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When Zhao Xu met Xiong Ben in the banquet hall of Yanhe Hall.
On the distant official road in Suizhou, an official envoy came on horseback.
The envoy went straight into the city, held up the emperor's token in his hand, and went straight into the Suizhou official office.
"I have been appointed deputy envoy of Tuanlian in Junzhou. Where is Shen Kuo, the minister who was placed in Suizhou now?"
The officials at the government office looked at the token in the messenger's hand and the narrow-sleeved purple robe he was wearing, and knew that he was a minister from the Bianjing Palace.
So he quickly went down to the office, raised his hands and asked, "Who is the unknown angel here?"
"The emperor's kindness is so great that he has carried out the emperor's decree, and the young master respectfully obeys it!" The messenger said loudly: "The Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager has issued a compassionate edict to assume the responsibility of appointing the deputy envoy of Tuanlian in Junzhou, and to accompany the state to the capital, Shen Kuo!
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When the official heard this, he collapsed to the ground.
"Shen Kuo...is back..."
He knew very well what kind of life Shen Kuo had lived under his supervision in the past three years.
He was not allowed to write letters, and his friends were not allowed to visit.
It can be said that the guilty minister... no... the minister was offended to death!
And he knew very well that once he was resurrected, Shen Kuo would quickly become an important minister to be controlled based on his rank before being demoted!
For an important minister to be controlled, one finger is enough to clean up a place like his and select someone!
The envoy looked at the official's appearance and almost knew what was going on. He cursed in his heart: "Idiot!"
As long as the important ministers of the country are not stripped of their flesh, there is still a possibility of recovery.
Being placed in a local position is usually just a show-off. In fact, many people will deliberately make friends with such important ministers who have been criticized and demoted for the future.
If someone comes back to Beijing after recuperation, he can follow suit and become famous.
Even if you are not resurrected in the end, you can still gain a good reputation!
Such a stupid guy is rare in the world!
So, he turned to look at the other officials present, holding up the gold medal in his hand: "Who wants to take me to see Shen Kuo? I still have an edict to read out!"
Immediately, a young official in green robe came forward respectfully: "Angel, please follow me..."
…
In Suizhou City, in a lonely and broken courtyard.
Fifty-four-year-old Shen Kuo was holding a pen and sketching something on an old piece of yellowed paper.
There were footsteps outside the door.
He didn't pay much attention, he just focused on the things in front of him.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
There was a knock on the door.
"Is Mr. Shen at home?" a respectful and unfamiliar voice asked.
"Who is it!" Shen Kuo's wife Zhang came out of the back room cursing after hearing this.
She opened it and saw a group of officials at the door, all nodding and bowing with smiles on their faces.
In three years, this was the first time Zhang saw smiles on the faces of officials in Suizhou.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Zhang's temper has always been violent. When she saw the officials, she frowned.
"Is she Mrs. Shen?" The leading official bent down and asked, "May I ask if Mr. Shen is here?"
Mrs. Zhang became vigilant: "What are you looking for him for?"
The official immediately replied: "Please Madam, please quickly change Mr. Shen's clothes and bathe, and set up the incense table!"
Zhang felt that her brain was shutting down at this moment.
"What did you say?" she asked tremblingly.
"The Angel of Bianjing has arrived!"
"Emperor Daxing ordered the young master, and the two palaces expressed their favor. The imperial edict has been issued and Duke Shen has come to the capital!" The official raised his hands and said: "Congratulations! Congratulations! Madam! The officials of your house will return to Bianjing and rejoin the court to assist the young master.
host!"
Half an hour later, they were in the dilapidated courtyard where Shen Kuo lived.
Shen Kuo combed his hair again, took a bath, put on the official uniform that he had not worn for three years, and set up an incense table in the yard. His wife Zhang put on new clothes, and her expression was no longer tough. , but with some feminine tenderness and shyness.
With a creak, the courtyard door was pushed open.
A young minister wearing a narrow-sleeved purple robe walked in.
Outside the door, countless people gathered, and the faces of the neighbors who used to be indifferent, curious, or enthusiastic were now full of complimentary smiles.
The minister took out a gold medal, held it up in his hand, looked at Shen Kuo who had changed into his official uniform, and asked, "But Duke Shen denies Duke Kuo?"
Shen Kuo nodded, suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed his hands and said, "It's Shen Kuo!"
The minister immediately smiled: "Congratulations! Congratulations!"
