Rule over Ming Dynasty

Chapter 257 Eighteen Beats of the Song, Spring Snow Lantern Festival

Before Zhu Youtang could prepare how to deal with Marquis Huichang, the Lantern Festival holiday had already begun.

The Spring Festival holiday is only from the [-]th to the [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, but according to Zhu Di's edict, the Lantern Festival holiday in the Ming Dynasty is from the [-]th to the [-]th of the first month.

Zhu Youtang knows that there are some things that don’t need to be rushed, just like the things you left at home are hard to find, but if you don’t look for them deliberately, they may suddenly appear.

Even as a high-ranking emperor, he would actually yearn for holidays, not to mention that the Lantern Festival holiday lasted for ten days.

Since Taiye Pond is still not available for fishing, and there is no memorial, Zhu Youtang usually does not go to Xiyuan during the holidays, but stays in the Forbidden City.

In the Qianqing Palace, a large area is brightly lit.

Even though there is only one owner in name, this largest courtyard house looks orderly, like a small world.

At all times, a group of eunuchs and maids are busy around the master of this palace, like the Dongnuan Pavilion, there are four lights, and each of them is guarded by a court lady.

Zhu Youtang liked this bright environment very much, as usual, he was sitting at the desk flipping through the latest information.

Although the Marquis of Huichang carried all this, in the first few days, the news about the imperial court's plan to build the outer city of Beijing was almost top-secret news, and it was actually impossible for the Marquis of Huichang to know it in the first place.

A question arose in this incident: the news about Qianfu came from the Marquis of Huichang, so who provided the news about Marquis Huichang?
From the fact that the Marquis of Huichang was able to quickly plan to hunt down Qian Fu, and when he failed to assassinate Miss Qian, he was able to immediately plan to frame Du Ming, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, all of which proved that another force was involved.

Although the Ming Dynasty has always promoted the Confucianism of the monarch and ministers, many people would not believe that the emperor would be black-handed by his courtiers or slaves, but if it were not for the impact of the outside world, Emperor Guangxu would have just died of illness.

No?

Zhu Youtang frowned slightly when he saw the results of Dongchang and Jinyiwei's investigation of Huichanghou's mansion.

Although later generations spoke of Jin Yiwei and Dongchang as miraculous, but after such a long time of contact, I always feel that they are quite satisfactory.

There were no major mistakes in the two yamen, but there were no surprises, and now they were asked to check the Huichanghou's mansion, but they returned disappointed again.

It's just that there is no profit at all. For example, among the several suburban mansions that Qian Fu bought at a low price, one of the mansions belonged to Ma Wensheng, the former censor of the left capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

If Qian Fu already knew the news, how could Ma Wensheng not know, so Ma Wensheng's sale of the house may be helping to induce Qian Fu to mortgage more land deeds to Changsheng Pawnshop.

The lights are flickering, the floor heating is still maintained in the East Nuan Pavilion, and a faint scent of sandalwood is emitting from the copper stove.

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful girl stepped across the threshold.

The young girl is dressed in a red main style court dress, and she is already wearing a woman's headgear. Her beautiful big eyes are very agile, she has a very delicate face, and her petite figure is full of femininity.

At the moment she came in, the four beautiful maids guarding under the lamp seemed to fade away, and there seemed to be another beautiful scenery here.

The person who came was Lin Qiqi, one of the nine concubines. Since that night, she has been truly conquered by the most powerful man in the world.

She got a lottery today, and it was actually the first time for her to come to Dongnuange. Those beautiful big eyes were full of curiosity, and her heart was beating nervously.

Thinking by day, thinking by night, finally see.

Zhu Youtang is not a person who is easily influenced by the outside world. Holding a Langhao pen in his hand, with a little ink dipped in the tip of the pen, he wrote "Turn the customer first, fish in troubled waters".

Just as he finished writing the last word, he suddenly smelled a burst of orchid-like fragrance in his nose, and when he turned his head, he saw Lin Qiqi, one of the nine concubines who had just bathed.

Perhaps Lin Qiqi was the petite among all the concubines, and she would cry at the end when she bullied this girl, but she had a sense of accomplishment that belonged to a man.

"The concubine has seen His Majesty!" Lin Qiqi's pretty face looked very excited, she had already developed a deep curiosity about Zhu Youtang, she couldn't help but look at what Zhu Youtang was writing just now, and now she saluted politely.

Or after being nourished by Zhu Youtang, now Lin Qiqi not only has a beautiful face, but also has more feminine and attractive curves all over her body.

According to the current rules of the palace, if the concubines are drawn, they will come to the Qianqing Palace to serve the bed, but they can come to the East Nuan Pavilion in advance, or they can lie directly on the dragon bed during bedtime.

