Humane Yongchang

Chapter 302
The chill of spring is as bitter as winter.

The extravagant light rain in the morning fell on the cold armor, splashing a mist of water.

Qingyue's octagonal copper bell swayed happily in the bitter wind and rain, making a pleasant bell.

Inside the large, dry and warm carriage, a small three-legged beast-patterned incense burner constantly emits strands of thick and mellow fragrance to dispel the chill.

Chen Sheng leaned slightly on the bronze table, and sat on his knees with his eyes slightly closed. He was dressed in a loose and crisp mountain and sea dark gold embroidery pattern, which was like a blooming flower, and was spread on the clean rush mat. The simple and square black iron crown, there is fierceness in the silence...

"Is she there?"

In the swaying silence of the bell, Chen Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and asked indifferently.

The low voice of the captain of the guard came from the right window: "In..."

Chen Sheng frowned slightly, his brows, and seemed a little unhappy, but also a little helpless.

After he pondered for a few breaths, he said indifferently, "Turn the road, go to the west city to the king... That's all, send the commander to hold the halberd, seal up the official documents in the Yanqing Hall, and transport them to Guanlan Pavilion."

"only!"

The captain of the guard took the order, and quickly walked to the front of the rushing team with his sword, and gave the order in semaphore.

The huge bodyguards changed their route silently and smoothly, from the north city to the route from the south city to the Han Palace, and then diverted to the west of the city.

And in an inconspicuous corner of the long street where the guards were about to step into, a slender figure dressed in burlap and filial piety stood in the rain, and bowed down to the black man Long Yiyi who was turning towards the street with a miserable expression.

……

Guanlan Pavilion, in a semi-open ancient quiet room.

Chen Sheng had a clean white foot bag, reclining and sitting on the floor, staring at the mist and rain outside, holding the beautifully bound white paper document in his hand, and the pottery pot on the fire pool beside him was gushing hot...

"You are upset."

Han Fei's thick and gentle voice came from behind him.

Chen Sheng came back to his senses, but didn't look back: "How can I see it?"

The servant pushed Han Fei to the other end of the fire and bowed down.

Han Fei stretched out his hand, undid the lid of the clay pot on the fire pond with one hand, took out the tea cup and bamboo scoop with the other hand, scooped out two dark tea soup from the pot, picked up one and handed it to Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng watched his precise and skillful movements with interest, took the fine pottery tea cup, and said with a chuckle, "You are less and less like a blind person."

Han Fei ignored him, picked up a cup of tea for himself, twitched his nose and sniffed lightly, and said expressionlessly: "A good pot of tea, I will teach you to make a tea soup!"

He said so, but he still blew on the hot tea soup lightly, took a sip, paused, and then said: "My small courtyard is not a dojo where I was born, I can't stop it. those **."

Chen Sheng squinted at him unhappily: "Why is your broken mouth getting more and more poisonous? If you can't speak, don't say it, no one thinks you are dumb!"

The way they get along with each other has gone so far that they can't pull it back.

In the Yanqing Palace, Han Fei complied with what Chen Sheng said.

When there are others around, Han Fei is also respectful, even if Chen Sheng is not there, he will never mention Chen Sheng at all to these other people.

But when the two of them got along in private, Han Fei turned into a bad friend, the kind that doesn't open and mentions which one, every time he catches Chen Sheng's mistakes and omissions, he strikes with a heavy punch, and he is in a relationship with Chen Sheng. During the confrontation, he was quickly promoted to Tucao Master and Great Onmyoji.

Facts have proved that if the ancients wanted to get angry with Yin and Yang, they really did not have anything to do with the great onmyoji of later generations.

It was obvious that Han Fei learned the craft from Chen Sheng, but in a very short period of time, he was able to master it.
As far as his allusions and unfamiliar nouns are concerned, Chen Sheng is often sprayed with a bewildered face by him. After thinking about it carefully after returning home, he slowly recalled what it meant, and then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. , The more angry you are, the more you think about it, adjust your state and organize your language all night long, and vow to make good use of it and be ashamed!
As a result, every second day when I am ambitious to go to Han Fei's shameful days, it is even more tragic and the shame is broadcast...

Han Fei raised the tea cup slightly and gestured to him with a smile: "You got it, Your Majesty!"

He was talking about stabbing his eyes and cutting off his legs, but unexpectedly made him stop stammering when he spoke.

Chen Sheng also really had nothing to do with this dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, so he could only be incompetent and furious: "Next time, I will directly give you a three-zhang white silk!"

"Oh, if you dare to give it to me, you will dare to hang yourself in front of your house and see who will stink forever!"

Han Fei showed no signs of weakness.

Chen Sheng was as disgusting as eating flies.

That Wu Zixu who wanted to hang his eyeballs on the door made Fu Chai, king of Wu, nailed to death on the pillar of shame for more than 2000 years.

Given the academic gap and status gap between Wu Zixu and Han Fei, if he dared to let Han Fei hang himself in front of his house, the ghost knows how he will be arranged in the history books, and his bones will be smashed to death for thousands of years!
"He~tui!"

Han Fei spit a non-existent spit into the quiet room with a pretentious look on his face, and then took a sip of the tea cup in a refreshing way.

