It was nearing the end of the year, and there was a lot of traffic in front of Li Linfu's house. Amidst the heavy snow, a group of officials from Chang'an lined up in a long queue, carrying heavy gifts and handing over thorns, just to see the Prime Minister.
Since the left prime minister Li Shizhi resigned from office, Wei Jian, Huangfu Weiming and other prince's accomplices have been wiped out. Now Li Linfu is in charge of power in the court, and no one can confront him anymore.
Seeing this situation, officials of all sizes in the capital naturally knew how to stand in line. Regardless of the cold wind and heavy snow, many people blocked the gate of Li's Mansion every day.
But Li Linfu himself, sitting in the middle hall, looking at the snowy scenery in the courtyard, was full of high spirits and contentment.
As the saying goes, under one person, above ten thousand people, Li Linfu's holy family is prosperous, his future is bright, and he feels that he has no worries anymore.
At this moment, a servant came outside the door to report that Luo Xishi was back.
Li Linfu thought for a moment and asked Luo Xixi to go to Yanyue Hall to wait.
A quarter of an hour later, Li Linfu entered Yanyue Hall and saw a person waiting at the entrance, covered with snow, it was Luo Xishi.
Li Linfu asked him to come in, then sat on the group table and asked, "How are things going?"
Luo Xishi bowed and saluted: "Wei Jian, Huangfu Weiming, Li Yong and other prince's accomplices have all died at the hands of Xishi."
Li Linfu: "Where is Li Shizhi?"
Luo Xishi paused and whispered: "Li Shizhi took poison and committed suicide before Xishi arrived."
Li Linfu frowned and was silent for a moment.
Luo Xishi took out a letter from his arms, placed it in front of Li Linfu, and said: "Before Li Shizhi died, he wrote a letter in his own handwriting and gave it to his servant, saying that he wanted to have a blind date with you."
Li Linfu was a little surprised: "A letter to me?"
Picking up the letter, Li Linfu looked at the seal. Seeing that the sealing wax was intact, he couldn't help but nodded and opened it again.
I saw this written in the letter:
"When this letter is opened, I am afraid that I will be dead in a foreign land."
"The right minister is careful in his actions and ruthless in his methods. He will definitely not leave a way for the enemy to survive. It is better to go to hell as soon as possible than to sit back and wait for death."
After reading this, although Li Linfu hated Li Shizhi in the past, he couldn't help but admire him now.
Li Linfu continued to look down.
"The right prime minister eliminated dissidents and killed Wei Jian, Huangfu Weiming, Li Yong and others on the grounds of the censor investigating the case. They thought that they were doing things secretly and thought that the saint was completely unaware of it. However, although the saint was a man of great talent, he indulged in pleasure every day.
He rarely asks about political affairs, but he pays close attention to all matters in the court, both large and small."
"The right prime minister used the authority of the censor to kill people. The sage has known for a long time. The reason why he did not ask was because in the eyes of the emperor, Wei Jian, Huangfu Weiming, Li Yong and others, including Shi Zhi, are all people who should be killed.
The saint just borrowed Lin Fu's hand to clear away the useless debris."
When Li Linfu saw this, his hand holding the letter trembled slightly, and sweat gradually formed on his forehead.
The letter continued: "At the beginning, when a certain person asked the DPRK to resign as prime minister, the right prime minister must not have known the reason. Today, he will explain the reason."
"Whether it's Li Shizhi or Li Linfu, the left and right are fighting each other for power. They can monitor each other and consume each other, and they can also discern the thoughts of the officials in the court. The saint is not only happy to see it, but even deliberately balances it. Shi's temperament is rough and he is tired of the court.
There was a struggle for power, so he asked to be released."
"Originally, the two were fighting for power, but because Shizhi withdrew without authorization, the balance of power in the court was broken. The saint would definitely be angry with Shizhi. Therefore, I knew that my fate was not long, so I just accepted death calmly."
"When Shi died, the power in the court was left to the right prime minister alone. If the right prime minister feels complacent about this, he actually doesn't know that this is a big disaster."
"In order to restore the balance between the two phases of the DPRK and China, the saint will definitely lead one person to confront the Right Prime Minister tit for tat."
