Chapter 154 Confucianism and Confucianism

The sun is setting in the west, and a carriage is parked quietly at the entrance of the alley. The driver is an old servant of the princess's mansion. Although he doesn't know who the master is waiting for, it is rare to be more than an hour at a wait. In his memory of more than ten years, there are few.

On the edge of the carriage, Lv Zhuzheng looked up and looked at him with a trace of anxiety on his face. Finally, he frowned with joy, turned around and ran to the curtain and whispered, "Little Lord, he's back!"

The words fell, the curtain was lifted, and Chai Qingyun poked out his face. It was Yang Yanzhao who came with two little girls talking and laughing not far away.

"It's very happy!"

For some reason, Chai Qingyun had more resentment in his heart, especially the beautiful woman he saw in the yard before, and the inadvertent but happy words.

"Ryulang is out. If the princess has something to do with him, the slave family can tell him on his behalf."

Is it possible that he has already got a family?

I remembered in my mind that I denied the worries thousands of times in the carriage. These days, I have sent someone to inquire about it. Yang Jing is still unmarried and has no marriage contract.

"Little Lord!"

Seeing Yang Yanzhao approaching, but Chai Qingyun was in a trance that he didn't know what he was thinking about. The green pearl couldn't help whispering.

Hearing this, Chai Qingyun came to his senses, and at this time, Yang Yanzhao also saw her.

"Princess, how can it be you? I haven't seen the princess for some days."

Goodbye to Chai Qingyun, Yang Yanzhao is still a little happy. Who is not happy to see a beautiful woman, not to mention that this beautiful woman has something to do with him.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao's smiling face, Chai Qingyun's heart softened for some reason, but he couldn't smile. He said as if in the past, with frost, "Come out and pass by here. I happened to meet you, so I stopped."

"So that's it. By the way, the cold house is nearby. If the princess doesn't mind, how about having dinner together?"

The invitation was a little abrupt, but the smile on Yang Yanzhao's face was also sincere. When Lvzhu heard the words, her heart suddenly jumped up and wanted to open her mouth to answer on behalf of Chai Qingyun.

But looking up, the little master's eyebrows were not happy. Green Pearl's heart immediately picked up. Sure enough, a little, Chai Qingyun's faint voice sounded, "It's getting late. I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate. Green Pearl, let's go back!"

In this way, although the green bead was very anxious in the dark, she could only get into the carriage as ordered. Outside the carriage, Yang Yanzhao saw the curtain hanging down and covered his face, and he couldn't help sighing.

Is this woman's heart really as difficult to think about?

A few days ago, Chai Qingyun was still gentle and charming to him like a girl. In a blink of an eye, he looked like this frost. His face changed like turning a book. At this moment, Yang Yanzhao really couldn't remember where he had offended her.

The carriage gradually disappeared on the street, and still couldn't figure it out. He only sighed and continued to walk to the yard with Ba Mei and Pai Feng.

On the carriage, Chai Qingyun, who was originally frosty, raised his legs and kicked the small table at the hem fiercely. With a thump, he was so scared that the old servant who drove the car almost took off his reins.

"Pearl, am I not liked? Otherwise, why did he treat me like that!"

Chai Qingyun muttered softly, with tears in his eyes. Seeing this situation, Lvzhu couldn't help sighing in his heart. Although the little master is a princess, his identity is extremely special. There is only her and a few servants in the whole princess's mansion.

When she was bought by the King of Yan ten years ago, she rarely saw the little master smile except with the King of Yan and Zhao Yuanyi, who is far away in Shannan Province.

The little master is a miserable person. After suffering too much, he will become cold-faced to the world. However, Lvzhu knows that in his heart, the little master is just an ordinary girl who needs people's love and can play petty.

With sadness, he quickly leaned forward and handed out the handkerchief, "Little Lord, it's not your fault, but how can it be done overnight between you and Mr. Yang?

When fate comes, it will naturally become.

"Will there be a fate between us?"

Chai Qingyun said in a low voice. Hearing this, Lv Zhu was also at a loss, not to mention the beautiful woman around Yang Yanzhao, who wanted to achieve this marriage with the identity of the little princess...

Below, Lvzhu didn't dare to think about it. She could only bow her head and didn't say anything. Chai Qingyun lowered his cheek with a handkerchief and looked at the roof of the car with a dull expression.

Pan Fu, because Pan Mei, the head of the family, was promoted to the three intersections of Hedong. After being stationed in the north, it was a little cold. Usually, few people came to contact each other. Of course, except for the king of Yan, who was closer to the two princes of the Pan family.

"Wen Feng, I heard that Zhen'er was shocked by the horse?"

Seeing that Zhao Dezhao came in so anxiously, Pan Ji, who was holding the scroll in the living room, hurried forward, "I have seen the King of Yan..."

"When are you still doing this false salute here? What's going on with Zhen'er?"

Seeing Zhao Dezhao's appearance, Pan Ji couldn't help frowning a little. The King of Yan's friendship with Zhen'er has been intertwined for many years, and of course he can find out.

In the past, it may have been okay, but now Zhener's actions show that she has fallen in love with Yang Jing, which makes Pan Ji feel embarrassed.

Seeing that Pan Ji didn't say anything, Zhao Dezhao suddenly panicked, shook his shoulders and asked nervously, "What's the matter? Is Zhener injured?"

When he came to his senses, Pan Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly, "King Yan, don't shake it. Pan Wenfeng's body can't stand your tossing. Zhen'er is fine, but she's just a little scared.

