There are three principles in the officialdom of Liyang, namely, the same family and fellow villager in the same year. Zhao Youling, the Minister of Personnel, and Yuan Guo, the Minister of Works, were such a coincidence. They both came from Zhang Julu, and were also a Han sancang of the Kinmen County of the Old Northern Han. During the Yonghui period, they participated in the imperial examination together, one top scholar and the other second prize, which made Kinmen County, which had few Jinshi in the past, famous overnight. If there were a similar ambition, Zhao Yuan and the other two could be said to be four. The two mansions were only two or three hundred steps apart. They traveled through doors and households very frequently, and neighbors were no longer surprised. Today, the Zhao Mansion is not only

Yuan Guo, and the relatives of the Secretary of Zhao, Yin Maochun, two important ministers and ministers of this dynasty, took their children. The younger generations were about the same age, and the children of the three surnames were mostly friends with each other. Wang Yuanran, the youngest son of Wang Xionggui of the Ministry of Revenue, teased Zhao Youling's second daughter drunk at that time. Of course, he stabbed a big hornet's nest, and even beat Han Xingyan, the only son of the Minister of Justice who kindly tried to persuade the fight. He was so desperate that he got offended the four families in one breath. However, "a blessing in disguise". In this way, Wang Yuanran's title of the first son of the capital was confirmed. Although he was later taken to Zhao's house by his father, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he was taken to the Zhao Mansion by his father who was the Minister of Revenue.

Kneeled for half an hour, but this did not prevent the prince from becoming a popular man in Tai'an City. Yuan Guo had no wife or children, but he was the most likely to be a child among his younger generations. When Zhao Youling and Yin Maochun's parents were hiding in the cellar, Yuan Guo still drank with a large group of young men and women, and personally warmed the wine and handed it out. He didn't feel that it was a big deal. A dozen younger generations were used to it, and they even thought it was natural. Like Yin Maochun's eldest son Yin Changgeng sat on Uncle Yuan's neck every day when he was a child, and his uncle and nephew made a joke. Yin Changgeng would be raised by Yuan Shishang in the future.

The old man was sent off for the death of his life, like Han Xingyan went to drink flower wine for the first time when he was young, but was deceived by Yuan Guo, who was disrespectful. This made the old scholar Han Lin furious. He was so angry that he ran out of the closed door of the Yuan Mansion without wearing shoes and scolded him for a long time. Yuan Guo was not guilty at all. When he opened the door, he took the wine pot that he had taken from the brothel in one hand and the other hand, and asked Mr. Han with a smile whether he wanted to drink. Han Lin was so angry that he broke up with Yuan Guo from then on. However, after that, Han Xingyan often secretly asked Yuan Guo for wine. Han Lin couldn't control himself, so he simply didn't see him or her.

Yin Changgeng and Han Xingyan, as serious officials in Beijing, both participated in that morning court, but their rank was not enough to enter the hall. The wind and clouds in the hall were surging, so they naturally couldn't hear it. At this time, Yuan Guo was sitting on the couch, holding Yin Maochun's eldest grandson in his arms. While dipping chopsticks to make the children open their mouths and smack them, he told them vividly about the Eight Immortals crossing the sea in the temple. Jing Yuan Shishougong added fuel to the fire, which shocked everyone. As soon as he was surprised, Zhang Shoufu, the daughter of the name of the boudoir and Yin Chuxiang's youngest daughter also entered the room. Yuan Guo had a shameful face like a naughty boy.

The head rubbed his shoulders and knocked his back as his uncle. Zhang Gaoxia, who was "notorious" among the children of the yamen in Tai'an City, glared at her. She drew her sword two inches and then returned to the sheath. Yuan Shishang, who was familiar with the temper of this female hero, had to smile embarrassedly. Fortunately, Yin Heyun was much more obedient, sat on the edge of the couch and rubbed the uncle's shoulders. Yin Changgeng glanced at the tall Zhang Gaoxia, quickly retracted his gaze, and chatted with his wife who returned to her parents' home today about trivial housework. Han Xingyan remained silent, but sighed in his heart. He also knew that Brother Yin's thoughts about Zhang Gaoxia, and before becoming the groom, all the same age

