Zhu Meigui's canonization ceremony was held as scheduled the next day? Unfortunately, the weather was not good. It was windy and rainy from the morning, and it was pouring rain at noon, with snowflakes mixed in. The outdoor ceremony was all in vain. In the end, it had to be
It was changed to indoors. Moreover, Zhu Di suffered from rheumatism again and did not attend in person. He only asked the prince to act as his proxy, which made Zhu Meigui feel unsightly.
Even worse things were yet to come. As soon as the canonization was completed, the emperor ordered him to return to Taiyuan immediately and not stay in the capital. His thoughts of enjoying the scenery for a few days were shattered. On the day of his return, it didn't rain, but it didn't rain.
From top to bottom, no one came to see him off. Even his cousin Zhu Zhanji suddenly had a stomachache and couldn't come. The princes and nobles in the capital didn't even have an excuse and were nowhere to be seen.
Of course, their reasons are actually very good - court officials are not allowed to make friends with the vassal king. But in fact, no one cares about this prohibition, not to mention it is just a normal human relationship, so there is only one reason why the ministers in the capital treat Zhu Meigui so lightly -
-That means he offended Wang Xian.
The imperial edict has been issued, and Wang Xian has taken over as the Commander-in-Chief of Jinyiwei and is in charge of the North and South Town Fusi. Who would offend a powerful man who would never see him again for the sake of a vassal king who would never see him again in his life?
Standing in the empty official farewell pavilion, Zhu Meigui looked at the lonely southern goose in the sky and felt desolate in his heart. He finally understood that Wang Xian's words, "Even if you become a prince, you are still a pathetic creature", it was not true.
An empty threat, but a real warning!
In addition to being ashamed and angry, Zhu Meigui felt more regretful. If he hadn't had the idea of regaining his position and insisted on giving Wang Xian and others some color, he wouldn't have reached this stage. Thinking of the future, he would be considered
The Ming Dynasty’s number one spy leader was on his radar, and Zhu Meigui’s back felt cold...
In fact, he was overly worried. Wang Xian simply ignored him, a bumpkin vassal king. Wang Xian's attention was completely attracted by a newly rising force!
On the day Wang Xian was appointed as the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, a carriage drove past his yamen and dropped a man wrapped in a quilt...
This is really courageous! How dare you do this in front of the Jinyiwei Yamen! The Jinyiwei at the door chased him out and looked at the person who was left behind.
, but the gatekeeper Baihu still recognized it. Isn’t this Wu Wei, who has been missing for many days?
Baihu hurriedly asked people to carry Wu Wei in, and then ran to the back to report to the governor.
Wang Xian was in the mortgage room, discussing with a group of brothers how to proceed next, when he heard a report that Wu Wei had been sent back!
The meeting was closed now, and everyone hurriedly ran out to take a look, oh, isn’t it Wu Wei?! How could he be so virtuous?
He quickly brought Wu Wei into the room and asked the doctor to take a look at him. After some diagnosis and treatment, the doctor said that the injuries on his body were actually basically healed. The reason why he was still unconscious was probably because someone had given him sweat medicine.
"Then what should we do?!" Erhei asked hurriedly. He was the one who sent Wu Wei away in the first place, but now he came back sideways, so naturally he was most concerned.
"Just wait until he wakes up." The doctor thought for a while and said, "If he is anxious, I can give him a few injections."
"There's no rush." Wang Xian shook his head and said, "Let him wake up on his own." The governor said so. Of course the doctor didn't say anything, packed up the medicine box and left.
Everyone looked at the scarred Wu Wei and looked at each other for a while. They didn't know what he had experienced these days...
"Hey..." Erhei looked at everyone and sighed: "I'll guard him here, you go and do your work first."
"That's fine." Wang Xian nodded and left with everyone...
After the meeting, it was already dark. Wang Xian heard someone say that Wu Wei had woken up. Everyone hurried over and saw him lying weakly on the bed. After a few simple greetings, they all left and let him rest in peace.
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Wang Xian stayed, there were some things he had to ask clearly.
"Sir..." Wu Wei's eyes were filled with tears as soon as he spoke. He thought that he would never see Wang Xian again in this life, but now he has suddenly returned to the original track, which made him feel less and less for those people.
The hatred actually diluted a little bit.
"Didn't you go to the south? Why is it like this?" Wang Xian was also very excited. After a while, he took a deep breath and looked at Wu Weidao.
"Sir, we are being watched. Every move we make is in their hands." Wu Wei said softly, "As soon as I left Zhenjiang that day, they arrested me."
"Who?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.
"Shadow Guards." Wu Wei said with blazing anger, "They are the subordinates of the old eunuch Shadow!"
"Why did they arrest you?" Wang Xian said, knowing that his question was too redundant. There was only one reason why they arrested Wu Wei, because he was Doctor Wu's son.
