Jiaohua

Li Ju woke up from a nightmare.

The difference from the past is that when he had a nightmare earlier, there would be blood in the bedroom, either from the servants' father-in-law, or from the guards of the forbidden army who came in.

But since Du Wenping inherited his father's entry into the palace, every time Li Ju, who had nightmares again, woke up from the nightmare, he would just lie down with his eyes blank for a long time, and would not get out of bed to hurt anyone again.

He hurts people because of his chaotic consciousness, and everyone he sees looks like someone in a dream.

With their bloody faces and their broken bodies, those people stretched out their arms towards him one by one.

So Li Ju killed them. He raised his long sword and wanted to kill all these people.

But now, he could see clearly and distinctly.

One is a dream and the other is reality.

The more this is the case, the more there is nowhere to vent that full of fear.

The servant not far away saw him wake up, and called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty?"

On a sunny day, the bright colors reflect the rainbow sky, the long smoke is empty, the city is full of black tiles and blue bricks, a bridge and a moss, elegant and meticulous, elegant and simple.

"It's not just Xucheng, the entire Mingtai County, the entire Xizhou, everywhere is strict. So, aren't we secretly selling food!"

"Master Zhi!"

Fan et al. Chun muttered: "Then this Master Li is really a kind person, he can move it out and share it with others, I don't know what his intention is..."

"Oh, Second Brother Fan, Mr. Li is not the only one who is kind-hearted. Besides, you see we don't have to worry about food and clothing now, and we still have surplus food, so we can't lie to you."

Fan et al. said, "Can you really make money?"

Seeing that Li Ju's forehead was covered with cold sweat, the servant didn't know what to do.

After speaking, Li Ju didn't respond for a long time. The servant raised his head carefully, and saw Li Ju sitting motionless by the bed, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and he didn't focus.

After a long time, Li Ju looked around and broke the silence: "Where is Du Wenping."

Guided by two fellow villagers, Fan and other spring walked through the long corridor into the inner hall, and were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Fan et al. Chun felt itchy, looked at the pen in Master Li's hand, and suddenly thought of a serious question: "But isn't Xu Cheng very strict now?"

"Second Brother Fan, that's our Master Li!" A fellow villager pointed at the middle-aged man who was talking.

Not just a big guy, but a dangerous guy.

Another person also said: "That's right, the tax was already heavy in the past two years, and it's even worse this year. How can I bear it? I heard that there are people in Lingzhou who rebelled. To put it bluntly, if I didn't meet someone from the chamber If you are willing to help us, maybe we will rebel too!"

The servant bowed his head: "Return to Your Majesty, no."

Li Ju said angrily: "Quickly pass on the Jinwu guards Lu Guimin, Ling Wenyi, Zhang Jun, the forbidden army Xun Fei, Zhao Jiange, and Ma Fuying!"

The servant knelt down on the ground in fear, not daring to answer.

Fan et al. Chun confirmed that more than half of the people here were illiterate, but the pen in Master Li's hand seemed to have magical powers, drawing straight lines and pointing arrows one by one, which was quite fascinating.

Li Ju whispered, "It's late."

It is clear that the unstoppable giant wheel of the times is about to roll over, and Du Wenping seems to be able to feel the splashing dust rushing towards him, but why is it so quiet.

The fellow said: "Yes, if you are caught, you will die, but if you have no money, that is also a dead end."

Half an hour later, Du Wenping entered the palace under the dark sky.

There are no emperors, palaces and castles, and no imperial guards.

However, none of them are desolate and desolate. Although the doors and windows of some secluded houses and inns are closed, there are hidden holes in the houses.

The servant was silent, raised his head and muttered: "Your Majesty, Captain Zhang...hasn't returned yet."

"He hasn't come back yet?"

Fan waited for Chun to ask in a low voice: "Then if caught, wouldn't it be..."

Fan and other spring were surprised, it really was a big shot.

The servant said: "Your time, Your Majesty."

"Absurd," Li Ju sat up from the bed, "They are all ministers of the court, holding important positions and high positions, and they disappeared under my nose? A few living people, just, disappeared without a trace ?!"

