Since ancient times, the good reputation of an emperor, his reputation during his lifetime and his posthumous title after his death, which king does not value it?
But Emperor Yuanyou happened to appear. After hearing the old man's question, Liu Heng sneered several times and replied: "Father, does your son still have a good reputation?"
"Being mean and unkind, killing his brother and imprisoning his father, lustful and greedy for money..."
"The son who is greedy for money admits it. After all, the son has to feed hundreds of millions of people."
"The mean and unkind son gritted his teeth and admitted it. After all, those people are not his ministers."
"As the saying goes, if you have too many debts, you don't have to worry; if you have too many lice, you don't need to itch. It doesn't matter how many favored eunuchs you have. What my son wants is to clear the palace. How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"
"The historical pen is like a knife, and the historical pen is held in the hands of those literati."
The old man has been in the imperial court for fifty years and has been fighting with the civil servants and generals in the court all his life. He is already tired of this kind of fighting that may never stop.
He raised his eyelids, glanced at the thin but resolute face of his fourth son, and sighed: "As long as you know what's going on, if you want to move the interests of those literati, you have to have a sharp enough knife to suppress them. Just hit them with a stick. Give them a sweet date and don’t push them too hard.”
"So what if I'm in a hurry?"
Liu Heng did not agree with the Emperor's opinion. He stood up and looked at the koi swimming in the Taiye Pond, and said scornfully: "Father, you just value the so-called good reputation too much. Even if they give your son a posthumous title in the future, The slogan is severe, my son must also implement the new law, and completely eradicate the punishment of officials who cannot be punished, and the officials and gentry who cannot pay food..."
"You pouty old man, just be stubborn. Anyway, I have enjoyed you and me all my life, so I can't do anything wrong even if I die."
The old man was not willing to argue with his stubborn son, so he closed his eyes again and swayed to enjoy the coolness under the shade of the tree.
He suddenly thought about what happened after his death, and began to ramble: "Remember, your and my imperial mausoleum must be luxurious. There is no need for burial, just some pottery. But I don't care about these objects in the Dragon Head Palace. If you are used to it, put them all in the underground palace for me. And keep an eye on those literati. If the posthumous title is not good, I will crawl out and cause trouble for you..."
"Father, the things in the Dragon Head Palace have been used for so many years. How about my son replace them with new ones?"
Liu Heng felt inexplicably heartbroken. This was a good item worth millions of taels of silver. If it could be exchanged for silver...
"Gungun, you are thinking about my things again!"
The old man suddenly felt that his son was not doing a decent job, so he waved his hand to drive him away.
"Then my son will go back first..."
Liu Heng glanced in the direction of the Emperor's Palace, and the old man became even more irritable.
How did he come up with such a thing? The dignified Xia Zi was so arrogant.
"Get out of here now, I'm going to get angry just looking at you doing this!"
Liu Heng didn't care about his father's disapproval, so he took away the exquisite tea set next to him and walked out of the Dragon Head Palace.
After exiting the gate of Longshou Palace, he looked carefully: "Oh, it's still colorful, it should be worth ten thousand taels of silver..."
The old man, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly felt thirsty and touched the side...
Um?
Dai Quan then smiled bitterly and said: "Sage, the teapot and cups were all taken away by the emperor!"
After finalizing the temporary bidding method for the royal merchants to go overseas, Jia Cong leaned back and lay directly on the soft bed.
"I can't stand it anymore, I feel like my body has been hollowed out!"
Liu Hong followed suit and lay down next to Jia Cong, sighing: "I can't do it anymore. I have never worked so hard."
"I feel like I could swallow a whole roast duck!"
As soon as he talked about eating, Jia Cong's stomach began to growl. Immediately, Liu Hong was infected. The two looked at each other and nodded silently...
Not long after, the imperial dining room was robbed by Liu Hong and Jia Cong.
The accomplice also had a big cat. Two people and one cat were surrounding the burning charcoal, and the pieces of meat were sizzling with oil on the copper skewers.
The big cat's claws were eager to try, and its saliva was drooling.
"Brother Cong, are you familiar?"
"Ouch?"
"Wait, wait, you
Don't be impatient..."
Pepper, salt, spices...
Jia Cong skillfully brushed the condiments on it, and the fragrance flowed over the palace wall, making the little princes and princesses playing next door cry with greed.
Even the old man who was lying in the shade of the tree and taking a nap secretly opened his eyes and took a look in the direction of the grill.
"Snapped!"
Jia Cong knocked off the cat's claws with a slap and taught him a lesson: "Your claws are burned, so you dare to scratch anything!"
You can't even hold a sign, do you think you are a human being?
The big cat looked aggrievedly at Liu Hong happily chewing on the stick, and howled at Jia Cong. When the waiter brought the rice bowl, it finally tasted the fresh and delicious barbecue.
"This meat is more tender, just in time for the Emperor's grandfather to try..."
Food taster Liu Hong excitedly placed several skewers of roasted mutton and venison on delicate porcelain plates and brought them to the shade of the tree.
BBQ with fruit wine, in one word - great!
After taking a bite, the Emperor, who was so angry with his stubborn son that his brain hurt, finally got into a good mood and praised: "Yes, the little fat guy has no other skills. This meat is well grilled."
Jia Cong took a bunch of chicken wings and ate them happily. When he heard the old man's praise, he hit the snake and stuck it on the stick. He grinned and said: "I also plan to open a shop in the capital to sell barbecue. When the time comes, I will ask the sage to patronize it." Have a taste."
