Chapter 62: Reading the memorials. Take a pen and paper. I will read a sentence and you will write it down.
Write with great strokes.
The tip of the pen jumps on the snow-white paper.
Neat handwriting appeared on the paper. At this time, Wang Yongji came hurriedly after pacifying everyone.
"Bang!" The door opened and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hai Rui writing something at the table with an expressionless face.
Before that, he was also confused and dazed by the sudden change of last night. After he came to his senses and dealt with the chaos in the county government, he quickly followed Hai Rui's steps and walked over.
He had noticed something was wrong with Hai Rui since last night, so he was naturally very worried.
Zhang Ziming died by self-immolation in the most heroic way. He believed that this was a great shock not only to him but also to Hai Rui.
"Gangfeng," Wang Yongji said as he was about to step forward, but Hai Rui spoke up without even looking up, "Don't step forward."
Since last night, he had sorted out all the thoughts in his mind, but he never told Wang Yongji about it, just because he didn't want to implicate his good friend.
Naturally, he could not show this memorial to his good friend, as he did not want to see another good friend die.
"Gangfeng?!" Wang Yongji was startled when he heard Hai Rui's words, but he did not rush forward. From Hai Rui's voice, he only heard calmness, as if the former Hai Gangfeng had returned.
For a moment, he felt relieved and was not too worried. As for the fact that Hai Rui did not allow him to go forward, he did not care.
"Gangfeng, the files and rosters have all been burned. But now that we know that it was the Yan Party and the Qingliu who worked together to settle the matter, there is no need to worry. The arsonists and those who left their posts without permission have all been brought to justice."
"We just need to investigate the Southeast matter according to the procedure, and it will be over," Wang Yongji sighed and said, "Gangfeng, there is a long way to go. As long as the green mountains are still there, why worry about having no firewood to burn?"
Wang Yongji sighed again and said, "Wen Zhao's death burned all the evidence, but it also made the matter worse. I don't think the Yan Party will press you too hard."
"You are the chief official recommended by the cabinet to Dinghai. No matter how the cabinet views you, now that the Censor is dead and the Imperial Master is in charge, I don't think the Yan Party will be too crazy..."
As Wang Yongji spoke, he had already started pacing around the room, and he looked much more relieved.
"You can write a petition or a memorial summarizing the investigation process. The cabinet will definitely ask you about it."
As he spoke, Wang Yongji's heart moved, and he looked at Hai Rui and said, "Gangfeng, are you already writing?"
"Well, it's fine to write it in advance. It's just a show. If they can do it, why can't we do it...ha!"
Wang Yongji was still chattering away, his words full of calculations for the finishing work ahead, all expressing his concern for Hai Rui. However, Hai Rui remained expressionless and continued to write.
However, what Wang Yongji and Hai Rui, especially Hai Rui, did not know was that there was a pair of eyes above his head quietly watching him.
To be precise, it is the "Memorial on Advising on the Establishment of Fasts and Builds Ceremony" which is eloquent but slightly different from the later "Memorial on Advising on the Establishment of Fasts and Builds Ceremony" due to different circumstances, or it can be called by its other more famous name: "Memorial on Maintaining Public Security".
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At this time, Dinghai County, east.
A cleared flat ground was now a ruin, and on the side, a group of people were standing.
The circular altar, made of bluestone and with a diameter of about ten meters, was engraved with delicate Bagua diagrams and various talismans on its surface, which was now completely charred.
Various ritual instruments are placed around the altar.
Silver bells, copper swords, bronze mirrors, and various incense burners and candlesticks were also soaked in mud and water.
The soldiers of Dinghaiwei have blocked this place.
At the outermost edge, the county government officials stood by, not daring to breathe, quietly waiting for the county magistrate.
"Swish, swish, swish." In the rain, Qingfeng stood beside the altar, and the raindrops hit the umbrella, making a dense sound.
A pair of clear eyes, as if ignorant of the world, blinked, and no one knew what they were thinking.
"Master, the altar has been burned, don't worry too much..." Huang Jin looked at the altar in front of him that had turned into ruins, and a look of worry appeared between his brows.
The master asked the national teacher to come to the southeast to preside over the Luotian Grand Ceremony, but this kind of thing happened before it even started.
At this moment, Huang Jin finally came to his senses.
Why did godfather repeatedly remind us before Southeast's trip that we should just protect the national teacher and not do anything unnecessary or ask any questions no matter what happened?
At first, he was surprised. Since the Imperial Master was appointed as the imperial envoy to hold the Luotian Grand Ceremony while thoroughly investigating the Southeast case, and since he, the governor of the East Factory, was asked to personally lead people to escort it, he must be supporting him.
