Lu Ming

Chapter 705 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])
But after Mr. Feng bid farewell to Xue's experience, he followed Mr. Xu through the third side door and went around all the way.Not a moment later, after another moon gate, Master Feng found himself in a garden.

Although it's late spring now, the weather has been harsh for the past few years, and the capital city has been cold and cold, so the flowers and plants in the garden are a little scattered, and the overall atmosphere of spring is not created.

But these are not important.As soon as Master Feng entered the garden, he was attracted by the glass conservatory in the middle of the garden.

The conservatory is designed in leisure mode.Slightly curved large pieces of glass are inlaid into shiny iron frames one by one, and finally, a button-bowl-style sightseeing greenhouse is formed.

After following Officer Xu strangely, Master Feng stepped into the glass door after looking at him.

In the warm room at this time, five or six guests had already taken their seats first.An oval mahogany table, a few craft chairs, green tea, red wine, and the warmth of the fruit wood oven.

Through the bright glass curtain wall, take a look at the bleakness outside.Master Feng, who was still in the cold a moment ago, suddenly felt better.

"I don't know which one it is, it turned out to be Brother Mu Xi."

Just after Mr. Feng entered the room, on the seat facing the door, a middle-aged man dressed in pure black straight shirt called out Mr. Feng's words: "Come and sit here. I haven't had a drink with Brother Mu Xi for a long time." I'm happy, I'm planning to get drunk today."

Master Feng took a closer look and found that the person speaking was Luo Lishi, the right servant of the Ministry of Industry.

Although he was an official in the same dynasty, Master Feng did not have much contact with Luo Shilang, who was born in a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.That is to say, when Luo Shilang was still working as Yuanwailang in the Ministry of Industry two years ago, everyone had a few social gatherings.

But in this conservatory today, it is obvious that the social circle is not discussed in terms of closeness.

Seeing Luo Shilang's affectionate look, Master Feng, who instantly understood, hurriedly cupped his hands and stepped forward, while showing a happy expression of meeting an old friend: "I didn't expect Brother Ben Song to meet you face to face! Hehe, unexpected joy, unexpected joy."

When Mr. Feng sat on the right side of Luo Shilang, Luo Lishi, who suddenly became a close friend, after a few simple greetings, he thoughtfully assumed the responsibility of knowing the guest, and began to introduce: "This is Gao Jie, the imperial envoy of Henan Province of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Gao Langya."

In fact, the first time Mr. Feng glanced at the table, he recognized all the guests present today. Everyone stood in front of the gate of Huangji Hall to blow the cold wind together every morning. After so many years of being a street man, Mr. Feng Who doesn't know?

However, Luo Lishi's introduction today is obviously a formal procedure for integrating into the circle.Knowing this well, Master Feng enthusiastically bowed his hands to the young man in the robe of a Husi member opposite him: "I have seen Gao Yushi."

Gao Yushi, sitting first on the left, is less than thirty this year, and he is the backbone of the officialdom in his prime.

Gao Jie is a Jinshi in the year of Tianqi.This gentleman has been the imperial envoy of Henan Province at a young age. He is undoubtedly of the Qingliu school, and he has no daily communication with Master Feng, who is a street supervisor.

The bad is here.

Hearing the greeting, the fair-skinned Gao Yushi only glanced sideways at Feng Sicheng.

Afterwards, this high-cold person picked up a pitted clam shell from the fruit wood grill on the table, brought it to his mouth and sucked it hard.After swallowing the clam, he smacked his lips, took out a cigarette from a big red iron cylinder with Chinese watches and city towers printed on it on the table, then took out his own silver cloisonné enamel cloisonne Zippo, lit it, and smoked it hard. After one sip, he raised his head and exhaled a puff of light blue smoke. At this point, Ge Shi lay down in the chair. He didn't pay attention to Master Feng the whole time.

"Haha, the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Luo Shilang, who sees everything in his eyes, can only smooth things over in the face of naked contempt for his academic qualifications: "Don't pay attention to this madman, Mu Xi met Liu Zhizhong with me."

Regarding the contempt he received just now, in fact, Master Feng did not have any emotional fluctuations. In his entire life, he had not been despised by various Jinshi scholars on too many occasions, and he has long since become numb.

With a smile on his face, Master Feng cupped his hands and turned to the next one: "I met Liu Zhizhong."

In the Ming Dynasty, the SHI Changyamen in the capital city was called Shuntian Mansion.