"In order to threaten my father..." Wu Wei closed his eyes and said in pain: "The injuries on my body were caused by them tortured me and then used them to force my father to confess."
"It's a waste of effort." Wang Xian said bitterly.
"No," Wu Wei shook his head in great pain: "My father gave in. For me, he confessed Emperor Jianwen..." The more he spoke, the more painful he became. He buried his head in the pillow and bit his collar hard to stop the pain.
Lost his voice. "Just yesterday, they captured Emperor Jianwen! That's why they let me go..."
"Ah!" Wang Xian was also shocked. Although he didn't care about Emperor Jianwen's life or death, he cared about Doctor Wu very much. Uncle Wu, who was so righteous and righteous, actually betrayed his emperor. I don't know how painful it would be...
"Sir," after a while, Wu Wei calmed down, climbed up with support, and was about to put on his shoes and get off the ground. "I have to go."
"What are you going to do?" Wang Xian was stunned for a moment.
"They left me here, I'm afraid they have bad intentions," Wu Wei said in a deep voice, "I have to leave here quickly to avoid causing trouble to the adults and brothers." As he said this, he stood up, but was stopped by Wang Xian.
After lying back on the bed, Wu Wei looked at Wang Xian in astonishment and heard him say in a deep voice:
"Where can you go? Just stay here! Give those dead eunuchs ten courages, and they won't dare to provoke me again!" Wang Xian said bitterly.
"Sir..." Wu Wei choked up.
"If you're a brother, don't talk nonsense!" Wang Xian snorted coldly: "Hurry up and heal your injuries and work for me. I just took over Jinyiwei, and there are a lot of things to keep you busy!"
"Sir," Wu Wei took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "my injury has been cured by my father a long time ago, so I can get busy now."
"Well then, let's get busy," Wang Xian said with a relieved smile: "You've left me exhausted. I didn't expect you to be so important."
"That's..." Wu Wei looked at Wang Xian and returned to a familiar environment. He was so happy that he wanted to cry. But when he thought of his father, his expression darkened again.
"Don't worry," Wang Xian patted Wu Wei on the shoulder and said softly, "Uncle Wu's affairs are left to me..."
"Sir, please don't cause any more trouble to you," Wu Wei shook his head and said, "I think my father means the same thing..."
"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Wang Xian smiled and said to the two men standing by: "Shall we have a drink?"
"Drink!" Erhei laughed: "Why don't you drink!".
The ruins of Qingshou Temple have been almost cleared.
After returning to the capital, the monks from Xin Yan Xin Ci began to clean up the ruins day and night. Everyone worked day and night with a pious mood. When they were tired, they took a rest in the temporary shack.
, when you are hungry, eat some solid food to fill your stomach, and then continue working after you have rested.
Sometimes, no one said a word for a whole day. Only for an hour when it got dark, they would put down their work, gather together to chant sutras, and pray for the master who went to hell, hoping to reduce his sins as much as possible...
...Although Buddhists all yearn for the bliss of the West, all the monks are convinced that their master must have gone to hell, and to the eighteenth level of hell.
At this time, it was dark again and it was time for chanting sutras. The torches on the ruins were shining and the sound of chanting could be heard intermittently, making it look a bit ghostly. At this moment, a sedan chair was carried over by several strong bearers and stopped.
In front of the ruins, a middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard dressed as a butler opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and the Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty came down.
Zhu Di was already ill and it was still dark and cold, but he chose this time to come to the ruins of Qingshou Temple, which really puzzled Li Yan.
"If he is really dead, today will be his 100th day." Zhu Di said quietly as he looked at the dark ruins.
Li Yan understood immediately. It turned out that the emperor was here to pay homage to the old monk's Hundred Days Tomb. Of course, the emperor did not need any white wine to pay homage. As long as he came and stood here, it would be the greatest face. Zhu Di looked at Qingshou Temple
The ruins of the ruins fell into a state of trance. He clearly saw the half-god and half-ghost old monk sitting in the ruins and smiling strangely at him...
Yes, to this moment, he still didn't believe that Yao Guangxiao, who had changed his life and even written his own life, could die in such a confused way.
Zhu Di would rather believe that this is another trick of the old monk. He is tired of living in the capital day after day and uses this method to escape from his shell and go sightseeing...
Yes, that must be the case. Zhu Di secretly said to himself: 'The old monk must not be dead, he must not die...'
He was just such a friend. If he really died, the rest of his life would be too lonely...
At this time, Xin Yan and other monks noticed the movement and came over. The guards hiding in the dark jumped out quickly, but were repelled by Zhu Di with a wave of his hand: "These are all loyal ministers who came to rescue me from thousands of miles away. Please step back."
The guards once again hid in the dark, and Xin Yan and others saluted Zhu Di with their hands together.
Zhu Di nodded politely to them and asked in a low voice: "Have you found the remains of the young master?"