After a long time, the emperor came back to his senses, and when he read the two memorials again, he no longer had the same cold feeling as before.
Eunuch Zhao was a man who was very good at figuring out what was going on. One look at the emperor's expression and he knew that this incident was probably over.
"Su Zi is of the bloodline of the prince, so he still has some weight with your majesty." Thinking like this, he planned to tell his majesty the information he had obtained when he asked again.
Because part of the power he controls is to collect intelligence through secret forces, with different emphasis, it just adds some details outside of the secret.
After a while, the emperor asked as expected: "Dexi, is there anything else that has been reported about Su Ziji? Let me tell you."
This is the benefit of being prepared for a rainy day. Although the emperor did not specifically order it, Eunuch Zhao has always had people keep an eye on Su Ziji and collect information, so as not to have nothing to say at this time.
At this point, saying you don't know will make the emperor dissatisfied. If you have made preparations in advance, there is no need to be afraid.
Eunuch Zhao said jokingly: "I really know one thing."
He immediately cleared his throat and read a poem in front of the emperor.
"The solitary wild goose does not drink and peck, but the flying chirps are heard by the flock."
"Who can pity a shadow and miss each other through thousands of clouds?"
"Looking away seems like seeing, and mourning seems like hearing more."
"Wild crows have no thoughts and make a lot of noise."
"This is a poem written by Mr. Su in Shun'an Mansion." After reciting it, Eunuch Zhao said with a smile.
Although this poem conveys a sense of aloofness, and may even be a metaphor for things and people, it still makes people's eyes light up after reading it.
The emperor listened and nodded: "What a poem!"
"I knew he was good at poetry, but I didn't expect that after leaving Beijing, he could write such good poems. This time it's not about romance, but a bit of artistic conception."
After finishing speaking, he read it silently again and smiled: "I never thought that a poet could come from my family!"
As soon as these words came out, Eunuch Zhao below was immediately shocked. He quickly lowered his head deeper to hide the surprise on his face.
"Your Majesty actually took the initiative to say this. Does it mean that His Majesty has finally made up his mind to create a genealogy for Su Zi?"
"That's right, the purpose of letting Su Ziji leave the capital this time is to see his ability and character. If he is suitable, he may be recognized. If he can't get out of the little mud hole in Shun'an Mansion, he may be
He will be appointed as an ordinary official."
"The King of Qi and the King of Shu frequently fought, and King Lu was eager to try, but His Majesty did not stop him strictly, and sometimes even added fuel to the flames. Now he wants to drag a little grandson into the battle. In the end, will he fight out a
The strongest person?"
Going deeper, Eunuch Zhao didn't even dare to think or guess.
Hearing His Majesty in the top position cough a few times, he hurriedly held the spittoon and came forward. Looking at the Emperor whose face turned rosy due to coughing, Eunuch Zhao carefully advised: "Your Majesty, you have been tired for the whole day. Take a rest."
Bar."
"Well, wait until I finish writing this imperial edict."
The emperor touched his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, and asked Eunuch Zhao to lay out the tools. After thinking about it, he picked up his pen and finished it with one stroke.
Eunuch Zhao was serving at the side and naturally saw the content of this imperial edict.
"It turned out to be Qi Hongxin, the magistrate of Shun'an Prefecture in Jin Dynasty, with the title of third grade?"
"Qi Hongxin seems to be begging for the bones? Is Your Majesty trying to save him? Or...is he knowing that his life span is short, remembering his hard work in the past, and finally giving him a little favor?"
The imperial court's posthumous honors and honors vary from dynasty to dynasty. The custom of Dazheng was to be of third rank or above. The Ministry of Rites and Rites judged the merits and demerits of a lifetime and gave them posthumous titles.
Those below the third grade, unless specially granted, will not fend for themselves.
If you die with a third-grade official rank, and if you die with the status of a prefect, the funeral arrangements will be different.
That's true. It's actually the same situation as mentioning a low-ranking concubine's status when she's about to die.
It may not be that he is really satisfied with this person, but he finally realized that there is hard work without credit, or someone mentioned the credit and hard work of this person at this time, so the emperor took advantage of the situation.
"In the final analysis, I should still be satisfied with the choice of Su Ziji, the little emperor's grandson, so I followed Su Ziji's wishes and did not deal with Qi Hongxin."
"And being promoted to Qi Hongxin's official rank is also telling Su Ziji, the young grandson of the emperor, that this choice is right and is in compliance with the holy will?"
Tracing back to the origin, it probably has something to do with His Majesty getting old.
As people get older, they think differently.
Su Ziji avenged his father, and everyone involved in the case had to die a good death. Even the emperor didn't think it was wrong and looked on with cold eyes, and even offered opportunities.
But looking at the violent deaths one by one, do you have other thoughts in your mind?
Now that Su Ziji can ask for credit for Qi Hongxin, does it make the emperor happier?
After all, when it comes to the prince’s enemies back then...
"Why do I keep thinking about such treasonous things today?" When he thought of this, he peeked at the emperor's expression. Eunuch Zhao quickly stopped. He carefully dried the ink on the imperial edict and put it away, sealing it in a long brocade box.
After listening to the emperor's instructions, he sent an eunuch to Shun'an Mansion by boat to convey the decree. At the same time, he notified the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Etiquette to implement the matter. Eunuch Zhao immediately bowed and responded: "I understand!"
This third-grade title is just a rank and does not involve actual positions, so it can be implemented without the court's approval.
After finishing this matter, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Let's go to Yong'an Palace."
Yong'an Palace
"Your Majesty, you only used a small bowl of rice porridge today, why don't you use more?" Zhaoxia, the empress's most powerful female officer, was persuading her to use more for lunch.
The queen shook her head slightly: "If you can't eat, please leave."
Just as he was talking, he heard the eunuch outside shouting: "The emperor has arrived."
"Queen, are you having a meal?" The emperor came in amidst the respectful salutes. Seeing the empress leading people to bow down to him, he hurriedly stopped him. Then he looked at a few side dishes not far away and asked with a smile.
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The queen took a quick look and saw that the emperor was in a good mood, so she smiled and said, "If your majesty is still not using it, why not let them serve a few more side dishes and have a meal with my concubines?"
"That's naturally good," the emperor said.
The queen ordered people to prepare. The emperor, who originally thought she was just coming to sit around as usual, suddenly recited a poem to her.
"The solitary wild goose does not drink and peck, but the sound of flying calls reminds the flock. Who pities a shadow, missing each other through thousands of clouds? After looking at it, it feels like seeing it, and when there are many sorrows, it feels like hearing it more. Wild crows have no thoughts, and they make noises one after another."
"Queen, what do you think of this poem?"
Seeing the emperor like this, she knew that the emperor did not write it himself, but came to her specifically to recite it. Even though she did not mention who wrote it, the queen already guessed who composed the poem.
She was thoughtful, feeling a touch of joy in her heart, and answered with a smile: "It is indeed a good poem. Is it a new work by the emperor? Or which Hanlin?"
"I don't know how to write poems. I even wrote a few poems on the occasion of the festival. Although all the officials are always shouting about my poems, they are full of profound sentiments, elegant and majestic, and have great talents that are unmatched by others. In fact, they are just trying to coax me.
, my poem is very ordinary queen, you really can't guess it?"