New Story of Lv Bu

Zheng Tai finally finished speaking. He raised his head and fixedly looked at the emperor of Shangshou'er. The excitement and glamour that had just disappeared had long since disappeared. Instead, his face was solemn and solemn. The heroes of the Kwantung Kwok Kwan West to fight against Lu Bu, it looks magnificent, with flowers and flowers, and for a while, it almost monopolizes the world's clear discussion. Unexpectedly, it would have been defeated in an instant, and it was defeated so miserably, so quickly, I am afraid that since then, Da Sima's wings have been completed, and there is no hope for Huiluan.

After returning to Luang Hopeless, where is the hometown again? The emperor who is known as the dying world can't live in this small Pingyu county seat and endure repeated bullying by Yuan Benchu, Cao Mengde, and Yuan Gongdao. Alas! It is a pity that Wang Situ Ya'an prided himself on being too urgent to do things that caused a mutiny. If his old man bears a little bit, why is the world like this?

Wang Situ was defeated and killed, and his family was killed. The Han-supporting faction in the world lost their leader, and the court in Luoyang also lost a major pillar. Without the constraints of the five dynasty veteran Situ, Sima's steps towards the throne must be quicker and lighter. Ugh! If I knew today, why bother? Just when the return to Luan is expected, there is no Situ Gong in the world. What a sadness this is!

When Wang Situ was alive, between the ruling and the opposition, everyone thought that he was a humorous, thin and clean old man, ranging from the people of Gungun to the common people. They all praised and admired him. There is a plus. Wang Situ's greatest strength is to reconcile the wok, long-sleeved and good at dancing. Even if it is a big problem, he has never been able to hold him back. Just close your eyes and sit still for a while, and you can have an excellent solution. If Situ Gong lived another half a year, the emperor's return to Luang would surely be done.

Thinking of this, Zheng Tai couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart. Alas! God the thief is so unfair! No matter how hard it is!

Just as Zheng Tai raised his eyes and looked at each other with tears, the emperor was also thinking hard, his eyes fixedly looking into the distance, as if to pass through the heavy fog, to see through the return of the heaven, the definite number in the dark . No matter how lively the scene of the Kwantung heroes Xixiang asks Lu's opening scene, the dust has already settled by now. If this is the case, why bother to hold on to the so-called "righteousness"? Throughout the ages, the so-called "great righteousness" has been nothing more than a fig leaf used by Bingzheng to fool ordinary people.

How to see the current situation clearly, figure out the minds of the people who wrestle on the table, and make more benefits for themselves and the veterans who support the Han faction is true. As for the life and death of Yuan Benchu, Cao Mengde, Yuan Gongdao and others , It depends on the meaning of the thief God. After they lost, they still wanted to be humble and thick, and sent someone to beg themselves to be a middleman, and go to Da Sima to make peace.

Middleman? After thinking of this word, a smile appeared on Tianzi's face. Today's self, except for an empty emperor's name, is alone and has nothing. In this case, relying on the name of the emperor to become a "middleman", it is better to fool around with food and drink. As for the talks about the Zhongxing Han room and the old capital, let's put it aside first. Tang Ji, the current Empress Dowager Tang, still heard about the life in Chang'an. Such a humble life was something he never wanted to go to. But, why settle down? Let's decide on the name of the emperor.

After searching the stomach and thinking about it for a long time, the emperor gradually had a certain point in his heart, and he finally spoke. "Public industry, the Xiliang generals are launching a mutiny in Wancheng. The death of Situ Gong's family is really the great misfortune of this dynasty! According to common sense, the court should always say something," "Your Majesty said very good!" Zheng Tai is a very smart person, and he understood everything in a flash.

"Your Majesty, according to the custom of this dynasty, Situ Gong is to be buried as usual. The items are unavoidable. In addition, it is inevitable to have a plan to offer a sacrifice, give Dongyuan secret artifacts, give the official recipient a coffin, and return it to the county. In addition. , But also choose descendants from the clan and be named marquis, usually the pavilion. If your majesty sees things and thinks about people, and can’t be restrained, it’s no problem to seal a township to show grace to veterans."

Zheng Tai is worthy of being a rich and Confucian student, and he gave a solution in one word. The phrase "Is a mourning offering, gifting Dongyuan secret tools, granting the official and receiving coffin, and returning it to the county" actually refers to three things, three major events related to funerals. Between the ruling and opposition parties of this dynasty, from high-ranking officials to low-minded people, burial ceremonies are extremely important. The so-called "death is just like life".

"Ce" is the edict of the emperor, and "Fengce hanging sacrifice" refers to the emperor sending envoys to carry the edict to the funeral. "East Garden Secret Artifact" refers to the coffin used by the royal family and Xianhuan after his death. "Han Jiuyi" records: "Dongyuan's secret artifact is a coffin, with plain wood two feet long and four feet from Chongguang. After the minister was encumbered, the emperor gave the coffin a great honor. As usual, he can boast of the village. "Give me a coffin and send it back to my county." Wang Yun's official is Situ. As usual, he must use Situ's full guard of honor to **** Wang Situ's coffin back to his county, to show that "things die like death." The meaning of "things live". With these three items, Situ Gong's death was even more mournful, and it was enough to comfort his old man's spirit in heaven. According to the practice of this dynasty, the clan usually banquets.

