Raindrops were falling outside the window, and the rain was the same color as the night. The damp chill was separated by the walls of the Qianqing Palace. Rows of candles were bright inside the palace. His Majesty the Emperor was leaning next to the desk, with a thick coat draped over his shoulders. Wearing a black fur coat, he was correcting the papers that the Northeast had just sent to the imperial city.
Tang Cheng came quietly with silent steps and said: "Your Majesty, the matter in Shandong is over."
He hurried to Shandong to kill people. After killing the people, he returned to the capital without stopping. This old man didn't sleep for three days and three nights, but he was still full of energy.
This seemingly quiet eunuch has as much blood debt on his hands as the notorious Ji Gang. Accompanying an emperor is like accompanying a tiger. The reason why Tang Cheng can always be by the emperor's side must have the same unique ability.
The emperor has three swords, one sword is in the light and two swords are hidden in the shadows.
On the surface, the sword is named Jinyiwei, the eagle dog of the imperial court. It seems to be flamboyant, but in fact it is the dullest sword among the "Emperor's Three Swords".
The second sword, named Shadow Attendant, is commanded by the mysterious man who is crowned king in the shadows. Just like the name Shadow Attendant, they are the shadow of the emperor. Only a few people know about the existence of Shadow Attendant, but they are just one palm away. number.
The third knife is named Tang Cheng.
Zhu Di asked calmly: "Has it been dealt with completely?"
Tang Cheng lowered his head and said: "Except for His Majesty and the King of Han, no one knows about this matter, including the eunuchs who took action. I have already solved it myself."
He could solve everything by himself. The reason why he took those eunuchs to the Han Palace was because he wanted these eunuchs to kill Zhu Zhanqi for him.
With the blood of the royal family on your hands, death is not far away.
Although Tang Cheng could not kill Zhu Zhanqi himself, he could silence him himself.
"No, besides me and the King of Han, there is another person who knows about this." Zhu Di pointed at Tang Cheng leisurely.
"you!"
Tang Cheng looked calm: "I am not a living person. I am just an old dog kept by Your Majesty's side and a murder knife."
He knew his identity well. From a humble eunuch in Prince Yan's palace to the current eunuch of the Imperial Palace, all of this was given to him by the emperor.
If the emperor wanted him to live, he would live; if he wanted him to die, he would die.
Zhu Di couldn't help but chuckle, very satisfied with Tang Cheng's answer.
What he needs is an obedient old dog. If this old dog has its own ideas one day, Zhu Di doesn't mind changing to another dog to keep by his side.
"I announced the audience with King Qi, and it's almost time. You can go outside to pick him up."
Zhu Di waved his hand, Tang Cheng bowed and left quietly.
…
Late at night, boy, white paper umbrella.
Amidst the sound of rain, Zhu Gaojie walked to the front of the palace holding an umbrella. He saw the thin and silent Tang Cheng on the steps, and said a friendly hello: "Uncle Tang."
Tang Cheng's eyes lightened slightly, and his heart was slightly touched.
Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, only Prince Qi would call him "Uncle Tang". Tang Cheng was sold by his parents as an eunuch in his early years, and he has been working as a servant in Prince Yan's Mansion for the next thirty years. By the time he became powerful and became the eunuch of the palace, things had changed when he returned to his hometown, and everything in his family had changed. Everyone is dead.
However, the only remaining member of the family, Tang Cheng, was an eunuch, so this family was considered unique.
He is not interested in money or profit. He lives in this world like a zombie with no relatives or friends. He just waits for everything to follow him and turn into dust after death.
And every time King Qi shouted "Uncle Tang", Tang Cheng would be moved.
But Tang Cheng's face would not show any emotion, and his expression was calm: "Your Majesty asked me to pick you up, come and see you."
Zhu Gaojie put away the white paper umbrella, handed it to Tang Cheng, and said cheerfully: "The old man really has enough time. What else can I take in these two steps? This Qianqing Palace is my home. I have to go back to my home." Is anyone going to pick it up?"
The corners of Tang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't say these words in front of me."
This King Qi really doesn't treat him as an outsider, so he should be more restrained.
"What's the point? Uncle Tang is not an outsider." Zhu Gaojie said with a smile, "I will also support you in your old age in the future."
"Retirement care?" Tang Cheng couldn't help but laugh, "I've never thought about this myself."
He had never thought about how he would live after he retired from this position, or rather, he did not dare to think about it.
He was a loner, without a father, a mother, and no children. Even if he walked out of the palace one day, he would be nothing more than an old bone half buried in the soil. He would live alone in this world, like a lonely ghost.
For him, the best fate is to die in the palace.
Zhu Gaojie looked at Tang Cheng seriously: "I'm not joking, I'm serious. I will support you in your old age and keep my word."
Tang Cheng paused slightly, pretending not to hear what King Qi said: "Your Majesty is waiting for you, go quickly. You also know that man's moody temper. If he gets impatient, you and I will suffer." .”
