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Text Episode 19 Chapter 15 The magician deserves to die

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.    The second year of the Song Dynasty was destined to be an uneasy year.

    At the beginning of the year, just after the half-year expedition to the northwest, a massive rebellion broke out in the country, and the Jiankang court even experienced a secret purge.  The rebellion was finally suppressed, but before the frightened officials could take a breath, the whole country began to fight against the flood.

    Precisely at this time, another theft case of Jin envoy Wanyan Yunhua broke out. Just when the commotion was aroused and the Song Dynasty was tense, Song and Jin suddenly issued a joint statement expressing their determination to abide by the peace treaty.  This announcement made everyone feel relieved. No matter what, there would be no more wars this year.

    Although the conflict between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty was eliminated invisible, the subsequent flood made the Song Dynasty think again. Especially after entering April, the rain continued, and the water levels of many rivers rose. Looking at the rushing water,  , even the most ignorant person knows that this year¡¯s flood will not be small.

    "It's just that Lin'an is not in power now, and the government is not governed by those treacherous and evil-hearted people who don't care about the lives of the people.  Sima Feng is also considered a generation of capable ministers. Not only is he outstanding in resourcefulness, but his command and coordination ability is also outstanding.

    Under his general command, the entire Song Dynasty was mobilized for this flood.  Those people who were definitely unable to avoid floods organized the old, weak, women and children to the highland hillsides according to the predetermined route.  In places that are likely to be affected by disasters, people are asked to mark all their belongings and register them one by one, and put them in one place for centralized storage. The elected people's representatives and the local army will jointly take care of them, and then organize the people to strengthen them.  Protect river banks and prepare to fight floods.

    During this period, many things happened.  There are officials who take the opportunity to embezzle people's property, there are also people with ulterior motives who instigate resistance, and there are also many stubborn people who refuse to leave their homes. In short, there are thousands of clues.  Extremely messy.

    The most unexpected thing is that in the Huaihe and Huaihe provinces, more than a dozen villages that often suffer from floods have resolutely resisted this relief operation.  Not only did they spread random rumors, they also insulted and attacked the officials and soldiers who came to help them.  These villages together have a thousand people.  If strong tactics are used.  You can't avoid hurting people. If you let them go, you will see them die.

    After Kong Shilin, the governor of Huaihe and Huaihe Rivers, informed Mo Rulan of the matter, Mo Rulan went to investigate in person.  It turns out that these villages are notorious in the surrounding area, and people from other places know about these villages.  Speaking of these villages.  He gnashed his teeth in hatred and cursed endlessly.  This made Mo Rulan curious, so she disguised herself and went into these villages to observe on the spot.  As a result, she really discovered something.

    It turns out that these villages all believe in a "dragon god", and every year when there is a flood, a "reward to the dragon god" meeting will be held.  In fact, a few magic sticks colluded with the big families in the village and used a few trained snakes to disguise themselves as dragon gods.  Defraud and extort these ignorant villagers.  They even built a "Dragon King Temple" locally.  There is a group of "Dragon King Masters" who often brainwash these ignorant villagers.

    The bewitched villagers all believed it.  As long as they devoutly believe in the Dragon God, floods will not destroy their homes.  And these magicians colluded with local big business and used various deceptive methods to defraud these villagers of their hard-earned money for a year.

    This matter has been circulated in the local area for many years. In the past, local officials received bribes from them, so they ignored the matter. Even if some disbelievers reported it to the Yamen, no one would care about it.  As a result, these people became more and more violent and developed more and more people. They also adopted various overt and covert methods to isolate those who did not believe. They even encouraged the villagers to tie up these people and throw them into the river to engage in so-called  "Sacrifice to the Dragon God".  After this move, no one in these villages could compete with them.

