The Lantern Festival was approaching soon, and the sky was clear and clear on that day. It happened that there was no early morning on this day. In the first half of the noon, the minister rested at home, and when the sun's strongest time passed, he would go to the Imperial Garden with the Holy One.

Gu Yuanbai took a nap (sleeping in Shui) when it was noon. After washing and consuming lunch, the ministers were already waiting outside.

In the bedroom, the latest clothes made for spring were prepared. Gu Yuanbai picked out a crescent-white uniform embroidered with a golden silk dragon pattern, and put on a blue cloak on the outside, and walked out of the bedroom with a smile on his face.

The ministers brought their sons and sons to Gu Yuanbai and bowed: "Holy to Wan'an."

Today (Shui Shui) is full of energy, and Gu Yuanbai is also full of energy. The corner of his lips (gou) said loudly: "Get up."

After the spring rains in the past few days, the strange flowers and grasses in the garden have bloomed a lot, and the palace people carefully care for them day and night, and many trees that shouldn't be green at this time are also very vibrant.

The sun is good today, and the palace people sprinkled water in advance, and the flowers of Jiao (yanyan) have drops of water, which is the most delicate time.

The saints were surrounded by clan relatives and ministers, and the elders brought by the ministers' homes were embellished behind them. Don't say I saw the saints, and even the corners of the clothes of the saints were not seen.

Xue Yuan was adorned behind these ministers. He and Chang Yuyan slowly walked together. The two of them did not rush, it was as if they were simply coming to enjoy the flowers.

Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where is the veil you found?"

Xue Yuan had his hands behind his back, his posture was very handsome and handsome, and he looked like a dog. He said casually: "It's burnt to ashes."

Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."

Xue Yuan seemed to hear some funny joke, "When it comes to my hands, it's my thing. What is the owner?"

As soon as Chang Yuyan was about to speak, there was a tumult in front of him. It was an adult's inspiration, who made a high-quality chanting spring poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.

There was a palace attendant who wrote it down and read it aloud. After listening to Chang Yuyan, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praised: "Good poem!"

Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days. Why not take this opportunity to add a poem you made?"

Chang Yuyan shook his head directly. The corner of Xue Yuan's mouth (hook gou) raised, he was a step behind, and kicked Chang Yuyan with his foot. Chang Yuyan staggered and rammed forward. An adult recognized him and moved away with a smile, "If Speaking of poems, the Chang family boy can't skip it."

When Chang Yuyan stood still, the position he had let out was already straight to the saint's side. His expression was shocked, and he hurriedly reduced his expression, and respectfully stepped forward to the saint and bowed to the saint, "Boy reckless, see The Holy Spirit."

Gu Yuanbai carefully looked at the handsome young man in front of him, "Are you Chang Yuyan?"

Chang Yu's words lowered his head deeper: "Yes."

This Chang Yuyan is also interesting, and he is a talented man who is famous in Beijing. Gu Yuanbai remembered two things he did. The first was that his loyal fans surrounded Changfu on the day he was crowned. Some people tried to cross the wall, and finally shocked the government to send troops to arrest people. Another thing has something to do with Gu Yuanbai. This Chang Yuyan once wrote thirteen poems in one breath to satirize the nobles who do not know the suffering of the world, not only satirizing the power minister Lu Feng, but also satirizing him. This emperor can't do it.

The translated vernacular is: "You people with universal power only care about your own self-interest, and the world is born in disregard. Let all the suffering people under the world provide for you, the big masters who only know how to eat delicious food and wear Chinese clothes. , I think everyone is spicy chicken."

These thirteen poems made him offend a large group of people in the capital, and his father was demoted as a result. It was not until the heat passed that this guy began to write poems again, but after this battle, Chang Yuyan's reputation has become more and more popular. stand up.

Thinking of this, Gu Yuanbai deepened his smile, "Do you also have poems to submit?"

No matter whether it is an article or a poem, Chang Yuyan writes a beautiful article. What's better is that he has a reputation and is a good person who can incite public opinion. Gu Yuanbai just lacks public opinion talents who can extol his merits, keep him at the highest moral point forever, and pave the way for his policies.

Chang Yuyan's mouth is dry. He really prepared a poem, and he did it before visiting the garden. It's just that the poem... he did it deliberately, and it's also a satire like "Jumen wine (rou) smells bad, and the road has frozen bones."