Friends are congratulating Brother Yin for becoming Zhao Shangshu's son-in-law. They all say that Yin and Zhao are both good-looking and talented. But that night, Yin Changgeng just took him to a small restaurant to drink. Han Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, why do you say that love is the most difficult to solve? It's strange that Zhang Gaoxia is not as good as her current sister-in-law. She is also a pair of blue eyes with her father, the chief assistant, and a woman has no talent. If she doesn't have the virtue of her, Zhang Gaoxia deserves to be married. She can compete with the Crown Princess who is the deputy "female bachelor" of Yanzhi. No man can talk about her so far. Swordsman

She was also extremely good. She studied under Song Nianqing, the great master of Dongyue Sword Chi, and Qi Jiajie, the first master of swordsmanship in the capital. She naturally had embroidered pillows. Even the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie also praised her swordsmanship talent. The eldest prince Zhao Wu suffered a hardship at Zhang Gaoxia. This woman was indeed the heroine who could walk sideways in Tai'an City. Anyway, no one could beat her, and fight for her family background? Sorry, her biological father was Zhang Julu, her adoptive father was Huan Wen, and there was a large group of famous court officials like Yuan Guo who left Zhang Dang but still loved her. Who dared to support her?

Yuan Guo also wanted to dip the chopsticks for Yin Chuxiang's young grandson to drink. Zhang Gaoxia, who couldn't bear to see, snatched the child. Yuan Guo had to change the subject and asked, "Where did you just talk about it?"

Zhao Shangshu’s youngest son Zhao Wenmo was still a teenager and said excitedly: “Uncle Yuan said that the Imperial College Jin Sanlang somehow had a bruised nose and a swollen face!”

Yuan Guo laughed and said, "Yes, this old punch was beaten by our Tantan Old Master Weng Huan. It's really tricky and harsh. Poor Jin Jijiu first annoyed Yao everyone, but now he was beaten by Mr. Huan, who was once half of his officialdom. Good fortune will never happen. So you guys, you must remember to be an official in the future and have to hold your tails together. Don't be too proud. There will always be a mountain high. Whether it's Uncle Yuan or your father, you have a high hat? Hey, it's still impossible to avoid the vulgarity."

The three families knew the roots and the bottom of the family, and with Yuan Guo, there was no taboo at all. Han Xingyan frowned and whispered: "Uncle Yuan, although Jin priests were interested in turning against Beiliang, they could earn fame and reputation from the court and the country. They were a bit despicable, but they would benefit the court and the country. He did have many high-level and intelligent ideas, which made people unable to help but criticize him. He and Yao all had to be pointed at both inside and outside the Imperial College. This is a good thing for Lord Zuo Pushe. Why do you have to fight? Are you not afraid of it entering His Majesty's ears?"

Yuan Guo drank a sip of soju, subconsciously rubbed his ears, and smiled, "Mr. Huan doesn't care about these trivial matters? You guys, you're so young. When I and your father joined the court, the Prime Minister had a very good temper. The bad one was Mr. Huan. Uncle Yuan had been plucked by the old man in the past. By the way, you have heard of Mr. Huan's beating Jin Lanting, even if it's not good to spread it in this room, otherwise I would have to be troubled by your father."

Yuan Guo saw Yin Changgeng wanting to speak but stopped. He drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, shouting that he was happy. He stretched out the wine glass and let Han Xingyan add a full glass. He grabbed a peanut and threw it into the wine glass. The wine was a good wine and could be hung on the glass, so even if the wine was already high above the mouth of the glass, it still did not overflow at all. The minister looked down at the Ripples, and was a little dazed. He looked up and returned to calm. He gently shook the wine glass and smiled: "I know what you want to ask the most. It's not impossible to say this, but..."

The heroine who was teasing Yin Maochun's grandson said angrily: "I just pretend I didn't hear it."

