Chapter 102 Yangming conceals the sky

Li Dongyang walked out of the palace gate quickly and just got into the sedan chair. He immediately opened the curtain and called the old family who had been following for many years and said, "Hurry up, go to the Ministry of Rites and ask the Minister of the Assistant Wang Hua to come to our mansion to drink and make poems."

Wang Hua, the Minister of Rites, was the father of Wang Shouren, the head of the Ministry of War. He became the top scholar in the Xinchou year of Hua. He was the scholar of the Eastern Palace when the former emperor Hongzhi was the crown prince. His reputation and status were no less than that of Wang Qiong.

The Ministry of War is the most leisurely yamen among the six ministries whenever there are wars. The treasury department is located in the west wing of the second yard. In the summer, when the window is closed, it is so stuffy that it can't breathe. When the window is opened, the sun shook violently. Many soldiers and servants hid out of the house and sat in the corridor, chatting with palm-leaf fans.

A soldier wearing a shirtless sweaty shirt was splashing with saliva and talking about the strange story at Caishikou today: "I heard that Lord Yang from Shenji Camp is a descendant of the Yang family, a loyal minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. If you want to talk about the Yang family, the woman is better than a man. The beheading platform is one horse-high, and there is a rope blocking a meter away in front. This Mrs. Yang jumped onto the stage with a single step. She is really lighter than a raccoon cat.

Xu Shangshu was furious and personally took the stage to the prison. Hey! Mrs. Yang showed a painting, and the late emperor Hongzhi painted it himself, so she put it on her husband's head. This is something given by the late emperor. No matter if you are a prince, prince, prince, and minister, you have to bow respectfully when you are lucky. Who dares to cut a knife? Just like that, the four executioners were all dumbfounded."

A soldier was interesting to hear and asked, "Hey, the other lords do not have the Mo Bao protection of the Emperor, and Mrs. Yang did not protect them, so why didn't you cut them first?"

The shirtless man rolled his eyes and said, "You said? This is a concern that the late emperor had made mistakes. It is not an imperial edict to pardon Lord Yang alone. Who dares to be favored and cut half of it? How can the other criminals be willing to give up? What do people in the world think? The Minister of Justice is not ashamed to be disgraced."

The soldier was snatched away and smiled embarrassedly. These people surrounded a small square table with a large teapot and six or seven tea bowls on it. The shirtless man was talking a lot. He picked up a bowl and drank a few times before he found out that he had taken the wrong one. He couldn't help but apologize to someone beside him: "Oh, sorry, Lord Wang, I took your tea bowl by mistake."

The Lord Wang was Wang Shouren, the head of the Ministry of War Treasury Department. He was in his thirties, with white face and slightly bearded. Some southerners looked at him. Although his eyes were not very big, he was extremely spiritual. After hearing the shirtless man apologized, he waved his hand and smiled, "I'll drink it, what's the point?" He said, and picked up the pot and poured another bowl for the man.

The head of the lord was also wearing a shirtless sweatshirt, and he could not tell that he looked like a Jinshi. This gentleman and the seven sons of the Ming Dynasty led by Li Mengyang recited poems and painted poems and studied poems and essays. They were very close to each other, but when they met peddlers and barracks, they could chat very well. These yamen runners were very familiar with him and never treated him as superior officials.

Wang Shouren picked up the pot and filled it with tea, smiled and looked at everyone, and said slowly: "The emperor was furious because the feng shui of the imperial tomb would damage the country's fortune. I heard that the emperor had decided to move the tomb, so in this way, he would have to pay additional taxes. Although the three great scholars of the court temporarily stopped this matter, there was a damage to the dragon vein there, and it was probably impossible to increase taxes."

A yamen runner said, "That's not. Feng Shui is not a negligent thing. The dragon vein is related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty. What if it is really damaged?"

Another yamen runner interrupted angrily after hearing this, "What Feng Shui? Now the people can't live anymore. Do you still think about what happens hundreds of years later? My brother drove a small carriage and went to Tongzhou in the capital. It was also a hard time. The money earned in a year can barely live. With this tax increase, the income will be reduced. Besides, the profits of tax increases are limited, and the number of merchants who are willing to rent a carriage and travel for transportation will inevitably decrease. My brother is worried about how to spend the day, let alone those ordinary people."

