It’s a hot day in Sun Garden, Nanjing, and the summer cicadas are chirping non-stop.
"Mr. Ge, He Lao'er is coming fiercely. If we don't fight back, I'm afraid we will be in danger," Guo Duxian, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, said to Sun Jinding.
"Yes, Mr. Ge, Mr. He is like a raging fire. If we don't pour a pot of East China Sea water on us, we will be burned to ashes," Wan Ao, another confidant of Sun Jinding, the right minister of the Ministry of War, also said.
Others, such as Ding Shikui, who was in charge of the official affairs, and Jinbao, the supervisory censor, all advocated counterattack.
"Don't you know that if you are chased and beaten, you will suffer disaster sooner or later, but how can you fight back? Mr. He is known to be honest, but there is no evidence of his corruption; and he only knows how to recite poems and poems all day long, and write flattering articles to please your majesty.
, If you don’t do practical things, if you don’t do things, you won’t make mistakes. If you don’t make mistakes, I won’t be able to find an opportunity to make a move.” Sun Jinding stamped his feet anxiously.
All the confidants were thinking hard, but only one smiled and did not answer.
Sun Jinding took a look and saw that it was Jinbao, the supervisory censor. He unknowingly picked up a few strands of goat's whiskers with his hands and said with a smile: "It seems that Duke Wei has a countermeasure, but I am worrying too much."
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If Tang Zhen is Guan Shouzhen's think tank, Jinbao is Sun Jinding's sharp sword.
This man is thirty-five years old this year, named Wei Gong, and was a Jinshi in the 13th year of Chongzhen. He has a good relationship with Qu Shichun, the former governor of Guangxi, and has a happy relationship with Qu Shichun, Wang Fuzhi, and Meng Zhengfa. After Qu Shichun was executed by Zhu Hengjia, he was once discouraged.
Leng, became a monk.
However, after all, the six roots were impure, and he couldn't bear to see China sink, so he wrote a poem on a pillar in the temple, "The river is red, the wind is blowing under Huangchaoji":
The waves are blown away by the wind, and the waves are broken by the wind and waves.
The sound of battle on the beach is heard, the ice and frost compete with each other, and the thunder loses its strength.
The antlers and wolf heads are resting on the dangerous ground, the dragon and the tiger are in the sky.
Who called you Huangchao? It’s really a slander.
The rain is about to recede, but the clouds won’t let go.
The sea wants to move in, but the river refuses to let in.
If you smile in the morning, all chances will be lost.
As you get older, you have forgotten your plans, and when you get sick, you don’t have to worry about your safety.
They are dressed in iron robes and monk robes, and they are worthy of each other.
This poem expresses his complex emotions at that time, including the heroic spirit of fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty; the lamentation of being unable to recover due to bad luck; and the helplessness and unwillingness to escape into Buddhism.
It happened that Sun Dashi, the cabinet minister, was a Buddhist. He committed crimes and was exiled to Guilin in his early years. Unexpectedly, he turned around, met King Jingjiang, and became a hero of Conglong! From then on, he believed in Buddhism and believed that he was here today because of the blessings of Bodhisattvas.
So, I often go to the temple to burn incense. By chance, I came to the temple where the Golden Fort is located and saw the poem on the pillar in the temple.
"Eh? This word is well written. He is a talented person!"
Sun Jinding was moved by the thought of cherishing his talent, so he chatted with Jinbao. As soon as they chatted, he was amazed by this man's erudition and became his confidant. He knew that Emperor Guangwu liked to compose lyrics and poems, so he presented some of Jinbao's poems. Sure enough,
Longyan Dayue was appointed as the supervisory censor.
Scholars in ancient times valued knowledge and encounters most. From then on, Jin Bao was grateful to Sun Jinding. He used his position as a public official to eradicate many political opponents for Sun Jinding and became the sharp sword of the "Sun Party". With his former friend, "He"
Wang Fuzhi, the leader of the "Party", is a man with a clear distinction between water and fire.
Jinbao smiled when he heard Sun Jinding said that he had a countermeasure. The two of them got along very well. Ding held Bao down and Bao protected Ding. They have been together through thick and thin over the years.
"Mr. Pavilion, according to my opinion, He Gong's attack is in the wrong direction. Don't worry too much, there will be no danger!"
"Oh, Duke Wei said it carefully."
