Daming Jingtai: I am the eternal benevolent king
Chapter 239 Lantern Festival, Killing Night
Chapter 239 Lantern Festival, Killing Night (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)
The sun and the moon are like shuttles.
In a blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival.
The New Year's Eve hot pot banquet, the reprimand of Princess Gu'an, and the military sports games became hot topics among the literati in the capital.
Especially for hot pot feasts, many literati wrote poems and paintings.
Tang Yinji wrote two sentences: "Where people gather around the stove to cook and cheer, all kinds of flavors melt into the small cauldron", which caused a burst of cheers.
Become the most handsome guy in the club.
Someone else drew a picture of Xing Guogong's hot pot feast to flatter Yu Qian.
Suddenly, more than [-] hot pot restaurants opened in Beijing, and more than a dozen were prosperous, but none of them could offer spicy hot pot, which was a pity for a while.
But hot pot unexpectedly became popular, and consumption of meat and seafood was huge, so four or five sesame sauce brands were born.
Princess Gu'an was reprimanded. The most embarrassing thing was Fang Han, who was studying in the martial arts hall, and laughed at him for marrying a tigress.
There are also literati who wrote poems to satirize the emperor's incompetence in educating his daughter.
As for the New Year's vision in the court, many literati criticized the emperor for not knowing the sufferings of the people and only pursuing his own great achievements.
The capital was in chaos, with various voices filling restaurants, guild halls, and newspapers.
The closure of the Tantai Library was scolded by literati, and there were even calls for the royal scrolls to be made public.
On the other hand, Wu Yubi, the master of Neo-Confucianism, quietly copied books and recruited disciples without making a sound.
But he was strongly ridiculed.
Some literati even went to Wu Yubi's residence to throw excrement.
A good master of Neo-Confucianism, a bucket of excrement poured over his head, and he was completely stunned. The taste was sour, let alone refreshing.
Then Wu Yubi thanked the guests behind closed doors and silently licked his wounds in the house.
The lamp shed built years ago came in handy.
The lantern shed stands on the street and is as high as the surrounding buildings. It is composed of four layers of stacked lights and is covered with green branches such as pine and cypress.
Each floor is hung with various lanterns, such as canopy lanterns, spherical lanterns, multi-faceted palace lanterns, etc., embellished with images of gods and figures. There are six doors at the bottom, and the two characters "Aoshan" are inscribed on the horizontal lintel of the main door.
Above the six gates and Ao Zhu, the main lighting scene is divided into three levels. The lower level is the Eight Immortals, the middle level is the six Buddhist and Taoist statues, and the top level is a small pavilion, symbolizing the golden platform and jade world on the overseas fairy mountains.
As night falls, Aoshan lanterns are lit, and dramas, acrobatics, rolling lanterns, and fireworks are performed. Stars and stars hang in the alleys, bright as day, and noisy.
The lanterns in Aoshan are shining in the moonlight, and people are enjoying themselves. There are thousands of jade girls in front of Xuande Gate.
This poem by a poet in the late Yuan Dynasty describes the scene of Aoshan lanterns celebrating the Lantern Festival.
Zhu Qiyu did not like luxury, but he did not hesitate to spend money on Aoshan lanterns. Jiaofangsi's opera troupe performed under Aoshan lanterns until the seventeenth day of the first lunar month.
After you sing, I will appear on the stage. I will sing for seven hours every day. Various small classes, small plays, and various singing styles will all appear on the stage.
There is no charge to watch the theater, and there are no private seats.
The stage was set under the lights of Aoshan, and people crowded around the stage.
In order to prevent anyone from causing trouble, Jinyiwei sent people to maintain order.
The opera lasted for seventeen days.
The venue was packed with people and there was thunderous applause. The people in the capital were so addicted to the opera that private troupes also came to steal the show.
The servants of the Jiaofang no longer accepted guests, and the female officials in the palace served as servants. Instead, it became a holy place for opera.
Folk legends and stories are adapted into novels, and the novels are adapted into operas, which are then arranged by Jiaofangsi.
Most of the family members of the prisoners were literate, and they sang and performed, or wrote novels, storybooks, etc., and spread them to the people.
Just like in the first month of the ninth year of Jingtai, the female officials of the Jiaofang Division organized opera singing. Most of the songs they sang were new songs. The emperor did not set any restrictions, and all kinds of minor tunes bloomed.
Folk artists steal their lessons, adapt them into tunes of their own dialect, and take them back to make money.
