Chapter 447 Why did you sacrifice your career for a stupid king?
When the door opened, what caught Zhu Changxun's eyes were two faces illuminated by torches, one male and one female, one familiar and one unfamiliar.
"Huang Bingshi, why are you here? The gangster wants to kill Gu! Where is that old beast Huang Qirui? He is the one who lured me here. Who are you, woman?"
Zhu Changxun was furious and questioned him like a barrage of questions. When he identified the Yunyan patch on Zheng Haizhu's chest, his angry tone was laced with doubts.
It was the first time for Zheng Haizhu to meet the great eldest son of the Wanli Emperor, who triggered the dispute between the two countries.
The first impression of him is that he is so fat that men cry silently and women cry. The important point is that his temperament is obviously stupid.
Born with a golden key in his mouth, he does not do farming, does not engage in industry and commerce, does not defend enemies, does not care about people's livelihood, and can get the love and wealth of the country without even using his brain, thus forming this typical loser.
The stupidity of the second generation.
Human brain circuits are developed in such second-generation heads. They are mainly used to respond to delicacies from mountains and seas, gold and stone, and beautiful bodies. They can appreciate Kun Opera and recognize Yunyan Buzi's official uniform. He is probably Zhu Changxun.
A relatively advanced intellectual activity.
"Prince Fu," Zheng Haizhu said coldly, "My official surname is Zheng. I am the Minister of the State Council. I am passing through Luoyang on official business to participate in the case of Prince Fu's rebellious behavior of indecent liberties with beautiful girls and hiding the crown of his dragon robe secretly."
Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment, then flicked the sleeve of his python robe: "What are you talking nonsense like, a bird official? The woman who wanted to kill Gu just now was the Xiu Nu instructor? Isn't she an actor? It was Huang Qirui who brought Gu to see him today.
This opera actor, where is that old guy named Huang? Hey, what did you just say? Dragon robe? Mianqi? Hiding alone? Ha, ha, ha, you are also an opera singer, right? Hey, you have no beard and no Adam's apple.
, What a woman? How did you put on this official uniform? Did the emperor and the ministers of the Ming Dynasty lose their minds and go crazy to do this for you..."
"Your Highness, be careful what you say, be careful what you say." Huang Bingshi became more and more anxious as he listened, and had to interrupt his master loudly.
A moment ago, he was watching Zheng Haizhu instructing Wei Zhongxian on how to deal with the Henan government. At this time, he was looking at the Dongchang fans in the courtyard, and heard Zhu Changxun talking about how his in-law Huang Qirui deceived him. Huang Bingshi no longer doubted that this time he was the emperor.
His will is to punish King Fu.
This ancestor, on the other hand, thought it was because when the late emperor was around, he still acted arrogant and domineering, and no one took him seriously.
Zheng Haizhu did not respond to Zhu Changxun's abuse. Instead, he motioned to the two fans expressionlessly, locked the door again, and allowed Zhu Changxun to continue roaring in the room.
Huang Bingshi followed Zheng Haizu's footsteps and walked to the waterside pavilion under the moonlight. He bowed deeply first and then said: "Mrs. Zheng, I understand the difficulty of raising military pay for the imperial court, but if I deal with Prince Fu today,
Just like how Emperor Jianwen used false evidence against the King of Xiang, how would Qingshi write about the emperor? How would he write about his wife? I sincerely ask Zheng Siqing to go up to Heaven to listen and make another plan."
Zheng Haizhu turned around and looked directly at Huang Bingshi, without ridicule or scorn.
"Huang Changshi, you are too insulting to King Hunan by comparing King Xiang to today's King Fu. King Xiang was a wise king, so was King Fu? Didn't the court not give King Fu a chance to be a good king, and did so twice?
Are you willing to do it? Mr. Huang, in my eyes, Qing History has some weight, but not that important. The Qing History of future generations cannot give us the millions of military pay that Ming Dynasty needs now, so why should I care about those light pieces of paper that can be written down
What words? Mr. Huang, when a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out. It’s up to future generations to evaluate their merits and demerits. It’s up to us to understand what we are doing and to have a clear conscience.”
Huang Bingshi glanced at the room where King Fu was imprisoned, and said solemnly: "How can you say that you have a clear conscience when Luo Zhi is trapped?"
Zheng Haizhu sighed secretly. These Confucian disciples who were stupid in reading seemed to have principles, but in fact the pattern of judging right and wrong was very narrow.