I thought that if his father took the initiative to let him write a poem in front of the holy, he would dare to read the poem seriously.

Gu Yuanbai watched him silent and smiled, "Stand up and straighten your head."

Chang Yuyan subconsciously followed suit, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Sheng Shang's face with a smile.

The saint looked at him appreciatively, and said to the minister beside him: "My Daheng's young talents are all talents, and they are good men standing upright."

The roots of Chang Yuyan's ears turned red in an instant, and only felt a sense of shame in his heart.

The ministers responded with a smile: "The Chang family boy has the top talent."

Chang Yuyan's father, Dali Temple Shaoqing, stood on the periphery, and his stern and straight face couldn't help but smile when he heard the officials praise his son.

Whatever the emperor said, the minister followed suit. Gu Yuanbai smiled. He leaned on his side and listened to the courtier's words, and his chin was about to be buried in the fur of the Greatcloak.

Chang Yuyan didn't dare to look directly at Sheng Yan, lowered his head slightly, staring at Sheng Shang's chin.

The upper body is slender, but extremely thin, and the jaw is not much (flesh), but the shape is beautiful. When Chang Yuyan thought of those trousers in the middle of Beijing molesting a good girl, he likes to pinch such a chin, and then act lightly.

Fortunately, the saint is the saint, no, the saint is a man, Chang Yuyan, what are you thinking about.

If those trousers dare to pinch the chin of the saint, I am afraid they will be beheaded and ransacked the next moment.

Chang Yu shuddered without a trace, groaning secretly in his heart, complaining that Xue Yuan got up, why bother to kick him?

"Yuyan?" the sage exclaimed, "what poem did you make?"

Chang Yuyan's heart jumped to the back of his throat. He slid his head to the side, and at first glance he saw the layers of plum blossoms.

There was a flash of light in his mind, "This poem, this kid, is just for Mei Mei."

The previous satire that was made in advance was crushed in my heart, and Chang Yuyan temporarily chanted a poem, and the last two sentences praised Kasuga Jinzhao.

Gu Yuanbai nodded and said with a smile: "Full of aura."

Chang Yuyan watched his nose and nose, and stared at the emperor's chin as usual. This time he was a little anxious. As soon as he looked up, he also included the pale (colored) lips of the Shengshang.

The lips are neither thin nor thick, and the corners of the lips are raised like a natural smiling lips.

Gu Yuanbai thinks this kid is not bad. I thought that the thirteen songs he had made before were stunned, but he didn't expect it to be a bit glaring.

He summoned Chang Yuyan to his side and drove around, walking around in the garden, saying a word or two to him from time to time, and the minister next to the emperor looked at Chang Yuyan over and over again, not knowing how this kid got in. The emperor's eyes.

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Xue Yuan leisurely waited for the emperor's anger at the end.

He understands Chang Yuyan, even if it is to add blockage to his father, Chang Yuyan will do something big. But time passed bit by bit, and the front was still smiling, haha, Chang Yuyan also mixed in there and did not come back.

Xue Yuan frowned gradually. Could it be that Chang Yuyan hasn't moved yet?

He also wanted to see the little emperor's jokes, waiting for the little emperor's anger. He also sent someone to wait outside the palace in advance, preparing to spread the satire of Chang Yuyan within the capital as soon as possible.

Xue Yuan sighed disappointedly, and walked quickly a few steps. The emperor and his party just in front also walked to the corner. Xue Yuan saw his Laozi with a chrysanthemum smile and followed the emperor without closing his mouth.

Xue Yuan quietly walked over and stood in the shadow behind General Xue. As soon as I stood still, I saw the emperor in front suddenly stopped his feet, stretched out his white to transparent hands from the layers of wide sleeves, and plucked a beautiful (yanyan) flower in full bloom among the hundred green bushes.

"This flower blooms well." The sage praised, then picked up the flower and sniffed it. It should be that the scent was in line with his heart, and he suddenly smiled.

The upper body is slender and weak, and the body is heavy. But when he smiles, he is full of vigor and vitality like a hundred flowers blooming. Xue Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, looked up and saw the smile on the corner of the upper lip of the holy at the first glance, only to realize that the sickly emperor had an incomparably good looks like Qiuyue.

Xue Yuan looked at it for a while, frowning and thinking absently.

