The next day, Prince Hongli's Zongwei Feng Shu came to the Confucius Temple and conveyed His Highness's words to the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun, but the latter frowned frequently.
"What do you mean? The prince wants Paul Wenzhong?"
After Feng Shu left, Zhao Hongrun got up and walked around in the room where he had taken a break.
"Is Luo Wenzhong from the prince's side? It shouldn't be... If Luo Wenzhong is really from the prince's side, there would be no reason for him to resort to dangerous tactics and frame me in an attempt to solve the problem between his son and me.
Due to grudges, he should have been forced to have no choice at that time... So, is Luo Wenzhong the newly elected eldest brother of the emperor? Oh, there is a prince in the official department?"
"Hehehe." Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but laugh as he walked around the house with his hands behind his back.
"What are you laughing at, Your Highness?" Zong Wei Zhongzhao asked in confusion.
You know, when the Zongwei of the Prince of the East Palace just mentioned in a subtle way that he was not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the Ministry of Personnel, the Zongwei were afraid that their Highness would have a fit on the spot.
"The life of the prince seems not to be easy." Zhao Hongrun sighed with emotion: "You are obviously the prince and heir apparent, but you have to lower your status to win over the officials. Just for that position, the prince has to work hard enough."
"After all, His Royal Highnesses King Yong and His Highness Prince Xiang currently have very high voices in the court." Zongwei Gao Kuo said with a smile: "If the East Palace does not win over some officials from the court, it is difficult to guarantee what will happen in the future."
"So these people are living too hard." Zhao Hongrun shook his head and said with a smile: "How comfortable can you live like me?"
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All the sect guards looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
It's really hard to say whether it's good luck or bad luck to have such a highness on the stall.
"Your Highness, now that the East Palace has intervened, should we still investigate? And that Luo Wenzhong..." Wei Jiao couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Hongrun curled his lips when he heard this: "Do I have any friendship with that prince? He said he wouldn't interfere if he didn't want to. Who is he?"
"I am the Prince of the East Palace..."
All the sect guards were dumbfounded.
But having said that, the words and tone of Feng Shu, the Zongwei of the Crown Prince, made the Zongwei a little unhappy.
"But Your Highness, it would not be good to offend His Highness the Crown Prince after all, right?" Zongwei Zhu Gui advised hesitantly.
"Hmph!" Zhao Hongrun snorted lightly without saying anything.
It is undeniable that the relationship between brothers in the imperial family is the weakest, because these brothers will become each other's strong rivals for the throne in the future.
Therefore, those who become princes become princes, and those who become kings become kings. Throughout the year, except for festivals, there is almost no time to exchange brotherly feelings.
Even Zhao Hongrun, who had no intention of seizing his legitimate son, had only regarded Hongxuan, the ninth son of the emperor from the same mother, as his brother. As for the other brothers? In his eyes, they were just strangers with the same blood.
Oh, now we have to add the Sixth Emperor Brother Hongzhao. Zhao Hongrun still has a good impression of the Sixth Emperor Brother who speaks elegantly, has no airs, and can be an invisible benefactor in emergencies.
As for the other royal brothers, Zhao Hongrun would only say that he was not familiar with them.
Indeed, take Prince Hongli and Yong Wang Hongyu as an example. They are the same age, already twenty-five years old this year, while Zhao Hongrun was only fourteen years old. When Hongli moved to the East Palace and became the prince, Hongyu came out of the cabinet and was named King Yong.
,How old is Zhao Hongrun?
How can we have any friendship with brothers who we haven't met a few times this year?
If Feng Shu is the clan guard of the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao, and what he conveys is the intention of the sixth prince brother, Zhao Hongrun can consider it. As for the prince of the East Palace?
Forget it.
As a result, Zhao Hongrun did not take what Feng Shu, the prince's Zongwei, said to heart at all, and continued to order Zongwei to investigate anything related to this scientific examination.
In fact, he now knows that the internal governance of the Ministry of Personnel is quite chaotic, but the problem is that after all, he is only a supervisor of the scientific examination. His scope of authority is limited to this scientific examination, and he is not qualified to really interfere with the affairs of the Ministry of Personnel. However,
One thing is certain, that is, Luo Wenzhong will not let go of any of the various problems exposed by the Ministry of Civil Affairs in this scientific examination.
As for the prince, if he offends him, he offends him. He is just a stranger with a high status.
But what made Zhao Hongrun a little unhappy was that his Zongwei Gao Kuo was recruiting the two of them. It seemed that their whereabouts yesterday had been noticed by the people from the Ministry of Personnel, so when he asked them to go find the person from the Ministry of Personnel's warehouse.
When the treasury keeper was drafting the confession, he discovered that the treasury keeper had been transferred to an unknown location.
As for the new treasury guard, it was obvious at first glance that he was a new official who knew nothing.
"Has anyone in the official department noticed it?"
Upon hearing the bad news, Zhao Hongrun frowned slightly.
