The rest of your life

When he heard that Emperor Zhengde was coming, Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao did not dare to neglect, so they hurried back to the room to change their clothes. In a moment, Yang Ling python robe and jade belt, Zhang Fubao was wearing Taoist clothes, and the two hurried back to the "Huxian Hall" and met the Tianshi Mansion side by side.

Emperor Zhengde was casual. On his way south, his ministers treated the common dishes from Xiaomin's homes without caring about it. How could he wait for Yang Ling and Tianshi to go down the mountain to pick him up? Zhu Houzhao took Tang Yixian's hand and followed Yongfu, Yongchun and Xianger, enjoying the scenery all the way, and strolling up the mountain.

Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao were halfway through the way, and just saw Emperor Zhengde going up the mountain. Yang Ling hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, lifted his robe and bowed, and said with great tribute: "Long live my emperor, Yang Ling."

Zhang Fubao also hurriedly stepped forward to see him. Emperor Zhengde was in a good mood. Before Zhang Fubao could speak, he smiled and helped the two of them up and down, and looked at Zhang Fubao up and down. He smiled and said, "I remember that I had met the Heavenly Master when I first ascended the throne. Oh! I didn't expect that if I haven't seen him for two years, the Heavenly Master's style is still the same, but his appearance is even more handsome."

Zhang Fubao laughed dryly when he heard this, "Your Majesty, Xiaodao is Zhang Fubao, the girl of the Heavenly Master. Because Tianshi is not in the mansion, Xiaodao came to welcome the elder brother."

Zhengde's smile suddenly became a little stiff when he heard this. When he saw Zhang Tianshi two years ago, he had many ministers around him. He could remember clearly when he saw him. At this time, he saw her and Yang Ling greeting him side by side, and he was wearing a grand Taoist robe. He took it for granted that it was Zhang Tianshi. When he heard Zhang Fubao say this, he realized that the little Taoist priest in front of him had curved eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, and face like peach blossoms. His skin was tender, so how could he look like a man?

Yongfu and Yongchun remembered her, and they smiled and said, "Sister Fu Bao, long time no see, now he is a big girl."

When Zhang Fubao saw that the two of them were also followed, he quickly bowed and said, "Xiaodao has seen two princesses."

The three of them gave up the embarrassment of Emperor Zhengde's mistaken person. Zhang Fubao met Concubine Tang and Princess Xiang'er according to the ceremony. She answered with a generous answer and acted quite well. Yang Ling, who was used to her child, couldn't help but be amazed.

Yongfu and Xiang'er were both concerned about Yang Ling. At this time, they saw the husband, but they were not convenient to go forward to talk, and only conveyed their emotions to each other. This made Yang Ling look much more convenient. He gave a look with a stingy look. Who knew who he was looking at? Anyway, it made the two little girls smile with a smile on their lips. The heart was sweet, and this achieved the goal.

The two accompanied Emperor Zhengde to the Tianshi Mansion. At this time, the whole mansion had already received the news, sweeping the courtyard and preparing the banquet. The old Tianshi's wife put on her imperial robes and greeted her in a grand manner, waiting for the emperor's imperial guards.

After the group had finished their time, they arrived at the "Huxian Hall". Mrs. Tianshi accompanied the three princesses and the imperial concubine to entertain the guest room of the inner court. Although Zhang Fubao was a daughter, he was now in charge of the position of Tianshi. He served the emperor in the middle hall.

As soon as he saw the two "creditors" leave, Yang Ling relaxed and bowed to Emperor Zhengde: "Emperor, aren't you in Nanchang City? Why did you come in person? Prince Ning is only a few people, so there is no need to alarm the emperor."

Zhengde smiled and said, "I have cut off Ningfan and dealt with local officials in Jiangxi. I am very idle in Nanchang City. Thinking about the fact that Prince Ning escaped near Longhu Mountain, I came to visit and enjoy it. I didn't expect that you are here, my dear, so why did you come here too?"

