Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other Chapter 8:

I don't know that I left without waiting for Song Langsheng. Actually, I might as well joke with him that I remembered the episodes of insulting him in the past. He was so vicious that he had the majesty of a princess. Even if it was uncovered.

As he casually told me about my wishful thinking, as if he was really joking.

Is it possible that after a long time of peace, you will despise such a mighty princess as Xiangyi, who can call the wind and call the rain, and can easily play with other people's lives to fulfill her own temporary willfulness.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

My brain was hot, so I asked the driver to speed up the whip, and as soon as I stepped into the house, I sent the prince to the house and asked him to take me to see Han Fei.

Uncle Liu, the prime minister, is my mother's family. I don't know if Uncle Seven or Uncle Biao. It is said that Uncle Li gave him a job in Yangzhou that could make money. The dignitaries sent treasures to him one after another, but he read the four books and five classics of Confucius and Mencius to his bones, but he retreated, but he didn't say much about his favor, and he contributed to the people together with his own salary. Later, the emperor became the princess, that is, I built the princess mansion, and I happened to lack a mansion, and my mother thought of him.

In summary, what I want to express is that Uncle Liu is a kind and kind man, and it is more reliable to explain many practical matters to him.

And an honest person like him couldn't help but tremble when he heard that I was going to see Han Fei, and said straightly, "Besides the occasional sword practice in the courtyard, Young Master Han has mostly been reading and painting in his room. Playing the piano at the waterside."

I nodded impatiently: "Very good, lead the way."

Uncle Liu said again: "Your Highness, the concubine is about to return to the palace."

My face finally began to cramp: "What does this have to do with me going to see Han Fei?"

Uncle Liu sighed with a wrinkled old gray face, and finally said nothing more, and led me down the path from the veranda, around the courtyard to the waterside pavilion of the mansion.

The waterside pavilion in the mansion is in the center of the lake, with a wooden corridor leading directly to the shore, planted with grass and trees, and shaded by green trees, forcibly moving the south wind to the north. .

When I arrived at the porch by the lake, my eyes were full of lush greenery, beautiful and clear. I couldn't help but ask, "Where is Mr. Han?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him.

In the small pavilion at the middle waist of the wooden corridor, someone sat cross-legged and played a piece of music.

I let Uncle Liu go back first and step into the middle of this waterside pavilion alone.

When I heard the footsteps, the violin stopped, the person playing the zither turned his head, saw that it was me, stunned, stood up, and gave a slight salute.

Fortunately, I've been worried that he'll just draw his sword and stab him while no one is there.

He was as silent as I imagined, and I opened my mouth first: "What song did you just play? It sounds like a high autumn purple sky, a drunken poet and a mad guest."

Han Fei said: "It's just a folk song, I don't see how high the artistic conception is."

Seeing his indifferent expression, I smiled and said, "It's hard to calm down."

Han Fei looked at me with some surprise, and I said, "Is it your name?"

Han Fei said: "I never thought the princess would hear it."

I sat down in a shady place where there was no sun and said, "I heard this song played before, but I thought I would never hear it again."

Han Fei still didn't speak, with an expression of "whoever played what song for you is none of my business". He originally planned to exchange a few words with him to calm down the atmosphere, but he didn't want to be completely cold. Sure enough, I am not a good communication person. People, still go straight to the main topic: "I heard that Mr. Han usually plays the piano in a daze in addition to reciting poetry and painting in the mansion, but he is so bored that he does not know if he wants to do something for the princess?"

Actually, I guessed that with his attitude, he would reject it, but after listening to me, his face suddenly changed, and his face was sullen, and he said for a while: "If the concubine doesn't mind, why don't I want to? qualifications?"

I looked at him blankly. What does this have to do with the concubine? But seeing him turn his back and stand with his hands behind his back, his tone was solemn: "Since this day will come sooner or later, when the evening comes, the princess will send someone to order me."

Me: "..."

Honey, I forgot that he is now the princess, so he thought I came all the way to ask him to do...that kind of thing? It's really a huge injustice, how can Han Fei's mind be so impure? And, what happened to his humiliating posture? Even if I really want to find him, this princess will be the one who will suffer!

I tried my best to bring my mentality back to a point of balance, rubbed my forehead and said, "I think Young Master Han has misunderstood. If I covet Young Master Han...cough, if I have bad intentions towards Young Master Han, I won't wait until today. I just started." These words sounded really awkward, but I could vaguely sense from what he said just now that I haven't done anything to him... Since he is still innocent, it will be a little easier to negotiate.