As the No. [-] mansion in the world, Shuntian Mansion is the same as the later generations, with high-level bosses serving as the governor: the lowest level is the third rank.The rest of the Zuo Er officials are also higher in rank than their counterparts in the foreign government, and the official position of Zhizhong is also unique to high-level yamen like Shuntian Prefecture.

The Liu Zhizhong in front of him is named Liu Ye.This person seems inconspicuous, but he is the third person in Shuntian Mansion, a fifth-rank official, and there are only two big bosses above him, Fu Yin and Fu Cheng.

Liu Zhizhong, who is in his fifties and is in his fifties with a gentle face, is dressed in a cotton embroidered suit, without the arrogance of a young bureaucrat at all.Seeing Master Feng salute, he bowed his hands back with a smile.

The next few guests who attended the ceremony, like Master Feng, were all mid-level officials, and their ranks were all between the fifth and sixth ranks.

"This is Hu Ping, a member of the Ministry of War."

"This is He Mao, the Right Counselor of the General Administration."

In the end, after a round of greetings, Mr. Feng, who was in a good mood and felt good about himself, generously enjoyed the appetizing barbecue on the table with the diners.

"Come, try this garlic oyster, it's really delicious."

After receiving the oyster shell from Luo Shilang, the northerner Master Feng imitated Gao Yushi's inhalation just now. The sweet, soft and smooth taste immediately filled his mouth, making Master Feng want to stop, repeatedly calling out the deliciousness.

"Two days before the winter solstice in Jimao, Haiman offered oysters. When they were dissected, they yielded several liters. The meat and oysters were mixed with wine and boiled. The food was very delicious, and it hadn't even existed before."

Although Master Feng said that he was not very knowledgeable, he happened to have read the article "Eating Oysters" by Layman Dongpo.Feeling the freshness of the seafood he had never tasted before, he shook his head and said with emotion after reciting a paragraph of text: "Dongpo sincerely does not lie to me!"

"Haha, I also know about this."

The plump and round Liu Zhizhong sucked two shells of oyster meat, and then said: "Then Dongpo was demoted to Danzhou, and the daily price of oysters was delicious, but Youxin and his son said that the oysters should not be spread, so as not to spread the word." Evil friends ask for it."

"There are other things like this? Dongpo is really a wonderful person."

During the conversation, a group of officials and assistants ate up the oysters on the table.

And in this process, Master Feng, who quickly integrated into the Chike team, was completely relieved. There was no conspiracy and secret discussion, and he did not talk about the political affairs of the court. All the participants deliberately avoided any sensitive topics, and only talked about Fengyue oysters Wine poetry, relaxed and comfortable.

Just then, today's main course was served.Four cooks wearing the same style of short jackets chanted and lifted the big copper plate onto the table.

Master Feng was surprised: he knew this main dish.

Rouge Ban lying in a circle of side dishes like a colorful cloud seemed to have recognized Master Feng, and his dark fish eyes seemed to be saying hello: "Meet you again."

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afternoon.

Master Feng, with his chest and belly protruding, stepped out of the gate of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion with slow steps, one step at a time.

Officer Xu, who is proficient in business, stood beside the prepared carriage, and helped Master Feng into the carriage, his movements were gentle throughout the whole process, for fear that the master would vomit something onto his three-piece suit.

On Master Feng's side, after asking that Manager Tang Er had left long ago, he secretly cursed "Diao Nu" and ordered the carriage to go back home.

Half an hour later, the uncle's carriage stopped smoothly in front of Master Feng's door.

Get out of the car and adjust your robes.Master Feng, who had eaten for a long time, was light and healthy, full of ambition, and stepped into the gate of the courtyard with square steps.

Not wanting to enter the door, Master Feng was hit on the leg by his son and daughter running wildly in the yard.

"Whose family's daughter is so dirty, I can't have it anymore!" Kneeling down and supporting the sons and daughters, Master Feng took out a towel and lovingly wiped the son's face: "Your mother, why don't you leave me alone?" ?”

"Mother, meditate."

After the child said a word that he didn't understand at all, he twisted his body, giggling, and wanted to break free from his father's hand.

The next moment, Master Feng snatched a shiny object from the young son's hand in surprise: "What is this?"

What catches the eye is a mouse doll carved out of transparent glass.Lifelike, lifelike, even the beard is transparent.