A yamen runner shook his palm-leaf fan and asked, "I heard that Lord Yang hid the leak of the imperial tomb just to give the people a way out. Speaking of which, he is still a good official for the country and the people. But this Feng Shui is not careless. What do you think of the king?"

Wang Shouren pondered for a moment and said, "In my opinion, the existence of all things in the world has its own principles. Feng Shui is an existence, and the people are also an existence. Therefore, Feng Shui has its own principles and people have its own principles.

If the destruction of the soil in the square will affect the national fortune, then will it be more difficult for thousands of people to survive? Zhu Zi said: Get rid of human desires and keep the laws of nature. Isn’t it human desires to confine misfortunes, good fortune, and Feng Shui? It is not human desires to conquer people’s life and death for the sake of human desires, which is contrary to the laws of nature. Compared with the two, the small ones will take the big ones, and the lives of the people will naturally be the truth.”

Everyone nodded repeatedly when they heard this, and a yamen runner smiled and said, "The king has read a lot of books, and what he said is convincing. We are not able to compare with scholars who have been in bamboo for seven days."

After hearing this, the servants laughed. It turned out that Wang Shouren was fond of learning since childhood. When he was young, he believed in the truth and learned from the Tao. He once invited Taoist priests to his home for advice. However, those Taoist priests did not know any knowledge. Apart from reciting a few unreasonable sentences of the Death Sutra, they could not speak any other words, let alone knowledge.

Lao Tzu's Taoism is one of the nine ancient ranks, ranked among the three religions, and is a true philosopher. However, although Taoist priests today worship Lao Tzu as their ancestor, they actually mostly learned from Zhang Daoling, the Five Dogs of Rice Sect in the Han Dynasty, which is completely different from Lao Tzu's morality.

Wang Shouren learned nothing, and later went to study with the great scholar Lou Liang. He began to believe in Zhu Xi's understanding of the principles of studying things and understanding the principles. He once realized the principles for seven days and seven nights, but he did not understand them, but fell ill due to wind and cold. This incident was a fun story in the capital and is well-known. Therefore, everyone would laugh when they heard this joke. Wang Shouren was heroic and unrestrained, and he did not follow the ethics. Moreover, this incident has been made fun of many times, and he laughed loudly after hearing it without any unpleasantness.

A commissioner waited for everyone to laugh and said, "The King of the King agrees with Lord Yang Ling. I heard that the three Grand Secretary of the Cabinet also protect him. If the King of the King of the King of the King of the First Time encounter such a thing, what would you do?"

"Me?" Wang Shouren was stunned and couldn't help but think: "King, the people, Feng Shui, the country..." These things turned in his heart like a lantern. After a long time, Wang Shouren's confused gaze gradually became firmer. Although the officials and servants who were waiting for the answer did not hear the ruthless words from him, they clearly saw his answer. For a moment, everyone stopped the laughter on their faces and their expressions became solemn.

Yan Song heard from his colleagues that Yang Ling was imprisoned and went to the court. He was deeply grateful to Yang Ling, but he was extremely utilitarian. He could not even interfere with many important officials in the court. He was just an unknown soldier. Even if he submitted a memorial, he could not save Yang Ling. He also in vainly implicated his future. He did nothing but seeking a scholar's aura. Therefore, he heard that Yang Ling was beheaded, although he was extremely sad, he wisely did not even go to the court.

However, Han Youniang used the late emperor's Mobao to prevent the execution. As soon as the news of the emperor's detention and retrial came out, Yan Song's mind became active again. Some time ago, Yang Ling resisted the order to save his wife, but Hongzhi delayed taking Yang Ling. Yan Song tried to mobilize the sage to excuse Yang Ling, so he hurriedly wrote an article to create momentum for Yang Ling.

This time the emperor suspended the sentence and issued an order to investigate the magistrate. Is there any deep meaning? Yan Song immediately closed the door and carefully pondered the truth. He frowned and sat at the table, his eyes curled for a while. The wife Ouyang, who had just been taken to Beijing, saw her husband come back early today. As soon as he entered the house, he sat upright and said nothing. He hurriedly brewed a cup of tea and asked softly: "Mr., what are the difficulties that happened today?"