Women are sexy animals after all, and Lin Qiqi is a talented woman who has been obsessed with poetry since she was a child, so she also wants to really enter Zhu Youtang's life.

Zhu Youtang found that the red-clothed main-style court dress worn by this woman was very good-looking, so he greeted directly: "Chongyuan, since it's so early, why don't you study ink for me first?"

"Your Majesty, what do you mean when you write about turning against customers and taking advantage of troubled waters?" Lin Qiqi responded, pointing to the big characters that had just landed on the paper.

Zhu Youtang saw that there were only a few unimportant pieces of information left, and he would not have a job tomorrow, so he hugged her into his arms.

Lin Qiqi has a petite figure, and she also has a resigned temperament. When Zhu Youtang pulled her suddenly, she fell into Zhu Youtang's arms, and her heart suddenly beat violently.

"It's so fragrant!"

Zhu Youtang hugged her into his arms, smelling the scent of this girl, he couldn't help but praise her.

Lin Qiqi's pretty face was slightly flushed, but it was just a woman who wanted to please herself. Thinking of her earlier attire, she felt very flattered.

"It's natural to turn against customers and fish in troubled waters is a strategy in government affairs, but tonight, of course it's the wind and the moon!" Zhu Youtang liked this little girl who was always shy, but suddenly looked at the knot on her chest.

Lin Qiqi's clothes were not too much, but now she seemed to have been seen through, her pretty face and ears were slightly red, and she said: "Your Majesty, you are not serious!"

"The Fengyue I'm talking about is reciting poems and fighting against each other. Where does my concubine want to go? Chongyuan, the Lantern Festival is approaching, how about you write a poem?" Zhu Youtang is not an impatient person, but he is slowly cultivating the relationship between the two.

"Courts and concubines dare not show their ugliness, they are unrefined poems!" Lin Qiqi was not a woman who liked to show off, so she said modestly.

In fact, Zhu Youtang did not have much interest in ordinary works, so he suggested: "Then I won't embarrass you, just write about Xin Qiji's Qingyu Case!"

Although there are many poems written by Yuanxiao, he is willing to call this one the best.

"Your Majesty knows about Xin Qiji?" Lin Qiqi was taken aback for a moment, and then looked surprised.

Zhu Youtang looked at the surprised girl, but he laughed and said, "Your words are so new. I knew him when I was in elementary school... and I know this Qingyu case by heart!"

After all, poetry is the cultural treasure of China, so in the nine-year compulsory education of later generations, almost everyone knows how to recite it, and the famous poems among them are deeply burned in their minds.

As for Xin Qiji, it is naturally impossible not to know that a real Chinese man with both civil and military skills is not comparable to the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty who only know a few military skills and are praised to the sky.

"I don't believe it!" Lin Qiqi was still skeptical, after all, even many great scholars might not know about it.

Zhu Youtang reluctantly let go of the woman, pointed to the paper on the table and said, "You write, and I will read it to you!"

"Okay!" Lin Qiqi was originally worried that she would let the emperor down, but seeing Zhu Youtang's confidence, she also picked up the pen next to her.

Liu Jin was on duty tonight. Seeing the sparks appearing here, Liu Jin silently backed away a few steps.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain!"

Huh?
When Lin Qiqi heard Zhu Youtang read out the first sentence of "Sapphire Case", she was taken aback for a moment, and then wrote the word on the white rice paper.

After all, she is a woman who has devoted herself to the sea of ​​books since she was a child. When she writes, the lines are light and graceful, and the font contains gentleness, which makes her whole person have a more scholarly atmosphere.

"BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dance of the fish and the dragon all night!" Zhu Youtang came to Lin Qiqi's side, looked at her nimble pen tip and said.

When Lin Qiqi was writing, she heard the complete upper line, her delicate body trembled slightly.I already knew one thing very clearly in my heart, that my emperor Xianggong possessed extraordinary talents.

The words are soft and beautiful, so that the whole Dongnuan Pavilion is extraordinarily quiet, only the rustling of Lin Qiqi's pen touching the paper is left.

"Moth Xueliu's golden thread, the laughter is full of fragrance, and the crowd looks for him thousands of times."

Zhu Youtang looked at the handwriting written by Lin Qiqi, but he knew that a girl who could write such a good handwriting must not be too talented, maybe there really is a Lantern Festival poem that I like.

When Lin Qiqi wrote "People look for him thousands of Baidu", it seems that she has been outlined a layer of her mind.

"Suddenly looking back, the man is there, in a dimly lit place." After Zhu Youtang finished reading the last sentence, the man had already arrived behind Lin Qiqi, and reached out to grab Lin Qiqi's hand from behind.