They also don't think about it. Compared with greedy and bottomless draining of people's fat and anointment, playing a game to invite the king into the urn to achieve the purpose of depriving the title is a kind of evil, but it is a small evil to stop a big evil.
Just listen to Huang Bingshi say again: "Zheng Siqing, the dragon robe Mianqi was found in the palace. Is it because your Majesty induced Huang Qirui to do it? Just because he can get in and out of the palace cheaply?"
Zheng Haizhu was noncommittal: "Huang Gong, you are very smart. However, it is true that arrogant things were found in the music hall of Prince Fu's Mansion."
"Ahem," Huang Bingshi was still arguing in his own thoughts, "If the court really needs money, just ask Concubine Zheng or Eunuch Lu to talk to King Fu, or directly reduce King Fu's food."
Zheng Haizhu said sternly: "Huang Gong, I don't know what rules you should follow when writing eight-legged essays when you take the Jinshi exam. I only know that when the imperial court moves the vassal king, it means 'teachers are famous'. The move of Prince Fu is only one step away from treason."
It was already far away. According to the law, he was demoted to a commoner and sent to Fengyang. It was his destiny. Prince Dechang reported it and assisted in the investigation. He also asked for the return of Huaiyan salt to bring in annual income and Henan Prefecture waterway tax.
We also cleared out four thousand hectares of food towns in Shandong and sent 600,000 taels of silver to the households. It is rare for a son to be disobedient to his father and possess both virtue and wisdom. If King Dechang succeeds to the throne of King Fu, he will surely become a virtuous king and set an example for all the vassals."
When Huang Bingshi heard the second half, he felt as if he heard thunder, and he was finally awakened by the explosion.
No wonder Huang Qirui, the father-in-law of King Dechang, was persuaded by the court to go into battle and become a pioneer.
Also, the salt business tax is at least 300,000 taels per year. The land tax in Shandong, even if it is eight qian to one tael of silver per acre, is 400,000 taels per year, and it will be collected soon this year. In addition to the cash donated
, once scraped Zhu Changxun's family fortune, and used 1.3 million taels in exchange for not removing the vassal, the result of King Dechang's ascension to the throne also blocked the fierce discussion at home and abroad. How could other vassal kings be stupid enough to jump out and challenge the emperor?
Zheng Haizhu used the light to see Huang Bingshi's complex expression, so he softened his tone and said, "Did Mr. Huang figure it out?"
Huang Bingshi had no intention of chattering anymore, so he just stood with his sleeves down and remained silent.
Zheng Haizhu continued to speak warmly: "Huang Gong is a talented minister, and he is also a virtuous minister. Why bother to sacrifice his future to a foolish person? A virtuous minister should assist the future virtuous king, and also help his nephews and nephews to study crafts and prepare for the Chunwei exam.
For your own sake, don’t you think so?”
Huang Bingshi had calmed down a little, and he felt the deep meaning in Zheng Haizhu's words. He couldn't help but raise his eyes and cast a searching gaze.
Zheng Haizhu nodded clearly: "Eunuch Wei has spoken for you. I believe him and give you the "Picture of Cold Plum Blossoms and Snow" as a token of respect. This time, another Duke Huang even bluntly recommended you to assist in your succession.
Prince Fu, I also believe in him, but after all, being an official is very different from painting, so I still want to hear what you mean with my own ears."
In just over an hour, Huang Bingshi experienced great emotional ups and downs. Although his psychological defense line collapsed, his thoughts finally began to be led by someone more powerful.
Unlike the cruel and stupid King Fu, the truly strong man sent him a signal that was half suppression, half approval, half guidance, and half threat. This made imperial bureaucrats like him, who still had great expectations for their career, very excited.
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Under the moonlight, Huang Bingshi seemed to be discouraged, but at the same time seemed to be energized. He softly put forward his plea: "Huang, I really don't believe that King Fu would hide the dragon robe and crown secretly."
Zheng Haizhu smiled faintly: "When you are master and servant, there is still some friendship. If you don't believe it, don't believe it. If you don't believe it, just keep it in your stomach. Huang Gong can tell Henan Mansion what he saw with his own eyes.
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How could Huang Bingshi not understand?
He lowered his eyelids again and said, "I am here, my official, to see King Fu and the nun who taught Xiu Nu."
Zheng Haizhu sighed softly: "If King Fu was willing to listen to Changshi's advice and cultivate his moral character, why would he be like this? Huang Changshi, let's go, let's go see Henan Mansion."