Yang Ling hurriedly said, "Emperor, Prince Ning escaped into the deep mountains and siege and was hiding under the command of the Barbarian King. It is difficult to find a clear trace. I know that Longhu Mountain is of great prestige here, so I respectfully asked the Heavenly Master to take out a horse to capture the imperial prisoner. I was waiting for the news of the Heavenly Master on the mountain, but I didn't expect that the Emperor would come."

Zhengdeqi said: "The Heavenly Master is an expert in this way. How can he capture the imperial criminals? "

Yang Ling hurriedly explained the reason, and Zhengde suddenly realized it.

He smiled and said to Zhang Fubao: "Since that's the case, I will also disturb the Heavenly Master's Mansion for a while. One is to accompany my beloved concubine to visit the scenery of Longhu Mountain, and the other is to wait for the good news from the Heavenly Master."

Zhang Fubao said happily: "The emperor is here, and the Tianshi Mansion is full of glory. This is a good thing that cannot be obtained even if you want. The honor of the path is so great. The emperor can stay there with peace of mind."

Zhengde nodded and said, "I have been famous for a long time in Longhu Mountain. My dear friends have always lived in Longhu Mountain. Have you ever seen Dragon and Tiger?"

Zhang Fubao smiled and said respectfully: "The small path lives in the mountains. Tigers are common, but is this dragon? Today, the emperor arrived, and the real dragon appeared on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He felt a breath rolling around in his belly, making him feel a little uncomfortable. However, the emperor was talking to the master, and he was inconvenient to resign. You Zizai was so patient. After hearing Zhang Fubao's obedient and clever answer, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Fubao carefully and said to himself: "This little girl is not as unreasonable as she talks to me. She treats people like this and is alert to the defense, which is very rare."

Emperor Zhengde was indeed very happy when he heard this. He smiled and said, "You are so good at speaking. The leader of the Taoist sect in the Southern School is proficient in talismans and elixirs. Is this kind of art of cultivating immortals and immortality? Do I have the chance to hear about it?"

Yang Ling suddenly became nervous when he heard this. If a king of a country is addicted to cultivating immortals and practicing elixirs, he will not be confused by the demons and thus confusing the world. The emperor is curious and wants to know everything new. He just had the aura of a wise king, so he must not be addicted to this path.

Yang Ling was about to dissuade him, but Zhang Fubao stood up from his chair, bowed solemnly, and said, "Cultivating immortals and practicing elixirs is the human affairs of the mountains and fields, which is not suitable for human lords. The emperor is the son of heaven, and he is under the will of heaven to govern the country and govern the world. It is enough to be an emperor like Yao and Shun, how can we abandon the big and chase the small?"

Zhengde was praised by her as a safe and comfortable person. He smiled and was about to tease the female Taoist priest who looked like a little adult again. When he heard a vague thunder sound passed by. Zhengde said in surprise: "It's winter now. Even if the place is warm and the plants are green, the sky thunder should not be shaken at this time, right?"

Yang Ling's face turned red and said, "The emperor forgives the crime, it's the minister... Uh, I think it's cold in my belly, so my intestines suddenly roar like thunder. It's not the sound of thunder in the sky."

Zhengde suddenly laughed, but Zhang Fubao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes as bright as autumn water suddenly emitted a greedy light: "The medicine has been exerted? I wonder how he is practicing this time. Is he going to become an immortal or be drunk as mud?"

Zhengde hurriedly asked, "Is it a problem? Do you want to ask the imperial physician to take a look?"

Yang Ling squeezed out a smile and said, "I am not in the way, I am worried about it."

Zhengde nodded and continued, "What I said is the reason. Becoming an immortal and a Buddha is ultimately vague. As the emperor, I should still govern the country well. Becoming a saint and wise is the ultimate truth. However, it is said that when Master Zhang Tian practiced the Nine Heavens Divine Pills in this mountain and at that time he realized the great way. The ghosts and gods were shocked, and dragons and tigers appeared. I think the atmosphere must be very spectacular. Now that I come to Longhu Mountain, I have neither seen a tiger nor a dragon, which is a bit regretful."