What's the matter with not caring about anything and not asking anything? At this moment, after seeing this scene, he finally had some guesses.
The Luotian Grand Ceremony was decided by the master, personally managed by the cabinet, and the order was directly issued to Zhejiang. The Governor-General of Zhejiang personally dispatched troops and supervised the entire process. Yet it was burned down by someone.
Afterwards, the arsonist was thrown into jail without any resistance, and the general who evacuated all the garrisons that night was also captured.
Obviously, the water here is too deep, it can even be said that it is deep into the palace, and it is not an exaggeration.
Well, maybe this was the master’s personal nod, or maybe not, but thinking of this, Huang Jin didn’t dare to think about it anymore.
For him, there are some things that he cannot say no matter how well he understands them in his heart. This is the way to survive as a servant in the palace.
"No." However, what Huang Jin did not expect was that this young imperial teacher did not seem to take it to heart.
"Eunuch Huang, do you still remember the prayer to the immortals that I taught you to recite?" The girl turned around, her pure and clear eyes without a trace of impurity, and a smile hung on her fair oval face.
Huang Jin was stunned, not understanding why he was talking about the prayer to the immortal. However, despite his confusion, he answered quickly, "I naturally remember the teachings of the Imperial Master."
"What's the first sentence?" Qingfeng looked at Huang Jin with clear eyes, signaling him to speak it out.
Should I tell it? Glancing at the Dongchang officials and his own men around him, Huang Jin suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of shame.
It's not that he didn't want to, it's just that the prayer to the immortal was too childish, and when he read it out it always sounded like a little girl acting coquettishly.
However, at Qingfeng's signal, he still read it out loud even though he was not very willing in his heart.
"As long as your heart is sincere, it will work. A sincere heart can move the whole universe..." As Huang Jin spoke, the Dongchang officials around him all looked over with surprised eyes.
However, everyone present was smart and reacted quickly. They all lowered their heads and wished they were deaf.
"Yes." Qingfeng nodded and said seriously: "When clay is molded into a vessel, it is useful when it is empty."
"What's important is sincerity. The Luotian Grand Ceremony itself exists for praying for blessings. If its burning is also for the purpose of putting an end to the chaos in the southeast as soon as possible, then our trip will be considered a success."
Huang Jin was startled when he heard Qingfeng's serious words, and looked at the thin girl in front of him holding a whisk in surprise.
What do you mean, if its "burning" is also to stop the chaos, then this trip is considered a success? Did she see something?
"I'm not stupid." Seeing Huang Jin hesitant to speak, Qingfeng spoke frankly and crisply.
She saw it! Huang Jin's heart tightened, and then he felt helpless. The thing was done so blatantly, who wouldn't think deeply about it? Although the national teacher has a pure mind, he is not stupid.
"Master, what do you mean?" Huang Jin said, giving Qingfeng a probing look. The meaning was very clear. Did the matter of Luotian Dajiao just pass like that?
"Yes." After saying this, he flicked his whisk lightly, turned around and walked towards the carriage beside him. The Dongchang editor who was holding an umbrella beside him immediately followed him.
Looking at the young imperial teacher's free and easy back, Huang Jin opened his mouth, but in the end he had no choice but to follow him.
His godfather had told him to listen to the Imperial Master on this trip. Now that she had said so, let it be.
Looking back at the blocked altar that had turned into ruins, Huang Jin shook his head and got on his carriage.
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In the capital, Xiyuan, Yuxi Palace.
"Lü Fang," Jiajing, who was lying on the soft couch with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke, "Take a pen and paper. I'll read a sentence and you write it down."
"Yes." Lu Fang, who was serving beside him, heard the words and knew that the master was watching the world again. He responded and quickly took out paper and pen, "Master, I am ready."
"Hai Rui, the magistrate of Dinghai County, respectfully reports," Jiajing, wearing a black imperial robe, leaned back on the couch, resting his hands naturally on the armrests, raised his fingers, and continued:
"To speak the truth is the most important thing in the world, to rectify the way of the monarch, clarify the duties of the ministers, and seek peace and order for all eternity..."
Hearing this, Lu Fang understood that his master was visiting the southeast and had seen Hai Rui's memorial?
"Since the master couldn't help but read it in advance and even copied it down, I think it must be an excellent memorial..."
Thinking of this, Lu Fang smiled, dipped the pen in ink, and began to record.
"The king is the lord of the subjects and all things in the world. But he is the lord of the subjects and all things in the world, and his responsibility is the most important."
Jiajing read a sentence and Lu Fang recorded it.
However, as she wrote, the smile on Lu Fang's face began to fade.
Hiss, why does this smell feel wrong to me?
"..."
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