Although the extremely tattered cotton mattresses in the Ministry of Personnel's warehouse are still there, the problem is that if the witness is gone, the other party can just say that the cotton mattresses are caused by moisture and mold that have been accumulated in the warehouse for a long time, which is not a proof.
The people in the official department passed off the goods as good ones and lied about the payments.
"Forget it, let's investigate the fraud in the examination room first."
Pressing down all the unhappiness in his heart, Zhao Hongrun led the eight clan guards towards the rows of cells.
The first destination is naturally Mr. Luo Rongluo’s room.
Not to mention, Zongwei Shen Yu and Lu Mu were really ruthless. They sat on that bench and guarded Luo Rong for a whole day and night, glaring from the beginning to the end, making Luo Rong feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling uneasy all day long.
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According to what the two of them revealed afterwards, under the glare of their gazes, Na Luo Rong did not write any article at all, and only scribbled a few paragraphs before finally wrapping up the paper.
Zhao Hongrun felt very happy about this, and without saying a word, he asked Mu Qing and Chu Heng to take their positions, and continued the eye offensive on the second day.
As for Shen Yu and Lu Mu, Zhao Hongrun sent them to rest in the side hall of Confucius Temple. After all, these two guys were staring with bloodshot eyes. Not to mention exhausted, they were really scary.
After sending away Shen Yu and Lu Mu, Zhao Hongrun led the remaining six clan guards to continue inspecting the cell.
What makes him feel puzzled is that so far, he has not caught any clues about examination fraud.
In his eyes, all the scholars in the room were answering questions in a well-behaved manner, and the examiners, clerks, and handymen who often came to patrol seemed to be in charge of invigilating the exams in a well-behaved manner, and no fraud was found in the examination room.
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"Could it be that the fraud in the examination room is really true?"
Zhao Hongrun shook his head secretly.
In his opinion, since this incident has become a hidden danger in all scientific examinations, it must not be groundless. Then the question becomes, what method did those people use to cheat?
"It's so exciting. My brother was a master at cheating in exams back then. He helped so many people, but now he can't even catch those people... ugh!"
Faintly, Zhao Hongrun felt a ridiculous sense of twilight.
"How did we cheat in the first place? Make cheat sheets, pass down answers, take the exam for you... huh? Take the exam for you?"
Zhao Hongrun suddenly heard that the way in front of the Confucius Temple to let scholars into the examination room seemed to be by shouting a number, that is, a supervisor shouted the name of a certain student, and then the student took a number similar to the admission ticket.
"The card" enters the examination room. In other words, it is very likely that someone will replace the ghostwriter.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun immediately ordered a Zongwei to obtain the family registration, age and other information of the scholars from the Ministry of Personnel.
While he was continuing his inspection tour, Zhao Hongrun suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an examinee in the room on the right looking at him intently.
"Huh?"
Zhao Hongrun walked over calmly.
He unexpectedly discovered that the candidate seemed to have finished answering the questions.
Zhao Hongrun raised his head and glanced at the sky.
You know, the second exam on the second day has just started, but the candidate in front of me actually finished answering the questions?
"Could he be another strange scholar?"
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the test questions on the student's desk.
Following the four texts tested yesterday, today's test is on the five texts, namely "The Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "Book of Rites", "Book of Changes", and "Spring and Autumn". These five classics correspond to five examination papers respectively. According to convention,
Students only need to choose two out of five papers and answer questions from any two papers.
The student in front of me chose the two chapters "Poetry" and "Book of Rites".
Zhao Hongrun was not interested in the "Book of Rites". After all, the "Book of Rites" was a must-read for most scholars in the world and was one of the works of Confucianism. What he was curious about was that this scholar actually chose the "Book of Songs" as another book.
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"You seem to be very confident in poetry!"
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but smile a little.
After all, poetry, especially poetry with style and meaning, requires inspiration. How can it be done in a hurry? Do you really think that everyone is Li Taibai?
Zhao Hongrun looked at the poem written by the student curiously. Unexpectedly, this sight really surprised him.
"There is a lotus pillow in the water curtain, and the warm fragrance arouses dreams of mandarin duck brocade. The willows on the river are like smoke, and the wild geese are flying in the waning moon. The autumn color of the lotus root silk is light, and the beauty is uneven. The fragrance is red between the temples, and the jade hairpin is winding."
"The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are about to catch the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up. I look at the flowers in the front and back mirrors, and the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are two golden partridges."
"The incense of the jade stove and the tears of red wax illuminate the autumn thoughts of the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the clouds are left on the temples, and the night is long and the quilt is cold. The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not tell the story of separation and true suffering. One leaf, one sound, empty
Step by step till dawn.』
Looking at these three poems, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"This guy... is so talented in writing! But... why does it feel so awkward? Why are they all about beautiful women?"
Zhao Hongrun looked at the student carefully in surprise, but saw that this man had a handsome appearance and a hint of frivolity in his eyebrows. He looked like a romantic young man wandering among flowers and under the moon.
"It's really a weird thing!...It's strange that this kind of "elegant poem" would be chosen!"
Although he was secretly sighing in his heart, Zhao Hongrun still wrote down this son's name.