"He Gong sent people to criticize you, and the main direction of attack was 'corruption'. But how does 'corruption' hinder the imperial power? The Holy One is different from Emperor Gao. He often said, 'When the water is clear, there will be no fish.' With your holy family, and
How can I punish you for a mere amount of money? Therefore, there must be no danger but no danger!"
"Mr. Wei, do you think I can rest easy this time? In that case, just ignore them."
"Mr. Pavilion must not ignore it. Although the Holy Spirit has no intention of punishing you, if you allow the public opinion to attack you to rage, you will inevitably be under pressure and it will be detrimental to you."
"Then I will fight back against their slander?"
"Most of these people are public officials. It is their duty to report on rumors, so how can they slander them? Moreover, Chen Zengyu has many reasons to connect with the Fan family. He said that they are all lies, and the Holy Spirit does not believe it!"
"Then according to Duke Wei's opinion, how should I fight back?"
"Mr. Ge, Mr. He is attacking you for 'corruption'. Your Majesty is as clear as day about this matter. You don't need to defend yourself. You only need to fight back against his 'party formation'. The heroes of the past dynasties are not afraid of 'corruption', but they are afraid of 'corruption'."
To form a party, you only need to insist that Mr. He attacks you out of selfish motives. If the party is united and opposed by others, it will definitely make the Holy One hate Mr. He."
"Alas! He Lao'er's articles are very good. His Majesty likes his literary talents very much. It may not be easy to win over him." Sun Jinding sighed, feeling that he was not sure.
Jin Bao's eyes suddenly shot a fierce light, which disappeared in a flash, and he said with a smile: "If you say that he is in a clique, the Holy Emperor may not believe it. But what if someone from their own camp says that he is in a clique?"
"People from their own camp? You mean??" Sun Jinding's mouth shocked the boss.
Jin Ding's smile became even brighter, "In the past, Xiaguan, Wang Fuzhi, and Meng Zhengfa were all good friends, and they knew their tempers well. Meng Zhengfa was arrogant and ashamed to be inferior to others. Even if they were good friends, it was the same. He Gong tried every means,
Wang Euzhi was recommended to be the governor of Baoding and a minister of the border area, but Meng Zhengfa is still a small seventh-rank censor, so he must not be angry in his heart. The lower official is willing to lobby Meng Zhengfa and strike back!"
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Meng Zhengfa, courtesy name Shenggong, was born in Chongyang, Hubei Province. Strictly speaking, he was not a "party", but the former subordinate of He Tengjiao, the governor of Zhejiang and Fujian. Both He Tengjiao and He Wuzou were former subordinates of Emperor Longwu, so his political views were naturally biased.
"What party", that's all.
He was only a tribute student in the imperial examination, but he loved to wield swords and guns. When Li Zicheng came over, he recruited troops to resist, but was defeated and went to He Tengjiao's confidant Zhang Kuang. After Zhang Kuang's death, he attached himself to He Tengjiao. He Tengjiao was far away in Hangzhou.
When he was not in Nanjing, he always supported He Wuzou politically and was considered a peripheral member of the He Party.
The weather is very hot, and the desire for fame and fortune is even hotter!
I feel melancholy when I think that although I am quite young, I am still only a seventh-grade censor, and that Wang Fuzhi, who is younger than me, is already a second-grade official!
In fact, he has quite a lot of power as an official!
The Metropolitan Procuratorate of the Ming Dynasty divided the country into thirteen provinces, with a total of 110 censors. Each province had a patrol censor, stationed in the local area; a number of supervisory censors, stationed in the inspectorate, were headed by the chief of each province.
The Taoist censor is in charge. The rank of the Taoist censor is still seventh grade, which is equivalent to the department manager in later generations.
It may be that he noticed that Dao Meng Zhengfa's promotion was slow, and he was resentful. A few days ago, the great scholar He made a speech and wanted to recommend him as the censor in charge of Huguang Dao.
The censor in charge? Haha, the censor in charge! Meng Zheng was furious. He was doing it all over again, and he was still a seventh-rank official. He Ge was so generous!
"Sir, Jinbao, the censor of Guangdong Province, has given you a greeting," he was complaining when his servant suddenly announced that an old friend had arrived.
"Golden Castle?"
Meng Zhengfa narrowed his eyes and said, "We don't agree with each other, so we can't see you!"
This chapter has been completed!