Chen Sheng, he has already figured it out!
It is certain and affirmed that this hero of the world with the fierce temperament and sharp claws of the colorful worm actually has a benevolent stomach that eats grass and an indifferent heart that is indifferent to the world.

This discovery surprised him at first... How could beasts not eat people?Are people who don't eat beasts still beasts?
He repeatedly tested whether he was wrong?

Was Chen Sheng's technique too clever to blind his eyes?

But no matter what method he uses to analyze, no matter what angle he examines, the final conclusion is that Chen Sheng's words and deeds are consistent and consistent. It doesn't seem to have any effect on him.

This result, compared to the initial judgment, is even more outrageous and incredible.

But this time, Han Fei easily accepted this judgment... If even this is just Chen Sheng's disguise, then they are not players of the same realm at all. He has been deceived and fooled, and he has recognized it!
Knowledge may change over time.

But human nature does not. All the mistakes made by all people in the world can be found in the history of predecessors. In terms of human nature, the progress of the human race for thousands of years is almost negligible!

Therefore, Han Fei can admit that there is indeed a gap between him and Chen Sheng in terms of talent.

But killing him, he absolutely did not believe that Chen Sheng's grasp of human nature could crush him.

Unless, Chen Sheng is not human...

Isn't it a human being who has the arrogance of a king?
It's simply a horror of slipping the world!

……

Han Fei sipped the tea leisurely, unaware that the tea soup in the tea cup was a bitter, mushy and thick "tea soup".

Until he swallowed the last sip of tea soup in the cup, he could not wait for Chen Sheng to speak.

This made him know that it was inconvenient to tell him what Chen Sheng had in mind when he came here today...

He put down the tea cup and said actively, "Speaking of which, I still have something to tell you."

Chen Sheng came back to his senses, "um", and smiled narrowly: "What is the matter, I need you to tell me?"

Good guy, take revenge, right?

Han Fei raised his face covered with black cloth and bullied him with blue veins on his forehead. He opened his mouth to suppress this stupid little rebel!

However, Chen Sheng, who was staring at his wriggling lips, blocked it first: "But since you have played it respectfully, then the Lone King has a lot of permission...Tell me, what's the matter!"

Han Fei silently wrote a note to Chen Sheng in his heart. While thinking about the opportunity to get back in revenge, he said sternly: "A few days ago, my master came to Chen County."

"Ok?"

Chen Sheng was stunned and asked tentatively, "Xun Qing?"

People like Han Fei and Li Si, who are from good backgrounds and have real talents and real learning, have more than one teacher.

But the only teacher who can be treated so solemnly by Han Fei is the Confucian post-sage: Xunzi!
As expected, Han Fei nodded and replied, "Naturally!"

Chen Sheng put down the tea cup, got up, put his hands on his back and wandered in the quiet room for two steps, feeling a little dazed in his heart: "Which day is it?"

The first thing that came to his mind was that he ordered the Special Warfare Bureau to cooperate with Li Xin, who was stationed in Yingchuan, to expel Confucian disciples and disciples, which angered the real bigwigs of Confucianism, and came to him to settle accounts!
Han Fei pondered for a while and said, "Six days ago."

"Six days?"

Chen Sheng thought about it carefully, and thought something was wrong. He just gave Chen Feng the order to expel the disciples of the three major schools in Yanqing Palace six days ago!
How could Xunzi come to the door that day?

It seems that fortune-telling is not within the scope of Confucianism, right?

As soon as he thought about it, Chen Sheng felt a lot more at ease, and even raised his eyebrows a little unhappily.

He sat back on the futon and said solemnly, "What happened six days ago, why didn't you report it to me until today!"

Since it wasn't because of his expulsion of Confucian disciples, then Xunzi was rude...righteous!
Han Fei said speechlessly: "Master has been thinking for more than four days here, he is inconvenient to see you, how can I report to you? Besides, didn't you go to Jingzhou to preside over the front-line military meeting yesterday? I was waiting for you in Yanqing Palace yesterday. At the time of You, I have not seen you coming back, how can I repay and know?”

Chen Sheng frowned slightly and whispered: "Why, is it inconvenient to tell others about this?"

Han Fei nodded slightly: "It's inconvenient to ask someone to forward it on your behalf."

Chen Sheng leaned upright and nodded, "Speak, I'm listening!"

After pondering and organizing the language for a while, Han Fei began to talk about the day when Xunzi suddenly appeared in Guanlan Pavilion, and he talked about the emperor's aura, the demonic aura, and some of the schools of thought that Xunzi inadvertently revealed that day. Internal voices, including their master and apprentice discussion on Taoism in the following few days, Xunzi’s inspiration from the essence of “combining ritual and law” with the culmination of Confucianism and law, as well as the essence of “managing the mandate of heaven and using it”, They all told Yu Chen Sheng in detail.

Chen Sheng rubbed his smooth chin with one hand and listened carefully.

But his face became more and more strange.

　PS1: Chapter 2 is on the way here, and it can be arrived before 12 o'clock...

　　PS2: I am trying to adjust my work and rest, get rid of the bad habit of coding at night, and develop a good habit of coding during the day, going to bed early and getting up early... I have stayed up for three full nights at the beginning of this month. It's comfortable, but in fact, I haven't written much. I have to find a way to adjust it and concentrate my time and energy to roll it up.

　　
　
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