    ¡° Just like this, when there is a flood every year, these people take the opportunity to make money.  The most irritating thing is that if the floods are small this year and the village is not affected by the disaster, it will be said that "the dragon god has blessed you". If it is hit by a disaster, it will be said that someone has offended the gods and wants to sacrifice boys and girls to the dragon god, and then instigate  Some scoundrels in the village ordered some villagers to go to other villages, kidnap some children, and then throw them into the river.  If any surrounding villagers came to inquire, these people would use the Dragon God's trick to fool them. If the other party didn't believe it, they would turn against them and take action.

    Because of this matter, many fights took place in this place, making these villages "notorious".  Because they bribed officials, even if they brought the case to the government, they would be treated as ordinary villagers fighting, and it would have no effect at all.  As time went by, no one complained anymore, but they isolated them, making these villages more isolated and these magicians becoming more and more rampant.

    Until now, these villagers themselves will make up some lies and spread it, deceiving each other all day long.  Because of this kind of deception, they became more and more confident in the so-called "Dragon God" and offered more and more sacrifices, even at the risk of losing their entire family.  Therefore, the places of worship in these villagesThe more pious you are, the poorer you are. Except for those magicians and a few big families, every household is extremely poor.

    This government relocation operation destroyed the wealth-making efforts of these magicians and big families, so they incited these villagers to resist and drove away the officials and soldiers, intending to use this method to maintain their status in the village.

    It¡¯s really pitiful and hateful.

    After Mo Rulan understood it clearly, she sent the matter back immediately, asked for our opinion, and proposed the method of "investigating the culprit and never pursuing threats".

    But I had different views on this matter, so I summoned Sima Feng and others to discuss it. I didn¡¯t expect that their opinions were similar to Mo Rulan¡¯s, which made me very dissatisfied. I temporarily suppressed the memorial and took Zi Xuan to the Imperial Garden to relax.

    After walking around, the mood still did not improve. Seeing this, Zi Xuan suddenly proposed to hold a barbecue in the imperial garden.  This intrigued me a lot. Not only did I agree immediately, I also sent someone to notify Zier that Nianxue and the others were coming.

    When Zi'er came, she also brought Feng Piaoran with her. It is said that she also invited Mingyue, but Mingyue was unwell and did not come.

    I didn¡¯t care about it at all, I asked people to move things and started doing it myself with great interest.

    There were quite a lot of ingredients prepared. Seeing me doing it myself, Zi Xuan, Zi'er, Nian Xue, Dao Qing, Xiao Yun, Zhu and others also found it interesting and started taking action one after another.  The wind was so distracted that he didn't join us. He sat aside and tuned the piano, occasionally glancing at us.

    Although I have not cooked for a long time, I have not forgotten some basic things. I saw that no one in this group of women roasted suckling pig.  Just do it yourself - turn the grill!

    The little pig that was penetrated from front to back was covered with a layer of seasoning.  The greasy oil gradually oozes out of the pig skin, turning golden brown amidst the sizzling crunch, and an alluring fragrance slowly wafts away

    I watched the piglet with all my concentration.  Depending on the heat, turn the handle from time to time.  Just right.  Well, plus a palace chef occasionally gives some advice.

    When most of the roasted suckling pig in front of me turned golden brown, Zi Xuan brought a cup of tea, handed it to me gently, and said softly: "Your Majesty, have a cup of tea first and take a rest."

    Hearing the sound, he turned his head and met her eyes.  Like a touch of autumn water.  Clear and moving, pure and flawless.

    Stayed for a while.  After taking the teacup, he signaled to the imperial chef next to him to take over, then stood up and came to the pavilion where Feng Piaoran was.

    Feng Piaoran was about to stand up and salute, but I had already said, "No, I'm in a bad mood right now. Can I play a song?"

    Smiling slightly, Feng Piaoran sat down gently again and plucked the strings.

    "Dong dong" sounded a few times, and a beautiful piano sound began to linger low.

    I took a sip, sat by the pavilion, put my legs on the seat in front of me without any image, looked at her, and listened quietly.

