Chapter 150 Heaven and Earth (Six)

Beijing, Beijing, Bingzhan Hutong, green tiles, flying eaves, red walls, mountain gates, and three large characters Xingran on the plaque inlaid with gold and wood: "Xianliang Temple", or written by Emperor Yongzheng, or written by Emperor Qianlong.

Xianliang Temple was originally located in Shuaifu Hutong outside Dong'anmen. It was built in the 12th year of Yongzheng (1734). The temple was originally the residence of Yongzheng's younger brother Prince Yi. After Prince Yi's death, it was rebuilt into a Buddhist temple. In the 12th year of Qianlong (1747), Xianliang Temple was moved to Bingzhan Hutong and has been preserved to this day.

At around 3:00 p.m. on September 15, military and police were everywhere inside and outside the temple, as if they were facing a great enemy. At 3:00 a.m., five very ordinary Western chaises arrived in the escort of a small team of mount police officers.

The leader and the rear of the palace jumped out of four bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses. The coachman quickly put down the ladder for the three cars in the middle. A couple of couples in their thirties and forties and extraordinary demeanor walked out of the second carriage. Then a young woman with a baby in her arms in the third carriage. Finally, the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing a pair of huge black-framed glasses. The four adults were in a foreign black-style black clothes, and the baby was wrapped in a white swaddle-bag-like swaddle--it was sleeping in the arms of his mother like a pig.

The old abbot with white beard came up peacefully, clasped his hands together and said, "I haven't been long since I've been there, please come here for several donors."

The middle-aged husband and wife also clasped their hands with the man with glasses and said, "It's time for the abbot."

The young woman holding the child was inconvenient to reply to the gift, so she just bent slightly.

After passing through the hall, several people had no intention of staying in front of the Buddha's golden body, nor could they listen to the Lunyin of the monks singing the scriptures. The Sutra Library had nothing to do with them. The East and West Towers had no meaning to them. They had heavy steps and had their own thoughts. They could not compare with the old monk's transcendence walking in the clouds.

The old abbot stopped in a solemn yard of Songbai: "Several donors, this is here, please give yourself a favor."

I saw a tomb protruding from the side of the yard against the wall of the glazed temple. It was covered with green grass, with pine and cypress on the left. It was surrounded by a circle of white marble walls that were half a person high. A stone tablet that was tall by one person high was erected on the front, with the letter: Zhide Gongwen Yizhi's Tomb.

However, a man had already stood in front of the tomb. Judging from the incense burned halfway in front of the tomb, he seemed to have stopped for a long time.

Hearing the old abbot's words, the man turned around and the new people hurriedly bowed according to the rules of the emperor - the man knelt on one knee, and the woman bowed and bowed.

"See the Emperor, long live my emperor."

In the presence of outsiders, even the core senior executives within the group must perform their rituals according to the routine, which concerns the national dignity and no one can be careless.

The ones who arrived early were naturally Emperor Liu Yun, and the middle-aged husbands and wives who arrived later were Prime Minister Zhang Zhigao and Minister of Culture and Education Russellan. The man in glasses was Foreign Minister Mo Ning. The young woman holding a child was originally a maid from the Wen Yi family. Although she failed to obtain the title of wife before Wen Yi's death, she was named Duchess after giving birth to Wen Yi's posthumous son. Wen Punan, the child in her arms, was able to inherit the position of Duke.

"Come here and burn incense." Liu Yun gave up his seat in front of the tomb.

Zhang Zhigao, Russolan and Mo Ning took incense sticks from the hands of the little monk beside him, inserted them into the incense burner in front of the monument, and then folded their hands together, knelt in front of the tomb, closed their eyes and prayed for blessings.

When it was Xiaoye and his son's turn, Xiaoye naturally burst into tears. The child in his arms was probably smoky by incense and suddenly burst into tears.

"Child... don't cry, come and see your father..."

Xiao Ye choked and staggered in front of the tomb of the child's father. Yes, the child's father, not the real husband, because until the time of the death of that person, her identity was still just a maid. Wasn't she very satisfied at that time? But at this time, that fact became a sad peak, crushing all the dikes, rushing and flooding the young and beautiful face in the form of tears. There is nothing to stop, no excuses, no need for later compensation - it is impossible not to think of it, it is actually just a humiliating and clichéd story of the maid and the illegitimate child who was being played with, plus a disgusting ending of the death's pursuit of benefits.

It seemed that Russell Lan, who was also a woman, couldn't help but cry. She respected the teacher, but could not dissatisfied with the poor woman who had lost her dignity in a sense.

But men carefully exchanged their eyes, guessed or tested, and carefully covered their emotions. At this moment, everyone has feelings they want to express and small attempts to take advantage of the issue.

It is not a solution to keep that sad woman crying endlessly. Perhaps out of the same idea, Liu Yun and Zhang Zhigao stepped forward at the same time to help Xiao Ye and his son up.

"Sulan, you can send the Duchess home first."

At this time, only Russellan can bear the troublesome task that requires great tenderness and patience.

Drive away the women - to be precise, sending away the women, the atmosphere finally became suitable for conversations between men.

"This Xianliang Temple, I remember that in our time and space history, was once the desperate place for the famous minister of the same light, Li Hongzhang." Liu Yun suddenly sighed.