Yuan Guo smiled, then raised his head and drank the strong wine, chewing the peanut with a full taste, and said intoxicatedly: "Wu Feng Shiba, the word "Li" is a real bad posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous

.This thought did not surface until this year's Jingzhe. Now His Majesty gave this word, he was even more thoughtful. With His Majesty's demeanor, he would never give General Xu any bad posthumous title. If he gave it generously, the hall would be in chaos that day. After talking about the court, let's talk about Beiliang. The young man who has inherited the prince's inheritance and replaced the King of Beiliang. For such a posthumous title that is neither high nor low, or not? If he does not accept the imperial edict..."

Han Xingyan smiled and said, "Does this guy want to tell the world that the Xu family is going to rebel?"

Yuan Guo put down his wine glass, smiled at Han Xingyan's judgment, and continued: "If Beiliang swallowed his anger and accepted this imperial edict, with Beiliang's loyalty to the old vassal king, the new vassal king would undoubtedly lose the hearts of the army and the people, which would be like destroying his own family. Uncle Yuan told you this, do you think the young King of Beiliang accepts or not? Xingyan, ask you!"

Han Xingyan thought for a while and said with a smile: "I bet that guy still dares not accept it. He just tries to turn big things into small things, pretending to be calm and light, and trying his best to suppress the posthumous title."

Yin Changgeng frowned and said, "It is difficult, the scholars went to Liang, but they were watching. Even if the Beiliang Road blocked the news, the people didn't know much, but how could so many scholars have no way to go to news? It is even more difficult to receive the imperial edict, and the 300,000 cavalry must despise the new king even more. Not accepting it is unfaithful. Many scholars who rushed to Northern Liang would have ideas. Anyway, the new vassal kings are destined to be difficult. If one is not properly handled, he will be unpleasant and not pleased both sides, and he is not a human inside or outside."

Yuan Guo glanced at Zhang Gaoxia, twisted his wine glass with his fingers, and chuckled softly: "This is the first move between the court and the new chess game between Beiliang. Next, the Xinfan king will be mourning for three years. No one in the court is willing to ask for a resurgence for the Xinfan king. This mid-season that takes three years is even more troublesome. Even if he survived the mid-season and solved his troubles, he might face a hasty end. Once Beimang insisted on fighting Beiliang first, hey..."

Yuan Guo stopped talking.

Han Xingyan whispered: "It sounds like this new Liang King will have a miserable life in the future?"

Yin Changgeng sneered: "It's extremely miserable."

Yuan Guo left the couch and staggered: "I'm drunk, so I'll go to your father to drink hangover tea."

Yuan Guo used to rub his earlobes and walked out of the house with his hands. At this time, the spring breeze was still wrapped in cold air. When the wind blew, he was shocked. He turned to see Zhang Gaoxia following him, and took a slow step, and said self-deprecatingly: "I, Yuan Guo, is the most unreliable one in the 'Yonghui Spring'. In those years, Mr. Huan scolded the most and most fiercely, which also disappointed the Prime Minister."

Zhang Gaoxia said coldly, then turned around to Yin Changgeng and Han Xingyan's side.

"It's indeed the greatest disappointment!"

Yuan Guo seemed to hear nothing, and continued to walk forward and staggered.

This Yuan No. 1, who was just a minister in the Ministry of Works, walked to a huge rock of Chunshen Lake, which was two-tall, and stopped and smiled happily.

———

Strangely, the chief assistant Zhang Julu is neither a strict father nor a kind father in such a large family. He never interferes in housework. He always has a cold attitude towards his own life. The eldest son seems to have not inherited the chief assistant's father's knowledge and talent and is mediocre. He is a county magistrate on the edge of the capital. He is a county magistrate with a population of less than 3,000 households. He has been unable to climb up for six years. In fact, to this day, the officials of the prefecture and county still do not know that this person is the son of the chief assistant. The second son is just a nerd and cannot rely on the family's blessing to enter the Hanlin Academy to become a yellow party, and is unknown. The youngest son can only be considered idle, but he is even half of it.

