Spring and Autumn I Am King

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She wears deep clothes, without makeup, and her head is slightly decorated with clouds and temples, but plain clothes can't wrap her upright chest. ? happy? arts? Novel www.ls520. Eight-foot-long Kong Jiao walked from the corridor in small steps. Although she was proud, she was humble and respectful.

The women of the state of Lu are different from the happy women of Qi and the daughters of Zheng Wei who are dissolute. The strong tradition of Zhou rituals makes the women of the scholar-officials pay great attention to women's morality, women's words, women's appearance, and women's merit.

Women's virtue, Zhenshun also. Women are required to be quiet and chaste since childhood, to be tidy, to behave with shame, and to behave in a lawful manner. Because women are only gentle and virtuous, the family can be harmonious, and as a woman, obedience and respect to her husband are also regarded as a manifestation of her noble character.

The unmarried obey the father, the married obey the husband, the husband is the heaven of Kong Jiao, it is absolutely correct.

But Kong Jiao felt that she was only afraid of going against women's morality.

Looking back, Girls' Generation was so carefree, her worldview was a simple binary, right and wrong, evil and virtuous, light and dark, everything was so clear. But in the past few years, her heart has been greatly shaken. The inherent concept that has been formed around her father since childhood has collapsed, and her husband's actions have also made her doubtful.

He is diligent in his administration and gets up before dawn every day; he is shy, because forging a new civilization is the greatest satisfaction he can enjoy; he regards the people of Lebanon as his children, and regards corrupt officials as enemies. Rectifying the administration of officials and benefiting the people is definitely Kong Jiao's ideal Mingjun, which makes her heart pounding.

However, some of his behaviors are in opposition to the ancient system of etiquette and law of "the monarch, the ministers and the ministers", and they overshadow the monarch and specialize in power. Wherever he went, there would be turmoil, the state of Wei lost its monarch, the Sanzhu chaos, and now the state of Jin is divided again, and even the death of the prince and the monarch is inseparable from him.

The good and the bad, the right and the wrong, are mixed together, and she has no way of distinguishing her mind, which is not complicated at all.

Late one night, after Zhao Wuxi was sound asleep, Kong Jiao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. A terrifying thought formed in her mind:

"Could it be that my husband is also a powerful traitor like Father Qing and Cui Hao?"

In the stories Confucius told the students, the characters who played the villain properly were now lying alive beside her.

However, when he was asleep, he was like a child, with his hands on his chest and his brows furrowed, as if he felt the cold of the night, or because of an unpleasant dream.

It looks so lonely.

Kong Jiao stared at her for a long time, and couldn't help showing a smile, but the initial apprehension and panic slowly disappeared. She comforted herself and said that she swallowed some things she shouldn't say, pretended that things outside the hall had nothing to do with her, and raised her daughter wholeheartedly.

But she didn't want to think wildly, but things came to her door. When she was in Tongjiao, some Confucian disciples who were working in Jin suddenly came to ask her to intercede for Taishimo.

"There are rumors outside that Taishi was imprisoned by Shangqing. We are very light-hearted.

"I'm not a lady, just a mere concubine..." She wanted to tell the difference, but from the outsiders' point of view, she became more and more favored after following Zhao Wuxi to the state of Lu. was released.

"The ancients said that one's nickname is like a bandit, but it's only for women's words. I shouldn't ask about these things." Although he warned himself, Kong Jiao's feet moved involuntarily toward Zhao Wuxi's study.

Whether it was him stealing the State of Lu, causing war, causing death, puppet Guards, Zhu, or even the power of Jin State, and forcefully forcing the palace, she pretended not to know. She also ignored the rumors about her husband and Wu Nanzi, the great Wu Nanzi of the Song Dynasty.

The woman's virtue asked her to obey her husband, and all the decisions he made were right.

But this time, when he heard that Taishi Mo was imprisoned, Kong Jiao couldn't hold back.

When she was young, she often heard her father talk about Taishi Mo. When Confucius went to Chengzhou to visit Laozi, he had a relationship with him. After returning, she praised Taishi's wisdom and erudition. After she got married to Jin State, she finally saw this old man at some banquets. She had white hair, was polite, smiled at her kindly and gently, and said that this woman was polite and resembled Zhongni.

Kong Jiao didn't want to say that he was also very similar to his father, the encouragement to the younger generation, the stubbornness hidden inside.

If such an old man was killed by her husband, Kong Jiao would not dare to blame him, but would not forgive herself for her inaction.

But every step she took, she was one step away from the "virtuousness" taught by her mother Dun Dun, and the closer she got to Zhao Wuxi's study, the more uneasy she felt in her heart, so much that her hands were twisted together.

Can you convince him yourself? Will it offend him? Will it be abandoned? Will you be ashamed of Kong?

When she finally mustered up the courage and knocked on the door, she was surprised to find that Zhao Wuqi was chatting and laughing with his wife, Le Lingzi, on the banquet, while talking and drinking the medicine she made for him.

