Talk about the world of mortals in detail

When the crowd at Shaiguchang dispersed, it was almost midnight, which was already very late for the people of Xihe Village.

But no one was upset about anything. When they went home, the whole family dragged chairs and stools, and while walking, they talked with family members or neighbors about the things in the book, who deserved to die, who was pitiful, and so on.

It was so late that the prince and the magistrate of Yuanjiang did not return to the county seat, so they stayed in Xihe Village for one night. Although the Yi family was not as good as a real mansion, there were still some guest rooms.

However, the prince couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking about the story-telling process before. His father once said that Yi Shuyuan used his books to bring people and the world together, and in this "Ming Tian Yu" 》 is more obvious.

After tossing and turning in the Yi family's guest room for a long time, the prince finally got up from the bed.

"Somebody come!"

After giving the order, there was an immediate response from the door.

"Your Highness? Are you still awake?"

"I can't sleep, so prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

The two guards guarding outside looked at each other, and one of them had no choice but to go to the servants of the Yi family and ask the other party to help prepare.

About a quarter of an hour later, in the guest room where the prince temporarily stayed, the Four Treasures of the Study were placed on the table and an oil lamp was lit.

The prince put on thick clothes and didn't dress neatly, so he just used the light to write in the middle of the night. He wanted to write down immediately what he saw, heard and listened to today. Although it was impossible to record it completely, he tried to be comprehensive.

Before dawn, the chickens in the village had already started crowing early.

The guards outside the prince's door have taken turns, and now there are two other people. When they couldn't help but yawn, the lights in the room had not been extinguished.

It was impossible to have the conditions in the palace here, and the prince didn't want Yi Shuyuan to think that he was really pampered, so the whole night, the hand holding the pen was frozen but he didn't call anyone again.

"Hoo"

The prince put down the pen and exhaled a puff of white air in his hands. He rubbed his hands a few times and then hid them in his clothes to warm his hands. There were already more than ten pages written on the table, and the handwriting was densely spaced with small intervals.

Originally, the prince wanted to add a sentence at the end: "Written on the night of the 13th day of the winter lunar month", but when he was about to put pen to paper, he felt that this would be superfluous. After all, his father would eventually know that he had written it overnight.

Although the results are not much different between writing it myself and knowing the facts from my father, it still has some meaning.

"Somebody come!"

"exist!"

The guard outside opened the door and came in. A gust of cold wind blew straight into the room, causing the lights to sway and the papers on the table to fly out. The prince couldn't help but stretched out his hand to press the table, and at the same time, he pulled his clothes and shrank. .

Seeing this, the guard quickly closed the door.

"Arrange the documents on the table, pack the letters and send them to Chengtian Mansion quickly. There must be no mistakes!"

"yes!"

The guard came over, and the prince was surprised when he raised his hand. He then discovered that the ink on several pieces of paper had not completely dried up, so that the ink on some of the words had been wiped away by just pressing it, although it did not affect the effect. Reading, but also printed part of the palm prints.

"Tsk, ugh"

"Your Highness, do you want to rewrite it?"

"Forget it, just pretend like this. Father won't blame me. Hey, I'm so cold and hungry."

There was a lot of dinner last night, but at this moment the prince still felt cold and hungry. He smiled while sorting the papers on the table.

"Although it's still dark, I see there is already smoke in the Yi family's kitchen. They should be making breakfast. Your Highness, please take a rest. I will bring it to you when there is something to eat."

"Um!"

The prince felt much more at ease now. As soon as the guards left, he took off his clothes and fell asleep wrapped in a cold quilt.

——

Xiang Ziji stayed at the Yi family for another day before leaving Xihe Village and returned to the county town with the Yuanjiang County Magistrate. It would be inconvenient and easy to make people dislike him if he stayed for too long. Anyway, he already knew that Mr. Yi would stay at home for a while. of.

Of course, Xiang Ziji has no plans to leave Yuanjiang County. He has to wait for a reply from Chengtian Mansion Palace.

Some time had passed when this letter sent from Yuanjiang County arrived at Chengtian Mansion.

Tan Yuanshang happened to be there when Emperor Dayong was reading the letter. The two read the letter together, and the emperor did not shy away from it.

The emperor was first excited that Yi Shuyuan was actually in Yuanjiang County, and then he was even more shocked when he read through the contents of the prince's book.

"We have only just learned about the Nanyan Baiyu Dao Rebellion. Mr. Yi actually already knows about it?"

Nan Yan's detailed work activities were rampant. Although Dayong restrained himself, he was not without spies in Nan Yan. The prince may not know about Nan Yan's affairs, but the emperor could still occasionally understand some of Nan Yan's affairs.

Among the intelligence methods, Tan Yuanshang's business is one of the important channels, and among the information in the past few years, the destruction of Bai Yudao is the most important.

And compared to the concise and comprehensive information obtained from Chengtian Mansion, Yi Shuyuan's "Ming Tianyu" is definitely more detailed, which can be seen even in the prince's letters.

Zhang Liangxi said on the side.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Yi has a master like Long Feiyang as his friend, and he is a scholar of heaven and earth, and also cares about the country, the country, the country. It is not surprising that he is particularly concerned about Nanyan's affairs and has a better understanding of it."

The emperor nodded and couldn't help but recall the beginning.

"Back then at Xiangshan Temple, he and Long Feiyang took the lead and arranged to meet in the north. At that time, he must have known a lot about Nan Yan. This person must have many friends in the world, and Long was definitely not the only one. Flying alone!"

With that said, the emperor looked at the first half of the letter, which also mentioned the old coach.