Seeing the imprint of "Fu" on the forehead of the mouse, Master Feng realized: this year is the year of the rat, and this is a plaything of the Chinese zodiac.

"Give me back, give me back."

Standing up slowly, the youngest son snatched the doll from his hand.Sensing that something was wrong, Master Feng hurried into the main room, then opened the door curtain, and walked into the west room.

"This, this is...?"

As soon as he entered the room, Master Feng was dumbfounded.

Bathed in the golden sunlight penetrating through the window paper, Feng Tang is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her face is solemn, she closed her eyes, muttering words, she seems to be meditating. If the silver locks in the room, the high-grade red rouge color on the face, the jewelry on the head and face, and the gift boxes of various colors piled up on the bed, this woman is really meditating.

With a sigh of relief, Master Feng, who probably understood what had happened, took two steps forward lightly and listened carefully.

What caught my ears was a curse-like murmur: "It's mine. It's all mine."

"It's crazy."

Mr. Feng is not good enough to be an official, but he still has a lot of experience in life.He knew that at this time, he should either find someone whom Feng Tangshi was used to fearing to wake him up with a stick, or let his demons go away.

With a slight tactical step back, followed by two Jackson sliding steps, Master Feng opened the curtain in silence and retreated out.

Afterwards, the master showed a fierce look, and walked towards the east room: Tang San is such a slave, the house is in such a mess, and no one is seen.

Sure enough, Tang San was in the east room.

Bathed in the golden sunlight penetrating through the window paper, Uncle Tang San sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, opened his unfocused eyes, wore a bewildered smile, held something in his arms, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Crazy, crazy!"

In a rage, Master Feng pulled Diao Nu's arm away, snatched the object he was holding tightly, and stared at it.

What catches the eye is a neatly bound paper page in simplified characters: Registered Dealer Distribution Contract.

After taking a closer look, and after roughly understanding the content of the contract, the master was angry: "You bastard, why did you ask for a sour contract to come back?"

"It's an organic cotton machine yarn contract, but we're not familiar with that business. Master Feng, how much warp and weft do you know?"

Uncle Tang San wasn't dazed at all.Wiping the saliva that almost came out just now, he slowly moved out of bed: "I know the details of the Feng family. This sauce and vinegar contract is specially made for you, Master Feng."

"Oyster sauce, chicken bouillon, thirteen spices and other fresh products, I have to have the goods, send them to the restaurants on the street, and they will be exchanged for money."

After getting out of bed, Uncle Tang snatched the contract from Master Feng: "The Tang family is old in this business, and the relationship is all there, so the goods can be released when they arrive."

Speaking of this, Tang San squinted and taunted the master again: "Then Uncle Cao's house still has a contract for bows, crossbows, knives and guns. I can ask for it. Is Mr. Feng capable of selling it to the Beijing camp arsenal?"

Master Feng was tongue-tied, and sat down in the chair slumped: "That's all, just this deed, a long-term income."

"Long flowing water? Hmph, master, you haven't found the key to it."

Tang San spread out the contract lightly, and pointed at a certain place with his fingers: "See, salt bricks for livestock."

Master Feng, who never cared about cooking, was confused again at this moment: "What is it?"

"Private salt. On the surface, it can only be fed to livestock, but in fact it is to give the government a face. Those bitter people eat this now."

When Uncle Tang said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was full of ambition after taking office, and wanted to set off a bloody storm in the Golden Triangle: "Now our family is also a distributor of the private salt business in the capital. Humph, there is the uncle's house to do it." Backing, each of them is beautiful, let's see your grandpa Tang's methods."

Master Feng, who was frightened while listening to it, wanted to persuade Diao Nu to stop, but realized that from the moment he entered the gate of the uncle's mansion, his family had no way out. The second minister probably had to do this kind of business, and selling some private salt was nothing .

In the end, Master Feng let out a long sigh: "It's better to be careful!"

"Then Tang Ercheng thinks you are worthless and I don't do my job properly!"

Tang San didn't pay attention to the master's complaints at all, and was immersed in the plan alone: ​​"This contract will be thrown at Tang Er's face tomorrow. If you don't honestly tell us about your family, this contract will not be given to him! "

"Let's go now."

For some reason, Master Feng, who suddenly became preoccupied, slowly got up and climbed into bed: "Close the courtyard door."

"There's no need to worry about this moment. Today, our two families have been completely reborn! Wait until I go to the table, and I'll get drunk!"

"Go and rest."