"Yu Shiling, Wei Yaojun and the others have found them."

After being rigorously searched one after another by the guards of the Imperial Army, he walked through the vast open space in front of Yanguang Hall and stepped up the white marble steps.

This tall and handsome emperor when he was young is now bloated, with hunched shoulders, just waking up from a big dream, with messy silver hairs on his temples, quite dejected.

Since the beginning of the spring of the Gengyin year, the emperor moved the capital from Yong'an to Hejing, and the original Qing of Hejing was added to the dynasty's Zhu and Xuan.

He withdrew his gaze, feeling an unspeakable desolation and sorrow in his heart, silently, and walked towards Yanguang Hall.

Fan waited for Chun to look at this Master Li, who was tall and burly, with a floor-to-ceiling wooden frame behind him and a board on which he wrote and drew pictures while talking.

"Well... let him come."

Du Wenping raised his head to look at this magnificent palace, just a few night birds cooed past, flying across the sky and the earth.For a moment, Du Wenping suddenly felt that the surroundings were boundless and empty, and there was no one there.

The six major city gates were expanded ten miles outward, the streets were widened, old and dilapidated houses were torn down in pieces, and the new buildings were luxurious and carved.Although the city of Mandu lost its tranquility and elegance, it is more beautiful and splendid.

They all want to eat him!

"Dr. Du left the palace this morning, will the emperor summon you?"

"Yes."

Fan and other spring listened for a long time, and suddenly realized that what Master Li was talking about was not about tea, but about the sale of tea, government taxes, and land taxes.

The pen in his hand is not the ink pen used by literati, but the charcoal pen commonly used by the Ministry of Industry.

Not to mention anything else, even the emperor had to heavily withhold the money allocated to their Ministry of Industry, telling him how to trust others.

The servant didn't dare to urge, and lowered his head back.

Li Ju's complexion was sallow, as if he had never heard of it, he lay there straight, silent, and his fragile nerves were still immersed in a dream.

Fan Dengchun lowered his voice and asked his fellow villagers: "Master Li, is this really teaching people to get rich?"

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The style of Hejing has been famous for its blueness since ancient times.

The bedroom was silent for a while, Li Ju suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

In the dream, a group of demons danced wildly, and he was the dinner at the feast of those demons.

When it rains, the misty rain and sky are blue, the clear water is whirling, the soft mountains and beautiful ridges are light green, and the ancient streets and alleys are elegant in calligraphy and painting.

"Yeah, I heard that there is a well-known big shot taking care of us through external channels!"

"Yes."

The stars in the sky were fragmented, and the moon formed a pool of water. Suddenly, a gust of evening wind blew Du Wenping's long sleeves.

Several brightly dressed middle-aged men are introducing tea varieties to everyone, all of them have a strong Xucheng accent.

Empress Nangong passed away, and the mourning was announced. The splendor of Hejing was dimmed in mourning.

The small main hall was full of people, both men and women.

"Where's Yan Yunwei?"

"Your Majesty, do you want the imperial dining room to deliver meals?"

"It's really profitable!"

"Also... haven't returned."

Fan et al. were curious: "Who?"

Fan Waitchun still couldn't believe it, not because he was suspicious, but because he had been used to seeing other people's faces for a long time.

"Your Majesty..." the servant called again in a low voice.

Fan waited for Chun to come back from the lower court more than once to hear him mention this Lord Zhi. The emperor was extremely dissatisfied with this person and hated him very much.Because of the excitement in Mingtai County back then, thousands of people accused Princess Yangping of the matter, which has been confirmed to be related to this master.

It was so quiet, everything was eerily quiet.

One said: "It's not that Mr. Li wants to teach, but the neighbors insist on Mr. Li's teaching."

Fan Waitchun couldn't hear the word "rebellion" and hurriedly said, "Shh! Don't die!"

"You!" The fellow countryman shook his head, looking at him helplessly and pitifully.

"Second Brother Fan, who cares? It's rebellion, it's just talking." Another fellow villager said.

Fan Waitchun looked at the two of them in horror. The last time they met was in the spring of last year. Why did it take more than a year? The two of them seemed to have been completely reborn.

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