"One day, if the new prime minister wins the favor of the saint, Lin Fu will definitely lose power, and the saint can blame all the evil deeds in these years on your head, leaving a clean name in the history books."
When Li Linfu read this, his body was already shaky.
With trembling hands, he opened the last page and saw Li Shizhi's letter and the last paragraph.
"If you shun the world and leave the court at the right time, you have failed the saint's trust. Later generations will comment that it must be a mixed success. However, no matter how unbearable it is, it is better than the right prime minister. In the history books of later generations, the right prime minister must be known as a traitor.
Listed, it will attract the scorn of thousands of generations."
"I will die today in a foreign land, and my soul will return to the underworld. I will wait for my right minister in the Palace of Hell. I must see with my own eyes how Li Linfu's life is commented on in the judge's book of merits and demerits, and then I will personally send you there.
Endless purgatory, bear the punishment of mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
Seeing this, Li Linfu screamed and tore Li Shizhi's letter into pieces with his hands.
His eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. He shouted at Luo Xishi: "Go! Pull out Li Shizhi's body and whip it a hundred times. Don't let any of the old dog's family members go. Give them all to me."
killed!"
When Luo Xishi saw this, he was so frightened that his face fell to the ground. He did not dare to refute, but just kept saying that he was taking orders.
When Luo Xishi left Yanyue Hall, Li Linfu stumbled and fell down on the table.
Although it was winter, his face and back were covered with sweat.
Li Linfu knew very well that Li Shizhi's last letter not only made him angry, but also brought endless fear.
At the same time, Bachuan Villa.
Zhou Jun patted the snowflakes off his body, entered his small courtyard, then opened the curtain and entered the central hall.
The charcoal-burning stove and the incense burner filled the whole room with warmth.
Xiao Qingchan stepped forward, first helped Zhou Jun take off his outer robe, then stuffed the hand stove prepared in advance into the latter's arms, and asked: "Erlang just came back from Pang Gong?"
Zhou Jun held the hand stove and said, "I just went to visit Duke Pang and Duke Yin respectively."
Xiao Qingchan hung Zhou Jun's robe on the wooden stand and poured another cup of hot ginger soup.
Zhou Jun drank the ginger soup in one gulp and said to Xiao Qingchan: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I have to rush back to Chang'an to be with my parents. I will stay in the garden tonight."
Xiao Qingchan nodded first, and then asked: "Today's dinner, I heard that layman Song is coming too. Do you need me to inform the kitchen in advance and prepare more food and wine?"
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhou Jun waved his hand and said: "On the way back, I have already explained to Chun Niang in the kitchen that she will prepare the utensils and ingredients needed and send them to her."
come over."
At this moment, the curtain was opened and Hua Yue walked into the room.
She first untied her robe and robe, and then said to Zhou Jun: "I just went to Bachuan Market and visited the palace residents who had been arranged. Food, bedding, medicine and expenses were all distributed. In addition,
I also left some people to be in charge of liaison."
Zhou Jun nodded and said, "It should be fine. I have been busy for so many days and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
Huayue sat down on the folding bed, stretched out his arms, tilted his head back, made a "big" figure, and said: "The bridge between Jiazhou and Xizhou
The bridge has been repaired. All the fire clay, wood and stone for the construction of the bridge have been transported over. Once the third day of the Yuan Dynasty passes, the craftsmen will step up the construction."
After a while, Chun Niang took several maids in the kitchen and brought the pots and ingredients into the small courtyard.
Xiao Qingchan saw Chun Niang carrying a small pot with its own charcoal trough and stand, and saw about twenty kinds of raw and cold ingredients in lunch boxes, and asked, "Is Erlang going to cook a warm cauldron?"
Zhou Jun nodded.
Wen Ding is actually the hot pot of later generations. It originated in the Western Han Dynasty.
Firewood is lit under a three-legged cauldron to make the soup in the cauldron continue to boil. Then the raw ingredients are put in, taken out after they are cooked, and finally eaten with dipping sauce.
Later, in the Sui Dynasty, the tripod was turned into a small pot with a stand, and the firewood that was originally lit on the ground was turned into a metal charcoal trough. There were even ventilation holes on both sides of the charcoal trough.
mouth and smoke exhaust vent.
However, the name Wen Ding was retained in both the Sui and Tang dynasties.