Yan Song respected the wife very much. Seeing that his wife had brewed tea, he hurriedly took it with both hands and said to his wife, "Oh, nothing. Today, the emperor issued an order to investigate the Tailing and sent three imperial envoys. He was also one of the three appointed by the emperor for his husband. I was just surprised that I was a new official and had no special performance during the palace examination. There were so many talented people in the Hanlin Academy. Why did the emperor only designate me?"

When Ouyang heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said angrily: "You, when you were not an official, you thought about being an official, and you wanted to be an official again. Now the emperor has used you more, but he is thinking about it again."

Yan Song quickly shook his head and said, "Madam, the power of heaven is hard to measure. If you can't figure out the holy will, the emperor wants you to go to the left, but you go to the right. Where can you still have a day to stand out?"

When Ouyang heard her husband's words so seriously, she couldn't help but frown and remembered. She pondered: "My husband, today Yang Han's family saved his husband in the court. I heard that it was thanks to the painting given by the late emperor. Could it be that the emperor also heard that you have a friendship with Lord Yang, so he handed this matter to you. Do you want you to excuse him?"

Yan Song paused and said, "Being a husband means not to guess whether the emperor means this, so he is very distressed. If the emperor intends to ask me to help Lord Yang, but the person who sent the order did not give any advice, he went back to the palace after sending the order. I have repeatedly pondered the order many times, and can't guess what the meaning is. If the emperor intends to excuse him, he should always give me some advice.

Ouyang said, "I don't understand state affairs, so I think it's reasonable. You said that a son-in-law annoyed a person and found a crime to beat the man's board. The man took letters with the father who was filial to his son to make friends. The official sent the board and asked someone to re-examine his case. Do you want to excuse him or still punish him?"

Yan Song's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head and smiled, "This metaphor is inappropriate. The emperor's painting is not comparable to a letter. The late emperor is kind and has given many ministers. It is not just Lord Yang... Oh! No, it's really different..."

Yan Song suddenly remembered what the assistant minister Cheng Wenyi said. The painting was a picture of a cliff pine. The picture contained the inscription written by the late emperor: Thousand feet of pine trees, even though Lei Ke had many programs, it was finally a pillar of the building. This was clearly the trust of the late emperor, and it was a high hope for Lord Yang.

Yan Song held Ouyang's hand and said excitedly: "For the husband, thanks to the virtuous wife, I now understand the holy intention, but... the three imperial envoys, one is the head of the Ministry of War, and the other is the Duke of Chengguo of the current dynasty. Their official positions are far above me. For husbands and their husbands and their private affairs, they should help Master Yang, but they are afraid that they can't support themselves."

Ouyang laughed and said, "My good husband, if the emperor intends to excuse Lord Yang, how could he choose you to take charge of this matter? Maybe the prince and the head of the Ministry of War have already obtained the emperor's secret order. You and Lord Yang have old friends, so there are not many people in the court who know it.

But the emperor has Jinyiwei, East Factory and West Factory. I heard that those spies are all over the world and are so powerful. Can the emperor not know? You chose you just to block the ministers' mouths. This time, I think you can just pretend to be deaf and dumb, and pretend to be a muddy gold Bodhisattva, and you will be in line with the holy will."

"Milky Fetal Gold Bodhisattva..." Yan Song also felt that what his wife said was very reasonable, but suddenly he thought that the emperor used him. It turned out that it was just because he had an old age with Yang Ling and did not favor him. He couldn't help feeling a little lost. The joy of guessing the holy intention suddenly faded a lot...

Outside the Meridian Gate, the imperial envoys were already lined up in line. Wang Shouren and Yan Song were not familiar with each other. After meeting each other, they stood there with their own thoughts waiting for Duke Cheng Zhu Gang.

"The current situation is that when the imperial tomb is moved, the tax will be increased, and the people are suffering and the country is uneasy. In the past, Fang Xiaoru did not regret it in order to uphold orthodox punishment of the ten clans. Now, why should my Wang family cherish this for the country?" His father Wang Hua's words rang in his ears again. Wang Shouren thought of the plan and felt a little nervous.