Even folk artists can go to Jiaofangsi to buy a playbook, which contains details about the arranger, lyricist, script adapter, etc.
The names are all women.
Some only have surnames and no first names.
The emperor also issued an imperial edict to give names to the women in the Jiaofang Si who left their names in the books, and then the names in the playbooks appeared.
The emperor also authorized the Jiaofang Department to run a tabloid to write some new songs, new lyrics, and biographies of lyricists and composers.
Jiaofang Secretary Fengluan was skeptical, and the tabloid went crazy.
People underestimate the spreading power of gossip. If you look at the tabloids in Beijing, the best-selling gossip must be the gossip about celebrities in the DPRK and China, and the best-selling one is Yu Qian.
However, the publication of women's names in books caused an uproar in the court, but the emperor suppressed it, believing that talents of both men and women could be passed down from generation to generation.
The emperor had a new nickname, Friend of Women.
On New Year's Eve, the emperor issued another decree.
Within the Jiaofang Division, lyrics, composers, arrangers, and singers were allowed to remove their slave status and return to civilian status. After three years, they could choose a good husband to marry, and their husbands were not allowed to despise them.
Therefore, in the first month of the year, the opera singers work so hard just to get slave status and obtain citizenship.
Seeing this imperial edict, the folk opera troupes burst into tears, lamenting that the emperor was well aware of the suffering of the people, and the opera singers were finally no longer lowly.
Listening to opera has also become a trend in the capital.
Even those who don’t understand have to listen, and those who don’t understand are just old haters.
The opera singers in the guild hall gradually became more prominent, and literati also began to sing a few lines of opera, followed by a few poems. Dimes and operas in various dialects collided with each other and merged with each other, forming new schools one after another.
As the novels of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin became popular, various operas were adapted from them, forming classic fragments and performed into various dramas.
There has been a novel craze in Ming Dynasty.
Some frustrated literati began to study novels at home. Suddenly, all kinds of crude novels filled the newspapers.
In fact, some kind of unspeakable novel has become popular.
It was also spread to the palace.
Snapped!
"Is this a novel?"
Zhu Qiyu threw it on the table: "I think it's Yan Qing, what a mess!"
"Go, copy this newspaper, and send everyone into exile!"
"Arrest the author of this novel and exile him to Qiongzhou Mansion!"
"Your Majesty, this trivial matter is not worth getting angry at." Feng Xiao was so excited that he peed because this thing was so exciting.
"Are all civil literati like this?"
Zhu Qiyu was furious. He developed novels in the hope of producing masterpieces such as The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Dream of Red Mansions, which would be handed down from generation to generation.
This kind of garbage is not allowed to flourish.
"It's time to set up a newspaper bureau. Without supervision, it's really lawless."
Zhu Qiyu asked coldly: "Are there also novels scolding me?"
Feng Xiao was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
Aren't all the literati in Beijing scolding you? It's not like you don't know.
"Your Majesty, today is the Lantern Festival, so you shouldn't be angry."
Zhu Qiyu waved his hand: "I won't go look at the Aoshan lantern."
"Go and bring Tang Yinji, Su Ping, Su Zheng, Yan Duo, Wang Zhenqing, Shen Yu, and Jiang Zhong."
Feng Xiao was startled, the emperor was about to take action.
There was no warning, but he chose to take action during the Lantern Festival.
Lantern Festival, murder night.
"The slaves obey the orders!"
Zhu Qiyu opened the memorial and looked at the affairs of the world.
On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the New Year is over.
It was time for the world to get back on track. He was reading the memorial written by Bian Yong. Bian Yong had already arrived in Hubei and wrote the memorial in Wuchang Mansion.
It is estimated that he has arrived in Guangxi by this time.
Zhu Qiyu watched carefully, and Bian Yong wrote down everything he thought along the way and reported it to the emperor.
After reading it, Zhu Qiyu closed the memorial and tapped his fingertips: "Feng Xiao, I want to support some merchants leading to Annan. Do you have any candidates?"
"Your Majesty, do you want to use the room?" Feng Xiao instantly understood what the emperor meant.
It was used among merchants in the pre-Qin era.
"On the surface, I am doing business as a merchant, but secretly I am investigating the movements of the southeastern countries for the court. I gather the terrain, customs, environment, court situation, etc. into intelligence, and then infiltrate them to prepare for my recovery of the southeastern countries."
The reason for using recovery.
Because of the Yuan system of the Ming Dynasty, the southeastern countries originally belonged to the Great Yuan territory. Although it was only in name, it could be included on the map.
