Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 173 The Great Confucianism of the Song Clan!

The wind howled and the snow drifted, and the shrill cold wind poured down on the gate of the mansion. A towering vermilion lacquer gate with six openings creaked, and the side door opened wide.

There was a rattling sound, and the girl who was wrapped in a thick coat of Luo silk and velvet frowned, and ran down the snow-covered stone steps in a hurry.

There was a sound of wheezing in the air, and the handsome figure who was originally on the street suddenly jumped high, lightly stepped on the saddle, and after a few volleys, landed beside the spooky figure who was frightened by the cold spring.

He hugged his waist into his arms, stepped on the steps and stepped on his feet, swept down the steps, twirled Ling Wu, and landed firmly.

The woman in her arms had a shy expression on her face, and she buried her chest in her arms. The cheeks of the delicate and delicious person were hot, like pink and tender peaches, and one couldn't help but take a bite.

Its brows are like the moon's Jiao'e, and they are like a tight flower bud blooming gently, which makes people subconsciously shake their hearts. After blinking and blinking the bright and clear huge eyes, the almond eyes are slightly raised, and they meet a pair of sparkling eyes that are as bright as stars. .

His brows are clear and handsome, his face is handsome, and his deep and bright starry eyes are shining, as if there is a boundless starry sky emitting dazzling brilliance, people can't help being intoxicated and deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

The smile in Danfeng's eyes makes the girl's heart germinate, and the green flowers bloom. Under the tip of the heroic nose, the slightly thin lips are tightly pressed, and the corners of the mouth are upturned, as if it can evoke a bay of lake water and irrigate the newly cultivated heart.

Most of the aristocratic families have more and more rules, especially girls who have never been out of the cabinet rarely show their faces outside, and there are only a handful of men in contact with them, let alone being hugged by people. It will undoubtedly be regarded as a frivolous act. As far as the daughter's family is concerned, it is easy to fall into gossip and be criticized by others; the emphasis is on destroying people's reputation and looking for death and life.

What's more, being in such a large crowd will undoubtedly damage the girl's reputation, but the people at the gate of the mansion and the girl herself seem to have never thought of this, but instead look relieved, pampered and helpless.

"Xiao Wan'er, you have to be careful."

A faint voice sounded, and the corners of the handsome young man's mouth curled up.

The person who came was Xia Houchun, of course, he lowered his head and looked, tsk, the little lotus just showed its sharp horns, don't there be a dragonfly standing on its head, the neckline is as creamy as snow, white and rosy, and fragrant sweat bursts out after a little tossing. The delicate fragrance of virgin permeated into the tip of his nose, making his lower abdomen slightly hot.

"Cough cough cough."

A heavy cough sounded, and the green and pink cheeks of the girl in her arms became hotter and hotter. She was a little embarrassed, raised her chin high, and snorted arrogantly: "Hmph, who wants you to care."

After throwing down these words, he broke free from Xia Houchun's arms, ran back quickly, hid behind the sixty-year-old man at the gate of the mansion, half-covered, and secretly glanced at the white-robed boy under the steps.

The young man stood with a smile on his face, not taking it seriously, and looked up at this low-key and introverted "Qinggui clan" in Hedong Road.

As one of the three major clans in Hedong Road, the Song family was originally a descendant of the royal family in the past. It was descended from the blood of King Jinyang of Song State who was conquered by Qianyan. King Jinyang, who belonged to the sideline common people, became one of the few fish that slipped through the net because he was only a small family.

After going through the Qianyan and Dajing dynasties, this descendant of the Song family finally became one of the nine great families again, becoming one of the few Qingliu families in the Dajing Kingdom, and has always been trusted by Emperor Taizong and Emperor Jing.

The Song Clan, Song Yanqing and Song Zhao, father and son who Xia Houchun once culled in Qinzhou, are the branches of the Song Clan, but although the two branches belong to the same lineage, their blood relationship is weak, and they have long since lost contact, so they are not considered a family.

The cool and cold wind blew away the nascent irritability. Xia Houchun raised his eyes slightly, and saw the word "Song Mansion" hanging on the gate of the mansion, and the red seal character "Sheng Chao Jun Yi" bestowed by Emperor Taizong was engraved on the lower left corner. On the huanghuali wood plaque, the years have passed, and it has lasted for a long time, showing the lofty status of the owner of the mansion.

Throughout the hundred years of Dongjing, the people who can be praised as "junyi" by Taizong are rare, no more than five fingers, and the only people who have settled in the ancestral land of the Xiahou clan for half a year are the elders of the two dynasties of Taizong and Emperor Jing—Song quill.

Song He, a native of Yongcheng, Hedong Road, was a Jinshi in the second year of Qingyuan. He was first awarded the Zhishi Museum, and later passed the palace examination.

Later, he was transferred as a servant of the Imperial Academy, editor of the History Museum of Hongwen Museum in Menxia Province, and a general secretary of Zhongshu Province, and then moved to Wenyuan Pavilion University Bachelor, and his official rank was five grades.