He has been fond of military force since he was a child, but he has never fought to kill the enemy and experienced the fight himself. What he has to do today is like taking grain from fire and taking huge risks. Once the matter is defeated, Li Dongyang and Wang Hua who are planning this matter may be killed. With Wang Shouren's determination, he couldn't help but feel nervous when thinking about this.

If you don’t have to increase the tax, you can only not move the tomb. If you want to do so, you can only prove that Jinjing has never been tampered with. In desperation, Li Dongyang invited his best friend Wang Hua to explain the national justice and set a dangerous plan with him: to conceal the situation and transfer the plan!

The soil samples of Jinjing are now in the Ministry of Rites, and Wang Hua is the highest official in the Ministry of Rites after Wang Qiong. Although the soil in Jinjing is very strict, he is at least 70% sure to transfer the package as Wang Hua.

The most difficult thing is Wang Shouren. He is the son of Wang Hua and is not a sour scholar who is superstitious about Feng Shui. Li Dongyang predicts that Wang Hua will persuade him to plot against this matter together. However, the difficulty lies in the fact that there are three imperial envoys in Kanling, not Wang Shouren. It would be extremely difficult to cover the sky and replace the soil sample retrieved by Tailing.

Li Dongyang and Wang Hua discussed with Wang Shouren and asked Wang Shouren to act according to the opportunity and carry a bag of soil with him. After taking the earth sample of the imperial tomb Jinjing, he found an opportunity to replace the soil sample, and then notified the family members of the mansion who were secretly following. The family rushed to them to repay Li Dongyang and Wang Hua. As soon as they heard the news that Wang Shouren was successful, they immediately went to the Ministry of Rites. Li Dongyang entangled Wang Qiong, and Wang Hua was responsible for changing the soil. The imperial envoy was in charge of the trip. The ceremonial guards followed each other and it was extremely difficult to avoid others' eyes and ears. The imperial tomb was not far away, so they could go back and forth on the same day, and the time might not be so calm.

Therefore, Wang Shouren's task is not only dangerous, but also extremely difficult. But what is the situation in the imperial tomb? Even a erudite talent like Li Dongyang and Wang Hua were not very clear about it. At that time, there was neither the imperial tomb for visiting, nor the drawings of the imperial tomb for ginseng research. Li Dongyang Neng had a quick idea when he thought of this idea and was unable to make a more detailed plan.

Wang Shouren couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. Duke Cheng was a loyal and wise man. Since the Hongwu Dynasty, three dukes have been named kings after their deaths, and their saints are extremely prosperous. Although Zhu Gang, the Duke Cheng of this generation, is old, he is not confused. He is an old man. Wang Shouren cannot guarantee that he can do something in his hands. Not only does the old duke refuse to let go, the hope of success will be extremely slim. Even the Hanlin, who looks like a thin bamboo pole in front of him, seems to be a simple person based on his words and deeds.

Wang Shouren thought of this and turned his head to look at Yan Song. Unexpectedly, Yan Song was also looking at him. When the two of them looked at him, they immediately floated away guiltily, each with their own ulterior motives.

At this moment, a large sedan chair with eight lifts came to the Meridian Gate, followed by eight guards behind. The sedan chair fell to the ground. The housekeeper lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and helped out a white-haired old man, wearing a python robe and a jade belt, and walked with a step and three steps, trembling. Wang Shouren was shocked when he saw it.

During the Chinese New Year this year, he also visited this husband with his father. At that time, Mr. Zhu's 14th great-grandson set off firecrackers in the pavilion. The old man was so angry that he chased his great-grandson with a feather duster around the courtyard. He was so steadily that he was so old that he had only half a year of hard work?

Wang Shouren rushed forward in shock and suspicion, and bowed deeply, saying, "Shouren greets Mr. Zhu, is your husband always safe?"

"What?" My husband's voice was like a thunderbolt, and his voice was loud enough: "Don't hum like a mosquito, I can't hear it! Alas, I'm old, I'm 80 years old this year, my eyes are blurred and my ears are deaf. I can't see it, and I can't hear it... Hum? Whose young man are you?"

"Don't even recognize me?" Wang Shouren looked at Duke Cheng in shock, and saw a cunning splendor flashing in the old man's eyes. When he looked carefully, he was still a pair of old and turbid old eyes looking at him blankly.
Chapter completed!