Han Fei saw that I didn't want to touch him, so he felt relieved and said, "I don't know what the princess is looking for?"

I let out a suffocated breath, and briefly mentioned the selection of the supervisor who was negotiating with the prince in the palace today. By the way, I modified the prince's high hopes for him, just waiting for him to nod. Forget it.

After I finished speaking, there was silence for a while, and Han Fei frowned and remained silent.

I couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Han doesn't want to?"

Han Fei seemed to be meditating. After thinking for a while, he still didn't speak. I asked, "What are you thinking about?"

He looked up at me, "Princess... how long is she going to fool me?"

Me: "..."

He said: "Is the princess trying to force me to death to give up?"

I didn't move, and my eyes were straight. How did I kidnap him to the house that day, so that his resentment was distorted. Why is it a shocking feeling to listen to Han Fei's words?

I said, "I don't understand what you mean." I really don't get it.

Han Fei showed a contemptuous smile: "Princess, don't forget why I fell here."

I really forgot.

He stood up holding the violin, and did not intend to continue talking nonsense with me, "If your Highness has nothing else to do, Han Fei will retire first."

I finally got a little annoyed: "You are not afraid of this palace, why do you keep your words so secretive? Saying that I fooled you and forced you to death, you must not think too much of yourself. If it is not what the prince means, I will forget it. There is your presence in the mansion, if you are greedy for life and fear of death and don’t want to be involved in this stall in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, let’s be honest, you don’t need to play any riddles here.”

Han Fei paused: "Princess forgot me, could it be that Fang Yachen also forgot?" After speaking, he bowed to me and left the pavilion.

Fang Yachen? Where did this character come from? What does it have to do with him and me?

I sighed a little tiredly, Princess Xiangyi, you are only a young girl in two decades, how difficult it is to be a princess, so you can't bear the burden and jump off a cliff in the end...

Song Langsheng had already returned when he returned to Zhengyuan. He put on a refreshing cotton robe and sat in the hall reading a book. When he saw me coming in, he glanced at me, "I heard that the princess has been to Dali Temple, why didn't you wait? I'm leaving?"

I sat on the chair next to him, picked up the tea cup on the table, and said, "I can't bear to disturb your elegance while watching the trial of the consort."

Song Langsheng didn't look up at me: "If you are in this situation, if you are wandering around and bump into an acquaintance, but you can't recognize it and reveal your secrets, it will be more troublesome."

I said: "I can't I go see you?"

Song Langsheng is still holding the book: "Oh."

I said again: "I went back to the house and went to the waterside to chat with Han Fei before I came back."

He hummed, still holding the book. He looked at the book, and I looked at him, to see when he turned to look at me.

Song Langsheng was very persevering. He stared at the book for half a column of incense without turning a page or looking up at me, as if it was his intention to become a sculpture. I decided to let him let go and asked, "Fang Who is Ya Chen, do you know?"

Song Langsheng recalled and said, "Fang Yachen...it seems to be the face of the princess."

Me: "..."

Why is it the face again!

Why is it that every time I ask "who is this" out of curiosity, the answer is so horrifying?

I asked with difficulty: "So... is he in the mansion now?"

Song Langsheng said: "No."

Me: "..."

What kind of wind did you have, your concubine, to be so shy about words like gold.

I asked, "Where's the other guy?"

Song Langsheng said: "Dr. Guozijian."

My five senses were tumultuous for a while: "Why did my face go to teach at Guozijian?"

Song Langsheng continued to calm down: "If you can escape from the princess' mansion safely, you should be a person with a strong chest. Why not go to the Imperial College to teach?"

Me: "..."

Princess, you can't change your habit of metaphors and satires. It's a lot of pressure to talk to you.

I shrugged, "Because Han Fei mentioned Fang Yachen, there seems to be something between them..."

Song Langsheng snorted, "They used to work together in the Hanlin Academy."

And then nothing else.

No wonder the concubine was taken as a prison by me, and how did she escape from such a narrow-mindedness.

I sighed and said, "It seems that you are my concubine, and you will inevitably have some gossip in the court."

Song Langsheng said, "That's true."

I have decided not to speak to him today.

Song Langsheng saw me swallowing the cake wholeheartedly and brushing my clothes: "Did the princess take something from me?"

I thought about it and said, "Well...you mean a fan."

Song Langsheng stretched out his hand, and I squinted at him: "Why, it's just a broken fan, take it and take it."

Song Langsheng said: "Since it is just a broken fan for the princess, what is the use of it?"