Zhu Gaojie nodded and walked straight into the hall.
Tang Cheng stood in front of the door, like an old cold pine tree, with his hands clasped together and looking at King Qi's back with calm eyes.
After thinking for a long time, a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, like an iceberg slowly melting.
"What a characterful kid."
He has always enjoyed the short time he spent with King Qi. Although this time will not last long, it can make him feel some comfort in his long-lonely heart, as well as what he longs for most...family affection.
very nice.
…
Zhu Gaojie walked into the main hall, and when he saw Zhu Di leaning on the desk correcting papers, he walked over in a carefree manner: "You are still not resting at this late hour. The dragon body is important."
Zhu Di glanced at it and scolded with a smile: "You little brat are getting more and more unruly. Why don't you even show respect to the saint?"
Zhu Gaojie said innocently: "When I came back from the war in Jianzhou, you told me personally, 'King Qi will not be polite in front of me from now on.' Now you just turned around and forgot it again?"
Zhu Di was a little confused: "Did I say that?"
Zhu Gaojiu was all numb: "Okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is. The emperor didn't say it, so it's okay."
He is so stupid. Why should he reason with Zhu Di when he has nothing to do? Is the old man the one who can reason!
Zhu Di said in a deep voice: "Speak louder, I can't hear you."
Zhu Gaojie raised his voice: "The emperor didn't say anything! It's me who is talking nonsense!"
Zhu Di pretended to be displeased: "Slap your mouth!"
When he heard that he was being slapped for being loud, Zhu Gaojie was not happy: "You are always having fun, why are you still having fun?"
Zhu Di: "...Little Bi Zai, I think you are really in a mood."
His current attitude towards King Qi can only be described in one word.
——"Pamper"
He felt that he owed King Qi a lot, and now he wanted to make up for it, so he doted on King Qi more and more, and became more tolerant of his youngest son.
Zhu Di rubbed his eyebrows and said tiredly: "I can't sleep these two days. As soon as I close my eyes, it's your grandpa who comes to me. The sage said, I examine myself three times a day. According to the sage's words, I will check myself every day. They all think about what they did when they were young and remember the mistakes they made in the past.”
Zhu Gaojie said cheerfully: "The sage said, I have examined myself three times in a day and found that others are wrong. Since I am the truth. Taking a step back, the more I think about it, the more angry I am. If I hear the truth in the morning, I will die in the evening. The only way is to blow up his grave and whip him. Only by disposing of its corpse and spreading its ashes can I have peace of mind and reflect on myself."
Zhu Di was shocked: "What kind of saint are you telling this from? Are you the living saint of Yama?"
Zhu Gaojie shrugged: "That's what Zhu Shengren said."
Zhu Di asked in confusion: "When did Zhu Xi say this? Why don't I remember?"
Zhu Xi was a Zhu Zi, a native of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was a student of Cheng Hao and Li Tong, Cheng Yi's third disciple. Together with Er Cheng, he was known as the "Cheng-Zhu School". He is also the only person who is not a direct disciple of Confucius and is worshiped in the Confucius Temple, and ranks among the twelve philosophers in the Dacheng Hall.
Once upon a time there was a scholar. When he first learned to speak, his father pointed to heaven and taught him.
Dad: This is heaven.
Scholar: God.
Dad pointed to the ground again: This is the ground.
The scholar was still looking up at the sky.
father:……
Dad thought: What a fool. With such a long reflex arc, he must be mentally retarded.
After a long time, the scholar, who was still a child, asked: What is in the sky?
father:? ? ?
How old is this child? He’s starting to wonder why. Why do you want to go to heaven and stand side by side with the sun?
This scholar is Zhu Xi.
Zhu Gaojie said happily: "The saint who said this is not Zhu Xi, but the great saint Zhu Gaojie."
Zhu Di was stunned and laughed: "What a great sage, Zhu Gaojie, too. What kind of saint is the Cheng-Zhu school, and what is the study of things to achieve knowledge?" Zhu Xi started in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he did not see the Southern Song Dynasty regaining the sixteen states of Yanyun. Jianwen, this little bastard, is ripe If you read the books of sages, will you be beaten to pieces by me? If you read the books of sages and win battles to bring peace to the world, then you are called a saint!"
Zhu Gaojie couldn't help but clicked his tongue. The old man said that he was uneducated, which was quite acceptable.
but……
Such a domineering speech is indeed the old man's consistent style.
Prince Qi asked in confusion: "Dad, what do you want from me?"
"It's okay, I just want to chat with you..."
Zhu Di paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at King Qi, "What did you just call me?"
Zhu Gaojie touched his head: "Am I breaking the law by calling daddy?"
"It's not illegal, it's okay, it's okay." Zhu Di waved his hand, unable to suppress his excitement.
(End of chapter)