Yang Ling was still unhappy when he heard his chatter and his intestines were so painful that he could not bear the pain in his stomach. He had to take a long breath with his face and endured it. He thought to himself: "Nine out of ten... it was half-cooked that little girl Zhang Fubao, which made me suffer from my stomach."

While observing the changes in Yangling, Zhang Fubao responded casually: "Your Majesty, isn't there a pair of dragons and tigers on this Dragon and Tiger Mountain? There are dragons, hidden dragons, cloud dragons, and lying dragons. All dragon species are respected by the Emperor's true dragons. At this point, even if there are grass-roots dragons, they have to avoid them."

Zhengde smiled and said, "Oh? It turns out that the dragon from Longhu Mountain should be on me. Who should be on the tiger?"

Zhang Fubao pointed at Yang Ling and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, isn't it just a tiger?"

Zhengde smiled and said to Yang Ling: "Did Yang Qing hear this? This dragon and tiger should be on your monarch and ministers? Haha, it's so interesting."

Yang Ling held back his anus and was almost sweating on his forehead. He forced a smile and nodded with a very "gentle" smile, for fear that he would 'smacking' on the spot if he used his strength too much.

When Zhang Fubao saw the emperor happy, he took the opportunity to say: "The emperor has the wisdom of benevolence and sage, momentum and body, dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, natural posture, and the dragon rises and rises. Besides, the Duke of the country, both civil and military, the pillars of the court, tiger roars on the mountain, tiger... tiger head and tiger brain..."

Zhengde couldn't help laughing and laughed: "Is Yang Qing a terrible head and a terrible head?"

Zhang Fubao took a step back and pointed at Yang Ling stammeringly and said, "Why is the Duke looking at the little path? "

Emperor Zhengde turned his head and couldn't help but be shocked. No wonder Zhang Fubao was so scared that he started talking nonsense. Yang Ling's face was blushed and his face was distorted and ugly. His eyebrows were tightened and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat. Zhang Fubao was a little girl's house. How could he not be afraid of him when he stared at him like this?

"Yang Qing, what's wrong with you?" Emperor Zhengde asked hurriedly.

Yang Ling closed his mouth and said nothing, suddenly jumped up from the chair, rushed out.

Emperor Zhengde was shocked and said, "Where are you going?"

I saw Yang Ling walking in the tiger steps, running away without knowing where to go. A voice came from the sky from afar: "My memory, come out!"

Zhengde looked at Zhang Fubao for no reason. Zhang Fubao laughed dryly and said, "Prince, please see, the kingdom of Wei is a tiger general in front of the real dragon. The fierce tiger is a different person, which is also unique."

Poorly, Yang Ling ran all the way to the thatched cottage. After finally solving the problem, he cleaned his hands and returned to the "Huxiantang". Before he could answer a few words, he turned around and rushed out again. Three times, and Emperor Zhengde also saw that something was wrong. He hurriedly asked Yang Ling to go back to his room to rest, summoned the imperial physician to test it for him, and prescribed a prescription to get medicine and decoct it.

Yang Ling was almost dehydrated. Xiao Fu Baoer, who had caused trouble, felt guilty and couldn't bear it when he saw it. After practicing the pill twice, he piled up two people, which made people feel discouraged. However, she came up with another reason: To be immortals and enlightened, she naturally had to clean the land of the five grains and reincarnation first. Maybe the medicines she practiced this time were a bit wrong, otherwise how could there be a reason for the tonic to produce laxative effects after being prepared?

Zhang Fubao lowered his head, stood silently beside Yang Ling's bed with a pale face and a dying breath, clenched his fists and swore: "Poor Duke Wei, your efforts will not be wasted. I must continue to experiment unyieldingly without experiencing the wind and rain. How can I see the rainbow? I will definitely be able to prove the way!"

After two or three days of care, Yang Ling finally recovered. Princess Yongfu only visited him once. She was in the Tianshi Mansion and could see guards and servants everywhere. Although she was concerned, it was not convenient for her to visit Yangling. However, Xiang'er, taking advantage of her young age, often traveling with Yongchun to enjoy the scenery. She was able to see him openly, and Yongfu learned about Yangling's condition through her sister. She learned that he had stabilized and then felt relieved.

