Whether King Xiang is related to the poisoning of the Queen Mother or not, this point has been discussed in secret countless times, and some people with bright eyes have guessed it... So if we just talk about this, there is really nothing surprising.
, it’s the kind of thing that makes you want to yawn after you wake up too early.
But colluding with Dongwu...this makes people feel completely sleepy!
If what the Ming Yushi said is true, what is the difference between King Xiang's move and collaborating with the enemy?!
In the midst of the commotion, Ming Xiaozhi lifted his robe and knelt down, and said seriously: "This matter is of great importance. The King of Xiang has collaborated with the enemy and treason, and has evil intentions. His ambition is clearly exposed. Your Majesty, please investigate to the end!"
After finishing speaking, he knocked his forehead heavily on the gold brick and held the bamboo tube high with both hands.
Seeing the intensity of the teacher's kowtow, the young censor Song Dian felt quite distressed - he suddenly felt that the teacher's hairline must have been pushed further and further back by the kowtow, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to move forward easily.
The four words "collaboration with the enemy and treason" carry too much weight, and the atmosphere everywhere is boiling and surging.
Fang Shen was also horrified - he never expected that the other party would pull out such a big move from his sleeve.
So the question is, can he still act in this play?
Feeling the atmosphere around him, Fang Yushi quietly stuffed the things in his sleeves again. He had better wait and see...
The road was really steep. He was afraid that he would accidentally overturn the car and throw His Majesty the Emperor out of the car. It would be very unsightly...
Emperor Qing Ming looked straight at the bamboo tube held in Ming Xiaozhi's hand, but first asked: "I wonder where Ming Yushi got this thing?"
There was something fishy about this matter, and he must not get carried away by a moment of anger.
"Back to Your Majesty, last night I was having a barbecue and drinking wine in the garden. Suddenly a white pigeon fell down. When it was picked up by a servant at home, it looked like it was already dead. There were rats in and out of the back alleys of my house. Someone once sprinkled some poison on it.
There is old grain for rat poison, just bring it here
The poisonous rat was probably eaten by the pigeon by mistake." The imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty said in great detail: "When I saw the pigeon had a bamboo tube tied to it, I opened it casually and saw the signature and seal on it.
I found out that it was a secret message from the King of Xiang——"
He has always given people the impression that he would rather bend than bend. This is certainly true, but it is also a persona he deliberately created.
After all, the character who would rather bend than bend is really useful - if he tells the same lies, no one will easily think that he is lying.
"It happened to be in the Yushi Garden of the Ming Dynasty. It was a coincidence..." Emperor Qingming's eyes were uncertain, as if he was trying to distinguish something.
"I also think it is a coincidence. What is even more coincidental is that after returning from the imperial mausoleum of Lingshan Mountain, I dreamed of the late emperor every night. The late emperor gave me many instructions in my dreams, but I forgot them after I woke up. For this reason
It’s been a few days since I’ve been uneasy..." Ming Yushi said sincerely, with a hint of sadness in his tone: "Now that I think about it, it may not be the spirit of the late emperor in heaven who is warning me and guiding me to reveal the truth!"
Is this a lie?
Of course not.
It's just a little improvisational trick to enhance the atmosphere.
The officials began to discuss in low voices.
Emperor Qingming looked intently at the bamboo tube that Ming Xiaozhi was still holding high, and said slowly: "Li Ji, bring it here and let me see -"
Li Ji responded "yes" and personally stepped forward to take the things and presented them to Emperor Qingming.
The moment Emperor Qingming saw the pattern carved on the bamboo tube clearly, his eyes became colder.
He took out the letter paper and slowly unfolded it. Two writings, one dark, one light, one black and one brown, came into view.
This handwriting does indeed look very familiar...
Emperor Qingming's cold gaze moved from one spot to another. When he finished reading the content written in the brown handwriting, his always gentle face seemed to be covered with frost, and his eyes seemed to be shrouded by gloomy black clouds.
Hope breeds fear.
"It's very strange. There was only half a family letter on this piece of paper. I read it last night and thought it was a family letter from the King of Xiang. I got it unexpectedly. I planned to have someone return it early this morning..."
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty didn't know when he raised his head and said: "At that time, I was already a little drunk, so I just put this letter casually beside the oven. I can pick it up again when I finish drinking and want to go back to the room."
When I picked up the letter paper, I saw that there was an extra half page with brown writing! When I took a closer look, I saw that it was written by the same person as the original half page, and it was actually a secret letter addressed to King Dongwu!
Only then can we discover this shocking conspiracy!"
The ministers were extremely surprised when they heard this.
At first glance, it was only half a face, but after a while, other handwriting appeared?
"Is there such a strange thing?"
"That's unheard of..."
Naturally, these are all euphemisms. If we put it more bluntly, it would be - isn't this nonsense?
Many officials looked vaguely suspicious, and it could be seen that the Ming Yushi kneeling there had a firm and solemn look on his face, but he couldn't help but waver - how could such an upright person like Ming Yushi lie? Even if
He is going to lie. People who come from Yitong Academy are always strict-minded, so why not tell a lie that is relatively less nonsense?
At this time, Song Dian asked hesitantly: "Did the teacher just say that he had placed this letter next to the oven?"
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty turned his head slightly and looked at him: "That's right."
"This reminds me of a possibility..." Song Dian was already out of the queue as he spoke.
He raised his hand and bowed upward, and said: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, there is a kind of fruit in Gui County, called lemon fruit. Its juice is used as ink, and it is written on paper. After it is dried, no residue will be left.
However, if it is burned with a small fire, the writing will appear brown again..."
There is no need to ask why he was so good even though he was an official in the imperial examination - it was just a normal operation as a student of Yitong Academy.
The hall became noisy again.
Xia Tingzhen also frowned slightly.
If you want to talk about other things, forget it, but Ning Guo...
He remembered that King Xiang came to Beijing this time, so he presented this object to the palace.
He also had an impression of things, how could the emperor not know about it?
Xia Tingzhen slightly raised her eyes to look at Emperor Qingming who was behind the Long Case, and saw that the emperor, who had always been relatively calm in front of officials, now had a look of storm on his face.
Emperor Qingming held the letter tightly in his hand.
After a while, he suddenly stood up from the dragon chair and said in a deep voice: "Bring King Xiang into the palace immediately to see me!"
Seeing the emperor trying his best to suppress his thunderous fury and suddenly leaving with a flourish of his sleeves, all the ministers knelt down to see him off.
Outside the main hall, black clouds were surging in layers on the horizon, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in the distance.
When the summer rain comes, the air is always sticky and hot, making even breathing feel uncomfortable.
The plan failed and he was grounded for many days. His mood was not much better than the weather. He was leaning on the couch and impatiently looking through a miscellaneous book. He picked up the tea cup on the small table and took a big sip, but was burned.
Just then, he was so annoyed that he spat out the tea, threw the book in his hand heavily, and the teacup also smashed to pieces on the ground——
"Trash! How can you pour tea for me without knowing whether it's hot or cold?"
