Chapter 1: Tavern Gossip 1

Several months have passed since the inspiring victory in the north, and the end of this year has been particularly good. It seems that God is proof of this and is officially auspicious. First of all, smoke came from the ancestral grave of Zhang Xuancheng, Hunan Province. He was really promoted and made a fortune. Lao Zhang is in his fifties this year. He is an old man. I don't know how many years he died when he was young. Although Mr. Zhang's eldest wife has died a lot since then, and she has changed a lot. In addition, there are many concubines and second girls. It's just that such a great auspiciousness still happened on the original grave that had been silent for decades.

It was the 21st of the twelfth lunar month. If the New Year has not passed, it is still a small year. Somehow, a Lingzhi has grown on Lord Zhang's original tomb. What a great thing. Naturally, there is a good thing. In order to please Lord Zhang, the villagers said that it is auspicious and good. Lord Zhang is a parent and good official who begging for the people. This is God's eyes. Wang Changde, who is auspicious and thousands of households in the same city, is also idle and boring to hear about this matter. Maybe he has done too many things on weekdays. He deeply feels that he is not a good death. He particularly likes what can only happen to these people who "die well", and the two usually have a deep friendship. A gentleman has the beauty of an adult. With his special ability to listen to the sky, Wang Qianhu directly reported the matter to Shangguan in the capital, and then reported it layer by layer. Since it is up to heaven, naturally the son of heaven and the son of the dragon will definitely appear.

Naturally, Emperor Zhengde is in a good mood at the end of the year. Originally, I personally fought and won a battle, which was unprecedented. Emperor Zhengde is very happy every time he thinks about it these days.

Think about it, long live the emperor personally and personally went to fight to kill the enemy. Which of the thousands of emperors in history has such ability? Although Hou Zhao doesn't have much ink in his heart, he knows that he is less than three of the "one of the three" military records such as marching and fighting, battlefield battles, and ambush. Usually, I heard Jiang Bin and others explain it, and I don't know much about it. This victory is really due to him, but it is also due to him. Because there are many emperors who have made great achievements in history. In addition to those emperors who have usurped power, these "imperial second generations" who have taken over their father's class, who can have such an atmosphere. What about the soul?

The emperor was happy, but his ministers, especially those of the group, did not think so. Emperor Zhengde clearly knew that his bearded old squares learned that Zhengde had secretly ran to the north gate to fight Tatars. Suddenly, he was so scared that he raised his throat. This is a living civil castle incident.

The emperor has left, and the old people have no choice but to get together and curse the street secretly. The emperor triumphantly returned to the court and thought he had defeated the Taters, but he relived the influential feat of Chengzu's personal conscription and troops to fight against the Tatars. I thought that the old bones under him usually chewed words were nothing more than the words of Tangzong and Songzu's Taizu. Haha, it's my turn. Unexpectedly, what the emperor came back to face was not flattery, but a group of immortal old faces. In addition to those "consomware people" around him, those guys are nothing more than putting on a stinky face and saying something strangely. Emperor Zhengde knew that it was nothing to do when he heard it!

The little emperor is young and angry, but he still doesn't want to argue with people who are older than his father. He is confused. What the people around me have said all day is particularly self-reate. Emperor Zhengde thought of this and complained about them. One by one, he just played with me, but made me happy. However, it also won the title of "Eight Tigers" and "power castration".

The emperor was not happy, but he was secretly rumored, and he had no choice. Every time I think about it, I complain about it.

"Hmm! I think those bad old men are jealous and laugh at their physical defects. They are jealous of their talents and read those books of benevolence all day long, but each of them lives up to their name.

The emperor is specially against the old men. The more he looks down on the "eight tigers", the more he will spoil the "eight tigers", and the more he will reward them. From gold and silver to daily food, they will be rewarded. No matter what the outside says, do yourself and play with yourself.

It was yesterday that Gu Da used this boy's sweet mouth to please himself. Emperor Zhengde knew this, but they were still good to him in his heart.

Coincidentally, Zheng Zhiliu broke in. After coming, he seemed to talk about an interesting auspicious incident. There was smoke on the mother's ancestral grave and Lingzhi. Originally, the duty of the brocade guards should be to pay attention to these "weird power and chaos", and they did not say anything about strange power and chaos. However, the more he was speechlessness, the more Emperor Zhengde wanted to hear it. As long as he likes to listen to and do things that are contrary to those old men.

