Chapter 142 His Majesty is mighty

  Yu Daochun continued to read very seriously.

   Gradually, he actually entered the state of ecstasy. He was so intoxicated that he couldn\'t help subconsciously applauding several times: "This sentence is the best, this sentence is the best, it couldn\'t be better."

"Tao De Zhen Jing Ji Yi" was originally written by a master of Taoism. It is based on the foundation of the predecessors. Ordinary people may not be able to see the clues of the master, but Yu Daochun is not an ordinary person. The more he reads, the more he feels unfathomable. , the more you look at it, the more exciting it becomes.

  I saw him sometimes nodding his head ecstatically, and sometimes thoughtful, as if he had some insights from this "Truth of Taoism".

  After reading a piece of "The Collection of Tao Te Ching", Yu Daochun suddenly raised his head, as if he felt as if he had passed away.

  The disciples looked at the real person one by one, for a long time, Yu Daochun took a deep breath, and then smiled bitterly: "I don\'t know who made this scripture, it is really...terrible..."

  He actually used the word terrible to describe it.

"Tao De Zhen Jing Ji Yi" has been written since the early Ming Dynasty, and it complements the Taoist classics at this time. The author of the book is the most famous real person decades ago. It is not surprising that people praise it so much.

At this time, Yu Daochun\'s face turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Copy it immediately, and from today on, you can read it carefully. Then there will be new gains.”

  The disciples nodded one after another: "I would like to obey the order of the real master."

  A disciple did not forget to remind: "It\'s just...the empress dowager\'s place..."

  Yu Daochun looked solemn: "Tomorrow, Pindao will go to the Daolu Department and ask the Daolu Department to allow Pindao to have an audience with the Empress Dowager."

   As he spoke, he looked down at the "Truth of Taoism" again, and couldn\'t help but sigh with emotion!

  He is over seventy years old. He never thought that he could still read such scriptures at such a seventy-year-old age. He has no regrets in life.

  …

  At this time, Zhu Houzhao was very worried about Fang Jifan. He couldn\'t leave the palace, and he couldn\'t reveal the news to Fang Jifan.

  The empress dowager was furious. After Emperor Hongzhi learned about it, he hurried to Renshou Palace. To his surprise, the empress dowager was furious because there was an \'evil heretic\' beside the prince.

  Emperor Hongzhi was even more shocked that he asked you to copy the scriptures to express his filial piety to the Empress Dowager.

   Zhu Houzhao was almost carried out of the Renshou Palace by Emperor Hongzhi, and then obediently knelt at the door of the Nuan Pavilion.

  Emperor Hongzhi didn\'t do anything this time, but... obviously he has thought of a more unique way to play.

  He alone held the bill sent by the cabinet, looked at it in a low voice, occasionally raised his head, and the windows of the Nuan Pavilion opened one by one, and Zhu Houzhao was kneeling outside the window, within the sight of Emperor Hongzhi.

  Liu Jin obediently knelt in the corner of the warm pavilion. After Emperor Hongzhi asked about the situation in a leisurely manner, he couldn\'t help frowning.

  He felt that the instigator of this matter was Zhu Houzhao, and this matter must have nothing to do with Fang Jifan. Fang Jifan was dragged to copy scriptures by the crown prince for no reason. Could he not agree?

  These two guys originally thought that Fang Jifan was the worst, but now it seems that the worst is his own son, what a shame.

   But that guy Fang Jifan really doesn’t know what to say, he just asks you to copy it, but you have to write a scripture note yourself.

Since Emperor Taizu Gao, he has always been afraid of certain sects and Taoism sects in the folk under the banner of demonism. These so-called Taoism sects are neither righteous nor Quanzhen. Those who directly rebel.

  Therefore, any random misinterpretation of Taoist scriptures is a very serious matter for the court.

  You, Fang Jifan, are not a Taoist priest, why are you joining in the fun?

  Emperor Hongzhi wanted to read the annotations of the scriptures, and really wanted to know what kind of tricks Fang Jifan had made of the Tao Te Ching.

  However, the Sutra Notes have been sent to Longquan Temple, and Emperor Hongzhi is not only a little troubled, how should he explain this matter to the Empress Dowager?

  Hey, since I haven’t seen the Jingzhu yet, I can only watch it tomorrow.

   It’s just that this prince is so annoying. His conscience was eaten by dogs. His great-grandmother treated him so well, but he even copied the scriptures. He is not as good as a pig or a dog!

  Emperor Hongzhi scolded Zhu Houzhao thousands of times in his heart, and his eyes left the drafted memorial, and looked out of the window.

  It’s hot summer now, and the weather is very hot. Seeing Zhu Houzhao kneeling under the shade of the temple, he coughed: "Go, let this Nizi kneel farther away, don\'t lean against the shade."

  The **** was too frightened to vent his anger, so he could only bite the bullet and go out in a hurry.

  When Zhu Houzhao saw someone coming out, he was listless at first, feeling that his knees no longer belonged to him, but he became energetic all of a sudden, and he knew that his father must be reluctant to suffer for himself.

  But the **** said with a mournful face: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has an order, please move your seat."

   "Move... move the position?" Zhu Houzhao was confused and didn\'t understand.