He faced the direction of Bianjing and raised his hands: "The emperor's favor is so great. The emperor of Daxing ordered the young master, and the two palaces expressed the favor. On Dingmao day of this month, he issued an edict to the three provinces. Zhongshu Sheren drafted an edict, and Duke Shen came to the capital to assist. Little Lord!"
When Shen Kuo heard this, he immediately bowed his head in the direction of Bianjing and said, "It's hard to repay the death of Emperor Daxing for his kindness and the death of his minister Kuo!"
The minister cleared his throat, and then said seriously: "I am responsible for appointing the deputy envoy of Tuanlian in Junzhou. Where is Shen Kuo, the minister who has been placed in Suizhou?"
"I'm here!" Shen Kuo stood up and stood respectfully in front of the incense table.
"Shen Kuo, please accept the order!" said the minister.
Shen Kuo immediately knelt down in front of the incense table that had been arranged facing the direction of Bianjing, and bowed three times as a courtier would.
Then, he looked at the minister and took out the standard imperial edict.
The silk is made of fine silk, and the silk is embellished with pure gold dragon patterns.
Shen Kuo's heart became extremely excited at this moment.
Three years!
During the three years after he was demoted and resettled in Suizhou, his life was gloomy, and he could not even see the dawn.
A few months ago, the mournful news of the emperor's death came, which plunged him into deep despair - the emperor has died, the new king is young, and his resurrection is far away!
Unexpectedly, things have taken a turn for the worse now.
"My lord..." The minister's voice became vague in his eardrums.
So much so that he couldn't even hear what was being said, he could only hear some key words.
"I respect the Emperor Daxing's will..."
"Blessed by the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager..."
"Being the beloved of heaven..."
"When he was restored, he was appointed deputy envoy of Tuanlian in Junzhou, and appointed minister Shen Kuo to Suizhou..."
"You can be specially appointed as a court official, promoted to a bureau dedicated to manufacturing weapons, and Miying Pavilion to give lectures..."
Shen Kuo listened, kowtowed subconsciously, and answered mechanically: "God's grace is great, Shen Kuo respectfully obeys the will, and is willing to serve His Majesty like a dog or horse..."
As he spoke, he burst into tears.
The defeat of Yongle City was like a sharp knife, cutting his life in two.
All the light that was once dissipated in defeat.
All honor goes to silence.
In the court, his political enemy Cai Que was in charge.
The emperor, who trusted and valued him, seemed to be disappointed in him and ignored him.
Even if the emperor dies, there will be no edict or grace.
Shen Kuoben was already desperate.
However, he never imagined that he could survive from a desperate situation.
He even didn't expect that Emperor Daxing...actually ordered the young master specially...arranged him as the young master's minister...
A scholar dies for a confidant!
Shen Kuo kowtowed heavily in the direction of Bianjing, then kowtowed again.
When he stood up, his face was already full of tears.
"Shen Tiju..." The minister in front of him smiled and handed over the imperial edict: "Accept the edict!"
Shen Kuo took the imperial edict and touched his pocket.
What he remembered was that the ministers passed the decree and asked for a sum of money.
Just like the former Zhongshusheren, Hanlin bachelors and ministers had to prepare a sum of one hundred to two hundred guan for polishing relevant edicts.
pity……
He touched around but didn't find anything valuable.
He could only say to his wife: "Go and get the square inkstone from my bedroom, give it to the angel, and pay for the hard work..."
The young minister immediately shook his head and said: "No need, Shen Tiju. In the future, the lower officials will need to be taken care of and supported by Tiju..."
Shen Kuo came to Beijing to be in charge of the Ordnance Manufacturing Bureau!
This is an institution that everyone specializes in and passed down by the Daxing Emperor. It will be passed down to all emperors and will be guarded from generation to generation!
Needless to say, the closeness and intimacy with everyone!
How to handle a little Huangmen like him who has just entered the palace a few years ago?
What's more, Shen Kuo also had the title of Jingyan Officer who lectured at Miying Pavilion!
Of course Shen Kuo knew that convention is convention and rules are rules.
He immediately handed over his hand: "It's just a small gift, please accept it..."
The other party naturally refuses to ask for it, let alone dares to ask for it.
Because the people above him had warned him - if he dared to take advantage of Shen Kuo, he would be skinned!
Shen Kuo could not defeat this minister - mainly because Shen Kuo did not dare to give away the last valuable things in his family in front of his wife Zhang without Zhang's consent.
