At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Capital, Yongdingmen Street.

Zhu Qizhen was wearing a Confucian shirt, shaking a paper fan in his hand, looking around and pacing leisurely.

Yu Qian followed closely, dressed as a servant.

There is a bridge from Yongdingmen Street to Zhengyangmen Street. Because it is the only way from the Imperial Palace to the Temple of Heaven, it is called a flyover.

The two of them came to the street, surrounded by people, and all kinds of hawking sounds came and went, like going to a market.

Yu Qian couldn't help frowning and whispered: "Your Majesty, the overpass is solemn and sacred. Now that the people are allowed to come and set up stalls and perform, isn't it a bit disrespectful to heaven and earth?"

Zhu Qizhen shook his head and asked: "What is heaven and earth?"

Yu Qian thought for a while and said: "Heaven and earth give birth to all things, and are the ancestors of all spirits."

Zhu Qizhen asked: "If you worship the heaven and the earth, will the weather be smooth? Or if you don't worship the heaven and the earth, the world will be in chaos?"

Yu Qian was speechless and hesitated: "Since ancient times..."

Zhu Qizhen rushed to say: "Since ancient times, if the people are rich, the world will be peaceful. If the people have insufficient food and clothing, they will rebel. The people are the world!"

"However, this overpass was used to worship ancestors and worship heaven and earth, but now it is filled with ordinary people. If our ancestors knew better, wouldn't it, wouldn't it..."

"If our ancestors saw this peaceful and prosperous age, it would be too late to rejoice! Since Yao and Shun, all dynasties have been pursuing a great governance. What is great governance? The prosperity of the people is great governance. Today's prosperous age is great governance."

After Yu Qian listened, he pondered for a long time and said, "Your Majesty is righteous, I have learned from it!"

Zhu Qizhen pointed to the side: "It's so lively over there."

Yu Qian stopped, looked up, and said, "It looks like he is a storyteller."

"There are quite a lot of people, let's go and have a look!"

The three of them, the monarch and his ministers, tried their best to squeeze through and saw a man in a long gown, talking eloquently.

"...But they said that the new leader of the Japanese country, named Ashikaga Yoshimasa, was so ambitious that he would not hesitate to kill the king with his own hands in order to fight against the Ming Dynasty and replace him. Such atrocities angered the heavens and sent down divine punishments. Lands collapsed and the earth shook, and seawater poured in. The Japanese country It was razed to the ground overnight..."

Yu Qian looked at the man carefully, and then leaned into Zhu Qizhen's ear.

"This man's name is Cen Guangyao, and he is a disciple of Sun Changhe."

"I remember, he is the one who claims to be the Minister of Rites and holds the credentials to negotiate?"

"It's this man!"

Zhu Qizhen laughed and said: "I didn't expect this person to be very eloquent. Let him tell stories under the overpass!"

The monarch and his ministers continued to wander around. There were people everywhere near the overpass, and there were all kinds of acrobatics and performers, which made it overwhelming.

Zhu Qizhen looked left and right, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you see anyone talking about cross talk?"

Yu Qian was very puzzled and asked: "What is cross talk?"

"Cross talk, it's just, it's just..."

Zhu Qizhen didn't know how to explain it for a moment. When he saw the crowds in front of him, he became curious and squeezed in to see what was going on.

"The saddest thing is late in the cold weather. I am so haggard and unspeakable. I drink three glasses of wine to make me drunk. I look for fragrance and start my dream in the cold. The hairpin-headed phoenix is ​​leaning towards you with tears. I have no chance to spend tea flowers. The lonely heart of the small building Yue Yue is as difficult as a hook and difficult to round!"

Before he finished speaking, there was only a snap.

In the middle of the crowd, a fat little black man wearing a blue silk coat held a tree in his hand and slapped it on the table.

"Today we will continue to talk about the biography of Jigong, continuing from the previous chapter..."
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(End of the book)