Yang Ling's physical strength gradually recovered, but his limbs were still a little sore and weak, so he took the opportunity to rest in the mansion. At this time, he was lying on the couch, holding a book to relieve his boredom.

He read the land as "Shan Hai Jing". Although there are Taoist scriptures such as "Mythical Path" and "Baopuzi" on the bookshelf, it is a bit boring for him. This book "Shan Hai Jing" covers a lot and involves many aspects such as geography, properties, witchcraft, religion, medicine, folk customs, etc. He only chooses some stories of gods and monsters to help relieve his boredom.

At this moment, the door opened, and Zhang Fubao walked in carefully with a lacquer plate. She was so arrogant that she was the landlord, and she was also the one who made Yang Ling look like she was. She felt sorry for her. So in the past two days, people often asked people to cook tonic items and personally brought them to Yang Ling for taking them.

When she brought medicinal food for the first time, Yang Ling couldn't speak the lotus that you said, but she didn't even speak, making Xiao Fubao angry and embarrassed. Later, she learned her lesson and brought the master of the kitchen to be a witness when she delivered the porridge. Only then did Yang Ling bit the bullet and ate it. It was fine for several times. Only then did he believe that the medicinal food was indeed not written by Miss Zhang.

Seeing Zhang Fubao come in, Yang Ling hurriedly put down the book, smiled and owed his body, raised his pillow a little higher, and said, "Just let people do these things, how dare you work hard on you from time to time?"

Zhang Fubao smiled and said, "You are polite, it's all Fubao's lack of skill in learning... Oh! He is not good at cooking, so he is tired of being so good at acting like this, so he should serve him."

Yang Ling smiled slightly, put his arms behind his head, and said easily: "Look at you now, you look like a big girl. In my eyes, you have always been the impression of the cute little girl two years ago. Two days ago, I saw you talking to the emperor, dealing with others, and agreeing, and I was so generous and decent that I was really surprised at that time."

Zhang Fubao wrinkled his nose and smiled proudly: "Originally, my brother has a lot of affairs. I come to visit the local gentry, officials and other Taoist priests of the Taoist government every year. I am welcomed by these things, aren't these things easy?"

She put the lacquer plate on the table and said, "The kitchen is freshly boiled and it's still a little hot, so put it in."

Zhang Fubao said as he sat down beside Yangling's couch, picked up the book and glanced at it, and said jokingly: "Why are you reading the "Shan Hai Jing"? I don't say that you are a strange power and a mess. You, a disciple of Confucius, a senior official of the court, have no one to match your fame and fortune. You are also beginning to think about joining the Taoist sect and pursuing becoming an immortal?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Let's just read some stories of gods and monsters to relieve boredom. Not to mention that ordinary people spend their entire lives pursuing becoming immortals and Buddhas, and they will exhaust everything and have little hope. So what if they really become immortals?"

Zhang Fubao curled his lips and said, "You have no chance to comfort yourself so much. You scholars pursue fame, wealth, but we those who study Taoism pursue the world to become immortals and live forever. We give up names and relics, want to seek, and practice Taoism in peace. Once you can attain enlightenment, you will not feel hunger or thirst, feel pain, live forever without aging, and die without illness, that is eternity."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "What's the good thing about being eternal like that? No desire and desire, immortality, what's the difference between that and a stone? Legend has it that I, Bao Puzi, Chen Tuan, and Zhang Tianshi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect have all become immortals. I haven't seen them come back for thousands of years. I believe that even if there is an immortal world, it is separated by humans and gods, and then becoming an immortal is to run to a strange place. If you live without desire and desire, immortality? What's the difference between being locked in a prison and spending time hopelessly?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Anyway, I like my life like this now. I have something to do, friends, wives and children, joys and sorrows, enjoying all kinds of happiness from a child, growing up, husband and wife, and children and grandchildren around my knees. As for gods, they have no hope or desire, and they have the same life day after day. I can't imagine what good is like in such a day."