He knew very well that if he did this.
Tonight, I have no choice but to kneel down and wash the pestle.
Maybe it will bloom on your face!
There was no other way, Shen Kuo could only raise his hands and ask: "The angel is too polite... Unknown name?"
The other party immediately held up his hands and replied with a smile: "How dare you speak up in front of Mr. Shen?"
"A mere Tong Guan...is now walking under the command of Song Zhaoxuan..."
"It turns out he is Tong Taiwei..." Shen Kuo said with a smile. The ministers in the Song Dynasty all thought that they were serving the emperor's orders. They traveled to the border areas and pursued being commander-in-chief. So when they met the ministers, they didn't know their rank and complimented them with "Tong Taiwei". The other party will definitely be happy.
Tong Guan immediately laughed: "How dare! How dare!"
Shen Kuo looked at Tong Guan and thought: "Song Zhaoxuan?"
"But Zhengqing?"
Song Yongchen's pseudonym is Zhengqing. This is something only those who have worked with him will know.
Tong Guan nodded: "It's Duke Zhaoxuan!"
Shen Kuo nodded thoughtfully, he probably understood.
It must be an old friend who ordered this minister!
…
Yiyou, April 16, in the eighth year of Yuanfeng.
After trekking from Changzhou for twelve days, Su Shi finally saw the outline of Bianjing City on the horizon.
Then his mood became happy.
Looking at the majestic city walls of the Great Song Dynasty, he was riding a horse, his mood became extremely comfortable, and the pride in his chest was overflowing.
There is almost an urge to express it and write it down on paper.
But soon, when he remembered something, all the words in his mind were gone.
Because, when he wants to find a place to splash his ink.
In the Yushitai Prison back then, the images of the censors sitting at the top, holding his collection of poems and articles, looking for faults word by word, appeared before his eyes.
The Wutai Poetry Case made him dare not touch upon any real-life state affairs in his poems.
He doesn't even dare to praise!
Because, in Wutai Poetry Case, Li Ding and Shu Dan grabbed every line of poetry he had ever written and found fault with each word.
Even those poems without any problems can be infinitely amplified by them once they are caught with words related to real state affairs.
The days in Yushitai Prison were the dark days of his life! It was also an eternal nightmare!
From then on, Su Shi no longer wrote anything related to national policies and laws.
He could only write poems about Red Cliff, he could only place his hope in the illusory, write about Red Cliff and remember the past, imagine Gong Jin's time, and think about Wei Wu's whip.
So Su Shi sighed.
He rode his horse and spurred it forward.
The gate of Bianjing City soon came into view.
He rode over and arrived at the city gate.
A familiar figure appeared in front of Su Shi.
"Zizhan! Zizhan!" The man waved at the city gate: "I'm here! I'm here!"
Su Shi followed the sound, immediately dismounted, walked up to meet him, and bowed in greeting: "Su Shi has met my brother!"
The visitor was none other than Zhang Shu, the son of Zhang Fangping, the envoy to the Southern Court of Xuanhui who was in power and was a great favor to Su Shi.
Last year at Yingtian Mansion, it was the eldest son of the senator who personally sent his petition to the government on behalf of Su Shi, who finally allowed Emperor Daxing to grant Su Shi's favor and allow Su Shi's family to settle in Changzhou.
Although Su Shi has now recovered, the kindness of Zhang Fangping's family will be unforgettable by Su Shi in his life!
"Zizhan, follow me into the city quickly!"
"My father has prepared some wine at home..."
"How did brother know that I'm going to Beijing today?" Su Shi asked flattered.
Apart from staying at the inn along the way, he never told anyone about his whereabouts.
Zhang Shu laughed: "Zizhan is well-known all over the world. Since he went north from Changzhou, it has been spread all along the way! My father also sent people early to inquire outside Bianjing City. As soon as he heard the news about Zizhan, he immediately sent
I’m here to wait!”
Su Shi heard this and bowed gratefully: "Xuan Hui has shown great love, but Su Shi has nothing to repay!"
Note: At this time, whether Tong Guan is in Bianjing or not will be tested.
Let’s assume he is in Bianjing here.
Note 2: Shen Kuo never dared to recall his days in Suizhou.
Note 3: Shen Kuo has tracheitis...and the kind of tracheitis that he enjoys.
Note 4: There are imperial edicts of the Northern Song Dynasty that have been handed down, but they are from Zhao Ji... Here is a reference.
This chapter has been completed!