When Feng Yicheng entered the palace, it was almost dusk.
At that time, outside Qingning Hall, a row of guards were beating him.
"Bang!"
A punch to the forehead.
The force was so severe that his body shook and he almost fell down.
What mistake did they make, and the emperor wanted to punish them like this?
Feng Yicheng thought while waiting for the emperor's summons.
Without waiting too long, Pei Muyang came to send a message: "Mr. Feng, the emperor wants you to come in."
Feng Yicheng thanked him and entered the palace.
He was dressed in coarse cloth robes, which was incompatible with the splendid palace.
He Ying also noticed this, frowned and said: "You are also the son of a noble family, how can you be dressed like this?"
Feng Yicheng knelt down and saluted, and replied with a smile: "You don't understand this. I have traveled around the world and observed the sentiments of the people. If you are dressed luxuriously, then those who come are all followers of the crowd, and you cannot see people's sincerity. If you are dressed poor,
On the contrary, it is easy to see the true feelings in times of need.”
He Ying was not interested in this and waved his hand: "Get up."
He gave him a seat.
The two of them played chess against each other.
He Ying holds the white piece, white is the color of honor, and the noble one goes first.
Feng Yicheng held the sunspot and followed closely behind.
The two of them killed for a quarter of an hour first.
The situation is evenly divided, with no distinction between superior and inferior.
At this time, He Ying got down to business: "You participated in the trial of the Fuzhou rape case, so you should know the plight of the women who were victimized. Now that one year has passed, you go and review the subsequent impact. I broadcast three episodes from my private bank
You can allocate the thousand taels of gold on your own. In addition, if there are rumors that persecute them, trace them to their origins and severely punish them. In short, we must ensure that they are happy and worry-free for the rest of their lives."
Feng Yicheng did not expect that the emperor would summon him. He was shocked and quickly guessed the reason: "Because what did the imperial concubine say?"
"You are a smart man."
He Ying glanced at him and didn't refute, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"The Emperor is merciful."
Feng Yicheng stood up and knelt down, but his next sentence was: "The prince's concubine...is not a good match."
In the past, he could not say many things because of Sang Yan's presence, but now he said it quickly: "Four years ago, when Jiang Zhuozhi and Sang Yan were engaged, the grassroots persuaded them. They also invited Wan Jianzheng from Qin Tian Jian.
Considering their marriage, it was a disaster. However, he did not listen to advice and insisted on going his own way, and ended up dying young. Your Majesty, the precedent is clear, I hope you will think twice before acting."
"You compare me with him?"
He Ying frowned and was very unhappy: "I am the emperor. I must be blessed by God. Feng Yicheng, you should be careful what you say and don't do it again."
Feng Yicheng lowered his head and said nothing.
He Ying asked him to get up.
Feng Yicheng still lowered his head and remained silent, as if he would not be able to kneel for a long time.
He Ying instantly lost interest in playing chess.
He threw the chess pieces back into the chess box and said angrily: "I thought you were different from those stubborn and pedantic old masters. It turns out that you are also a conservative person."
After hearing this, Feng Yicheng sighed: "The emperor is a prosperous and wise king, and Dahe cannot afford this risk."
"...Get up."
He Ying also sighed, and his expression became serious: "I know your worries. She is the only person I recognize at a glance. I can't let her go."
Feng Yicheng disagreed: "The emperor has a harem of three thousand, how can he not be able to let a little girl go?"
He Ying paused for a while and corrected: "It should be said... I don't want to let her go either."
Feng Yicheng: "..."
This is difficult to do.
The biggest fear is that those who are infatuated with love will eventually die because of love.
"I am the emperor and have nothing to fear."
He Ying's eyes were bright and his words were domineering.
When Feng Yicheng saw this, he didn't know what to say.
Just at this moment, Pei Muyang walked in, saluted, and whispered: "Your Majesty, no one has fainted."
He Ying frowned and felt a little embarrassed.
After much thought, he couldn't answer Sang Yan's question, so he asked the guards to punch themselves for verification. Now it seems that their efforts are in vain.