Master Feng, who was already lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and he said weakly: "Tomorrow I have to go to court, and today I need to rest earlier."

Tang Er looked at the noon sun outside the window:
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The next day.

morning.

It was cloudy and hazy.

The gray sky, the gray imperial city, the gray courtiers, the gray morning court.

After half a day of mental construction, at this moment, Master Feng has calmed down.As the tail of the Wannian crane, he stood in a familiar position, listening to the familiar dialogue between the courtiers and the emperor, with a blank expression on his face.

Finally, after the color of the sky changed from black to pure gray, a thin and elongated voice came from above Danbi: "If there is something to play, we will retreat to the court if there is nothing to do."

A little different from the TV show, this eight-character mantra is actually not only shouted by the eunuchs when they first go to court, but also when they step back.

At this time, the courtiers who had stood in the cold wind for a whole morning would stamp their feet to activate their blood and get ready for the end of the meeting.

However, today, the courtiers are destined not to be able to disperse the meeting, because someone wants to submit a certificate.

It's not easy to secretly write a memorial for something like a petition.

Since you have to hand it in, you have to do it in an upright manner to show that you have no regrets.

So... now is the time.

So, just when the chief eunuch was about to shout out the phrase "retire from the court", a figure appeared at the end of the courtiers' formation: "Feng Jingjie, Zuo Cheng of Chen Honglu Temple, has a book to play."

Master Feng can't remember when was the last time he spoke publicly at the court meeting? Five years ago?eight years ago?
Forget it, none of that matters.

Following the words, Master Feng bowed forward, and under the gaze of all the people, he bent down and stared at the ink characters written on the wat board, and read aloud: "After investigation, the envoys of King Annan, Ruan Hong and Ruan Nian, are actually If you pretend to be a tribute, please ask your majesty to give an oral order to drive Honglu Temple away."

"I've become a second minister after all!" The last word came out, and a certain person, covered in sweat, was top-heavy, as if falling into a cloud.

At this moment, someone finally realized the mystery of casting a certificate: like a cloud rising from the bottom of one's feet, it took away half a lifetime of loyalty to the emperor and half a lifetime of prudence.

"It's absurd!"

A shout of anger called Feng Sicheng, who was in a drunken state, back to the world.I saw a half-old official wearing a green robe stepping out of the phalanx, pointing his halberd and asking: "Where does the evidence come from for the big talk? Even if there is evidence, why don't we know it today? For some time this year, Honglu Temple has all Are you dreaming of Spring and Autumn Dreams?"

"Oh, I can't hide in the end."

In fact, Feng Jingjie realized the difficulty of doing the mock answer sheet from the very beginning.Just like what this semi-old official said, he, Feng Sicheng, actually couldn’t produce any evidence that Ruan Hong pretended to be a tribute.
Taking a step back, even if the evidence was muddled, the court would still be able to hold him accountable: as the official in charge of the Anang Mission, it was only after Ruan Hong had spent so long and caused such a bad political influence that he discovered this person Makoto, this is a huge dereliction of duty.

Feng Sicheng was in a dilemma.

Just when Mr. Feng was about to bite the bullet and take out the rhetoric he prepared yesterday, a figure stood up from the side, pointing at the same halberd and shouting loudly: "The treacherous beetle, it is time to clear up the demon atmosphere!" , to set the sight and listen squarely, and to imitate others. Bu Daxing, but you are also An Nanxian, how can you not see that Ruan Hong is half wronged?"

Shocked, Master Feng saw clearly the face of the helping hand: Gao Jie, the Imperial Envoy of Henan Province of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

And that half-old official is none other than the loyal and brave Uncle Cao Chuan of the Ming Dynasty who served the country loyally and loyally. He is the lifelong enemy of Cao Chuan, the leader of black fans, the prince of the East Palace, and Master Bu Daxing.

Sudden personal attack made Mr. Bu very angry: talk about things, talk about things, and spray people indiscriminately when you come up. You are the virtuous prime minister of Annan, and your whole family is a virtuous prime minister!

Furious, Bu Daxing and Gao Jie began to flirt with each other, leaving Feng Sicheng aside instead.

Just when the battle between Bu Gao and Bu Gao was in full swing, there were Liu Jue, the governor of Shuntian Mansion, Hu Ping, a member of the Ministry of War, and He Mao, the right counselor of the General Administration Department, and others, and Bu woke up from the group battle.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four dogs.After several debates, Mr. Bu was unable to support himself. After all, he was forced to make a big mistake: he was extremely protective of An Nangong envoy in his words, and he was hammered by a group of people who did not want to change the current situation of petitioning.