This Zheng Zhiliu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but he is a man of literary and martial arts. It is easy to praise and welcome him. Behind Wu's plot, poisoning and assassination is also unyed. Emperor Zhengde ran to Yingzhou to be coated with a layer of gold. The battlefield was on, but the battle was not fought. After returning, he made a great contribution and was promoted. He was originally a senior official in the Jinyiwei in Beijing. Now he has become a big red man in front of the emperor's eyes. Now even the commanders have to be abus. Originally, Mr. Wu commanded the year If you are exhausted, you won't stay on it for long. It is said that Mr. Wu will feel dizzy and dizzy at the sight of blood. How can this work!?

If the bloody guard in this industry can't make people laugh, the prisoner hasn't fainted yet? You fainted first. Mr. Wu is just the head of the title, and now the real head is Zheng Zhiliu and the deputy commander Feng Xianyong.

How can Zheng Zhiliu let go of Xiangrui's good news? Originally, things began to change. Originally, Zhang Xuancheng wanted to be happy at the end of the year. The "old man" in Beijing was happy and won another big victory. With this thing, he could get a good job. Even if he smiled, he could be familiar, familiar and familiar with his name. Do you think about how many officials there are in so many states and counties? The emperor is very old, how can he remember how many officials there are? As an outside official, it's not big, it's not big. He is a senior official in a province outside Beijing. When he arrives in Beijing, that's bullshit.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhiliu listened to this, curled his lips, shook his head, and said something was wrong. This bastard surnamed Zhang has no eye value! This boy doesn't make a lot of money in Hunan. A lot of silver has been made, and women have also made a lot of money. His original wife has been dead for 20 years, and now it's fucking Lingzhi!" Zheng Zhiliu just wanted to laugh when he heard it. But this is a good topic.

"Your Majesty..." Zheng Zhiliu said so. It is said that the emperor is wise and powerful, and the martial arts are strong and majestic, and the big northern tars are defeated. The world is also the peace of the country and the people. This is the merit of the divine induction of the saint, and the spiritual lucidum is hereby lowered. Although Emperor Zhengde was young and vigorous, he was definitely not an idiot. He smiled and didn't believe it at any time when he heard these things, but he was happy, happy, and his face was happy.

A word of appreciation is said, but it is cheaper for Zheng Zhiliu. The emperor is also interesting. If you don't reward others, you will prefer to eat food.

Zheng Zhiliu held a box of exquisite palace snacks and said in his heart that he was happy and laughed. Hey, what do you think about this thing? What about it? If you really want to give it to Zhang, it won't be rotten! Come on! It's better to bother Lao Zheng to help the bastard surnamed Zhang consume the emperor's grace. Zhang deserves to be unlucky. He hasn't even seen the emperor, and he is not afraid of diarrhea when he eats the emperor's reward.

After thinking about it, he took out a piece of exquisite pastry and threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, I said, brothers, don't believe it, this auspicious one after another. Previously, a covered thousand-year-old ganoderma lucidum grew on the ancestral grave of Lord Zhang's family in Hunan. After that, when the order of Wang County in Yuncheng County, Shandong Province ordered people to reorganize the river, a stone tablet was dug out from the lower part of the river, saying that it was a peaceful and prosperous era. The Jade Emperor was happy and peaceful in the world, and hereby ordered the Dragon King to come to come and rain!" An old man was sitting in a hotel by the roadside, surrounded by many people, who were workers and handymen, resting here while listening to an old man talk about the market.

"Lao Zhang, what's next? What's next?" An old man over 60 next to him listened with great interest and hurriedly urged the old man Zhang, who told the story.

"Hey! Not to mention, the day after the stone tablet was dug out, it rained heavily! It happened that it had not rained for several months in Yuncheng County at that time. Wang County magistrate renovated the river in the hope of changing the current fast-drying river. But I didn't expect to dig out the stone tablet as soon as it was dug!" Old man Zhang said thoughtfully.

"Really? Lao Zhang, don't lie to us!" Someone said so.

"Oh, it's true, it's true!" Zhang Laohan said in a chiseled way.

"Then where did you hear it!" The 60-year-old man just asked one after another.

Before Laohan Zhang could answer, an interesting young man next to him said, "This is what he heard from Widow Li of West Street!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the people laughed.

Old man Zhang blushed 80% when he heard this and raised his hand to fight, "I want you to talk nonsense!" The young man pretended to hide and laughed here for a moment.

At this time, a middle-aged man who had been sitting quietly on a table stood up. There is a pot of tea and a teacup on his table, which seems to be drinking alone here.

This is a small hotel on the street, only one floor, and it is not a gathering place for literati. It's just a place for these market vendors to finish their work and steal a place to joke and chat with each other. Every copper plate can get a bowl of sour wine from the store owner to drink. Now the end of the year has passed, but before the first month, the weather is still shady, even in this southern boundary.

With the hot wine and some gossip, everyone's fatigue seems to have disappeared. Everyone is waiting, so happy!