Zhang Fubao snorted dissatisfiedly. Just as he was about to open up the air and debate with him, he coughed at the door. Princess Xiang'er appeared. Seeing that Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao were getting close to each other, the two were chatting and laughing, and they seemed very intimate. Princess Xiang'er suddenly became unhappy.

Seeing her coming, Zhang Fubao quickly got up to greet him. Princess Xiang'er returned the gift with a pretty face and said, "Well... the imperial concubine made some porridge for the prince. The princess was about to go out, so she brought it there and was about to leave. You can continue talking."

Zhang Fubao was very well-behaved and hurriedly said, "I dare not, Your Highness, please sit down. Xiaodao also wants to go back to the alchemy room to sit quietly and practice martial arts. He was about to leave, say goodbye, say goodbye."

Zhang Fubao stood up and left. Zhu Xianger took the food box into the room with someone, and then sat in front of the couch. He glanced at the palace maid who was with him and closed the door. Then he snorted jealously: "You guy, you are not honest when you are sick. He is a cultivating girl. Do you also want to make an idea?"

Yang Ling said funnyly: "What are you talking nonsense? Miss Fubao is a landlord. I am sick. She naturally wants to visit her often. How can it involve the relationship between men and women?"

Zhu Xianger raised her mouth and said with a humming voice: "I believe you guy, but Sister Yongfu is still a nun. Did you deceive me? My sister-in-law said that you are very good at coaxing women..."

Yang Ling sighed and said, "Oh! I am my own girl after all. I have only such skills and I still promote it for me everywhere."

Zhu Xianger was angry and laughed, and made a gesture and pinched his arm hard, then said softly: "Look at you, your complexion has not yet improved, and you are slickering again. You are not allowed to eat the things she gave me. I also brought porridge and I will feed you some."

Yang Ling said nervously: "If someone sees me and asks the princess to serve, it will be miserable. I'll do it myself."

Zhu Xianger glanced at him angrily and said, "Nonsense, will I serve you sooner or later?"

Seeing Yang Ling's strange eyes, Zhu Xianger's pretty face turned red and she stuttered: "Ah! I mean... I'm serving..., why do you think I'm doing this? Damn! Damn! I'll beat you to death!"

Zhu Xiang'er was so angry that she twisted and pinched her. Yang Ling hurriedly begged: "Princess, please spare me, I didn't say it was another serving."

Zhu Xianger said angrily with a red face: "You still say it?"

Yang Ling immediately shut up. Zhu Xianger glared at him hatefully, muttered and opened the food box, took out a small fine porcelain bowl, served a bowl of hot porridge from the jar, scooped it with a jade spoon, and gently blew it cool and fed it to Yang Ling. While he said unwillingly, "Oh, where are you smart? I'm trying to find the emperor's consent, so that we can be together openly."

"Um..." Yang Ling looked like Zhu Bajie, and only hunched his mouth to enjoy the beauty's service, and did not dare to deal with it for a while.

Zhu Xianger said: "Zhang Fubao is convenient for you to see you, but what about me? I have to make a bowl of porridge for you, and I have to pretend to be your girl's name. I feel really unwilling to think about it!"

Yang Ling suddenly opened his mouth wide and said blankly: "Ah? This porridge... are you cooking the floor?"

"Of course, Sister Yongfu also cooked porridge, but she was embarrassed to deliver it, so she asked me to deliver it. So I ate the porridge she praised while making porridge for you. I ate all her porridge, and the porridge I cooked for you was also cooked."

Another spoonful of porridge was filled into his mouth, and Zhu Xiang'er's eyes were filled with pride as if a child was competing for favor: "Hehe, is my porridge better than Sister Yongfu's porridge?"

“…”.

"Why don't you talk?"

"well……".

Under Zhu Xianger's female power, Yang Ling dared not to eat it. He was like a poor experimental mouse. He drank a bowl of rice porridge made for him with fear and tried it without any discomfort. As soon as he felt relieved, Zhu Xianger went to the table with a steaming bowl, walked back and sat down and said, "Is it delicious? Come on, eat some more, I have put a lot of effort into it."
To be continued...