That is to say, the Henan Dao imperial envoy just made a prophecy.

Inexplicably, Mr. Feng's mistakes were removed: the topic of Ruan Hong has completely shifted the focus of the debate, and has become a much more serious topic of "who is helping Annan's petitioners".

Many low-level courtiers who were belatedly realized at this moment showed expressions of sudden realization, their eyes staring back and forth between Bu Daxing and the throne.

Master Feng is also one of them.

Originally turned into a little transparent, a certain Pujie Temple Chancellor who was lowering his head secretly to savor the wonderful taste of crony, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the throne above with somewhat dull eyes.

It was the first time for Mr. Feng to come into contact with the inside story of the high-level political circle. At this moment, his three views were completely shattered.

The bit of shame that was still left was completely gone.

"How long are you going to argue?"

At the critical moment, the young emperor saw that something was wrong and blocked all causes and effects.First, everyone was dismissed, Chongzhen stared at a certain little transparency, and changed the subject: "Feng Jingjie of Honglu Temple, this matter started because of you, what exactly is your intention?"

The emperor's question, Feng Sicheng, who was already open-hearted, showed no signs of panic.

Bowing down and clasping his hands, Master Feng pretended to be helpless and reported to the emperor: Honglu Temple didn’t want to yell, beat and kill foreigners who had doubts about their identities. The Lusi guest house, this matter is over, and the Annan people can do whatever they want.

Facing the long-delayed early court, and his confidant who was about to be stripped out of his underwear, the young emperor with a face full of impatience finally waved his sleeves, acquiesced to Master Feng's suggestion, and retreated from the court.

However, at the end of the day, when he got up, Master Feng, who had been loyal to the king for twenty years, finally got a gift from the king: "A foolish man, eat a vegetarian meal in his place."

"It doesn't matter, they are all second ministers." Master Feng thought.

"It turns out that the emperor is the one who doesn't want Ruan Hong to leave." Master Feng continued thinking.

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Time: noon.

Location: Guest House of Honglu Temple.

Feng Sicheng sat there with a look of resentment, silently watching Ruan Hong eat meat.

"Young brother, eat slowly. I ordered this dish personally. There is no rush, there is still time."

"Honglu Temple doesn't care about the food, hehe." Ruan Hong swallowed a piece of meat, and chuckled: "It's better to hurry up, so as not to make it difficult for my brother. The oral order passed by my brother just now is to order me to move out of the guest house before noon. Hall, it's past time now."

"Oh, there are too many traitors in the court!"

Feng Sicheng had an angry look on his face at this time: "However, I am a soft-spoken person. Even if I tried my best to argue with reason this morning, I was no match for a gang of sprites, which caused brother Ruan to fall into trouble."

Ruan Hong put down his chopsticks, and saluted solemnly: "Brother Feng's righteousness, Ruan Hong never forgets it. Fortunately, he just moved out of the guest house. It won't be a few days until Brother Yu settles down. We'll see you at Jinshuiqiao!"

"It's not easy to live in the capital. Settle down and don't forget to send a message."

Feng Sicheng, with a look of resignation on his face, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve the next moment, and handed it to the little official standing beside him: "Go and hire a good car for my virtuous brother."

After finishing speaking, Feng Sicheng turned his face away, with shame on his face: "That's all about Cheng Yi, brother, don't think too little, brother Yu, you know it at home."

How could Ruan Hong not know that Mr. Feng is a poor man on the street, so his eyes were a little red at the moment: "I feel so kind, I feel so kind!"

After a while, Annan's envoy Ruan Hong and his wife bid farewell to Feng Sicheng who came out to see him off with tears, and boarded a black four-wheeled carriage waiting outside the hall.

The round-faced young coachman first worked hard to help the guests bundle their luggage, and then asked with a smile, "Where are the two high officials going?"

"Outside Xuanwu Gate, at the entrance of Chaoshou Hutong, Huixian Inn!"

"Okay. The bus will leave from Huixian Inn in Chaoshou Hutong. The officials will get promoted and get rich!"

"You stable boy, you have a sweet mouth, what's your name?"

"Back to the senior official, the little Guo Fucheng."

"Oh, what a name, there is atmosphere inside and out!"

(End of this chapter)