This scene was seen by Liu Jin, but he began to reduce the candlelight very sensibly, and at the same time screened some irrelevant people away.

Lin Qiqi's hand was suddenly grabbed, and her heart was beating thumping after all. Just watching this hand write the last sentence with her own hand, she felt like she had found her home.

As a young girl who loved reading since she was a child, she naturally felt hesitant and confused. For him, she "searched for him thousands of times in the crowd".

It's just that tonight, she knows that "that person is in a dimly lit place", or is right behind her.

The poem was completed, but after adding a hand, the words behind it became obviously scribbled.

"Chongyuan, you smell so sweet!" Zhu Youtang hugged this fragrant girl tightly from behind, appearing sincerely moved.

Lin Qiqi was secretly happy, but she suddenly said in confusion: "What is so hard behind you!"

cough……

Liu Jin saw that the battle had started, coughed immediately, and sent all the other personnel away.

After all, Lin Qiqi was already someone else's wife, and when she turned around, she had already realized it.After some entanglement, he squatted down silently.

Dongnuan Pavilion was originally the place where the emperor handled government affairs, but since the Hall of Mental Cultivation was built, he stopped working here, and Zhu Youtang used it for other purposes tonight.

In fact, it wasn't that Zhu Youtang was acting recklessly, but after a lot of hard work and failed, he also found a physicist, and the place of birth was pointed to Dongnuange.

If it weren't for the worry that future generations would make fun of him as a dignified traveler and be deceived by quack warlocks, he would have wanted to turn Dongnuan Pavilion into a dormitory, and now bullying Lin Qiqi here is a compromise.

Since pampering Lin Qiqi last time, Zhu Youtang suddenly liked to sing at night, and those famous songs undoubtedly had a deep charm.

Lin Qiqi catered very much, and was even more impressed by this man's talent, and tonight was "Hujia Eighteen Beats".

"After a while, when I beat the piano, I feel angry and resentful, and no one knows."

"Two beats, the strings are broken, and the heart is broken, and the heart is broken, and I feel sad."

"Sorrow today, feel Jin, come three times, and hold sorrow and hatred, when will it be flat."

"There are many difficulties and obstacles in thinking about the experience, and it is more desolate to complete the four shots."

"Raise your eyebrows to the moon and play the Yaqin, and the five beats are Lingling and the meaning is deep."

"Reminiscing about the past, luggage is difficult, and six beats are sad, and I want to stop playing."

……

"Your Majesty, there are still two beats?"

"Change your posture first!"

……

"Eighteen beats, although the song ends, there is more than enough sound, and the thoughts are endless."

The Dongnuan Pavilion was really suitable for the occasion, and there were constant popping sounds, but Zhu Youtang made another decision: "I will send you another poem!"

"Okay, my concubine... Woohoo!"

"This old man is talking about being a teenager, Qingcang on the left, yellow on the right..."

……

It was near the Lantern Festival, and a bright moon hung over the Palace of Qianqing.

The cat has disappeared, and the weather in the first month is freezing cold, only the lit Dongnuan Pavilion occasionally has lyrics and music coming out.

In the early morning of the Lantern Festival, Beijing ushered in the first spring snow.

The red walls and yellow tiles of the majestic Forbidden City and the fluttering white snow interweave a wonderful scene in the world.

The eunuchs and maids in the palace were extraordinarily excited when they saw the first spring snow, as if they were going to usher in a good day, and some even couldn't help but ran into the snow to cheer.

Although it is the Lantern Festival holiday, Zhu Youtang is not idle.

In the last investigation of the case of Marquis Huichang, there was actually a major discovery, that is, a large number of Beijing debts were copied from the Changsheng pawnshop, which were all IOUs for officials who went to the local government to take office.

Zhu Youtang realized that the biggest crux of the corruption of Ming officials might not be local, but in this capital, some people even forced them to go to local places to make money when they just entered the job.

As soon as the spring snow cleared, a group of eunuchs were sweeping the snow on the palace road, and an official wearing a brand new second rank had already come along the palace road.

"Chendu Chayuan Zuodu Yushi Wang Du respectfully greets Sheng An!" Wang Yue shook off the snowflakes on his body before coming in, and then respectfully saluted Zhu Youtang.

When Wang Yue came in, Zhu Youtang had already put down the scroll in his hand, and was also seriously looking at this loyal minister who had made great contributions to Ming Dynasty.

Good luck tricks people, this is the first official meeting between Zhu Youtang and Wang Yue, and it is also a true combination of what later generations will call a tyrant who kills the face.

(End of this chapter)