Seeing Kong Jiao entering, the two of them cast their gazes over, and this scene of the couple's deep affection made Kong Jiao's face redden. She clasped her fingers tightly into her palm, and swallowed the words that were already on her lips. She hurriedly bowed to Zhao Wuxi and Le Lingzi and saluted: "I have seen my husband, madam..."

The situation is worse than previously imagined. She is an empress, but only a shadow from the dowry of the main wife. Is it really appropriate to say those words at this time?

When she looked up again, she opened her mouth to speak, but she saw Le Lingzi shook her head slightly at her, then pointed at herself, with a smile...

...

In the end, Kong Jiao didn't say anything against her ears and left after speaking, but her actions had already revealed her thoughts.

After she left, Zhao Wuxi pushed aside the porcelain bowl he had finished drinking, looked up at his wife, and asked with a half-smile, "Wouldn't you have an appointment with her?"

"It's just a coincidence." Le Lingzi lowered her head and wore a white flower on her temples. It was still the mourning period of the Marquis of Jin. Although Zhao Wuxi had trampled the monarchy under her feet, she, the lady of Shangqing, had to do Do your part.

Only those who win the hearts and minds of the people can win the country. This is the goal that Zhao Wuxi has always pursued. He has a good wife, and Le Lingzi, who is a foreign daughter-in-law, can also help him win the love of Zhao's territory from doctors to scholars and ordinary people. .

She is the female disciple of Bian Que, who lives in the deep palace, but she is a female spirit magpie who cherishes the misery of the people. She sponsored doctors and paediatricians, visited orphans in Yecheng from time to time, distributed food and clothing, all of the above blessed her with a sacred halo, and she could be worshipped wherever she went.

Le Lingzi also behaved politely with the wives and concubines of scholar-bureaucrats, and through them influenced their respective husbands, winning a lot of loyalty for Zhao Wuxi in the palace.

Sometimes Zhao Wuxi felt that she was his eldest grandson...

But it was limited to that. He was still very vigilant about women interfering in politics, not to mention that the Le family was a big family in the Song Dynasty, so he had to win over and not let her have too much influence on the court.

Le Lingzi is smart and self-aware. In addition to subsidizing the development of doctors and paediatrics, and training female doctors, he will not easily ask Zhao Wuxi for anything or anyone.

But today is an exception.

Like a butterfly spreading her wings, she bowed down to Zhao Wuxi and said, "Although I know that my husband has something in mind, I still want to take the liberty to say a few more words."

Zhao Wuxi sighed: "Speak."

"When my father was imprisoned in the Xiqi Palace, he was often taken care of by the Taishi."

"When Uncle Weng was alive, he also consulted Taishi many times and treated him like a teacher."

"The historians who guard the Tibetan Chamber of Jin are all disciples and grandchildren of Taishi, and scholars of Jin and the world admire Taishi's fame and wisdom. People often say: Ji Zha, Yanzi, Shuxiang, Zichan, the four sages of the military era. He has passed away, but Shi Mo, Lao Tzu, and Confucius are the new three sages in the world."

"I have an old friendship with my family, and I'm a wise man respected by the world, so I can only endure his wanton writing about my evil and stay on top of Danqing?" Zhao Wuxi put his hand on the table and clenched his fist slightly. .

This was a sign of his slight anger, but Le Lingzi didn't panic, and said in a gentle tone, "My husband must know about Cui Chu's murder of his lord."

"Qi Taishi and Nanshi are not afraid of power. The retainers and advisors have said in my ears dozens of times. If I kill them, it will be Cui Hao. "Zhao Wuci is very annoying.

"Before that, there is one more thing." Le Lingzi got closer, like a girl who was trying to appease the beast on the edge of rage.

"After Cui Hao killed Duke Zhuang of Qi, Duke Chen Zhuang's body was at home, and he threatened to come to pay homage to the death of the mourner. Doctor Qi Guoqing was afraid and did not dare to show his face. Only the lower doctor, Yan Zi, who was less than six feet tall, entered calmly, with his head on Qi's head. Zhuang Gong's body cried, and after he got up, he bowed his head three times to express his condolences. Someone said to Cui Yan on the spot: "Yan Ying must be killed! However, Cui Yan said: Yan Ying is quite popular, and if you kill him, the people will be equal." Resentment, abandon it, and you can win the hearts of the people.”

After Le Lingzi finished speaking, a pair of bright eyes looked at Zhao Wuxi quietly, she and he were both smart people, no need to say more, just click.

"Let me think about it." Zhao Wuxi waved his hand and told her to go out first.

This time, why are you so confused?

Speaking of which, the grievance between him and Tai Shimo had to start more than ten years ago.

When he was serving in the Xiqi Palace, he had a very unpleasant relationship with Taishi Mo. The old man was deeper and smarter than Confucius. He liked to stare at Zhao Wuxi with those dead fish eyes that could see through everything in the world, then shook his head and sighed. It seems that he already knew that when Wu Xie respected the Marquis of Jin, what he thought in his mind was "he can be replaced".

