My historian is dying every day

Chapter 4 [The dead can come back to life]

"Brother, send my respects to Brother Huang." King Yu knelt down on one knee, "When I reported the flood in Huainan to Brother Huang, some spies heard a few weird nursery rhymes appearing in various places. Brother present."

Since ancient times, natural disasters are not the most terrible, but the people who use natural disasters to confuse public opinion.

Such people generally have bad intentions. They either use geomantic omens to confuse the people into spending money, or use natural and man-made disasters to falsely predict the rise and fall of the imperial court, or spread nursery rhymes and ditties to imply that the monarch is stupid and the courtiers are incompetent.

As early as when the secret report of the flood in Huainan was delivered to Qi Yu's table, King Yu's eyeliner reported to Qi Yu that strange nursery rhymes appeared in the flooded land. Now the report presented by King Yu to Qi Yu is Huainan eyeliner A collection of nursery rhymes from all over the world.

Qi Yu helped King Yu up, raised his hand to take the folder in his hand, opened it and scanned his eyes, his eyes darkened, but the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

He waved his hand, signaling Zhou Fu and other servants to step down.

"...Guangtian is full of rivalry, and three fields and one field are not enough. The river valley is full of water and the harvest is short, so I just ask the Dragon King for nothing..." Qi Yu slowly read the two nursery rhymes on the fold, and said with a smile: "Such a pun If this sentence is said to be sung by a child casually, then my country will really be full of talents in the future."

King Yu nodded with a smile, "On the surface, it seems that the court is doing nothing by taking advantage of the fact that the officials and slaves exploited the people, but in fact, the words of these four sentences are roughly put together, but they are more eloquent."

Guangtian Lixu, Guangli is "Kang".Three fields and one field can be regarded as three horizontal lines and one vertical line, which is the word "king".The river valley is short of harvest, and the grain shortfall is combined into a "desire". Adding the "emperor" of Baiwang in the last sentence, it is the four characters "Kang Wang desires the emperor".

"King Kang?" Qi Yu laughed again, "The people of Huainan are telling me that the dead can come back to life, and they want to compete with me for the throne again?"

King Yu frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Emperor, King Kang fled to Yuanwu, Huainan two years ago, died in the hut, and was reduced to ashes. Cerinwei, who went to search for it, did not find any concrete evidence to prove it. Death, perhaps behind this nursery rhyme is that Kang Wang escaped by chance, and his intention to make a comeback is unknown. Now that people in Dashui, Huainan are in panic, we should also be prepared and not give others an opportunity."

Qi Yu listened to his words, but his eyes fell on the sunset hanging in the sky, and he sighed faintly: "You mean that I shouldn't send Brother Xianhuang there."

King Yu lowered his eyes, "Brother Emperor, you have been on the throne for more than two years. Brother Xian helps you openly and secretly, and the courtiers are all for you. You know which side you stand on than your younger brother. After all, he and King Kang are the same mother and compatriots." , blood is thicker than water, if King Kang is really alive now, and plotting to make a comeback, this time...won't you send his own brother to let him capture him, so as to threaten the court?"

"Xiao Jiu," Qi Yu smiled at King Yu, and Yunxia was like a colorful brocade in his narrowed eyes, "He didn't help King Kang back then, and even if King Kang is alive now, he won't help King Kang. Mother and compatriots, but the two of them have two different worlds in their chests, and they can't find the same place."

Although King Yu was smart, he was young after all, and Qi Yu didn't quite understand what he said.The wind in the main hall blew slowly, he couldn't help coughing twice, and confessed to Qi Yu again.

Qi Yu patted him on the shoulder, "Xiao Jiu, you think too much all day long, and it's not good for your body. You might as well relax your mind. Although Brother Xianhuang is used to messing around, he is also a very measured person. I believe He, you should trust him too."

King Yu still couldn't help asking: "Brother Huang knows about the Nine Dragon Brocade and is also suspected of King Kang, so why did you let Brother Xian go to Huainan? If you really let him see King Kang, wouldn't it be a dilemma?"

Qi Yu took two steps forward slowly, and said with a smile: "King Kang once claimed to have the last emperor's edict. If the theft of the Nine Dragon Brocade was his handiwork, and he wanted to complete the imperial edict, it would be reasonable. But have you ever thought about it? If the person plotting evil in Huainan is indeed King Kang, then once the virtuous king is gone, he will definitely make a move to lure his younger brother to meet him, but if the person plotting evil..."