After receiving the imperial edict of Emperor Taizong, he assisted Fu Yiyang, the head of Qilin Pavilion, and presided over the co-compilation of "History of Yan" with Sima Zhi, the then Lantai Commander of the Secretary Province, and Wu Xiangying, the permanent attendant of Jixian Academy. It took more than ten years to complete.

Shucheng was already in the reign of Emperor Jing. With his meritorious service, he was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of Inspection and Industry, and he was a bachelor of the Imperial Academy.

A proper senior minister of Dongjing.

With his mind settled, Xia Houchun patted the wind and snow lightly, and after arranging his clothes, he raised his robe and went up the steps. Under the benevolent gaze of the old man, he bowed respectfully and bowed: "The junior Xia Houchun has met Song Shangshu, and the father ordered the boy Say hello to Shangshu."

This old man over sixty years old had a thin face, gray and white, he was supported by the hands of his granddaughter, and nodded to Xia Houchun with a smile: "I especially remember that when the book was completed, Your Majesty had a big banquet outside Wenyuan Pavilion. When the ministers saw the prince once, in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed."

Xia Houchun grinned, "It's a good thing, boy, I still remember the high spirits of the old Shangshu when he brought the scroll to invite credit and asked his father for a reward. .”

Hearing this, the old man immediately grinned, his trembling old and frail body suddenly straightened up a little bit, his voice was a little high-pitched, his brows relaxed and his countenance reappeared, he laughed heartily and said:
"Hahahaha, that's not true, and that Qin man is full of pride. Afterwards, he was 'sick' for three days. His Majesty had to stay in the Qin Mansion to visit him in person, so he reluctantly went to court."

Xia Houchun said with a smile: "You are also the only one who ruined the glory of the old prime minister after he took control of the center."

The old man laughed heartily immediately, and the laughter spread all over the streets and alleys, attracting many people to look sideways at him frequently.

Murong Yan and the others behind him were a little curious about how virtuous and respected this veteran and important official was, which made Xia Houchun so sincere. You know, along the way, even Song Jing, the governor of Qinzhou, and the governor of the Zhaoyi Army Qin Rui, Dongduling Fang Chu and others only let Xiahouchun hold their fists together.

After looking Xia Houchun up and down, the old man nodded and said with a smile, "I'm much stronger than when I was a child."

Xia Houchun smiled and complimented, "Old Shangshu is hale and hearty, and his demeanor remains the same as before."

Just kidding, the relationship has also become closer, Song He also laughed and cursed, "Stop these sweet words, the old man still knows that bit of flamboyance, don't eat this."

Even though he said so, the relief in his eyes was undisguised. As the saying goes, if a prodigal son turns his head back, he will not change his money, let alone correcting his evil ways. At the beginning of the year, it was rumored that the prince Xia Houchun conspired against him and was bestowed to death by Concubine Xiao. Breaking into the Devil's Prison again, a series of ups and downs of frightening and ups and downs made others dazzled and at a loss.

Especially when Emperor Jing was away and Concubine Xiao was in court, those who sat on the fence and opportunistic people gathered their hands and feet, and did not dare to extend a helping hand to Xia Houchun, the prince of the East Palace. Dare not speak up.

The bloody history has taught them many painful lessons. When they can't see the situation clearly, it is the right way to be impartial and wait and see the changes. Otherwise, if they make a wrong step, the family will perish.

And it is precisely because there are not a few people who hold this kind of concept. Since Xia Houchun went north from Taikang, few officials greeted him with cars.

Qing officials like Song Jing and Song He are only a minority.

By the way, by the way, Song Jing, the former governor of Qinzhou, is the main bloodline of the Song Clan, but the bloodline is a little bit off. In terms of seniority, Song Jing also wants to call the old man in front of him uncle.

Song He raised his cloudy eyes, and his eyes leaped over Xia Houchun, and he glanced at Xia Houchun with a half-smile, "Why, don't you want to introduce your friend to the old man?"

Xia Houchun smiled and said hello, turned around to greet Tianxin and the others, and introduced them: "This is my old man Song Hesong, who is also a great hero who led the compilation of "History of Yan."

Everyone trembled when they heard the words, especially Zhi Chan's casual attitude, and immediately put away. All the existences who participated in the compilation of the national history of the previous dynasty are all the only remaining academicians and literary and historical scholars among the central court officials.

Not to mention anything else, if only the merit of compiling the history books is good, you will not have to worry about having a good reputation in this life, and it is not an exaggeration to say 'the name will last through the ages'.

Even if Dajing were to perish in the future, later dynasties would not be able to spare these historical giants when compiling the historical records of the previous dynasties.

Seeing this, Xia Houchun felt amused, and suppressed a smile on his face, pointed at the cicada to Mr. Song, and said: "This is the monk Zhichan from Changguo Temple in Dongdu, from Fukong Temple."