Shi Mo was also a stubborn non-cooperator after Zhao Wuxi seized the ruling position of Jin. When others joined Zhao's family, he kept vigilantly away from Zhao Wuxi, as if he knew his ambitions, not only Steal the state of Jin. It can be said that he has been playing the role of Yan Zi that was neither foolish nor compromising during the Cui Qing Rebellion.

This kind of role is the most gnashing of teeth.

Zhao Wuxi felt that the most difficult thing to deal with was not Zhiyao and Wei Ju, nor the state of Qi and Qin, but the copper peas like Kongqiu and Shi Mo, which could not be steamed, boiled, hammered, or fried.

Word of mouth is more difficult to guard against than swords. For example, this time, Zhao Wuxi was really in a dilemma.

What should you do when one day, you suddenly find that you stand on the opposite side of the spirit you once loved, and become the villain of Dan Qing?

Yuzhi? That is to encourage the historians of the Jin State, to encourage the scholar-officials who are still loyal to the Jin family, and to make the series of lies woven by Zhao Wuxi pale and powerless, and he has completely become a traitor who murdered the monarch. Even the horizontal side will get a good excuse for war and continue to advance in the name of revenge for the Marquis of Jin.

Kill it? As Le Lingzi said, although Shi Mo has no power, the fame he has accumulated in Jin and the world over the past few decades is too great. It's just that he was under house arrest, and those who pleaded for him were about to step over the threshold of Zhao's mansion. If they were killed, they would simply add firewood to the boiling cauldron of Jin. At that time, not only will the neutral taxis in the Jin state stand on the opposite side of the Zhao family, but the other princes will also be shocked, and Zhao Wuxi's reputation will plummet. In addition to being able to breathe a sigh of relief, the situation he has to face is worse than letting Tai Shimo go...

And even if he resisted the pressure and won the war, and then put Shi Jian on fire, would it be considered a victory?

That's right, historians can be destroyed, history books can be reduced to ashes, and even the backbones of historians can be completely interrupted by him!

But to destroy the idea that he loved in his previous life like this, isn't it to castrate the proud foundation of Huaxia at the source? If there is no historian who is not afraid of **, and there is no China like the history books of mountains and seas, is it still China?

Zhao Wuxi, what is the difference between him and the emperor of the Qing court who was despised by himself in his previous life, who was engaged in literary prisons?

He knows too much, thinks too hard, thinks too far, China in the Spring and Autumn period is like a young child who has not been drawn, and he may become disabled with a single tap, so he must be cautious.

Just as Zhao Wuxi was pacing back and forth thinking about his interests, the door of the study was knocked open again.

A figure walked in and raised his eyebrows: "Husband, I haven't eaten yet today."

It's Ji Ying.

...

The voice arrives before the person arrives. Ji Ying does not have Kong Jiao's proud height and figure, nor does she have the graceful appearance that Le Lingzi must have as a main wife, although she has changed from a girl in a boudoir to a wife and a mother. , but almost no change,

Like a fourteen-year-old girl, her steps were as light as reeds, and when she walked on the wooden floor under the porch, she hardly made a sound. Moreover, the cooking skills are still so meticulous. When raising the case with eyebrows, Zhao Wuxi's eyes are still so gentle.

On the table are brand-new porcelain bowls and plates, fragrant rice, and drool-worthy pork jerky. The seemingly simple meals show Ji Ying's intentions. For example, she made every step of the leek sauce herself, without letting others mix it up. Zhao Wuxi, who was used to the taste of mountains and seas, could only taste the warmth that Ji Ying brought him when he first came to the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Yao." Zhao Wuxi wasn't hungry, not at all, he called him by his first name, and asked Ji Ying to put down the case and sit next to him, leaning over and resting his head on his shoulder.

Ji Ying didn't exhort like Kong Jiao and Le Lingzi, so she quietly snuggled up with Zhao Wuxi to keep warm. After a while, she seemed to remember something and said, "Wu Xie...you haven't seen you for a long time. Tell me a story."

"Really?" Busy with government affairs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhao Wuxi spends very little time with his wives and concubines every day. Less and less, many times it only enters the body and does not touch the soul.

This is the price that must be paid for climbing the tower of power. Zhao Wuxi knows that the price is more than this. He clearly respects and loves the people he loves, destroys everything he once recognized, and loves the world deeply in his heart, but he cannot be understood by the world. He can only become an indifferent king who is feared by the world, and silently guards the germination and growth of this civilization.

Who says you can do whatever you want with power? Why does he feel so tired.

In an instant, Zhao Wuxi understood Qin Shihuang somewhat.

Fortunately, he still has Ji Ying.

"Then I'll talk about one today." Zhao Wuxi changed his posture, leaned against the wall, let Ji Ying lie on his lap, stroked her forehead, and said slowly: "In the past, Qi people had one wife and one wife. A concubine who lives in a room..."

(To be continued.)