It's also the fault of Guoshan, which aroused Zhen'er's competitive heart. He insisted on subduing the Qianliju left by his father. Fortunately, he was rescued by a strong man in the box army and Yang Jing. Otherwise, this consequence..."

Pan Ji's words made Zhao Dezhao feel a little palpitated. He couldn't help saying angrily, "This national mountain is really, always so reckless. What should I do in case of an accident?"

As he was complaining, Zhao Dezhao suddenly stopped, "Wenfeng, were you talking about Yang Jing just now?"

"Hm, it's also a coincidence."

The right boxing was on the left palm, and Zhao Dezhao smiled, "It's him again. Is this guy my lucky star?"

After saying that, he wanted to pull Pan Ji to visit Pan Ying, and the latter listened to the laughter in his ear and unconsciously thought more.

In the boudoir, Pan Ying combed her long black hair in front of the bronze mirror, and there was a faint blush on her cheeks. From time to time, she picked up all kinds of hairpins on the dressing case and inserted them in her head.

"Zan'er, are you there?"

Hearing this sound, the smile on Pan Ying's face suddenly converified. He quickly straightened his long messy hair, got up and opened the door, bent down and said, "I've seen the King of Yan."

"I heard that you were shocked. Now that I see that it's all right, I'm relieved. When I turn back, I will send some calming tonics the royal palace, so as to suppress Zhener's shock."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Pan Ying half closed the door and didn't mean to go out, and the boudoir of the girl who had not left the cabinet could not be entered by outsiders. Seeing this situation, Zhao Dezhao looked a little embarrassed, "Zhu, I haven't seen you for a few days. Can't you talk to me?"

"Zeng'er, last time you said you liked the 'courtestic and ancient scriptures', and the king of Yan returned home and studied a lot. Today, you can learn from the king of Yan to drink tea."

Pan Ji made a round, and Zhao Dezhao hurriedly nodded, but Pan Ying shook his head. "Brother, Zhen'er is a little tired. I want to rest first. King Yan, why don't we talk about the 'Ancient Book of Rites' another day?"

Seeing that Pan Ying's face was indeed tired, Zhao Dezhao was not easy to force him to stay, and Pan Ji, who understood the reason, could only be silent.

"Wen Feng, what do you think I should do to make Zhener not be so cold?"

Zhao Dezhao's words were a little depressed. Pan Ji followed him silently. Hearing the words, he could only comfort him, "Pan Wenfeng is also ignorant about men and women. As for Zhen'er, I'm afraid he hasn't figured it out yet. After a while, knowing the prince's sincerity, it may change."

Listening to Pan Ji's rare exclamations, Zhao Dezhao, who sighed, smiled, "That's right. One day Zhen'er will find my true feelings. It's just that Wen Feng, you are not young. Aren't you going to marry?

The next time General Pan returns to Beijing, I have to tell him that incense is not a joke!"

While talking and laughing, he saw Qiao Peng trotting over and said, "Your Majesty, the decree from the palace is coming. Prince Xuan will meet you."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Dezhao left in a hurry, leaving Pan Ji in a distracted place, saying an inaudible voice, "Shame has not returned, how can I think it's home..."

In the Yanhe Hall, Zhao Guangyi sat on a high position and looked at the ten people sitting with His Royal Highness. Except for Zhao Dezhao's uncle and nephew, the rest were all old ministers with white hair.

"Empicier, I don't think this is advisable."

Wang Pu was the first to speak. This person was originally the prime minister of the Later Zhou Dynasty. Later, he returned to Song and kept a low profile. Although he was the prince Shaobao and was awarded the title of Duke of Qi by the official family, he did not deal with the court on the grounds of illness. Unexpectedly, he appeared in the palace today.

"Oh?"

After waiting for a long time, someone finally spoke. After Zhao Guangyi hummed softly, he couldn't help asking, "I don't know what the Duke has?"

"The place where the Buddha Sect originated from the Western Regions is already a barbarian foreign teacher. If it is sealed as the state religion, there are people who are ashamed of our Middleland. In addition, there are many Buddhist believers. If the officials are respected again, I'm afraid that believers can be seen everywhere in the Song Dynasty. If there is a bad life, it is extremely unfavorable to the country and society."

"The Duke of Qi is reasonable, but at present, the Buddha sect is already very powerful. I'm afraid it is a little difficult to control it. If he is angry because of this, it will be difficult to do things secretly."

"He dares!"

For Xue Juzheng's words, Zhao Guangyi suddenly patted the armrest and whispered angrily, but he was angry, but he knew in his heart that this was not possible.

The hall suddenly became silent. After a long time, he said, "Do you have a good strategy?"

"In my opinion, the reason why Buddhism dares to put forward this matter is to see that there is no state religion in our dynasty. If the officials settle down as soon as possible, tell the world, and break their thoughts, they may not say so."

Zhao Pu's words immediately made Zhao Guangyi interested, "I don't know what Mrs. Zhao has?"

"When I go back to the official family, now all the schools in the world are gathered, but when it comes to orthodoxy and seniority, I'm afraid there are not much. In addition to Buddhism, I also have Taoism in Zhongtu, and officials can think about it."

"I think Lord Zhao's words are reasonable, but Taoism is used by Li Tang. I, the Song Dynasty, leave the old and the new. Naturally, it can't be the same as it. There is also a person in the old minister's heart to recommend, and his name must not be under the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism."

Shen Lun, who was the second prime minister, got up and saluted. After listening to his words, Zhao Guangyi couldn't help asking, "Shen Aiqing said bluntly."

"The person said by the old minister is a model of the people in the world, Confucius saint!"