The emperor who scolded him so harshly in front of a hundred officials, didn't even the hair grow up?

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In the afternoon, the bamboo silk wind music was played and the palace banquet began.

Chang Yuyan sat at the back, looking at the dishes on the table in a daze.

Xue Yuanzhuan, who was sitting at the side, picked up the beautifully-looking imperial vegetables to eat, "Today's poem is good."

"You know..." Chang Yuyan rubbed his eyebrows, "I didn't expect that when I faced the sage, I would be opportunistic."

The gentleman Xue Yuan smiled, his fangs gloomy, "Holy good means."

Chang Yuyan frowned slightly, "How can you say this to the Lord?"

Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at this strange friend, then squinted his eyes and looked up at the saint.

Gu Yuanbai was sitting on a high position. He inevitably drank some drinks today. The alcohol content of ancient drinks was not high, but after he came here, he hadn't drank a few times. After a few cups, he ordered people to go. The flask was mixed with water.

Warm feeling stretched from his lungs to his limbs, Gu Yuanbai exhaled, feeling his face hot.

He couldn't drink anymore. Gu Yuanbai knew exactly how delicate and weak this body was. He stopped drinking and drank hot tea to sober up.

The saint’s every move is being watched, and it’s good to see the saint’s courtiers. Those who have seen the saint for the first time are all peeking with the corner of the light.

Among them, the one with the brightest gaze is Xue Yuan.

Can you blush even after drinking, or is it a man?

Such an emperor can shake Chang Yuyan. Could it be possible that something happened to him that he hadn't noticed while visiting the Yu Garden?

Xue Yuan tapped the wine glass in his hand, secretly pondering.

The palace banquet did not last long, and even after it was over, the sky (color) was slightly darker. Tian Fusheng took many eunuchs and sent the ministers out one by one, and when no one was gone, he dragged Zhang Xu aside. God mysteriously ordered one thing to go down.

After Gu Yuanbai took a shower, he opened "Han Feizi" at the table while it was still early.

Compared with the orthodox ancient man, Gu Yuanbai has a big flaw. His thoughts come from later generations, and the later generations' thought of transcending (tuo) does not apply to the current environment.

He scored clearly what is good, and what brings the world will cause disaster. He had never read one of these ancient books before. Since he entered this world, he has to read it day and night, stay up late to read, and take time to read, combining with the memory of the body to understand and transparent. The original emperor did not do well, so he had to learn the emperor's heart from the book.

There is a saying in modern times called "Through the clear without rebellion, chrysanthemum drill electric drill". Even though Daheng is a dynasty that has never appeared in memory, and even if the world itself exists in a novel, the books and historical traces that appear are inseparable from the ** in memory. Gu Yuanbai can’t help it. Treat this country with a playful attitude.

As the leading actor in this world, whether it is Chu Wei or Xue Yuan, both have (qiang) great ability to govern the country.

To be honest, Gu Yuanbai was quite greedy for them.

Although he doesn't understand why they love each other, Gu Yuanbai respects them. If he can live longer, he can even marry them in order to win them over.

It is a pity that his fate was booked by Lord Yan. Gu Yuanbai can only wait for his life to come to an end now, and maybe in a while, he can only lie on the (bed chuang) and can't move.

Gu Yuanbai sighed deeply.

Tian Fusheng raised his head and asked, "Holy Master is sleepy?"

Gu Yuanbai shook his head and said, "I am just thinking that people are inherently dead. No matter how much preparations are made, even if I am facing (death si) death, I will feel anxious in my heart."

Tian Fusheng was startled, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. Gu Yuanbai laughed: "What are you afraid of? I just sighed."

Tian Fusheng was in shock: "Sage, don't frighten the younger ones by talking about these things, the younger ones are about to jump out of their hearts."

Gu Yuanbai shook his head helplessly. Lost the mood of reading, he put down the book, and the waiters in the palace had already retired. Gu Yuanbai went to the bedroom without knowing it and raised the bed tent, and his eyes opened suddenly in the next second. Big.

A beauty **** with five flowers is lying on his dragon couch.

Gu Yuanbai subconsciously looked in front of the beauty's (chest xiong), his face suddenly turned green, he was a man.

The sage laughed and cursed with a smile: "Go away."

The little **** didn't dare not listen to him, but he didn't dare to let him go to the ground like this, and said boldly: "Don't go to the holy, the ground is cold, there will be cold air from the soles of the feet into the dragon body."

