Aoyama

In the past 200 years, although the influence of shadow guards has prevailed, none of the general banners dared to move out of the Shadow Pavilion and split the mansion at the foot of the emperor.Now, Mr. Han issued an order, not only did this, but also gathered the peaches and plums of the whole dynasty together on the day of housewarming, and indulged in drinking and sex.

Whether it is promiscuous or not, there are different opinions in the market, but the emerald jade has become a romantic story-Master Han's habit of breaking his sleeves, his face is close to a monster, his talk is like a play, he flatters the sky, and drinks the blood of the world.

Therefore, the willows in Lin'an City are delicate and masculine.

Lin Yun looked at the long and narrow Suzhou embroidery box in front of him, and raised his eyebrows: "Chang Ming, isn't this also a treasure from the Emerald House?" Chang Ming bent down and bowed: "Don't dare, don't dare, this is New Year's Day The brochure of the Poetry Club." Lin Yun sighed: "You crooked talent, maybe one day you will scare me to death."

Chang Ming, a native of Changzhou, was born as the No. [-] Scholar in the eight-year scientific examination in Tianchang, and is now a Hanlin Bachelor.The [-]th generation of his ancestors, Chang Ji, was an official to Zuo Cheng, and he was a powerful figure in regenting the world.

It's a pity that being with a king is like being with a tiger, and the official path is like a dream. When Chang Ming was born, the Chang family's fortunes were in decline, and they were so poor that they had nothing to eat.Chang Ming Hanchuang studied hard for ten years, failed for the third time, and was finally selected as a village tribute, and went to Beijing to take the exam.

Carp Leaping over the Dragon's Gate was just around the corner, but unexpectedly, he failed in the Lin'an test again.That day, the rainy season was desolate, and the white-faced scholar was walking alone on Changle Street. Suddenly, he felt a shadow cast over his head, and the rain stopped.

Looking up, there is a hexagonal pavilion.The passer-by taunted and said: "The world is so big, what road can't be taken, if the son is appreciated by Mr. Han, he will rise to the top." Chang Ming smiled lightly: "Chang, in the future, must demolish this shadow pavilion."

It is useless to study hard, and you have to ask for help.Chang Ming put down the scroll in his hand, carried the guqin on his back, and knocked on the gate of Lin Mansion.On that day, by the side of the Furong Pool, on the banks of the green willows, Lin Yun smiled, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes shone with light: "The green water is clear and the heart is pure, the peerless famous qin, who are you, how dare you use this qin to discuss the authenticity with Mr. Han?"

Chang Ming saluted first, and then rolled up his plain white sleeves.I saw two horizontal and one vertical scars engraved on his clean forearm, which did not match his gentle appearance.Lin Yun stared at the mark intently, and Su Fan stopped.

"In Tianping's early years, five kings took over the throne, and Lushui Qingxin was brought out of the East Palace by his grandfather." Chang Ming said, "Grandfather was ambushed by the Shadow Department and died under the arrow of the General Banner. This piano was left in my father's hands."

Two horizontal and one vertical, for scholars.Lin Yun pondered for a long time, then sighed: "Are you from the Chang family?" Chang Ming nodded, his eyes determined: "Chang, in this life, is willing to help adults realize their dreams of Qingming under the command of the Lin family."

Lin Yun smiled absent-mindedly: "Why bother me?" Chang Ming: "The ancestors of the Lin family ruled the world through literature and art. They suffered from Zijun and fell into poverty in the western region. When it came to Lingtang, they returned to Beijing to be an official, and died again in a cup of poisoned wine in Chenling."

The summer wind blew the hibiscus in disorder, and the cicadas under the pavilion were noisy.Lin Yun said lightly: "There is no need to repeat the past." Chang Ming's eyes were like a torch: "Ten years ago, my lord persuaded the emperor to hand over the film department to a Yuhua prostitute, so that one day, my dream will come true."

Generations of turmoil, treacherous and blood-stained.Chang Ming entered the Lin Mansion as an aide, and after two years of homage as a guest minister, he finally became the number one scholar in high school in Tianchang for eight years, and became an official.

When they came back to their senses, the two were sitting by the lake where they first met, and it was still Heyue.Chang Ming, dressed in a bachelor's green uniform, has presided over the New Year's Day Poetry Meeting for two years.

"The country's new policy, the hearts of the four seas, the New Year's Day poetry meeting, invite the princes and envoys of the five southern countries to join in the prosperous age..." Lin Yun read the brochure, and the silk sleeves on his body moved lightly with the wind, like flowing waves.

"When the emperor first came to power, it was reasonable to use shadow guards in order to control the government and conquer the enemy's country. Now, the world is settled, and the hatred of the country has snowed. If the king does not trust his ministers, using shadows to monitor them is not the way to treat ministers." Chang Ming said, "The New Year's Day Poetry Conference, it's time to persuade His Majesty to abolish the film department."

Lin Yun smiled: "There is no need to rush this matter. Believe it or not, Master Han's talents and learning, not to mention policy theory, can overwhelm you, a bachelor, even with poetry and prose."

Chang Ming understood, and said: "It's okay, first let Hanlin and the Academy burn the fire to fatten the land, and then plant grass." Lin Yun put away his fan and left the piano, laughed without saying a word, and made fun of it again.

Preparations for the New Year's Day Poetry Fair and National Grand Ceremony began in the middle of the year.In order to show his love for the people, the emperor issued a large order to seek talents in the world. The world called this way: small imperial examinations

Those selected in the small imperial examinations are all talents, among them there are many talented people with both ability and political integrity, but there are also gangsters who are like chickens and dogs.It can be seen that Yunmeng's national style is civilized.