Zhang Zhigao nodded: "I remember which book says that the person who lived there after the Sino-Japanese War of 1894 was specifically in the West Clan Courtyard on the right side of the temple. The old Beijinger said: 'I would rather live in front of the temple than behind the temple; I would rather live in the left side of the temple than on the right side of the temple.' He lived on the right side of the temple, and indeed he had a big furnish. On the day of his death, he was entangled by the minister of the country e, repeatedly threatened and oppressed, and finally vomited blood and died..."

"Maybe, he died happily in our hands." Mo Ning didn't seem to be joking.

"You guys, why did Wen Yi choose this place as his century-old land?" Liu Yun put his hands behind his back, his expression a little melancholy.

Zhang Zhigao and Mo Ning looked at each other and chose to shake their heads at the same time.

"He must have a special relationship with the history in which Li Hongzhang and Li Hongzhang participated."

Liu Yun raised his eyes to the sky. The sky was gray and yellow, and the clouds were gone. Several birds flew past from time to time. The autumn wind was cold and the sun was hazy, and the glazed tiles on the top of the temple wall were also dull.

"Teacher Wen said that people always have limits. Li Hongzhang has reached the limits he can achieve in his historical position. It is unkind and meaningless to use the standards of modern people to demand the ancients." Zhang Zhigao was surprised that he could recite what Wen Yi said fifteen years ago without missing a word.

"Yes, limit, where is our limit? In another hundred years, how will our descendants evaluate us? What will he say if Wen Yi is still there? How will I debate with him? What conclusions will we get? Do you know what Wen Yi means to me? Do you know?" Liu Yun grabbed his fist and was emotionally excited. He now needs to vent his feelings purely than to develop a topic.

"We feel the same way as you," Mo Ning said.

"We have lost the most dependable teacher." Zhang Zhigao emphasized.

Liu Yun nodded nervously: "I know, you are like me, without an irreplaceable pillar, and some places are shaking. This is not good. I also know that you have something to say to me. If you hold it in for a long time, you will definitely feel uncomfortable. How about it, sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Although Zhang and Mo were a little nervous, they were all left to nod.

"There are so many people in the temple, so they are not a place to talk. Come to the palace."

As soon as the emperor opened his golden mouth, the three of them hurriedly donated cash and silk to the temple and then drove west, but did not enter the imperial city from Guang'anmen. They followed more than ten carriages and cars, and hundreds of police officers turned southwards and walked around from the front of the ** and drove straight to Xinhua Gate in the South China Sea.

Xinhua Gate was originally the Baoyue Tower built during the Qianlong period. It was two floors above and below, with a width of seven rooms, and three rooms in the middle of the lower floor were door holes. The rolled shed was resting on the top of the mountain, and the green edges were cut yellow glazed tiles. After the capital was in chaos, the royal family changed the building into a door in May of that year, built a screen wall inside the door, and demolished the mosque outside the door, and placed a pair of newly made 10,000-jin large stone lions.

"Have the emperor ever considered writing 'Serve the people' on that screen wall?" Zhang Zhigao saw the screen wall swaying by with a spoof.

In their time and space, the five big words "Serve the People" written by 'Mao's Zedong should be restored and stayed there intact.

After entering the door, the convoy drove along the east coast to Fengze Garden, located north of the South China Sea, and stopped in front of the Yinian Hall, the main building in the park.

Fengze Garden was built during the Kangxi period and was originally a place to raise silkworms. During the Yongzheng period, the emperor performed the ceremony before holding the personal farming ceremony. Before the Guangxu ascended the throne, the Yi Nian Hall was originally named Dunxu Hall. In another time and space, it was also called Yi Nian Hall. It was a meeting place for the senior management of the State Council in that time and space - at this time it was just a larger hall of the royal garden.

The emperor had no intention of staying here. The three of them got out of the car and changed into sedan chairs, walked around the Yi Nian Hall and headed west into a unique pavilion by the lake.

"The pavilion of "Lotus Wind and Hui" is indeed as famous as its scenery." Zhang Zhigao sighed at the plaque on the pavilion.

It was the first time that Zhang and Mo entered Fengze Garden. If Liu Yun had not been the emperor, they would have never had the chance to see the style of this royal forbidden garden in their lives.

Looking south from the Lotus Wind and Dew Pavilion, a long stone bridge connects the north shore of the South China Sea and Yingtai at the center of the lake. I saw the pavilions and halls on the island, with red walls and glazed tiles hidden in the shade of green willows and locust trees. The lake water is shaking with the wind, but the lotus leaves along the coast have gradually withered, which is slightly deficient.

"If you want to come here to see the scenery and drink tea in the future, you can tell me anytime." Liu Yun smiled very much.

No comrade would not believe Liu Yun’s promise. He never promised easily, but promises were fulfilled, and all the small favors could make him perform boldly and naturally.

"After retirement, can I go fishing here every day?" Zhang Zhigao became more and more arrogant.

Liu Yun smiled and said, "Welcome, I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you at that time - I'm busy creating the rebellion of the King of Hell."

"How can we scholars who are powerless to compete with special forces? I have been dizzy and anemia recently. It seems that I have only been working for another two or three years, so I started to consider retirement fishing."

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Mo Ning trembled slightly, and then he pushed his glasses in a concealed manner - almost using his entire palm to push.

"By the way, there is Yingtai. I think if it weren't for our appearance, Changlehou should have been locked up now. He would be fiddling with clocks day and night, and wait for the day to be humiliated by Cixi's old witch." Zhang Zhigao pointed to Yingtai, with a lot of emotion in his tone.
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