"Mao Xiang, you have been following me since the 20th year of Zhizheng."
Mao Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Since the emperor did not execute him directly, he could be considered alive for the time being. But whether he would live or die in the end depends on how he behaves in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mao Xiang said: "There is no wiser person than the Emperor. What the Emperor said is absolutely correct."
"How much I trust you, regard you as my nephew, and leave the most important things to you. Is this how you do errands for me?" Lao Zhu became angrier as he spoke, and slapped the imperial case with a loud bang.
He said sternly: "Didn't you keep promising me that your eyes and ears are all over the princes and ministers? How come you don't even know about someone secretly printing treasure banknotes? And it took six years to secretly print two thousand
Du Wan Guan, you don’t know anything about it?”
"How can a humble minister be so virtuous and capable as to be valued so highly by Your Majesty? I am incompetent, so please give me death!" Mao Xiang was so moved when he heard that Lao Zhu regarded him as his nephew that he burst into tears. He didn't even say a word of mercy.
Directly request the emperor to grant death.
After saying that, he kept kowtowing to the emperor, and the hard floor tiles made a banging sound, and after just a few blows, they were stained with bright red blood.
Lao Zhu looked at Mao Xiang expressionlessly, watching him knock down the floor again and again, and the blood dyed the floor tiles red in a palm-sized piece.
"That's enough!" Lao Zhu shouted loudly.
When Mao Xiang heard this, he straightened up and looked at Lao Zhu. The blood on his face mixed with tears left along his face.
Lao Zhu pointed at Mao Xiang with trembling hands. He was so angry that he was dizzy and said intermittently: "I will give you one last chance. No matter what method you use, go and find these traitors and traitors.
I will cut them into pieces with a thousand knives, cut them into pieces with a thousand knives!”
"Your Majesty, I obey." After Mao Xiang said that, he stood up directly, without even wiping the blood on his face, and hurriedly turned around and left.
Han Du resigned from Lao Zhu and returned home Shi Shiran.
As for how Lao Zhu would investigate the forces behind the secret printing of treasure banknotes, Han Du didn't care at all. Compared with Lao Zhu, he was alone, so Lao Zhu would be more responsible for investigating such hidden forces.
Be better at it. Han Du believes that since Lao Zhu can secure his position, he should have strong control over Ming Dynasty.
After returning home, Han Du announced to his family that he had successfully made the treasure banknotes and that the emperor had exempted the Han family from all culpability.
Dad looked calm after hearing this, but didn't react at all, as if everything had been expected by him. He was still minding his own business, holding the teacup and drinking his own tea.
My mother, Mrs. Liu, was completely different. When she heard the news about Han Du, a huge expression of surprise appeared on her face. She clasped her hands together and murmured to herself: "Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, it's finally over. It's over."
Already..."
After hearing what his mother said, Han Du was speechless for a while. He couldn't help but said: "Mom, I'm afraid this is not the credit of the Bodhisattva. This is obviously the credit of the son. If the son hadn't worked so hard to make the treasure banknotes that satisfied His Majesty,
Our family’s culpability is not so easily absolved.”
After hearing what Han Du said, Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes and retorted: "Shut your stinky mouth. If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will think you are mute. If you talk nonsense again and offend the Bodhisattva, see if I can forgive you."
Spare you." After a pause, he continued: "Why is it not the Bodhisattva who has blessed you? If you are able to make treasures, maybe the Bodhisattva is secretly helping you."
Well, Han Du has given up. There is really nothing to say to people who believe in Buddhism. Han Du himself does not believe in Buddhism, so naturally he has no feelings for Buddha. Whether it is words to compliment Buddha or words to criticize Buddha, listen to Han Du.
There is no difference.
But to my wife, Liu, who is a Buddhist, any disrespect at all is considered blasphemy against the Bodhisattva.
But Han Du is a little strange. In his memory, I didn’t believe in Buddhism. How did it become like this now?
I couldn't help but ask: "Mom, I remember that you didn't believe in Buddhism before. When you go to temples to worship Buddha, you just look at it as a surprise. How come you actually believe in Bodhisattva now?"
Liu's charming face blushed slightly, and she was in her thirties when her charm shines brightly.
The father on the side was distracted when he saw it. He couldn't help but move his sitting position and suddenly answered to cover up his embarrassment. "Your mother went to Tianjie Temple some time ago. I don't know why she was told nonsense by the old monk.
After that, I suddenly started to believe it.”
"Sir, what is nonsense? Datianjie Temple is the first of the three major temples in the capital. All the temples are eminent monks with superb Buddhist teachings. How can they say what they say is nonsense?" Liu and Han De
He defended. Although the master's words were rude and even somewhat derogatory to Buddhism, Han De was the head of the family after all, and Mrs. Liu couldn't argue with him, so she just defended him.
Han De did not continue to argue with Liu. As an orthodox scholar and a former second-rank official, Han De naturally regarded himself as a Confucian disciple. He had the same contempt for Taoism and Buddhism as always.
But if his wife insists on believing in Buddhism, then let her go. It’s not a big deal anyway, and it’s really hard for him to be on the same level as his wife.
Han Du didn't care about this. I can believe in anything, but I can't care about it anyway, and I don't want to care about it.
Han Jingyun had no interest in believing in Buddhism, but was very happy with the news about her eldest brother. The emperor exempted the Han family from all culpability, and she was finally able to get rid of that nightmare.
Seeing that the family was in high spirits, Han Du clapped his hands and suggested, "Today is a big day for our family. Why don't I cook more food tonight so we can celebrate properly."
"Okay, okay!" The first person to become happy was Han Jingyun.
Han Du didn't know why, but Han Jingyun was a girl, but she was particularly obsessed with eating. And her physique was the kind of person who could eat for a long time without getting fat. I didn't know that she always ate that kind of food.
If it goes down, it will be digested somewhere.
"What's good?" Mrs. Liu slapped Han Jingyun on the forehead. She couldn't help but blame him: "Your eldest brother is also an official of the imperial court. Do you really think of him as a cook?"
Han Shu's eyes lit up when he heard what his elder brother said. When his mother scolded his sister, the hope in his eyes dimmed.
Seeing Han Shu's depressed expression, Ms. Liu gritted her teeth and simply said: "If we want to celebrate, let's go to the restaurant to celebrate. Anyway, shopkeeper Gao brought us the profits from the workshop a few days ago. Our family is not short of this money now."