As soon as Tian Fusheng came in, he heard the words of the little eunuch. He hurriedly stepped forward to kneel on the ground, holding the dragon boots in his hand, and cried pretendingly: "Holy Lord, here is the little one to serve you down to the ground. Put your feet down, this little heart is about to jump out of his throat."

Gu Yuanbai laughed dumbly: "I think you can jump seventeen or eight times a day."

Tian Fusheng smiled, carefully supporting Gu Yuanbai's feet, carefully putting on his shoes and socks.

Gu Yuanbai could not help sighing as he sniffed the incense and medicinal smell that filled the room.

He is not a serious emperor, but a positive young man of the 21st century. The moment he walked through the clouds while playing skydiving, he woke up on this body when he opened his eyes. .

This dynasty is called Daheng. It is not in memory. It should be overhead, and the production level has reached the level of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Gu Yuanbai's (body shen) body is really a delicate body raised by the power of the whole country, even if it is too sick and weak, the emperor doesn't have much strength.

When Gu Yuanbai came, the eunuch's dictatorship had already begun to emerge. It should be understood that the emergence of the eunuch's dictatorship often means that a dynasty has reached the middle and late stages. The power ministers and local power swelled, and the eunuchs also wanted to (fuck cao) in the military and government. Gu Yuanbai dragged the sick body and dormant for three full years. In one fell swoop, the power ministers and eunuchs were collectively pulled down and the previous dynasty was cleaned. With the inner court, for the time being, the three forces were balanced, and the emperor's authority was restored to its prime.

Just as he was preparing to rush (dry gan), (body shen) didn't stand up, and at the end of winter, there was a vigorous wind chill.

During the few days when he was seriously ill, Gu Yuanbai heard one or two very familiar names by accident, and then finally remembered that he did not travel to an overhead world, he was wearing a book.

The little emperor in the book will die if he survives only a few years, giving way to the hero in the book and the famous regent. The hero in the book is a capable minister and will assist the regent to leave a good name.

Gu Yuanbai is a straight man, Tie Zhi, knowing that this book was adapted into a socialist brotherhood palace political battle network drama.

After knowing that he would not live for a few years, Gu Yuanbai became a Buddha, and his previous ambitions were all thrown aside, and there was no smell of sauced duck.

This throne is destined to not belong to him. No matter how much he does now, he will let the future emperor miss it.

During this illness, Gu Yuanbai thought a lot, and finally decided to go with the flow. He took care of himself over the past few years, enjoyed the last period of his throne, and played soy sauce by the way, watching the society of the two male protagonists in the book. Brotherhood of Doctrine.

Gu Yuanbai has never seen such a socialist brotherhood.

"Holy Master, all right." Tian Fusheng put down Gu Yuanbai's feet, gently for fear of hurting the Holy Master.

Gu Yuanbai finally stood on the ground, and the maid came to dress Gu Yuanbai (geng) with the incense-smelling regular clothes.

Before the clothes were changed, an **** came to inform him: "Holy, the Prince and the Prince and his son are waiting outside the hall."

"Let them in." Gu Yuanbai said.

The **** led the three in. The three saluted Gu Yuanbai. Gu Yuanbai replied indifferently, "Get up."

The son of Hubu Shangshu has not yet established a crown. He is at the age of fearlessness. He was told by his father more than ten or twenty times in the morning. You must not look directly at Shengyan, but he has to do what he is not allowed to do. , Now standing behind the Prince He and Daddy, with the concealment in the corner, secretly raised his eyes.

The Lord of the World, as Gu Yuanbai said, is the most delicate person raised by the power of the whole country.

When the little son raised his eyes, he saw the maid carefully smooth the blue silk of the saint behind him. The saint healed only today. In order to be happy, he wore a red robe with a thin red jade face.

The little boy suffocated his breath, his heart pounding, and he quickly lowered his head in a panic, never daring to look up again.

"This is the eldest son of Tang Da Ren's family?"

Mr. Tang was flattered by Gu Yuanbai's gentle tone, and bowed: "Sheng, I told the minister last time that there are few young people in the palace. The dogs are mediocre and inherently stupid, but they win when they are young. If the sage doesn’t dislike him, the minister will let him go to the palace to accompany the sage, so as to relieve his boredom.