The monk put his hands together, with a compassionate face, like a holy white lotus, and said with a smile: "I have seen old benefactor Song."

Although the old man didn't believe in Buddhism, he also knew that the Fukong Temple, a school on the mountain, was almost the top sect of the monastic sect, but after all, it was Taizong who walked through the stormy waves, and he was not frightened, and nodded his head to Zen Zen.

What's more, Song He has never caused troubles. He has only dealt with books all his life. He has never been on the battlefield, and he is not interested in winning battles. Holding an important position, it is inconvenient to publicly appreciate Buddhism.

However, his sharp eyes were as sharp as a torch, and after a glance, he saw that the aura on Shi Chan's body was of the same origin as that person back then, no doubt it was that person's temple, and after lightly nodding his head, he asked softly, "Is Master Purdue all right?"

Shi Chan's smile froze, his indifferent and calm posture was instantly broken, and his momentum was greatly vented.

Stubble!This is a stubble!

As soon as he came up, he asked the presiding abbot that this kind of heaven and man existed, and the other party immediately rose up. He is not at the same level as this one.

He sniffed, with helplessness and grievance on his face, and replied honestly: "Master Abbot has been practicing Zen meditation in seclusion, and he hasn't appeared in this world for many years."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, and he sighed with a smile: "I remember that I met Master Pudu in Jixian Yuan by chance. There are endless debates about the way, and your master is holding the scroll downstairs, and only one sentence, "the three teachings lead to the same goal by different paths, and you can know the other by discussing the first way", made Wu Xiangying speechless."

Behind her, Song Xiaowan blinked her small eyes, and glanced at her grandpa casually. It seemed that when she told her, the original words were not like that.

When Shi Chan heard this, he became more and more cautious. He even met the abbot a few times, let alone talked with him. , is indeed a big boss he dare not offend.

The old man looked kindly, saw that the little monk was a little nervous, waved his hands, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so restrained, I only met your master a few times."

The little monk secretly slandered, I believe in your evil, the existence that can communicate with the abbot, is either the former head of Tiangong, or the current suzerain of Xuanzong, and the abbot’s latest question is exactly
Xia Houchun glanced at Shi Chan, this monk has been very crazy these days, and he has an attitude of ignoring the world, except for Xiao Hanchen who came over strong, he puts everyone in his eyes, even if he treats the former Jin Wang Xiahourong, who recognizes cicadas, is also high above, overlooking the posture of ordinary people.

Now is the opportunity for him to lower his haughty head. He has to suppress the arrogance of this monk. The corner of his mouth joked, and he said with a smile: "Mr. He can discuss Taoism and the three religions with Abbot Pudu in the upper get out of class, and study history and study after class, and he is undoubtedly a great Confucian in the world."

"Through the entire Yasukuni, it is very difficult for the younger generation to find another high-level Confucian student like you who is as advanced and knowledgeable as you."

Song He couldn't help but laugh, looked at Xia Houchun and shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Such a high hat, a mere savage from Song, would dare to wear it. The crown prince is an old official."

Calling him a prince, this is going to be unfamiliar. Xia Houchun didn't dare to compliment him indiscriminately anymore. After a few dry laughs, he immediately turned his finger on Shichan, "I see, people who have reached the level of Song Lao are all modest and low-key, but Some people are arrogant, look down on the people of the world, and look like they don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, if they don't get a little guidance, they might fall into a big fall."

Shi Chan gave him a squinting look, "It's definitely fine to clean you up."

Xia Houchun was furious, and immediately rolled up his sleeves to fight, "Come on, let's fight again if you have the ability."

Murong Yan on the side hurriedly sidestepped the fight, the two of them didn't know whether they were just looking for fun, or they had abandoned their aristocratic manners and self-cultivation, and they had to fight each other from time to time.

One is a Buddhist son of Buddhism, and the other is the prince of Dongjing. They often fight with each other along the way, or fight until they become dizzy.

But no matter what, in front of outsiders, the two have always maintained their dignity. Today, the elder brother of the prince actually satirized the cicada in front of outsiders, and he immediately broke the merits.

Tianxin snorted coldly: "Will you be ashamed when you make trouble in front of the old seniors?"

Song He was very interested. After taking a deep look at Xia Houchun, he waved his hands with a smile and said, "It's a good thing to be young and vigorous. If you are not vigorous, you are not a young man. Don't be like those who are full of anger and pretend to be deep. Why bother?"

Shi Chan glanced at Xia Houchun, knowing that he had secretly told the old man that Xia Houchun and Buddhism had reached an offensive and defensive alliance.

After pondering for a while, the old man said softly to Shi Chan: "When Pudu left Taikang back then, he left a handbook, which involved some Buddhist heart methods. Since you came here with him today, according to what your Buddhist sect said, , this is called 'Buddha's Fate', and you can take the letter back with you."

The abbot master's handbook?
(End of this chapter)