He didn't have the courage to divide it into evil. Over time, even if he was the young master of Zhang Shoufu, Wang Yuanran, the dandy people in the capital who had a family background that was obviously inferior to him, didn't like to take him to play with him. He felt that this guy was too boring and was embarrassed to take him out. Zhang Shoufu's daughters had a mediocre marriage. Every time he went back to his parents' home, he couldn't even see his father. Even if Zhang Julu had nothing to do at home, he was just in the study and never showed up. His daughters only dared to take her husbands who couldn't stand firm when they saw the father-in-law. He stood at the door of the study through the door, and asked a few words timidly. At most, Zhang Shoufu just said no light or heavy, and often he just ignored him.

Zhang Shoufu occasionally saw his grandson who could walk, so he smiled faintly. So in the mansion, the only one who could say a few words to this powerful father in the court was Zhang Gaoxia, who had not yet been married.

The purple beard and blue-eyed master was sitting alone in the dimly lit study today. This study is the Leichi of the Zhang Mansion. Even his daughter Zhang Gaoxia could not come in. There are naturally only a handful of people who have been able to sit here over the years. Huan Wen is one, because there are only one chair in the room. Whoever sits down means that the master must stand.

Zhang Julu never had any interest in fine wine and food, nor did he take a concubine. His wife was the daughter of the teacher's assistant. When the old woman married Zhang Julu, there was a saying in the capital that the chief assistant daughter, the top scholar wife. After her husband became the chief assistant, she was extremely respectful. Even if the current queen Zhao Zhi saw him, she had to treat each other with courtesy. However, the relationship between the two was as light as water, and they could not say a few words throughout the year, and they respected each other as much as ice. Zhang Julu had no interest in the 19th way of 19, but

He was very obsessed with the chess first created by Huang Longshi. However, except for Huan Wen, he rarely fought on the chessboard. Most of the time he played with himself, and he played for more than twenty years, but he was not tired of it. At this time, Zhang Julu moved the red and black chess pieces on the chessboard. The chess pieces were all expensive chess carved from ivory. The top scholar was the second-largest Tanhua every year, but the group of "young handsome men" who entered the court's vision in the short four years of the Spring of Yonghui.

However, they are famous officials in the temple now who hold great power, so they are destined to leave a large and colorful exaggeration in history. Yuan Guo is the most "interesting" one of these powerful people who are not young. They are recognized as the most talented, but the most unremarkable, the most unscrupulous, and the ordinary civil officials. This is called the romanticism of famous scholars, but for an official who wants to become a cabinet minister, such an image is very fatal. So at that time, Zhang Dangdao

No one would have thought of the Yuan Shishang who would have taken over the mantle and which surname Zhang Lu should have changed to. Not to mention that King Zhao Youling and Yin Maochun, even Han Lin, who had a similar rank, was more outstanding than Yuan Guo. It is hard to imagine that Yuan Guo was the first guy among these five to cross the threshold of the fourth rank. Unfortunately, having a good move is useless to take the overall situation. The officialdom is a place where gradual progress and stamina is becoming more and more important, otherwise there would be only a bleak ending with a tiger's beginning and a bad end.

Zhang Julu clamped a piece with his fingers, gently tapped a pile of "dead" chess stacked on the edge of the chessboard, and said to himself: "Chess is a good chess, but the heat is not enough to be called a wonderful chess that can be easily collected and released. At this time, he was too close, and then he could only either not let it go or he had to put too much. However, it is normal for human nature. After losing for so many years, he would not win back a game, and he would never even have a chance to win him."

The prime minister glanced at the chessboard, lost interest, stood up and walked to the window. The green willows in the yard were still yellow and it was indeed spring.

Zhang Julu fell into deep thought, turned around and picked up a red chess piece on the chessboard, engraved with the word "王".

Zhang Julu smiled.

"While Yuan Benxi's plan is not enough, it's time to hand it over to you."

———

When the imperial edict was about to reach the border of Beiliang Road, a horse quietly left the city in the early morning.

The man in white carried a pole of plum wine diagonally and left Beijing along the imperial road.

On the morning court, amid the dull spring thunder outside the hall, Song Tanglu, the eunuch in charge of the seal of the Ministry of Li, read out three imperial edicts: Lu Daolin, the Minister of Rites, resigned from his official position and returned home. He was replaced by Yuan Guo, the Minister of Works.

