticed it too, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment, watching Jiang Bin drink a bowl of hangover soup to the bottom.

"Is Xushan people okay now?" Jiang Bin still remembered that the last time Xu Lin came to deliver medicine, he left in a hurry after seeing Emperor Zhengde.

Qiao Yu was surprised that Jiang Bin would mention Xu Lin, so he paused and said, "Maybe I haven't seen him for a long time... Last time Ziren entrusted someone to bring some tea leaves..." He said, looking behind Jiang Bin Tea caddy on the big huanghuali cabinet.Jiang Bin understood and thanked Qiao Yu. At this time, the servant said that he had prepared hot water, and asked Jiang Bin to take a bath.

After Jiang Bin washed and returned to the courtyard, most of his fatigue disappeared, and the soothing herbs in the bowl of hangover soup had also taken effect, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

In the dream, it was burning pain. He was imprisoned in a barrier that could not be seen by the naked eye. He was gradually burned out of his human form. He could smell the scorching smell of his body, but there were heart-piercing sounds in his ears. call sign.The voice was so familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was... Tears dripped down, and were immediately licked by the tongue of fire, and turned into water vapor with a "sizzling" sound... Curled up, mouth wide open, like a fish thrown ashore , struggling feebly.Gradually, that stern call faded away... The blazing fire melted him into nothingness...

When he opened his eyes again, it seemed that someone was sitting beside him and staring quietly...

That mass of black shadow was carrying the moonlight behind it, its expression could not be seen clearly, but it evoked the unforgettable pain buried in his heart...

When Jiang Bin was woken up by Wang lick the next day, he felt his throat and hair were dry, so he poured the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

In a trance, I remembered the dream, concentrated on the memory, but forgot it all.At this time, a young man knocked on the door and came in with breakfast.After Jiang Bin finished eating, the servant took away the dishes and said that Qiao Yu was waiting in the middle hall.

After Jiang Bin was fully dressed, Qiao Yu, who had already changed into the somewhat old second-rank official uniform and was sitting upright in the middle hall, took him to meet the three garrison ministers.Those garrison ministers may not have done much meritorious service, but they are similar to Shi Yin of the generals.Qiao Yu only took half a day off, and took Jiang Bin to meet Yihou, Yibo, and Yidu. The youngest of these three Nanjing dignitaries, the youngest has passed his forties, so naturally Jiang Bin was not born as a general. The yellow-haired boy in the middle school paid attention to him, but he coldly called Mr. Jiang to save Qiao Yu's face.That haughty attitude made Jiang Bin extremely disgusted with these nobles who got something for nothing, and what's more, he fully agreed to take care of him, but implied in his words that the two should show something.After leaving the mansion of the last governor, he went to the Ministry of War after looking for some food outside.Jiang Bin, the garrison minister, was originally idle, so the government didn't want to go, so he wandered around.

The autumn in Nanjing was dry and cool, and Jiang Bin traveled to the shore of Xuanwu Lake outside the northeast city wall.At this time, Xuanwu Lake was covered with continuous lotus leaves, a silver carp jumped out of the water, turned over and disappeared in the green swaying in the wind, Jiang Bin looked amused, and most of the depression in his heart dissipated .

There are Jiuhua Mountain and Jiming Temple around the lake, and there are Jiuzhou, Xinzhou, Longyin, Lian'e and other islands in the lake. The bridges and embankments are connected like pearls.There are many literati and refined scholars here who appreciate the scenery. Jiang Bin is very accustomed to Nanjing Mandarin, and it is quite pleasant to listen to them recite poems and match them.

Beside the early-blooming chrysanthemums, an old woman was selling dried lotus seeds. The basket on the left was round with cores, the basket on the right was half-circled, and the basket in the middle was green lotus cores.Seeing Jiang Bin stop, the old woman raised her wrinkled face and said, "Young master, buy some and try?"

Jiang Bin looked at the baskets in a daze, but the old woman thought he was hesitating which one was better: "These lotus seeds nourish the heart, soothe the nerves, nourish vitality, and the cored ones can be used for cooking porridge. It's not very bitter, and it's better to make sweet soup. This lotus core clears the heart and fire, unblocks the heart and kidney, and can be used as medicine or tea."

Jiang Bin leaned over and picked up a tender green lotus core, the burnt yellow at the other end reminded him of the yellowed leaf outside the window when he confronted Ma Ang.That little yellow, as the autumn is getting stronger, the sparks erode the original vibrant greenery, and become a shriveled piece of wither... And at the gate of the city that day, one was a heartless and ungrateful man, and the other was a gulp. Eat the bitter fruit, only this lotus core, no one cares about it, it seems that the bitterness is specially reserved for him...