"Not Kang Wang?" Yu Wang's eyes lit up, "You want to test the enemy's situation? Want to know who is that person hiding in the dark?"

Qi Yu pouted, "Actually..."

Yu Wang moved forward very interestedly, and listened attentively.

Qi Yu said: "Actually, it is because there is no one to send that we can only send the virtuous king."

Although the virtuous king has meritorious service, it is really embarrassing to be ignorant.

King Yu: "..."

Brother, are you kidding me?Unfortunately, I still think you are very powerful.

Qi Yu smiled inscrutably, "I just thought later that it would be nice for King Xian to test the enemy's situation by the way. If it's really King Kang..." He raised his hand to touch his chin, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, "I also want to see if their brothers can fight."

Poor Brother Xian.

King Yu silently respected a Buddha to King Xian in his heart.

The next day, before Yin's time had arrived, the guards at the Qianyuan Gate to the south of the palace saw a man in a sand-green official robe slowly walking along the official road.

In the twilight of dawn, the guard could vaguely see the man's handsome face and solemn expression.

"Hey, Wensheren," the guard said hello to the man in the sand-green official robe, and then slightly opened the side door next to the Qianyuan Gate, "Go to work early today?"

Here they have never seen the concubines of the palaces, so they only recognize these three types of people most clearly: one is the important officials in the court, the other is the purchasing deacons in the palace, and the third is the people who are on the emperor's errands.

Among the third type of people, the living and living Sheren of Yuqianlu Shi is a different kind of existence.Although the official rank is only seventh rank, after all, the emperor himself would not dare to mess with him, let alone others.

Wen Yanzhi clasped his fists hesitantly: "Please, please, I left something in Neishi Mansion yesterday, so I have to go to get it first." After finishing speaking, he handed out his name tag for registration, and then entered the palace gate and went to Neishi Mansion.

The air after the night rain is humid, with a trace of sultry heat, which dyes many palaces in a dull color.Occasionally, some palace people would hurry past Wen Yanzhi with their long lamps on, their heads lowered and their eyes lowered.

Walking in front of the Wende Gate where the Six Departments are located, Wen Yanzhi slowly walked down, stopped and stood, staring silently at the tall plaque for a while, then lowered his head, and continued to walk through the Chongxiao Gate to the west without joy or anger. After a while, we arrived at the Neishi Mansion.

There is only one night lamp lit on the porch in front of the mansion, and no one is working yet.Wen Yanzhi lifted the hem of his robe and walked into the mansion, quietly lit the candle lamp on his own table, and slowly went up to the second floor with the candle lamp.

The second floor of the Neishi Mansion is where the internal history books are stored. There are rows of large bookcases with a height of two people, and the atmosphere of books and ink is very strong.Wen Yanzhi properly lit the surrounding wall lamps with candle lamps, and the entire second floor was lit up.

He extinguished the candle and put it down, then walked along the bookcase and checked the wooden sign on the bookcase recording the year of the history.Finally, he walked to a bookcase with the words "Mingde Years" hanging on it, paused, then turned and walked into the bookcase, after searching a few times, he pulled out a dozen bound papers.

The paper is old and yellowed, with the recorder's name "Zuo Tangxian" written on it, and a line of small characters below it, which reads "September to December 19, Mingde".

It is the last season of the last year of the Mingde imperial calendar.

Wen Yanzhi flipped the paper lightly, looking at ten lines at a glance, but he knew every word by heart.When the paper was finally about to be finished, he finally found the name he wanted to read——

"...On the seventh day of November, at Shenshi, the emperor recuperated in the Ningxin Palace, and the medicine was not delivered soon. Qin Wenshu, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, presented an ancient painting to the audience. The emperor was delighted to see the painting."

Qin Wenshu... Qin Wenshu...

Turning back again, it was gone.

Just a few words.

Wen Yanzhi stepped back dejectedly, lowered his hands, and put the paper back to its original place.

——For the past two years, he has worked in the Internal History Department and worked hard to become a householder, just to read this record, but he did not expect... At this moment, there is only such a sentence in front of him.

——On the seventh day of November, the emperor was delighted to present ancient paintings.

After reviewing countless records in the past two years, Wen Yanzhi can be sure that this was the last thing Qin Wenshu did before the entire family of the Qin family was executed.

The Ministry of Industry has seen so many ancient paintings, what kind of ancient painting is this?

