When the lanterns come on, the lights are bright. Such a bustling night scene is rare to see in other cities. It seems to have a bit of a "city that never sleeps"
Chen Jianchen and Yingning found an inn to stay in, preparing to report to the Imperial College tomorrow.
Tonight, I can take advantage of my free time to walk around the capital and taste special snacks, which is also a kind of relaxation.
At present, the country's fortunes are declining and troubles are everywhere. I don't know what Emperor Zhengming is thinking. He just sends an order and orders the black-shirted guards to suppress them violently and behead them all the way. It is a tragic scene with rivers of blood.
Wherever there is repression, there is resistance. It is said that people in several state capitals have risen up and revolted on a large scale.
In a word, everything is a mess anyway.
The current situation was chaotic, and Chen Jianchen couldn't help but worry about his mother, Lu Xiyue, and Abao who stayed in Jiangzhou. Sometimes he thought about the current situation, even if he went to the Imperial College, he would not be very comfortable after he came out. Troubled times are coming more than expected.
The epidemic is earlier and more violent. It is unrealistic to expect that one can turn the tide by becoming an official.
Under the monarchy system, the root cause often lies with the emperor alone.
If the emperor is ignorant, most of the results will be changes in the court. This is the general trend.
The moon is at its zenith, approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is somewhat round, hanging coldly in the sky, like a huge eye overlooking the earth.
After walking a few streets, Chen Jianchen and Yingning chose to stop at a restaurant on the street to order some side dishes and drinks.
At present, the capital city is empty, the defenders are very weak, and their blood is thin. Ying Ning, as a demon, comes and goes without much impact.
The restaurant was very lively. The lanterns were raised high and the light was as bright as day. The guests were drinking and chatting happily, which was like "business women who don't know the hatred of losing their country, but still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river".
I found a table facing the street, ordered a few side dishes and a jug of good wine, and sat across from Ying Ning, eating, drinking, and chatting.
After about an hour of burning incense, another person swarmed up. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and accompanied by servants. They were not afraid of the cold in autumn. They held golden fans in their hands, opening them and shaking them lightly from time to time, showing their graceful demeanor.
It was a young man who was surrounded by several beautiful women, teasing and laughing all the way.
While looking around, the leader saw Chen Jianchen sitting in front of the window, his eyes lit up, he immediately came over and said with a smile: "Oh my, my, isn't this Liu Xian?"
However, Chen Jianchen had already recognized him, and it could be said that he was an "acquaintance". He was Zheng Shuliang, the grandson of Zheng Guogong. They had had an affair with each other at Kaitai Academy, but unexpectedly they met in the capital before they entered the Imperial College.
"It turns out to be Mr. Zheng. I haven't seen him for a long time, but he still looks good."
Chen Jianchen stood up and slightly cupped his hands as a courtesy.
Zheng Shuliang's face darkened, he glanced at Yingning again, and snorted coldly: "Chen Liuxian, when you arrived in the capital, you did not report to the Imperial College as soon as possible, but instead wandered around. This is a great disrespect to the academy, and it is really a waste of time to study the books of sages."
Chen Jianchen said: "Well, Mr. Zheng is familiar with the books of sages, and he must have the talent to help the world. When the world is in trouble, why do you come to drink and have fun?"
Hearing this, Zheng Shuliang's companions immediately changed their expressions angrily and nodded:
"Who are you? How dare you speak out!"
"You are so bold, you dare to attack me in the capital..."
"Shu Liang, as long as you say a word, I will immediately ask my servant to teach this guy a lesson."
Zheng Shuliang waved his hand and sneered: "It doesn't matter, he is a classmate of mine in the Imperial College. We will have many opportunities to communicate in the future, let's go."
He led everyone to the side room.
Yingning said angrily: "These young masters are so arrogant that they deserve to be beaten."
Chen Jianchen said coldly: "There is no need to pay attention to the dead bones in the grave."
The "Character Law" swept across the world, which undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the already declining literary style. Most of the scholars who dared to express their thoughts directly were arrested and killed, leaving only some insipid voices to whitewash the peace.
From a high position, looking at the bustling landscape below, I sighed in my heart: How long can such prosperity last?
Under the same bright moon, two monks met head-on on the streets with endless traffic.
One is wearing a bright red cassock, full of heaven, with three long beards, and his hands are free; the other is wearing a white monk's robe, as white as snow, with a handsome face and a very young appearance. As long as he smiles at the corner of his mouth, he can charm many women.
pilgrim.
Behind the monk in white robes, there is also a young man dressed in green clothes. Although she is dressed in men's clothing, her eyebrows are charming, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is a woman.
Master Ksitigarbha looked at Monk Mingxiao, suddenly put his hands together and said: "Anita Buddha, what is the name of this master?"
"The Poor Monk Jinshan Temple dawns."
"It turns out to be Master Mingxiao. I wonder why Master is here?"
Monk Mingxiao's eyebrows remained calm: "Why did Master Ksitigarbha come, and so did the poor monk."
Master Ksitigarbha said with a kind face: "The Buddhist schools all over the world come from the same origin. Why is Master so persistent?"
Monk Mingxiao was unmoved: "An old saying goes, 'When oranges grow in Huainan, they become tangerines; when they grow in the north of Huaihe, they become oranges. This happens at one time and the other time."
Master Ksitigarbha’s beard is waving: “Master has forgotten his sect after countless scriptures, how can he have a Buddha in his heart?”
Monk Mingxiao put his hands together and said: "The heart of the poor monk is here, and the Buddha is also here."
They spoke in a Zen-like manner, and people passing by were curious, but they couldn't get closer at all. When they got a little closer, they were pushed away by a soft and strong force, and they were shocked in their hearts.
Master Ksitigarbha said solemnly: "But I, the Buddha, said that if I don't go to hell, who will?"
When he said this, his tongue bloomed like a lotus flower, and there was a faint golden image rising into the sky, like a mountain, pressing down on the monk Mingxiao.
Monk Mingxiao said nothing, and clasped his hands slightly, his own strength emerged, wrapping the invisible golden body and turning it into nothingness.
The woman in green clothes behind her looked so pale that she almost couldn't help but reveal part of her tail.
Master Ksitigarbha laughed loudly: "Master, you are good at what you do. Why don't you go outside the city and talk about Sutras and Zen? Otherwise, you won't see the real Buddha."
Monk Mingxiao said: "Sure, please!"
"please."
The two of them walked in tandem, waving their sleeves and robes, and ordinary people could only feel that there was a figure flashing before their eyes, but when they saw it for real, they disappeared without a trace, so they could only think it was because they were dazzled.
Deep in the Forbidden City, there is the Hall of Nourishing Heart.
At this moment, there was a green lantern in the hall, which was shining brightly; outside the hall, He Jie loudly reported the fortune-telling results of Master Ksitigarbha, and put them aside without daring to say anything.
After a moment, Emperor Zhengming's voice came from the palace: "I already know, please go back to your home."
"Old minister, I retire. Long live your Majesty."
After He Jie knelt down and worshiped, he quickly withdrew. Since the beginning of the year, the Holy Master had been obsessed with the art of Zen practice and began to worship the Buddha. Not only did he spend a lot of manpower and material resources to obtain Buddhist scriptures and pray to the Buddha from India, but he also began to practice it himself.
Even so, Emperor Zhengming's control over the government is still very stable. There is no doubt that he can issue political orders as soon as he opens his mouth. Even though He Jie is now inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, he is still in awe of the emperor and dare not
He has different intentions. Does he know that as of today, one hundred and thirty-eight ministers have been imprisoned in the sky prison.
He Jie never wants to be the 139th. [To be continued