Moreover, Emperor Yongle set up the Three Propaganda and Six Comforts in Southeast Asia, including the body poison part.
Then, the legal system of the southeastern countries is in the hands of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, inquiring about foreign affairs information requires a special system to operate, and merchants must be trained by themselves. Private merchants may not be loyal to the king."
Zhu Qiyu nodded: "I want to use Tiqi to transform it into a foreign intelligence bureau, responsible for Annan, Champa, Siam, three propaganda and six comforts, Korea, Japan, Turpan, Hami, Oara, Tatar, Uliangha, and Samarkand Waiting for foreign affairs.”
"Let's look at Lu Gao first and give him a chance to make up for his mistakes."
"There is no need to cultivate businessmen. Compared with the Ming Dynasty, these are weak countries."
"The Ming Dynasty can sweep through with strong troops, but I cherish the Ming army's combat power, sympathize with the soldiers, and don't want too many casualties."
"After the country was plowed, a group of businessmen who were exiled according to their crimes were selected, their families were controlled in the capital, and settled in a separate city. They were not allowed to communicate with the outside world. They were used as hostages and ordered to serve me abroad."
"Select the businessmen caught in Jiangxi first."
"After the selection, they will all join Tiqi, and their families will settle in Beijing and work hard for me."
Feng Xiao knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty has mercy on the common people, which is the blessing of the world."
"Killing someone can only temporarily relieve his anger. Making people work for you like a donkey is the biggest punishment for him."
Zhu Qiyu asked Wynn to write it in a booklet.
Finding that Huaien was not waiting in the hall, he asked Fu Yuan to come over and write.
"The restructuring of Tiqi needs to be carefully considered. I will ask the ministers of the Cabinet to discuss the details someday."
Zhu Qiyu sighed: "The official administration needs to be overhauled. Now many departments have been added. The departments are confused and unable to cooperate."
"In the past few days, the court officials have not come up with a conclusion."
"After the court comes down tomorrow, please invite the important ministers of the court to come to the Yangxin Hall to discuss the matter and come up with a charter."
"My slave will help you remember it."
Just as he was talking, Tang Yinji and others entered the palace.
Tang Yinji was the great-grandson of Tang He. He was very talented and was recommended by Zhou Chen and Hu Hui.
Brothers Su Ping, Yan Duo and others are also great talents.
However, although these people are talented, they all have bad breath.
It cannot be used without training.
Zhu Qiyu stopped talking, but continued to read the memorial and asked them to kneel in the hall.
Tang Yinji and others were sweating coldly. The emperor was settling an old score.
After more than half an hour.
Zhu Qiyu raised his eyes: "In the place where people gather around the stove to cook and cheer, all kinds of flavors melt into the small cauldron, is this written by You?"
"Reply to Your Majesty, it was written by a common man." Tang Yinji kowtowed.
"Are you a commoner? Your great-grandfather was the King of Dongou. Do you think I don't know you?"
Zhu Qiyu shouted: "Go, slap him twice, it will be remembered for a long time!"
Snapped!Snapped!
Feng Xiao took the ruler and clicked it on the left and right sides.
Tang Yinji's cheek suddenly became red and swollen, the ruler hit his cheek, his teeth hit his cheek, and blood overflowed.
"Wei Chen is guilty!" Tang Yinji reluctantly kowtowed.
"Whose minister are you?"
Zhu Qiyu threw away the memorial, stood up from his chair, sat on the couch, and looked directly at Tang Yinji.
Tang Yinji was so frightened that he trembled all over: "Wei, Weichen is your Majesty's minister!"
"Do I dare to have a minister like you?"
"I am an ignorant and ignorant king, dare you, a great sage, to bow down to me?"
"Humph, let me see, Emperor Taizu should not have ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. Your ancestor Tang He should have ascended the throne. Only a great sage like you can be the wise king of the world!"
Zhu Qiyu has a strange yin and yang.
Tang Yinji trembled all over: "I am loyal to your majesty, and my ancestors are even more loyal to Emperor Taizu. I don't dare to have the slightest intention to go beyond that! Absolutely not!"
This is the rhythm to dig King Dongou out of the coffin board.
Emperor Taizu was very kind to his old brother. After Tang He died, his descendants were not knighted or allowed to inherit the title.
It is impossible to say that the Tang family has no resentment in their hearts.
Let's conquer the country together, why should you, the old Zhu family, be the emperor, while my old Tang family can't even drink soup?What's more, without Tang He, you, Zhu Yuanzhang, would still be a little monk!