Chen Zhibao resigned from his official position and was granted the title of king to the Western Shu. The Minister of War was promoted to the position of Minister Lu Baijie.

The capital was shaken.

There were rumors that several old ministers staggered out of the line and knelt on the ground, crying in vain, and directly advised the emperor in court, without any implicit words, and told him directly that Chen Zhibao should be let go of the tiger back to the mountain, and said that Beiliang was the lesson of the past, and it would be fine to raise a tiger for a disaster once, but how could Chen Zhibao be able to gain power again?

His Majesty the Emperor answered with the four words "retreat the court without any trouble".

As a result, the two new ministers of Yuan Guo, Lu Baijie, who were promoted to the next level, did not say much congratulations.

In the dusk, a middle-aged monk in white dress brought a woman to the city absurdly. Everyone knows that the court is destroying Buddhism in a big way. The men and women of the city gate have widened their eyes and looked incredible. Is this monk coming to Tai'an City to seek death? The people in the capital who are used to the big scenes also looked sideways, with their eyes similar to those of monsters.

The ordinary-looking woman quipped softly: "I wanted to see you back then, but I couldn't even see you on tiptoe, so I had to jump around."

The monk in white touched his bald head, smiling warmly, "At that time, I felt that the daughter of a family had great strength and jumped for several miles."

The woman twisted him and hummed, "When you arrive in the capital, don't hook up with the fox charming boy!"

"Where can it be?"

"As long as there is an unshamed vixen who comes to hook you up, I won't deal with you!"

"This is a bit difficult...Wife, you can do it now."

"Blow, let you blow! Look at who recognizes you now? Besides, those women who are still thinking about it are already old and ugly, and I don't take it seriously!"

"My wife, I don't care about it, I care about it. It's better not to care about it."

"Isn't it?"

“…”

"Is there anyone in this world who believes that eating your meat can bring immortality?"

"well."

"If the heart is not sincere, what is the benefit of eating fasting and keeping precepts in Jiazi? If the heart is not good, what is the purpose of becoming a monk for a hundred years to practice Taoism? I think it is better to accumulate blessings and become a Bodhisattva than to burn incense and pray to God and Buddha."

"Huh? Wife, you also went to listen to Abbot Huixin's lecture? Don't you like to listen to this the most?"

"Hmph! I borrowed money from the old abbot at that time. The old monk was obviously rich, but he said he had no money, so he talked to me about this! It's not true that monks don't talk to each other!"

"Ha, my wife, Abbot Huixin said he had no money and never lie. Those silvers were in his opinion the pages of the Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist temple..."

"Oh? Didn't you let Ben Nanbei secretly hide the old abbot's side?"

"Haha, wife, look, there are so many people in Tai'an City."

"I think our plums are too, and we also think about the north and south."

"I want to do it, too."

"Hey, who are the two men in front of you who are trying hard to see you? Apart from that guy Huang Longshi, there are also men who want to compete with me for men? Be careful, go find a brick for me! Isn't it?!"

"Uh, one is His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is Yuan Benxi."

"Then I'll buy rouge..."

"I'll go and borrow some money from them?"

"I'm stupid. If I don't borrow money from the old abbots, I don't repay it. If I don't borrow money from them, can I not repay it?"

“That’s right.”

The two people in front of them clasped their hands together. Although they didn't believe in Buddhism, they still bowed to the monk in white who had traveled thousands of miles west.

But the monk in white turned around and smiled at his wife's departure back.

———

Nanzhao Huaizhou is not peaceful. When you walk along the way, you will see people fleeing, collapsed wooden beams and grave-like piles of black gravel. The ancient Wood Shang Road on the river at the intersection of five streams is gone without the bustling and bustling of the past, and there is no ship stopping at the ferry terminal.

A little monk and a girl stood by the ferry stream. The girl lay on the ground, poked her head out and took the clear stream water as a mirror, and carefully stroked the messy black hair on her forehead and temples.

The exhausted girl sat up, patted the dust in front of her, and said helplessly: "Stupid, those refugees are not full. What's the use of preaching to them? They can't fill their stomachs."

"Master said that the intention was born from fate..."
To be continued...