I remembered the phrase "sweetheart" deep in my memory, and turned my head away unhappily: "No."

Song Langsheng frowned. He probably thought I was making trouble.

Although I have no memory, I don't want my husband to have someone else in his heart anyway.

I want to say this to Song Langsheng.

I asked: "What's the story of this fan? Why do you treasure it so much?"

Song Langsheng's expression was a little erratic. The afternoon sunlight slanted in from the window. For a while, I was blindfolded and felt that he was sad.

I returned the fan to him from the cuff, and looked back to the bedroom: "Forget it, I never understand you anyway."

Perhaps, I am not qualified to say that he is not, whether it is because of the messy relationship with the face in the past, or the person I can't forget in my heart now.

I find that sadness doesn't linger in my heart for more than half a day.

The concubine returned to Dali Temple after dinner to work on a major case. I was lying on the slump and couldn't lie down.

The matter that the prince explained to me was accepted casually, but was rejected by that Han Fei yin and yang strangely, how can I explain it to the younger brother?

Thinking of Fang Yachen, the Imperial Child Supervisor, I rolled off the bed and still felt that I should do something.

I put on a Confucian shirt, **** my hair, glued on a small moustache and went out.

This female disguise as a man's outfit was made by rummaging through boxes and cabinets. There are more than ten types of beards alone, including splayed beards, two-stroke beards, and side beards. In the past, I must have loved to dress up and make private visits, or maybe I had a dream of a man hidden deep in my heart. If I was a man, I would definitely be a beautiful bearded man who often changed his beard, and would never hide like a concubine. The room is clean and unstained, and wearing an official robe is clearly a gentle scum.

I wandered around the street for a while, and went to a teahouse on the other side of the South Suzaku Gate to sit down.

There used to be a Yueyang restaurant next to the teahouse, which is well-known in Beijing. In addition to the excellent food, the price is notoriously expensive. Let alone a small family, the official Zhou Zhengxi didn't dare to enter that door. In order not to get the name of corruption and drunkenness because of insufficient salary, most of the people who left were rich businessmen and powerful people.

Actually, my intention was to go to this restaurant to try it out, but I saw a teahouse first.

Yuelu Teahouse.

From the name, I know that the owner of this teahouse should be an artisan. After a little inquiries from the passers-by nearby, the shopkeeper was actually a student of the Imperial College. He quit his job and went to teach at Yuelu Academy in Hunan. Now he has returned to Beijing with his heirs and opened such a teahouse.

There are probably a lot of legends and legends. Many scholars and scholars in Beijing are famous, and they can often attract students from the Imperial College, and even academicians of the Hanlin Academy occasionally come to have a drink. It is no less than Yueyang Restaurant.

The guys at this teahouse are very authentic. As soon as I entered the door, I was very attentive and greeted me. Knowing that I had not reserved a private room, he enthusiastically led me to the second floor. Sing and sing a little song, when the time comes, there will be a gentleman who will tell the book, and many literati and elegant guests will come to listen to the book."

I listened to the singing voice, which was crisp and sweet. I carried it around the beam for three days. I couldn't stop nodding and asked, "What place is upstairs?"

The young man said: "The third floor is high, and you can enjoy the lake view and plum fragrance through the window. It was originally an elegant place, but today, I asked the students of the Guozijian to pack the room, saying that it is for the purpose of dissertation, son. If you are interested, why don't you listen to the little song in this building first..."

I deliberately stopped the fan hanging in my hand, pretending to be surprised and relieved: "So they are also here..." Seeing the young guy's expression of doubt, I lifted the fan and shook it, "Don't hide it. This little brother is also a new supervisor, and it is rare to meet a classmate here..." The little guy raised his hand to lead the way: "So, my son is here to invite you."

As I climbed up the steps, I could vaguely hear the voices of people arguing. When I opened the brocade curtain, the voices were instantly amplified and the wind surged. The first sentence was: "I thought that Princess Xiangyi had restrained herself, Unexpectedly, I began to interfere in the government again today, and I heard that it was someone recommended by Mr. Zhao Ge who stopped him."

"Jiangsu and Zhejiang are tax-heavy places. If something like this happens, you have to start to appease the people's hearts. How can it be put on hold?"

"I'm afraid that Princess Xiangyi will arrange her own people to do this mission again. If the Crown Prince agrees, what will others dare to say?"

I closed my eyes rather melancholy.

It is this princess who is co-authoring this group of emperor's disciples to argue under the blue sky and daylight.