"Loyal? Are you scolding me for being loyal?"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "If others scold me, that's fine. After all, they have never received any favor from the emperor. What kind of family is yours? Have you forgotten?"
Suddenly, roar!
Tang Yinji's body trembled like an egg: "Your Majesty, I have never scolded Your Majesty, and I will never dare to insult your father. No, I don't dare!"
"Do you think I am blind? You are the only one who has read the book, haven't I?"
Zhu Qiyu had a fierce look on his face: "After reading a few bad books, you dare to slander your father? If I give you a sword, will I kill your father?"
"I don't dare!" Tang Yinji cried in fear.
Several other literati were scared to death.
When you hold the pen, you are a warrior, but when you put down the pen, you are a coward.
"It's because Emperor Taizu didn't let your ancestor ascend the throne, so you have resentment in your heart, right?"
"After so many years, the court has ignored you, don't you feel good about it?"
"That's why you vented your resentment on me?"
"Is it fun to scold me every day?"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "Humph, if you are so resentful, why don't I open an ancestral temple for you, let you go in, and scold Emperor Taizu?"
"what!"
Tang Yinji wanted to die now, die immediately.
Although the Tang family was not ennobled, it was still a big family with thousands of members. If he was exiled because of him, he would be a sinner of the family.
"It seems you want to scold me!"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "I really didn't realize that Tang He's descendants would actually turn out to be traitors!"
"Absolutely not Wei Chen! Your Majesty, Wei Chen is willing to die to prove his innocence!" Tang Yinji really wanted to kill him head on.
Your Majesty, you can't always accuse me wrongly!
No matter what, you have to put it on my head!
Zhu Qiyu stopped teasing him and looked at the Su Ping brothers: "You guys, after reading so many books and being able to write a few acid poems, who do you think you are?"
"Do you think you are Li Shangyin? Are you Luo Yin?"
Luo Yin often scolded the emperor, but it was already the end of the Tang Dynasty.
Everyone freaked out.
From the moment he was ordered to enter the palace, it proved that the emperor's counterattack was coming.
"Why didn't you speak?"
"Great talents!"
Zhu Qiyu stood up slowly: "When you scold me, each one is more powerful than the other. How come you don't even dare to fart when you are in front of me?"
I really don't dare to fart, for fear that my fart will smoke you up.
"I am guilty!"
"Admit it?"
Zhu Qiyu asked coldly: "I don't even know where I have done anything to regret you!"
"I think that I am a fairly qualified emperor, but why do you say that I am a wicked and ignorant king?"
"it is good."
"Since you are calling me an ignorant and ignorant king!"
"Then I will show you what it means to be a ignorant and ignorant king!"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "Take off their clothes and hang them on the Meridian Gate to let their admirers see how elegant they are?"
Tang Yinji lay on the ground and cried loudly.
This is more cruel than killing them.
"No one is allowed to die. If you dare to commit suicide, I will kill all nine of your tribes!"
Zhu Qiyu adjusted his posture: "While I'm hanging, I also write a poem for myself. It has to be appropriate to the occasion and wonderful. I want to read it! It also has to be recorded in the history books! It will make you famous!"
He waved.
The eunuchs dragged several talented people down.
Su Ping and Su Zheng are both 80 years old, but they still have to be embarrassed like this.
Can't die yet.
He was stripped naked and hung on the Meridian Gate, and then he wrote a poem that would be remembered throughout the ages.
From now on, they will no longer be the Ten Talents of Jingtai, but the Ten Dogs of Jingtai, nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
"Publish the decree to arrest all those who insult me and ridicule the government!"
"The slaves obey the orders!"
The news spread out of the palace, and the factory guards were dispatched.
The Lantern Festival is celebrated in Beijing with a strong festive atmosphere.
But the factory guards were suddenly summoned, like a tiger coming out of the box.
Jinyi guards Guan Yao and Lu Qian led the team.
Dongchang is led by Fan Qing.
The guild hall was in the hands of the factory guards. The girls in the guild hall knew what the scholars said, so they just scanned their own guild hall first.
During the Lantern Festival, the palace guards take a vacation.
They all hang out in the guild hall. There are countless girls here who are both talented in folk arts, but they are all poor people. They can't see or touch them. If you want to touch them, you have to pay more.
There are various ways to play in the clubhouse, there are programs every day, and there are also small programs in various small rooms.
Occasionally, the opera troupe from Jiaofangsi will be invited to perform operas, which is very lively.
There was a small show in the small room that was even more exciting. The young lady dressed in tulle danced hotly and gracefully.
