fake prince

Chapter 486

After a long time, the emperor came back to his senses, and looked at the two memorials again, and it was no longer the coldness just now.

Eunuch Zhao is a person who knows how to figure out what he wants. Looking at the emperor's expression, he knows that this incident may be over.

"Su Zi is of the prince's blood, so he still has some weight with His Majesty." Thinking like this, he planned to ask His Majesty again later, and then told His Majesty the information he had obtained.

Because part of the power he controls is through dark forces to collect information, the focus is different, just to supplement some details outside the secret.

After a while, the emperor really asked: "Dexi, about Su Ziji, is there anything else to report? Let's hear it."

This is the benefit of taking precautions. Although the emperor didn't specifically order him to come down, Eunuch Zhao kept people watching Su Ziji to collect information, so that he would not have nothing to say at this time.

At this time, if you say that you don't know, it will make the emperor dissatisfied. If you have prepared in advance, you don't have to be afraid.

Eunuch Zhao jokingly said, "This old servant really knows one thing."

He immediately cleared his throat and read a poem in front of the emperor.

"Lonely geese don't drink and peck, but they sing and sing."

"Who is pity for a shadow, lost by thousands of clouds?"

"Looking as far as I can see, mourning as much as hearing more."

"The wild crows have no mood, and they sing and make noise."

"This is a poem Master Su made in Shun'an Mansion." Eunuch Zhao said with a smile after the recitation.

Although this poem reveals a sense of loneliness and arrogance, and may even be used as a metaphor for things and people, it still makes people's eyes shine when they read it.

The emperor nodded when he heard it: "Good poem!"

"I knew his poems were good at first, but I didn't expect to be able to write such good poems after leaving Beijing. This time it's not those romantic poems, but a bit of artistic conception."

After finishing speaking, he read it silently again, and smiled: "I never thought that my family could produce a poet!"

As soon as these words came out, Eunuch Zhao below was startled immediately, and hurriedly lowered his head a little deeper to hide the astonishment 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 give Su Ziji a genealogy?"

"That's right. Su Ziji was asked to leave Beijing this time to see his ability and character. If it is suitable for use, he may recognize him. If he can't get out of the small mud pit in Shun'an Mansion, he will probably be They will be appointed as ordinary officials."

"The king of Qi and the king of Shu frequently fight each other, and the king of Lu is still eager to try, but his majesty does not strictly stop him, and sometimes even pushes the flames. Now he is going to draw a little emperor and grandson into the battle. In the end, whether to fight a The strongest person?"

Going deeper, it was Eunuch Zhao who didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to guess.

Hearing His Majesty in the upper position cough a few times, he hurriedly held the spittoon and stepped forward, looking at the emperor whose face was flushed due to coughing, Eunuch Zhao carefully advised: "Your Majesty, you have been tired all day, take a rest Bar."

"Well, wait until I finish writing this edict."

The emperor punched his mouth, coughed twice, and asked Eunuch Zhao to set up the tools. After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and swiped it.

Eunuch Zhao was serving at the side, so he naturally saw the content of the imperial decree.

"It turned out to be Qi Hongxin, the magistrate of Jinshun'an Prefecture, with the title of third rank?"

"Qi Hongxin seems to be begging for the bones? Your Majesty is trying to persuade you to stay? Or... is it because you know that your life is not long, and you have worked hard in the past, and finally give a little grace?"

The imperial court asked for posthumous posthumous titles and gave mourning honors. Different dynasties, Dazheng's habit is above the third rank, and the Ministry of Rites judges the merits and demerits of a lifetime and gives posthumous titles.

Below the third grade, unless it is specially granted, it will die on its own.

Die with the official rank of the third rank, and die with the status of the magistrate, the specifications for the funeral are different.

That's true, it's actually the same situation as when a low-ranking concubine is about to die, giving her a promotion.

It may not be that he is really satisfied with this person, but he finally realized that there is no credit but hard work, or that someone mentioned this person's credit and hard work just at this time, and let the emperor take advantage of the situation.

"In the end, I should be satisfied with the choice of Su Ziji, the little emperor's grandson, so I followed Su Ziji's wish and did not deal with Qi Hongxin."

"And being promoted to Qi Hongxin's official rank is also telling Su Ziji, the little emperor's grandson, that this choice is right and in line with the holy will?"

Tracing back to the source, it probably has something to do with His Majesty getting old.

When people get old, they think differently.

Su Ziji avenged his father, and everyone involved in the case suffered a terrible death. Even the emperor didn't think it was wrong. He stood on the sidelines and even offered an opportunity.

But looking at the sudden death one by one, do you have other thoughts in your heart?

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 always think about such outrageous things today?" When he thought of this, he took a peek at the emperor's expression, Eunuch Zhao hurriedly stopped, carefully put away the imperial edict after the ink was dried, and sealed it in a long brocade box.

Hearing the emperor's order, he asked to send a eunuch to take a boat to Shun'an Mansion to deliver the decree. At the same time, he also notified the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Rites to implement the matter. Eunuch Zhao immediately bowed and said, "Your servant understands!"

From the third rank, it is only a rank and does not involve actual positions, so it can be implemented without the court's discussion.

After finishing this matter, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Show me your car, go to Yong'an Palace."

Yong'an Palace

"Your Majesty, you only used a small bowl of rice porridge today, don't you want to use more?" Zhao Xia is the queen's capable female official, and she is currently urging the Empress to eat more lunch.

The queen shook her head slightly: "If you can't eat it, take it away."

Just as he was talking, he heard the eunuch shouting outside: "The emperor is here——"

"Queen, are you eating?" The emperor came in amidst the voices of respectful salutes, and when he saw the queen leading someone to bow down to him, he hurriedly stopped him, looked at some small dishes not far away, and asked with a smile .

The queen took a look, and seeing that the emperor was in a good mood, she smiled: "If your majesty is still useless, why don't you let them serve a few more side dishes and eat with your concubines?"

"Of course that is good," said the emperor.

The queen ordered people to prepare it. The emperor who thought it was just the same as usual, who came to sit idle, suddenly recited a poem to her.

"Lonely geese don't drink and peck, but fly and sing to read the group. Who pities a shadow, lost in thousands of clouds? Seeing everything seems to be seen, mourning is as much as hearing. Wild crows have no mood, and they sing and make noise."

"Queen, what do you think of this poem?"

Seeing the emperor like this, she knew that the emperor did not write it himself, so she ran to her to chant it, even if no one was mentioned, the empress had already guessed who the poet was.

When she thought about it, she felt a little joy in her heart, and replied with a smile: "It is indeed a good poem, is it the emperor's new work? Or which Hanlin?"

"I don't know how to write poems. Don't look at me and festivals. I have also written a few poems. Although the officials are always shouting about my poems, they are full of emotion, elegance and grandeur. They are beyond the reach of others. They are actually coaxing me. , my poem is very ordinary—Queen, you really can’t guess it?”

(End of this chapter)