Why is Emperor Mingde happy?

Why did Yushitai search the Qin Mansion afterwards, saying that Qin Wenshu was corrupt?

In his memory, Qin Wenshu was not a corrupt villain, far from it.Lao Qin is his mentor and treats him like a family member.

Wen Yanzhi squatted down slowly, holding his head in both hands, his eyebrows furrowed, letting his thoughts and memories gallop away.

——In November of the 19th year of Mingde, what happened to the Ministry of Industry?

……

In the 18th year of Mingde, Wen Yanzhi won the first prize in the palace examination, and was appointed by Emperor Mingde's imperial pen to work as a doctor.On top of his head, Fang Zhitong, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, treats people with humility and courtesy, and his hand-painted paintings are exquisite. The minister Qin Wenshu is even more capable of repairing and repairing, and is better at raising young people.

The three of them are not only good teachers and apprentices, but also close friends who have forgotten their age.

What happened in Mingde's 19th year Wen Yanzhi has thought about it thousands of times in the past two years, everything is so clear that it seems to overflow with color.

At the end of October, a servant reported to the Ministry of Industry that some of the gold paint on the beams and columns of Sundeok Palace had peeled off and needed repairs.The Shande Palace was used by Emperor Yonghui during his lifetime, and it was where the emperor's aura resided. Therefore, Emperor Mingde, who was in power at that time, also issued an order to order Qin Wenshu to paint the painted beams and columns himself, and to check whether there were moths inside. The whole repair was done, and Fang Zhitong drew the blueprints.

At the beginning of November, the repair process was set, Qin Wenshu took the craftsmen to Shande Palace to check the pillars one by one for moths, but returned to the Ministry of Industry very early that day.

That day Qin Wenshu seemed very tired and worried, so much so that even Fang Zhitong, who was concentrating on drawing, teased him later, saying that Lao Qin's face had almost collapsed to the ground these days.

But Lao Qin just said that he was unwell, greeted the officials and asked for a half-day leave, then packed some things and went back to the house.

……

With a flash in Wen Yanzhi's eyes, he suddenly stood up.

The thing in Lao Qin's hand...

——If he remembered correctly, when Lao Qin walked out of the Ministry of Industry, he was holding a long wooden box in his hand.

An inconspicuous wooden box.

At that time, he happened to come from outside with the head of the Ministry of Industry, met Lao Qin, and asked him for the wooden box: "What extraordinary thing did Lao Qin acquire? What famous painting from which dynasty? Open our eyes."

But Lao Qin waved his hands hastily, and smiled jerky: "Go, go, you kid is messing around, hurry up and send the list of farming to the household department, it has been delayed for several days."

After saying that, they greeted each other and left in a hurry.

At this moment, Wen Yanzhi was standing among the bookshelves on the second floor of the Neishi Mansion, feeling layers of cold sweat seeping through the fabric on his back, soaking the heavy official uniform.

——According to the time, the wooden box in Lao Qin's hand is the painting dedicated to Emperor Mingde?

——What painting is it?Why do you want to donate?Why did Emperor Mingde like the posthumous offering?Why did Lao Qin die?

——If he had seen that painting back then, maybe...

"Who is so early?"

A sudden shout interrupted Wen Yanzhi's thoughts.Two lights were lit in the lobby of the Neishi Mansion, and Cao Buwei, the Supervisor of Neishi, and Li Zhangshi stood downstairs and looked up: "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Wen Yanzhi went to the railing on the second floor, cupped his fists and said, "It's the lower officials who disturbed your lord."

"Oh, Yanzhi," Cao Buwei stroked his silver beard, squinted his eyes and smiled amiably, "Looking for something on the second floor? Did you find it?"

Wen Yanzhi had thought about all kinds of things earlier, but now he just said: "The emperor has some miscellaneous tasks, and the lower officials don't know whether to record them, so I came to refer to Zuo Sheren's past memoirs, and I have found them."

Cao Buwei nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, very good, Yanzhi's energy is very good." Director Li also looked at Wen Yanzhi very gratified.

Wen Yanzhi bowed his head to express his thanks, and hurriedly went down to the first floor, and put a dry piece of peach blossom paper and soft carbon on his desk into a cloth bag.

Just as he was about to leave, Cao Buwei suddenly remembered something and said, "Yanzhi, I heard that Mr. Wen returned to Beijing from the northern suburbs palace, did you hear that?"