To be able to get in, you don't just have to be rich, you have to have status.
Most dignitaries in the capital could not see it. Only a few people who were attracted by the girl and treated as guests could enter the small room to watch the show.
"Damn it, I spent so much money and I can't even touch it with my hands!"
"Just drinking and drinking here! There's no one to wait on you!"
A rugged man said with anger on his face: "It's better than before. For just a few taels of silver, those girls would have to lick my toes!"
"It's better now. If we open a club, I can't find any girls even if I want to!"
His brother echoed: "Yes, brother, the capital has banned brothels again, so you can only come to the club, and everything you do costs money! It's just driving up prices! What a damn bad luck!"
"Brothers, what you are talking about is the old almanac."
In the dining room on the first floor, a few rough men were sitting together eating wine, and there wasn't even anyone serving tea or water.
A well-mannered young man from a wealthy family came over with a fan and sat down. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip without hesitation: "Look, this club has six floors. On the first floor, people are as poor as you and me." FIT.”
"Not to mention meeting the oiran, there isn't even a decent girl, they're all dead flowers and willows."
"Let's sit here, just like we used to have tea parties, and write a few acid poems to coax the girl."
"It's different now. Everything is about money."
"Whoever pays more money will be chosen by those ruined flowers and will let them in."
"Look, this floor is surrounded by small rooms, and those who can get in are all idiots who have lost all their money and seen some ruined flowers and willows, and they don't even know it."
"The kind of goods you saw before are gone long ago. They have either changed careers or gone underground."
"Oh, even these fallen flowers and willows are all immortal figures in your eyes."
As he spoke, he picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.
"Sir, we are all rough sailors and don't know the ropes here. Please tell me carefully." A rough man poured him a glass of wine.The young master smiled and said: "Then I will tell you what to do."
"This second floor is full of courtesans who were once very popular. Although they are outdated, they are still charming and beautiful."
"If you go to the second floor, you must have this number."
He holds out an index finger.
"100 taels of silver?" asked a reckless man.
"Oh, 100 taels? No one is looking at you on the first floor."
The young master looked at him with disgust, and said in a loud voice, "1000 taels of silver!"
"Just pay 1000 taels of silver?" The rude man who was shouting was frightened.
"It's only 1000 taels, but it's nothing to a dignitary."
"What people want is elegance, what they pursue is a taste, and what they want to play is a sense of fun."
The young master picked up some peanuts and said: "But the guild hall will not be greedy for these 1000 taels. As long as you are not satisfied, you will get a full refund."
"But think about it, who are the people who can spend 1000 taels to go to the second floor? All they want is a face!"
"Who would be laughed at because of 1000 taels of silver?"
The young master took a sip of wine and said, "But the money in the guild hall is not free. You can stay as long as you want and eat as much as you want. Even if you invite friends over, the young people will entertain you well. If you are lucky, you will be invited." Which girl likes it, tsk tsk, that would be beautiful."
"Sir, didn't you say that all of them are old courtesans? Why are they so beautiful?" asked the reckless man.
Women, of course, the younger the better.
"Look at your brains, what are you thinking about?"
The young master said with disdain: "This is called elegance. It's not the dirty thing you think. Isn't that a bit of a frivolous thing that people lack? Isn't a random maid in someone's house pretty?"
"What you come here to spend money on is elegance, taste, face, and connections!"
"Understand?"
Rough guys really don’t understand.
Isn't that what I spent so much money to come to this place?
"I'm really not afraid to tell you that even a has-been courtesan is still extremely beautiful. She is old and has a yellow face, and is much prettier than your yellow-faced woman."
The young master ate some peanuts.
"Sir, what good stuff is there that can make people so addicted?" a man asked.
"You can't even imagine the tricks there."
The young master's face was full of aftertaste: "I don't understand even if I tell you. Anyway, as long as you go in, you will definitely take out the money obediently. I think the money was well spent! I'm so ecstatic!"
"What about the third floor? Don't you need 1 taels of silver?" asked the reckless man.
"Look, you don't understand now, do you?"
The young master sneered: "Go to the third floor and get nothing."
"But not everyone can go. All the dignitaries in the city are divided into levels and positions of power, so they can go to the third floor."
"Last year's number one scholar was only invited to the third floor when he was in high school."
"You guys, don't even think about it in this life."
"Why? Isn't it enough to spend money?" the man asked.
"As I said, what we pursue here is fun and interest. Why do we always raise money?"
"That pickled food doesn't work that well here."