"Oh? Then I really want to go and take a look..."
Jia Cong finished chewing the chicken wings in his hands and rubbed his hands with a smile: "This is a must-have gift for the opening of a new store. The saint's calligraphy is unique in Daxia, and the plaque on this restaurant..."
The old man banged the little fat man on the head: "You monkey head, you are very smart."
The little fat man immediately flattered him: "That's not true. After all, I was taught by you..."
The flattery didn't hit the horse's hooves, and the old man was in a good mood.
"well said……"
He stared at the grilled chicken wings that Jia Cong picked up again, feeling that the venison in his hands was no longer fragrant: "I think these chicken wings look good, let's have a skewer."
If I don’t pack my meal, I always feel like it’s missing a bit of a sense of ritual.
After feeding his stomach, Jia Cong wandered to the imperial kitchen again. Amid the tearless expressions of the palace people, he carried several boxes of various kinds of fresh meat and precious spices and left the palace with his stomach in his arms.
"Take it, I will reward you."
After appreciating the servants who carried the food boxes, Jia Cong took a carriage back to Rongguo Mansion leisurely.
It was still dark at this time, so someone brought in the grill that had been built earlier. Once the charcoal fire was burning, the greedy Xichun was lying on the table with the little orange cat in his arms, drooling.
"Third brother, when will this meat be ready? Look, my little orange is drooling!"
Daiyu rubbed Xichun's head and said with crooked eyebrows, "I think you are the greedy little cat. Your saliva is all over the table."
Xichun immediately took out a handkerchief and wiped it, raising her little face: "No, no, I'm not a greedy cat. But the meat grilled by Third Brother is so delicious. Last time at the racecourse, the children were so greedy that they cried." c
Her little snout moved, and she felt like her soul was drifting towards the grill.
"alright!"
Jia Cong skillfully put the roasted meat on the porcelain plate, handed it to Yingchun and said, "Give it to the old lady first and eat it while it's hot. It won't be easy to melt when it's cold."
The remaining two skewers from the first batch were placed on the plate in front of Xichun. After washing his hands, Xichun finally took a bite of the delicious roast venison.
As the lanterns started to go up, the courtyard of Rongxi Hall was filled with the masters of Ning and Rong, including the mother and daughter of the Xue family who lived in Rongguo Mansion.
Barbecued meat with stuffed fruit, the barbecue feast finally ended happily after draining Jia Cong.
The full moon was in the sky, and everyone was discussing tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival. A few girls also talked about the story of Chang'e flying to the moon, and said a few poems from time to time.
The old lady liked liveliness, and now she was surrounded by grandchildren. Listening to the children's play, she felt ten years younger.
With two more little raccoon slaves in the house, the courtyard feels a little more lively. Daiyu's Shuang'er was more active, chasing after Jia Cong's hand.
A simple cat-catching stick to play with.
Xichun's Xiaoju was more perfunctory. After taking two steps forward, she touched Xichun and lay in her arms stretching.
Baoyu had a quick mind and wrote two poems about cats. Not to mention how good it is, but it definitely has a place among peers.
Mrs. Xue and the old lady were chatting at home, but suddenly the conversation changed and she asked: "Old lady, I heard someone said a few days ago that you were looking at Baoyu. Have you found a good candidate?"
Hearing this, the old lady smiled bitterly and said, "Originally, I planned to take advantage of my mother-in-law's happiness to become a concubine and arrange a marriage for Baoyu. But... alas, it's not easy!"
"Baoyu is a valuable person, and many people ask about him from me."
Mrs. Xue complimented and said: "The old lady has raised Brother Bao like a treasure. If you ask me, he is worthy of a princess and princess. Don't be impatient. My brother is still young. He needs to look at each other carefully. You must be careful." Find a suitable one..."
"Brother Bao, what about you..."
Jia Cong nudged Baoyu, winked at him, and joked: "Brother Bao, you are going to get a wife!"
"Ah, Brother Bao wants to marry a wife? Is it Sister Yun?"
Xichun, who was having fun at the side, didn't even want the cat anymore. He poked his head forward and asked doubtfully: "Is Brother Bao going to marry Sister Yun as his wife? Then can I get wedding candies and cakes?" "
Children's words are unbridled, but there are traces to follow.
After the marriage was granted in the palace, the two houses no longer gossiped about Baoyu and Daiyu, but Baoyu and Xiangyun continued to spread rumors for a while.
It was not until Jia Jing and Jia She joined forces to rectify the two houses of Ning and Rong that things calmed down a lot.
But this kind of gossiping is forbidden, and Xiangyun does have unusual feelings for Baoyu. He has been calling him "Brother Love" for so many years, and even if he is not "Brother Love", he is regarded as Brother Love.
Xichun spoke in a loud voice, which was clearly heard by everyone in the yard. The old lady was not angry because of it, but instead let out a long and cryptic sigh. Mrs. .
The girls did not take this episode seriously, but instead made fun of Xiangyun who blushed.
Only Jia Cong carefully observed the expressions of Xiangyun and Baoyu. Although Xiangyun concealed them well, he could still see the confusion and anxiety in them.
Baoyu was confused. Apart from being a little shy, he just thought the sisters were making fun of him. After a short period of shyness, he happily started playing along again.
When they are tired and noisy enough, the crowd disperses.
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