Rise From the Humble

Night falls slowly, and the entire capital city seems to be in a splash-ink landscape painting, slowly faded by the ink. In the dark Linhuai Marquis Mansion, red lanterns were hung up one after another, and the maids and servants served the masters to rest in an orderly manner.

"In a few days, our ancestors will be able to eat more. I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire Hou family." Zijuan said goodbye with great gratitude, and took the little loli Niuniu and the naughty child back to the back house to rest.

"You guys should go down and have a rest, I don't need anyone to serve you."

After Zijuan and the others left, Zhu Ping'an asked Ting Yuxuan's two little girls to go down and have a rest. He had no interest in letting his maids warm the bed.

I lit the oil lamp and placed the books brought back from the Hanlin Academy on the table one by one. I slowly began to study them. While reading, I excerpted some sentences and listed them in categories on a piece of rice paper.

The night was getting darker, and the entire Linhuai Marquis Mansion fell into sleep. Only Zhu Ping'an's room was still lit, and the occasional sound of turning the pages of a book became somewhat clear in this silent night.

In the middle of the night, the little girl Ting Yuxuan woke up to take a nap and found that the light was still on in her uncle's room. If she hadn't seen the shadow of her uncle flipping through the book through the window, the little girl would have thought that her uncle had forgotten it while he was sleeping. Lights out

Xiaojie came back at night, and my uncle was still reading. The two little girls returned to the penthouse, lying on the bed and looking at the stars and lights in the master bedroom opposite, in a daze.

Why did my uncle go to bed so late again? It seems that I haven't seen my uncle go to bed earlier. I really don't understand. My uncle is already the number one scholar, the eldest master of the Hanlin Academy, and the son-in-law of the Marquis Mansion. They are so good, why are you still like this? Try your best?

"If I were your uncle." A little girl murmured.

"What do you think?" Another little girl came over and asked.

"I just eat what's delicious and what's fun to play every day, so I don't want to stay up late reading so stupidly." The little girl stuck out her tongue.

"That's why you are not uncle." Another little girl rolled her eyes.

The two little girls whispered a few words, and then they both fell asleep again, and the Yingying light in the master bedroom outside the window was still on.

In fact, at this time, Zhu Ping'an was not the only one who hadn't slept. Many people in Xiyuan, which was far away from the Hou's Mansion, were still awake.

In the depths of Xiyuan's bedroom, Emperor Jiajing, the king of a country, is still awake.

Emperor Jiajing, who usually wears a blue gossip robe, is wearing a plain white gossip robe today.

At this time, Emperor Jiajing's face was slightly pale in plain white Bagua Taoist robe, and his eyebrows were deeply knitted together. His eyes were staring at a small gold coffin in front of the Erlong Xizhu Bagua Dan furnace not far away, revealing a touch of sadness. Feelings.

On the tables in front of Emperor Jiajing, there was a table of vegetarian dishes. Each dish was carefully cooked by the imperial kitchen. Even though it was a vegetarian dish, the whole hall was filled with fragrance, and anyone who smelled it would have their index fingers expand. move.

But at this moment, this table of vegetarian dishes that are full of color, flavor and flavor is placed on the table completely. It has been reheated three times, and it is obvious that not a single chopstick has been touched.

"Long live Lord, I beg you, please have some food. Even if you don't think about the dragon body, you still have to think about the country, the country, and the people of the world. Long live Lord. You haven't eaten since noon today. One sip, not a sip, Long Live Lord, even if his body is made of iron, he can't bear it." Huang Jin knelt in front of Emperor Jiajing and persuaded him with a cry, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were full of concern. His face was full of worries.

"Leave it, I have no appetite." Emperor Jiajing sighed and waved his hand.

"Long live Lord, just have your meal. If you don't eat or drink like this, General Huwei won't be able to survive." Huang Jin knelt on the ground and pointed at the exquisite gold coffin under the alchemy furnace, and urged.

The golden coffin was open, and inside lay a yellow and white striped cat with bright and plump fur. Unfortunately, it was lifeless and lifeless.

"My General Huwei." Hearing this, Emperor Jiajing's expression became even more serious, and his voice was hoarse as if he had been sleepless for days and nights.

Huang Jin tried his best, but failed to persuade Emperor Jiajing to eat.

Hey, General Huwei went anyway, Huang Jin heaved a long sigh in his heart. Huang Jin often served by Emperor Jiajing's side, knowing that his master is a cat lover, and this cat named General Huwei is the most favored cat.

This cat is very spiritual. When his master goes out, this cat always leads the way. Whether it is to go to the concubine or to fast, this cat can always lead the way. The reason why it is the most favored is that it is not only loyal but also accompanies its master in refining elixirs. Whenever his master is refining elixirs, this cat always lies beside the alchemy furnace, guarding the alchemy furnace like a white tiger.

It's strange to say that when the cat is guarding the alchemy furnace, alchemy can be successful.

The tiger is so majestic that it is not close to punish evil!

Therefore, he was named General Huwei by his master.

General Huwei has a very good relationship with his master, and they are very favored. It is common for them to eat, live and sleep together. The daily food for General Huwei in the palace is ten chickens, five fishes, and one fish. For the sheep, the chicken only takes the most delicious chicken liver and heart, the fish only takes the brain and roe, and the sheep only takes the heart.

In the palace, General Huwei was pampered and pampered, just like the prince. To be honest, even King Yu and King Jing were not as favored as General Huwei.

Now that General Huwei has gone, how could his master not be sad.

However, seeing Emperor Jiajing so sad, Huang Jin was worried because Emperor Jiajing had not eaten for two meals. It was late at night and he had not even eaten lunch. If this continues, how will the body be able to bear it?

If His Majesty's body collapsed, Huang Jin broke into a cold sweat just thinking about it.

what to do?

what to do?

Suddenly, Huang Jin caught a glimpse of a stack of Qing Ci placed on the table. Yes, how could he have forgotten these Qing Ci? These are all poems to commemorate General Huwei. If any of these poems are done well and comfort His Majesty and untie His Majesty's heart knot, wouldn't the matter be solved? !

Thinking of this, Huang Jin felt hot in his heart.

Whether His Majesty can eat or not depends on these words. I hope you won’t disappoint me, gentlemen.

"Long live Lord, General Huwei passed away today. The servants and Master Yan are all very heartbroken. Lord Yan and the others have also presented their Qingci. General Huwei practiced with Lord Long live before his death, and he was the most loyal. He will be laid to rest tomorrow, so I would like to ask Your Majesty to choose a green poem so that the servants can send off General Huwei." Huang Jin presented the green poem and said sadly.

"Yes, I almost forgot." After hearing this, Emperor Jiajing took a deep breath and nodded, took the Qing Ci and cheered up.