"Mr. Yi's return to Yuanjiang County this time may have something to do with Lu Xin. Liangxi, did I make a mistake when I banned the arrest station?"

Tan Yuanshang, who was sitting on the soft couch together, immediately stood up and said.

"Your Majesty, the government and the public were even more turbulent back then. Although the arrest station was necessary to exist at that time, the upper levels had been corroded a lot and were too bloated. Although the law enforcement power was powerful, it was also easy to abuse. Although you are a Prince, but you have to consider the future, and your choice at that time was not wrong!"

With that said, Tan Yuanchang thought for a while and continued.

"Institutions such as the Arrest Station lack constraints. In times of turmoil, heavy rituals are established, and the effect is immediate. However, if left unchecked, it will only cause disaster. Bai Yudao in Nanyan is also an example!"

Zhang Liangxi quickly agreed.

"What Mr. Tan said is absolutely true!"

The emperor smiled and looked to Tan Yuanshang to one side.

"If you are willing to be an official, you will be the prime minister and assistant!"

"Hahaha"

Tan Yuanshang laughed.

"Of course I'm happy that Your Majesty can say that, but I, Tan Yuanshang, don't want to be an official, and I'm not suitable for it. Sometimes I'm too emotional. I can move around in business, but I'm not suitable for officialdom, and I'm too tired! Besides. "

Tan Yuanchang paused and looked at the emperor.

"I am not an official. When Your Majesty is tired, there is always a good place to go!"

Hearing these words, the emperor was also moved, but Tan Yuanshang's words were not over yet.

"What I'm more curious about than being an official is that His Highness's letter said that Mr. Yi's brother is nearly seventy years old. Mr. Yi doesn't seem to be that old. Is there something special about him?"

The emperor thought for a moment, shook his head and said.

"When I saw that his hair was already gray, he might have learned some Taoism and knew some health-preserving methods. I really hope he just has the same name as my father."

Or is this person extraordinary?

This was the first time that such suspicion arose in Emperor Dayong's mind, but he did not say it out loud and quickly laughed it off, turning to thinking about matters at home.

Chu Hang has already grasped the context of some of Nanyan's fine works, and some of them have gone deep into the world. It was originally difficult, but the demise of Bai Yudao can be regarded as an opportunity. After all, many of the previous fine works were related to Baiyu Dao. In addition, Nanyan Junior High School's power As the government and opposition parties oscillate alternately, they should not be able to care about Dayong's side.

Of course, the emperor just thought about these things and delegated his power. His attention returned to the letter again.

""Ming Tianyu" is also "Ming Tianyu", and echoes the meaning of Bai Xiaojie's "Wang Tianyu". The mystery in the story is certainly fascinating, but the chaos of Nanyan's national affairs is even more alarming, and I don't know what to expect. It sounds like Yuan Shang to me, which one do you like better, Ji'er or Heng'er?"

"Hey, can you ask me this? Prince Ji and Prince Heng are both great talents. Your Majesty, please think about it yourself!"

Tan Yuanshang would never dare to express his opinion casually on this kind of matter. A good relationship is a good relationship, but the saying "Being with the king is like being with the tiger" is no joke. No one can forget it, including him, Tan Yuanchang.

"Your Majesty, Prince Ji is still waiting for your reply."

After Zhang Liangxi said this, the emperor thought for a moment, then put down many thoughts and suppressed some impulses.

"Let Ji'er come back, otherwise he may not be able to catch up with the Chinese New Year. It is rare for Mr. Yi to come home, so don't disturb him too often. By the way, I will posthumously make Lu Xin the chief arrester of Jin Xin, and give Lu Jia ten pieces of silk and one hundred taels of gold."

"yes!"

——

This day was the third day of the twelfth lunar month. Prince Ji made a special trip to Xihe Village again and personally handed a letter to Yi Shuyuan. He also came to say goodbye. Of course, this time he did not let the Yuanjiang County Magistrate accompany him, and he did not even say anything. Alarm the villagers.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yi Shuyuan accepted Yi Yongan's invitation and went fishing together.

It was still the confluence of rivers, still the same old place, but this time neither of them saw a fish biting the hook for a long time, so Yi Shuyuan was also on the boat opening this autographed letter from Emperor Dayong.

Nearly a thousand words were written eloquently, and there was almost no mention of asking Yi Shuyuan to become an official, but it seemed that every sentence mentioned the hope that he would become an official.

Hui Mian was lying on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, reading the contents of the letter with Yi Shuyuan.

"Hey, I'm not made to be an official!"

Hui Mian was also happy when he heard Yi Shuyuan say this.

"The emperor doesn't believe you when you say that. Why don't you go try it and make it clear to him?"

"joke!"

"Hey, sir, it's floating!"

Only then did Hui Mian give a warning. Yi Yongan over there had suddenly lifted the pole. Apparently the float on his side had also moved. When the pole was lifted, it looked like a crescent moon.

"Hahahaha, it's a big fish! Oh, that's not right, that's not right, you are so strong, uncle, come on, come on, hey, hey, hey."

"Let go, this fish can't be pulled up!"

"It can't happen——"

With a "Plop~", Yi Yongan, who was clinging to the fishing rod, was dragged directly into the water. The biting cold river water directly froze him to death. He was wearing thick clothes and could not swim even if he was in the water.

"Uncle. Uncle, please save me!"

"Hold on, I'll pull you up!"

Yi Shuyuan shook his head, picked up the fishing rod and handed it over, asking Yi Yongan to grab the fishing rod and climb up. At the same time, Yi Shuyuan looked to the depths of the river on one side. What his nephew's hook just caught was not ordinary. fish.