I don't know why, but Fang Jie always feels that there is a huge difference between the Tai Chi Palace in winter and the Tai Chi Palace in summer. It was not early summer when he entered the Taiji Palace for the first time, but the inside of the palace was already covered with thick green and decorated with bonuses, and there was a sense of vitality in the huge palace city. But the Tai Chi Palace in winter is a bit too chilling.
The emperor who didn't sleep all night had to go to court early. Compared with the previous emperor who often stopped to rest, this God Blessed Emperor was amazingly diligent. No matter it was windy or rainy in the past eleven years, he had never heard of an early court. If it weren't for the queen's persuasion, the emperor would even have thought of setting up a late dynasty.
He is like a machine rather than a person, tireless.
Those who were waiting for the emperor's audience were all waiting in a row of small houses not far from Dongnuange. Compared with the majestic Taiji Hall, this row of three houses was like a low mound. The two connected houses are the resting place for the adults waiting for His Majesty, and the other one is the resting place for the eunuchs. All the high officials in the capital are in the front hall, so those waiting here are either local officials who have come to Beijing to report on their duties, or people who have no real power but carry prominent titles behind their backs.
When Fang Jie entered the door, he greeted everyone politely and regarded himself as a student. And when those people saw that Fang Jie was not wearing an official uniform, they often held some contempt. Not everyone can recognize the uniform of Yanwu Academy. Fang Jie found a remote place to distance himself from those who were bragging about him openly or secretly.
There were about four or five people waiting in the room at this time, all sitting on chairs. So Fang Jie, who was sitting alone on the edge of the kang, looked very special even though he was sitting in the corner. Those people looked at the idiot and glanced at him. The meaning in their eyes was that if there were chairs to sit on, who would want to sit on a cold and uncomfortable kang
Fang Jie ignored the contempt of those people, he simply took off his boots and sat down on the kang. Sitting cross-legged against the wall behind him, Fang Xie's indecent sitting posture made those people even more displeased. Feeling the warm temperature of the kang under his buttocks, Fang Xie couldn't help moaning in a comfortable low voice.
There is a low table on the kang, on which there are several plates of dried fruit. There was also a pot of tea and a few cups, but none of those guys in royal uniforms who were sitting upright had touched them. Perhaps in their view, drinking tea and eating dried fruit while waiting to be received by His Majesty in such a solemn and solemn manner is a very disrespectful thing.
Those people watched Fang Xie's actions, and the room became silent. It didn't take long before they withdrew their contemptuous gazes, ignored this bumpkin who didn't know the rules and hadn't seen the world, and continued to talk about their mainstream topics. For example, the achievements of the ancestors, such as the prestige in the local area.
Just when their conversation was rising, a harsh sound of creaking and creaking suddenly came. They looked dissatisfied at the young man sitting alone on the kang, and were surprised to find that he had pulled the low table on the kang to his side. First, I poured myself a cup of tea, and then ate those dried fruits like no one else was there.
How rude!
Those four or five people couldn't help but glared at Fang Jie fiercely, as if they were looking at a newly bought servant in their own family compound.
But as they maintained their identities, they naturally wouldn't take the initiative to pay attention to a boy in a cotton robe. They stared for a while, then cursed in a very low voice and then returned to the previous topic. But they found that there was no way to continue. The boy actually placed the dried fruit with a hard shell on the table, and then stretched out an index finger to tap gently. Each time, a dried fruit could be easily smashed into pieces. .
The sound of clicking was so disgusting that several people sitting upright exchanged glances with each other. It seemed that they hated this young man who didn't know how to sneak in. They stopped talking and started to stare at the young man collectively with angry eyes, perhaps hoping that the young man would wake up because of this.
Unfortunately, he was still eating like no one else was around.
He even smacked his lips!
Too unethical, too ignorant of the rules!
"You thought this was your home?"
A middle-aged man wearing county viscount costume finally couldn't stand it any longer. He looked at Fang Jie and asked coldly, "It's already rude to take off your boots in front of others, and you have to sit cross-legged on the kang. That's something only a village woman in the mountains would do. This is Miyagi, where the etiquette education of the world is born. If you enter the palace for the first time, I will teach you what the rules are."
"oh."
Fang Jie let out a light oh, and continued to eat dried fruit: "Do you really think that sitting cross-legged on the kang is something that only mountain women can do?"
"certainly!"
The man stood up and cupped his fists and said, "This is the Tai Chi Palace of the Sui Dynasty, where His Majesty lives. Although I don't know how you got in, since you're here, you should restrain yourself. If you don't understand Rules can see how others do it, hum!"
Fang Jie burst out laughing, raised his head and asked, "My lord, is this your first visit to Beijing?"
"I... how is it possible!"
The man said: "I have been favored by the emperor for generations, how could it be the first time I have entered Beijing!"
"oh."
Fang Jie smiled, lowered his head to drink tea and eat dried fruit: "I wish you good luck."
The magistrate was taken aback, feeling that the young man's words were inexplicable.
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Chen Bolai, son of Yuncheng County, was really nervous, so nervous that his teeth chattered non-stop when he was speaking. He drooped his head, not daring to lift it up, sweat dripping down his chin in big drops. His two hands were neatly placed on both sides of his thighs, but they were shaking violently.
The Dongnuange is indeed very warm, but by no means to the point of making people sweat profusely.
Chen Bolai's ancestors once followed the great general Li Xiaoping to destroy the south of the Yangtze River, and also made great military exploits. After the war, they were granted the title of hereditary county magistrate due to meritorious service, but their Chen family had no status decades ago, and it was even worse in his generation, not even a single official.