I vaguely know something about that reputation among the people. In the past, across the capital, I would have heard that the scholar was talking about Princess Xiangyi, but I didn't have the heart to listen to it at that time. In the few days after wandering around the capital, I came to the conclusion that although this princess is powerful, it is very powerful among the common people, especially the literati. There is a black horn in his eyes, fighting in the temples of intrigue, covering the bright world with one hand and covering the rain with the other.

Of course, people will still hold a longing for a beautiful heart when they are grieved and indignant. They believe that good and evil will eventually repay the world and reincarnate, and one day a traitor such as this princess will taste what he deserves retribution.

The twenty or so scholars in front of me obviously thought so.

They sat together at a table in twos and threes, expounding their views with righteous indignation. In addition to criticizing my remarks that were a bit extreme, they also had some sincere opinions. The more I watched them, the more panicked they were. The sons of officials and eunuchs are not allowed to be recognized by others, and another rhetoric of "Princess Xiangyi's unannounced visit is unpredictable" will spread.

Seeing that the seats were full, I aimed to sit down in an inconspicuous corner. When I sat down, I found a person lying on his back on the bench beside the table, with a book on his face. He seemed to be asleep. The guy poured me tea, served snacks and left first.

Hearing the snapping of the folding fan, a blue-clothed scholar who had been silent for a while suddenly said, "The princess holds the seal of supervision of the country, how can you say that you are interfering in the government? If you are not angry, you should not say so!"

My eyes lit up. Ouch, don't want someone to speak for me?

But seeing the blue-clothed scholar raise his eyebrows, he bowed his hands in high spirits and said, "From what I see, we should assemble the officials of the world to jointly write a letter listing Princess Xiangyi's many bad deeds, and the officials to impeach and report sparsely, so that all the court officials will attack her. , I implore the princess to grant the seal to the crown prince, and let go of the power of supervising the country, which is the best policy."

Me: "..."

Brother, I'm afraid that before this strategy is in place, you will be given it first.

I bowed my head and sipped the tea, and suddenly heard a clatter, but this time it wasn't a closed fan, but the blue-clothed scholar was hit in the head by a book.

The eyes of everyone present suddenly drifted over, and I blinked blankly, obviously it was not me, although I did have this motive.

The man who had been sleeping on the stool yawned and sat up, but it was a handsome young man, "Jiang Xuanqing, if you don't have a good mind, just stay calm, don't open your mouth, it is the way of heaven and the heart of the people."

The scholar named Jiang Xuanqing said: "What we are discussing is a plan for the common people about the danger of Li Min, what do you know?"

The young man took up the teacup and rinsed his mouth, staring straight at Jiang Xuanqing with his **** eyes, "I only know that the princess's supervision of the country is a wise decision made by the sage. If I go to file a complaint, let alone Enke this year, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the shadows of you idiots in the court in the future."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room changed color, Jiang Xuanqing tried to calm down: "Who will believe what you say alone?"

The young man stood up and stretched his body. Only then did I realize that his purple clothes were particularly bright, and he didn't have the slightest scholarly atmosphere, but he smiled happily: "No one will believe what I say, there must be someone in the first grade. Believe it? If you are not convinced, take away the prestige and prestige of the champion? Ah, no, this year's supervisor is this young master. If the Guozijian really wants to make a champion, it will be in my pocket, and you will be out of the game."

It seems that in terms of grades, no one was present with the confidence of this young man. Jiang Xuanqing completely forgot about the cultivation of a literati for a while, and his voice became louder: "The surname is Lu, your filthy thoughts are all over the Imperial College. Who does not know? If even people like you can become an official, the entire government will not be as messy as the black lake?"

The young man hooked his lips with great interest: "Tell me, how dirty is my thinking?"

Jiang Xuanqing's entire face was almost green, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers: "you you you..."

The young man simply stepped on the wooden bench, lifted the corner of his robe, and flickered his eyelashes calmly: "You can't say a single sentence completely, it's really useless for you. I, Lu Lingjun, do not seek to enter the official office as a prime minister, and do not envy the fame and fame of the world, and the greatest ambition in my life is to be the face of Princess Xiangyi, so what's the harm in saying it!"

The author has something to say: Crash the list, you idiot. There are so many more and more, I don’t know how to divide into 2 chapters, will there be a lot of comments? I was really stupid.

However, all three male lead candidates have finally been released. It's time to stand in line, (*^__^*) hee hee...

The brain supplement of Lu Lingjun in purple clothes is mainly from this moving picture, full of ridicule and naughty~~~

Of course, he is also a peerless handsome guy~~