This year's flourishing age is like this, the Imperial Academy and the Ministry of Rites have found a good opportunity to bypass the film department and speak to the imperial court to expand the scope of seeking talents to the Nine Realms and the five southern countries, turning the closed lake into a living water.The emperor thinks so, and it is allowed.

Unexpectedly, only one month later, Yushitai wrote a letter to impeach the academician in charge of the Imperial Academy, and the shadow guards intervened in the investigation, and dug up a red-flamed golden beast that violated the taboo of the royal family in the old academician's mansion.

It was Japan, in the Green Bamboo Hall of the Han Mansion, several Confucian scholars were discussing ritual lectures, seeking the way of Confucius and Mencius, and their voices were resounding.Han Shui half leaned on the jade couch, separated by a roll of bamboo curtains, keeping a low profile.

The cicadas kept singing, and the butler only took a few steps, his face was covered with sweat, but Han Shui was as quiet as a virgin, and his whole body was icy cold.

"My lord, the son of the old scholar has been waiting in the hall for a long time, but he still doesn't give way, for fear of getting hot." The housekeeper said with his eyebrows down.Han Shui flipped the tea lid lazily: "Then let him in."

When Housheng came, the Green Bamboo Hall was silent, Han Shui smiled and said, "Don't worry, gentlemen, it doesn't matter about your etiquette." Housheng straightened his back and snorted coldly: "Officer dog, return my father's innocence."

Han Shui: "Your father hid state artifacts privately. He is disrespectful, and his heart can be punished." The younger generation: "You can't talk nonsense!"

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps in the front hall, and the butler announced that it was the old scholar's wife in person.Madam was dressed in ink brocade, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but she spoke decently and had an orchid-like demeanor.

"Master Han, the dog is still young and doesn't know what's going on, so it's very offending." The lady saluted, "I'm stupid, please give me some advice."

On the side, Confucian scholars discuss rituals, their voices are loud and clear, and there seems to be a waterfall flowing in the hall.Madam glanced sideways, and saw the scarlet flame and golden beast placed on the hall impressively.

Han Shui said: "Literati love to talk and also love to be famous, but they can't have both at any time." Madam's eyelashes trembled slightly: "My lord, please make the decision and make the whole family famous."

Han Shui personally handed over a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Madam, don't worry, Mr. Han won't care about the old scholar's unintentional remarks."

The wife went back with her son, and the next day, Dali Temple released him.The old scholar was in tears, and when he returned home, he poured three buckets of boiling water down his throat, scalding his throat, and vowed not to say a word in this ruined world.

Later, Mr. Han heard about this passage when he held a banquet in the mansion. The guests were all students from the academy, and the house was full of laughter.

A pretty man in blue shirt joked with wine: "It's okay for the old scholar to say a few more words, why bother to see the sky." Another blue shirt laughed and said: "Don't you know that if you can't see the sky, you have to ask for an umbrella to talk about it." That's all."

The new policy rectified the national style, and there was no war for several years. Since the relocation of the mansion, Han Shui has recruited scholars and disciples widely, formulated countless poems and prose, strictly controlled the public opinion of the government and the public, and controlled the ideological trend of the world.

Since the emperor likes to listen to prosperous times, Mr. Han pushed the boat along, thinking that there was nothing wrong with it.It's just that even this little hobby has been misrepresented as - keeping a male pet.

She laughed it off: "So what about male favorites, every one of them will come to Han's house to perform their skills." Water flows to low places, and people climb to high places, it's normal in the world.Later, there were dozens of diners in the house, it was true, but there were only seven or eight sex servants added.

Among them, most of them were gifts from the emperor, and the rest were gifts from courtiers. There were only two of them, and their journeys were a bit bumpy.A former servant in the Qi Mansion, named Xiwu, originally went to the southern fiefdom with Princess Xinyang, but was driven back because of an argument with the dowry maid in the palace.The other one is Qiuban, the artist who accompanied the kite release in Cuiyouping. He is articulate and quick-witted, and is highly valued by Yuhua Pavilion.

People from all walks of life huddled together. In the Han Mansion, there were great Confucian scholars talking and laughing, and there were no white people in their contacts.Mr. Han came back from business, and there were waiters on the front and back of the saddle, so he didn't feel deserted anymore.

One night in summer, the cicadas chirping and making noise outside the window, two or three green moths fluttering around the jade candle, and broken shadows.When the butler came, Han Shui frowned: "The ink is falling." The butler bowed: "My lord, there is another one."

This butler was originally just A Rui, a handyman in the Shadow Pavilion, who lacked a muscle in everything and didn't know people.Han Shui uses this person only for peace of mind, thinking that he will always be able to use him for training/teaching in the future.

Ari wiped his sweat, honest and speechless.Han Shui: "Hei Tian came to visit, and you have bad intentions, so you just go back, I don't accept housekeepers." A Rui: "He didn't come to be a housekeeper." Han Shui smiled: "Then what else can you do, be a male favourite. ?”

A Rui's eyes lit up: "That's what he said." Han Shui froze for a moment, then flew the pen, and ink dots filled the table: "What does he look like?"

A Rui: "Although he is a dilapidated person, he is tall and straight, with bright eyes and a high nose bridge...My lord?" Before he finished speaking, Han Shui bumped A Rui away, and floated out wearing night cicada gauze.

Long corridors, bamboo lamps, walking through the courtyard, frogs jumping and insects dancing.Under the moonlight, the commoner man smiled chicly against the summer wind.

"Grassman Qi Lin, by the order of your lord, is here to serve as a handyman in the mansion, and he will take up his post today."

The author has something to say:

Accompany Han Shui to treat illnesses.