He inherited the title and lived better, but the most affordable clothes are the viscount costumes. Although there are common people supporting him, the family has grown larger and larger over the past century, and the unchanging food town has long been unable to make ends meet. If it weren't for this expedition to the northwest, His Majesty planned to find some heroes who had been in the Sui Dynasty to do publicity, and he was afraid that he would have no hope of entering Chang'an City or Taiji Palace in his life.
Chen Bolai looked down at his toes, because the expression on his face was already distorted because of fear.
If time could be turned back, the first thing he would do would be to go back half an hour ago and take back what he said. Only mountain village women would sit cross-legged on the kang and talk, and he said this sentence. Half an hour after saying this, he saw His Majesty the Emperor sitting cross-legged on the kang, eating snacks with his hands while reading the memorial.
This is impossible!
Although Chen Bolai's family has gradually declined, it still looks like a proud rooster in front of ordinary people. When he travels, he will definitely iron his clothes neatly, and he always maintains the demeanor that a viscount should have. He thought that the nobles in the city of Chang'an, thousands of miles away, did the same thing.
But today he found out that he was so fucking wrong.
The emperor... How could the emperor sit cross-legged on the earthen kang, eat, review memorials and receive courtiers at the same time? He even took off his boots, and smacked his lips when he ate! This is simply... This is completely contrary to the etiquette and enlightenment of the Sui Dynasty.
"In the future, the people from the Ministry of Rites will arrange for you to go around the barracks and talk about the achievements of your ancestors. After a while, you will also talk about it at the banquet of the ministers, and the people from the Ministry of Rites will also teach you. The banquet of the ministers It is beneficial to find some gentry who are quite prestigious among the common people, and to mention more about the expansion of territory in the past during the Sui Dynasty."
The emperor waited for a while without seeing Chen Bo come to speak, and raised his head to take a look, only to find that this guy was so frightened that he was completely dumbfounded and looked at a loss. He couldn't help but smiled and waved his hands and said: "You sit on the side first, and Huai Qiugong will come later and let him teach you. Su Buwei, ask Fang Xie to come in."
Su Buwei responded, turned and went out. Not long after, Chen Bolai saw that impolite country bumpkin boy walking in. He had heard of Fang Jie's name, but he never thought that he would be such a virtuous person.
"It's a bit fatter."
After Fang Jie saluted, the emperor glanced at him and said indifferently.
Fang Jie said: "Dun Dun has meat."
The emperor burst out laughing: "Excellent... You have been waiting outside for a long time, are you hungry?"
He pointed to the snack plate in front of him and said, "Take it and eat."
Fang Jie hesitated for a while and did not move. The emperor looked up at him again: "What? Do you dislike my things?"
"No... it's not enough."
Fang Jie said with a cheeky face.
The emperor laughed more and more happily, and said with a smile: "Su Buwei, go get some more snacks. Chen Bolai and the others are also hungry when they arrive, so let's eat here."
Su fearlessly glanced at Fang Xie approvingly, and Fang Xie nodded slightly. Because of the war in the northwest, His Majesty has been in an extremely bad mood since yesterday. I didn't expect this young man to come here, and he could amuse His Majesty with joy. He ordered someone to bring some refreshments, Fang Jie was not restrained, he went forward and picked up the plate His Majesty pointed out earlier, and devoured it hungrily, there was no manners at all.
Chen Bo didn't want to eat or not when he came to eat, he was dumbfounded looking at Fang Jie.
"wrong."
The emperor put down the memorial in his hand, looked at Fang Jie, who was very rude, and said. Hearing this sentence, Chen Bolai was overjoyed, and said to himself that the emperor still couldn't see this way of eating in the end, which was obviously something that wild children could do.
"The lotus paste cake should be eaten last."
The emperor said seriously: "On this plate, lotus paste cakes are sweet things. Don't you even understand the reason why desserts should be eaten after meals? Also, look, the most delicious thing about this shrimp cake is not the inside. The prawns, but the outer skin! You idiot who can’t eat, you lost all of them! Anyway, you have been in the Martial Arts Academy for more than half a year, why haven’t you learned these things!”
The justifiable accusation is as if the main course of the Yanwu Academy should teach how to eat shrimp crisps.
"The minister is guilty!"
Fang Jie answered equally earnestly, and then poured the meringue from the plate into his mouth: "Ahem... it's too dry... Your Majesty, do you want some water?"
The emperor gave him a blank look, then pointed to the teapot on the table. Before Su Buwei asked someone to fill a cup for him, Fang Jie went over and grabbed the teapot and poured it mouth to mouth. Now even Su Buwei felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously glanced at the emperor.
Fang Jie wiped his mouth, and before the emperor could speak or Su Buwei scolded him, he leaned over and said very seriously: "How about this teapot as a reward from His Majesty? I still need a family heirloom in my family."
"I remember that you are an orphan, and you started searching for family heirlooms without even having a family?"
The emperor seemed a little displeased.
"Da Sui is the home of the minister."
Fang Jie straightened his body and said as a matter of course: "I have tens of thousands of brothers and sisters. All the people are my family members. We love each other, and we have a kind and dignified father who treats all our brothers and sisters equally. Junbu, it is Your Majesty."
"ah?"
The emperor was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "This flattery is excellent, it should be rewarded!"
Chen Bolai groaned in his heart... this... this young man named Fang Jie, isn't he too shameless