Suddenly, the person kneeling in front of him caught his attention.
"Feng Yicheng, you are rich in knowledge, have traveled all over the world, and have extensive knowledge. May I ask you a question?"
snort.
He has already praised me so much. If he can't answer it, I think he's embarrassed.
Feng Yicheng didn't know what was going on, so he respectfully said: "Your Majesty, may I ask."
He Ying coughed twice, cleared his throat, and asked: "That's right. If you punch yourself unconscious, does that mean you are strong or weak?"
Feng Yicheng: "..."
What kind of strange question is this?
He was also in trouble: "Why would the emperor ask this?"
He Ying said: "I suddenly thought of it. What do you have in mind?"
Feng Yicheng thought for a long time and replied: "I can't speak highly of you. I just think this question... is very tricky."
"Let's talk about it."
"If I knock myself out with a punch, assuming I am strong, then my being strong is inconsistent with being knocked out. Suppose I am weak, then being weak is inconsistent with punching myself out.
This is a tricky question, so here it is. No matter which answer it is, it is contradictory."
"Not bad. Go on."
"To solve this contradiction, we must break out of this logical circle."
"How to jump out?"
"Your Majesty, this is just a word game. Knocking yourself out with one punch may have nothing to do with physical strength. If you think about it this way, this if is not true."
"...it makes sense."
He Ying raised his hand and asked him to get up.
After Feng Yi got up, he returned to his original seat and looked at the chessboard again. Unconsciously, he was already at a disadvantage.
"It's your turn."
"yes."
He had distracting thoughts in his mind and made a mistake again and again.
He Yingsheng was in a better mood and changed the topic: "After the incident in Fuzhou, you can join the court as an official. I need you."
When Feng Yicheng heard this, his expression was gloomy, and he declined politely: "There are no friends in the court, and it is boring to think about it. Your Majesty, the common people still prefer the life outside the court."
He Ying thought of his confidant Jiang Zhuozhi, with a stern look on his face: "Feng Yicheng, Jiang Ling has been dead for four years. If you can't come out, I will send you to see him."
He hated that they were all thinking about a dead man.
Sangyan is like this.
I didn't expect him to be like this.
"Your Majesty, calm down."
After all, Feng Yicheng had not reached the point where he would die for his confidant, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.
He Ying didn't like to use force to suppress others. Seeing that he was interested, he said sincerely: "Beiqi is about to make a move. I may soon be the leader of the expedition. Those people in the court are very narrow-minded, and you will have to restrain me when the time comes."
After Feng Yicheng heard this, he calmed down and persuaded: "Beiqi is in civil strife. The seven sons are fighting for their legitimate rights and killing each other. There is nothing to fear. There are many powerful generals in the court, why does the emperor need to personally conquer them?"
He Ying waved his hand and smiled: "I have made up my mind. Please step back."
Feng Yicheng: "..."
He could not persuade the emperor.
Even his father could not persuade the late emperor.
The He family are all paranoid people.
He left the palace in a sad mood.
It's getting dark.
The night sky is sparse with a few stars.
Under the leadership of the eunuch, he walked towards the outside of the palace.
On the way, he met a drunk Wan Zhang.
Wan Zhang's hair was disheveled, swaying like a lonely ghost.
When the patrolling guards saw him, they looked disgusted and stayed away.
Feng Yicheng was different. He stepped forward with a smile and bowed, "Wan Jianzheng, long time no see."
Wan Zhang was so drunk that he couldn't recognize the person, so he had to hold the person's face and look closer: "Feng, Feng - what's your kid's name?"
"I'm Feng Yicheng."
"oh……"
Wan Zhang patted his head, remembered it, and smiled: "You once came to me to calculate your fate."
He smiled and shed tears again: "Since ancient times, Wenwen Township has been the Tomb of Heroes. Alas, it is a tragedy and a fate."
Feng Yicheng's eyes turned red when he thought of Jiang Zhuozhi's death, but he couldn't bear the pain, so he forced a smile and said, "Trouble Wan Jian Zheng, please help me figure out a good match for me."