    Feng Piaoran's piano skills have reached the stage of transformation, but she can be seen playing, wiping, cutting, twisting, hooking, picking, sliding, and all kinds of common and uncommon techniques are on display one after another. Her slender fingers are moving lightly on the strings, sometimes quickly.  Slowly, with occasional pauses, but you can hear the wonderful sound echoing in the air.

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    The sound of the piano also gradually began to change. Suddenly it was fierce and horizontal, high and majestic, like thousands of troops charging into battle, fierce and majestic, thrilling; suddenly the eagle spread its wings, proudly soaring into the clouds, rushing ninety thousand miles away, soaring into the sky; suddenly like  The pearls fall on the jade plate, ethereal and quiet, with a hint of regret; suddenly the spring water flows through the mountain stream, the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant, and the fallen flowers are falling Countless artistic conceptions are mixed in the sound of the piano, floating directly into the hearts of the people, and finally transformed into relatives.  The care, like whispering love words between lovers, gradually becomes deeper

    When the song ended, no one woke up. It was not until Piao Ran gently reminded me that I was suddenly surprised and sighed: "The sound of Piao Ran's piano is truly a heavenly sound. To be able to hear it, I am truly lucky.  "

    Dao Qing took two steps forward, turned his eyes, and sincerely praised: "Today's barbecue, I thought it would have an impact on everyone, but I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful sound of the piano."

    Zi'er is right to the point: "Piaoran's piano skills have long passed the stage of being influenced by external objects, and have been able to harmonize with heaven and earth. Now this scene is just ordinary."

    Feng Piaoran smiled modestly: "This is only possible because I feel the emotions of His Majesty and the ladies. Normally, Piaoran wouldn't be able to play it."

    "Forget it, of course there is no mention of Piaoran's piano sound." I greeted everyone, "Zi'er, take Piaoran over and see if there is anything she likes."

    Zi'er gently pulled Fengpiaoran and exited the pavilion. Daoqing and others looked at me and left without saying anything. Only Zixuan stayed.

    Looking into the distanceSeeing those graceful and graceful people in the place, my mind gradually became brighter and I smiled: "It seems that I am really insistent. How can we kill at will when there are more than a thousand people? Everyone has parents, wives and children, and they just want to  It's just a good life. Forget it, except for those magic sticks and leaders, as well as the villagers who participated in kidnapping the children, the rest will not be punished, and they will be escorted to Lintao. Inform Meng Gong that these people will be housed separately. If  If anyone dares to spread heresy again, he will be killed."

    Zi Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who will handle it?"

    I thought about it and said, "Wangxue is a little frustrated because she didn't catch Wanyan Yunhua. Let her and Mengxue go this time, just to relax."

    Zi Xuan brought the pen and ink, I wrote an edict and had someone give it to Wang Xue.

    The guard who delivered the edict had just left when Ju hurried over with a memorial.

    "What's the matter again?" I frowned and took the memorial, looked through it, and suddenly smiled:

    "The Japanese army is coming back."

    Today I feel really depressed and angry. I don¡¯t know who caused this. My ordinary mother went to find a fortune teller and said that my father¡¯s death was because our family was too unlucky and had offended something.  I spent 900 yuan and asked the other party to do it. In the end, I got back a red paper bag, which I asked to put under Fan Fan¡¯s pillow, and I told him not to let Fan Fan see it.

    Pingfan didn¡¯t believe it at the time, but seeing his mother like this, it was difficult to refuse, so he had to agree.  After my mother left, I opened it and saw several ghostly drawings.  It's obvious that you were deceived.  Pingfan was so angry that he asked his mother, but she didn't tell her who sold it to her. She also said that I was ignorant. She started crying while talking, so Pingfan didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only admit it.

    These god sticks, nine hundred yuan, just hit the water, not only can't say, but also trained by mother like this.

    ¡°Comfort yourself. Fortunately, my mother only had 900 yuan at that time. If she had 1,000 yuan, wouldn¡¯t she lose more?  Rejoice, rejoice!
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