   "Move there, where the sun is so bright that the shade of the palace can\'t be covered..." The **** looked very confident, for fear of offending His Highness the Crown Prince.

  Zhu Houzhao was furious immediately: "I will die in the sun, I am still young."

   I don’t know when, he suddenly started to learn from Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan, under the banner of brain disease and youth, he went around bluffing and deceiving.

  The **** said with a bitter face: "How about... slaves go to His Majesty..."

   "No need." Although Zhu Houzhao was reluctant, he was very honest, obediently moved to the sun, and knelt down again.

   This time kneeling was extraordinarily energetic, he is not stupid after all, he is smart, at this time he offended Ni Lin, he still wanted to bargain, isn\'t this courting death?

  Although sometimes, he also knows how to fight and argue, but it also depends on the time. This time it is because of his great-grandmother, and his father will definitely not let him go easily.

  But... Should I \'faint\' and fall over? Can this win sympathy?

  He began to fight between heaven and man, and what was even more frightening was that after being exposed to the sun, coupled with the weakness of his kneeling legs and feet just now, not to mention that he hadn\'t eaten at noon, he suddenly felt powerless after being exposed to the sun.

  But today, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to be in love with him, sitting in the warm pavilion all the time, without any intention of showing off.

  The sky was getting dark, Zhu Houzhao felt hungry and tired, almost passed out, but his heart was very anxious, how could he inform Fang Jifan if he didn\'t go out by himself.

   This time he really felt sorry for Fang Jifan, his great-grandmother got so angry, it is likely that Fang Jifan would be in trouble.

  But... he is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he cannot protect himself.

   Finally reached midnight, the full moon in the sky was like a silver plate, and its brilliance fell down, and snoring sounded in the warm pavilion.

  Zhu Houzhao suddenly understood, father actually planned to stay in this Nuan Pavilion tonight? It seemed that he had already expected that he would not be there, and his son probably didn\'t know where to hide.

  Zhu Houzhao didn\'t dare to sneak away, he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back!

   At this moment, under the moonlight, a slim figure quietly appeared.

  The figure covered Yue\'er\'s brilliance behind him, Zhu Houzhao looked up feebly, his eyes were dizzy at first, and his eyes lit up: "Sister..."

   This person is Zhu Xiurong, Princess Taikang who came on tiptoe.

  As soon as he saw his sister coming, Zhu Houzhao burst into tears, feeling like he was saved from a desperate situation.

  He clearly saw that in the girl\'s hand, under the cover of the long sleeves, there was a food box with a black lacquer surface and a cinnabar carved phoenix!

Zhu Houzhao smelled the smell of chicken legs, he swallowed his saliva, and then carefully glanced at the Nuan Pavilion, for fear that the snoring in the Nuan Pavilion would stop, and said in a low voice: "Sister, you treat me best, I will wait for my mother to save me later." , Who would have thought that the girl would remember me in her heart."

Zhu Xiurong tiptoed around, looking very nervous, and muttered softly: "The empress mother knows that the great-grandmother is involved, so there is no way to interfere. Others are afraid of being punished by the emperor, so they dare not come. I thought to myself, brother must be hungry. Otherwise, how can the body bear it, brother, you are fine."

   "There\'s nothing wrong, I\'m dying, I\'m hungry..." Zhu Houzhao burst into tears, staring straight at the food box.

   Zhu Xiurong blushed, as if it was the first time she had slipped out of her bedroom at night, and she was unavoidably nervous.

  She said softly: "I\'m here to bring you food, just in case you\'re hungry, um... why does the imperial grandmother suddenly hate... Fang Jifan so much?"

Zhu Houzhao licked his lips and said: "This guy, you want to die!" Zhu Houzhao was angry and speechless: "Let him copy the scriptures, but he won\'t, he insists on writing it himself, and now something happened, the emperor\'s grandmother was furious , Said that he was bewitching the public with evil words, deviant, and lost his temper, sister, is there a chicken leg in it, I smell the smell of chicken legs."

  Hearing the gossip to confuse the crowd and deviate from the scriptures, Zhu Xiurong couldn\'t help trembling her shoulders, and her pink and pretty face was a little pale under the moonlight.

  Fang Jifan is his savior.

  He still treats himself so well.

  Although sometimes he is eccentric, but compared with this even more eccentric elder brother, he is much better.

  He was still venting his anger for himself. Although he felt that it was inappropriate for him to beat Nanny Liu like that, he still did it for his own good.

   But now, great-grandmother is angry, and this is really bad.

  Everyone in the palace knew that great-grandmother was quiet and inactive, and she rarely lost her temper, but once she got angry, even the emperor dared not disobey her heart.

  Zhu Xiurong fell into an inexplicable panic. His eyes, which competed with the stars in the sky, looked extraordinarily moving, and there was a slight mist in the eye sockets!

At this time, she said softly: "Brother, you have to think of a way, otherwise it will be terrible, he...how could he know the temper of the emperor\'s grandmother, let alone the catastrophe that would come when writing scriptures, brother, you have to think about it." The way, or...to ask the queen mother...I can\'t go, I am a woman, how can I open my mouth, brother, you have a thick skin, if you are begging for nothing, the queen mother must be soft-hearted. "

  (end of this chapter)