"Public industry, I'm going to come and see it!" Upon hearing Zheng Tai's words, the emperor immediately understood. Worthy of being his own close minister, as long as he was given a brush, he would definitely be able to draw a three-foot long scroll for himself to see. The so-called burial ceremony is only for the living. The emperor treats the dead so thickly, let alone the living? If you let those veterans who support the Han faction watch it, they will burst into tears, vying to come to chant the holy. "Among Situ Gong's grandsons, choose the sage and give it to a village lord." The emperor said loudly.

"No!" Zheng Tailang replied, bowed his hands and bowed in a big gift, and took a piece of rice paper from the Yan's old store after going to the royal case. I raised my eyes and saw that above the huge imperial case, there were all Zhubi, and the Zhubi was an imperial pen, and the subordinates could not trespass. Just about to shout, "Get the ink pen!" I saw the figure behind the screen flashing, the skirt didn't move, and Zhou Guiren came out with an ink pen in his hand. The nobleman of Zhou, who was the daughter of the little palace in the past, Zhou Zhou, is now slender, but looks much plump.

After these two years of experience, Zhou Zhou is no longer the arrogant daughter of the little palace in the past. Since ancient times, the palace, especially in the deep palace, has always been the most filthy place. There are all kinds of tricks in the open and in the dark, which are several ranks higher than the fighting method above the court. The nobleman of Zhou has been in the palace for more than two years, and he has already gotten into it.

"Gongye, I guess you want ink pens, so you took one by yourself." Zhou Zhou gave Zheng Taifu a blessing and said with a smile. Zhou Zhou has served the emperor for many years, and he knows his temperament, and he likes to be a noble son the most. The emperor treats Zheng Tai as a friend, and she is also happy to follow suit. Moreover, being in a corner of the public, Zheng Tai has a lot of power, and now there is no food and no wages, only emotions. Zheng Tai is a wise man, and he must be able to realize the painstaking efforts of the emperor and the nobleman of Zhou.

"Thanks to the nobleman Zhou!" Zheng Tai hurriedly got up, bowed with crossed hands, and meticulously bowed, raising his head, tears were already in his eyes. "Public business! Although you and I belong to the emperor and ministers, but we are in sympathy with brothers and feet, why bother you? Don't be like a child. It is serious to formulate the edict quickly." The emperor sees what Zhou Zhou did. Happy in my heart, Zhou Zhou, you are really my good helper! He stood up, grabbed Zheng Tai's hands, looked at Zheng Tai sincerely in his eyes, and said loudly.

"No!" Zheng Taishen said with a sob. He got up again and respectfully saluted the emperor and Zhou Zhou. "Your majesty's kindness, the heavens are high and the earth is great! The only way to repay your majesty is that we ministers will do their best and die after death! We will go to Luoyang as an envoy to negotiate with Da Sima. Even if he tries his best, he will be able to return to Luan successfully! "As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Tai gave a three-kneeling and nine-kowtow gift. Then he got up, took the rice paper from the Yan's old store, dipped it in thick ink, and began to draft the edict.

Zheng Tai is a family member, and he has read a lot of books in his belly. Now he brushes a little bit, and writes an edict. "Your Majesty, the edict has been drafted, please take a look!" Zheng Tai respectfully placed the edict on the imperial case. The emperor stretched out his hands, took up the ink-stained edict, and looked at it carefully. "Yes! The words of the public sector are indeed like a giant pen!"

After finally reading it, the emperor raised his head with a smile on his face. "Gong Ye, I have written two poems here to mourn Situ Gong. Please take a look and see which one is better." Zhou Zhou is very smart, not waiting for the emperor to speak, and hastened to order the next to serve. Gong daughter hung up those two words with a long pole. Although the emperor's handwriting is somewhat graceful, but the victory is quite well-organized.

The poems made by the emperor are two ancient styles, one with seven characters and one with five characters. "As a socialist, Situ ruined the traitorous officials at the head of Nanyang City. Poor Dingguo Anbangzhi, bloodstained and weeping for the people." Zheng Tai raised his eyes, staring directly at the beautiful official script, and chanted. "Situ Yunqi, treacherous minister Dong Zhuoxiu. With hatred of the family and the country, his brows are frowning in the temple. The heroic spirit has continued to fight the bull with loyalty. The soul and soul still surround the Phoenix Tower." In the second five words, Zheng Tai said I couldn't help feeling quite a bit emotional in my heart.

"The two ancient styles made by your majesty are excellent!" Zheng Tai first handed out a high hat with a full size plus three, and then commented in detail. "The first seven words are a bit straightforward and not implicit enough. The second five words are really well written! Not only does it cover the life of Wang Situ, but it also has the style of Qu Zi's "Guo Shang"! Yi Weichen In my opinion, let’s use the second song."

"Just like a gentleman!" The emperor laughed with his palm. "Gongye, when will you take office as an envoy of comfort?" "Your Majesty, we will set off immediately!" Zheng Tai got up, stretched out his hand to roll up the five-character poem and the edict written by the emperor's father, and hugged it. In his arms, he got up and saluted, and went away in a stride. Watching Zheng Tai's back, the emperor fell into a long silence.