"You spend 1 taels of silver, but it's not as effective as a stubborn master's words."
"So, money is of no use, it's all about connections, circles, and face!"
The young master took another sip: "I'm telling you, the girl on the third floor is called a unique one. Her appearance is naturally unique among all, and everyone has the same unique skill."
"There must be something special about chess, calligraphy, painting, military tea, and martial arts."
"If you want to go up to the third floor, a distinguished guest must have special skills. If you don't stop, you are not allowed to go up."
"No matter if they are dignitaries or dignitaries, it doesn't matter who comes. This is the rule."
The rough guys swallowed their saliva, but they didn't expect that there were so many people talking in the small guild hall.
"As for the fourth floor, hum, it's even more amazing."
"The fourth floor is by invitation only."
"Only those invited by the fourth floor can go to the fourth floor."
Young Master picked up some peanuts and swallowed them with wine: "Let me tell you an interesting story. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, King Jing drank too much on the second floor and wanted to hang out on the fourth floor, but he was kicked out."
"King Jing, that's your Majesty's favorite. King of the Ming Dynasty, you still don't give me face on the fourth floor."
"The most beautiful courtesans in the world are all on the fourth floor."
"It doesn't matter whether they are from Nanzhili or Shandong, Shanxi or Zhejiang. It doesn't matter where the courtesans are in the world. As long as they are famous, they have to come to the Capital Guild Hall and be selected by color. Only the top ones can enter the fourth floor."
"You said, Oiran, how many people are still dreaming about her."
"They're all on the fourth floor. Maybe we can hear them when they fart. It's worth smelling them, hahaha."
The young master himself said he was happy.
While he was talking, many individual tourists came over and asked, "What about the fifth floor?"
"The fifth and sixth floors are not open to the public. We don't know what's inside yet, but the fourth floor is already like that. Can you tell us what the fifth and sixth floors should look like?"
As the young master spoke, he drank wine and drank up the entire bottle.
The wine in the club is not cheap.
Just this pot costs 50 taels of silver, just drinking, no one to wait on me.
The drunken men felt distressed, so they bought a pot and were reluctant to drink it. They just squatted here and watched like old haters.
The reckless man laughed loudly: "That must be where the emperor lives!"
This remark caused everyone to laugh.
Maybe the fifth and sixth floors are reserved for the emperor.
The emperor slept on the sixth floor, and the ministers slept on the fifth floor, living together.
suddenly.
A group of fans entered the hall.
Originally this was Jin Yiwei's guild hall, and it was common for people to come and go.
However, the leader, wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife hanging on his waist, strode over: "What did you just say? Mr. Emperor?"
The man suddenly stopped speaking and said with a stiff smile, "My lord, you heard me wrong."
"What is the crime of slandering Your Majesty? Do you know?" Lu Qian's tone was cold and stern.
No matter how stupid the man is, he knows that this crime is serious, so he quickly shakes his head and says, "It's all what he said. The kid doesn't know anything!"
Lu Qian followed the man's fingers and looked over.
The young man drank happily and ignored Lu Qian at all.
"Zhang Fuhua, do you dare to slander Your Majesty?" Lu Qian pushed the man away, stepped over and slapped the table.
Zhang Fuhua, whose father was Zhang Hong, died in Tumubao.
He himself was sent to the Imperial Academy.
However, Kong has the gift of photographic memory, but he is addicted to wine shops and likes to brag and fight with others. After the establishment of guild halls, he spends time in guild halls every day.
If you don't study for three years, but you are praised by your husband, you are a natural genius, but you don't need to be in the right place.
He is present in three guild halls in Beijing every day.
"So it's Deputy Commander Lu?"
Zhang Fuhua opened his eyes. He was betrayed, but he was not angry: "My master is drinking here, what will it do to your Jin Yiwei?"
He and Lu Qian are old acquaintances.
Lu Qian's father Lu Heng also died in Tumu Fort. He was discovered by Lu Zhong and ordered to join Tiqi, but was taken into Jinyiwei by Jin Zhong.
"Slandering Your Majesty is related to Jin Yiwei's business!"
Lu Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Take it away!"
Zhang Fuhua drank all the wine in the flask, licked the wine on his fingertips, and said, "Hang on, who is slandering you?"
"you!"
Lu Qian didn't want to talk nonsense to him, it would be embarrassing!
Zhang Fuhua, however, refused to give up: "Deputy Commander Lu, this man is just the emperor who lives on the fifth or sixth floor. How can he slander you!"
Huo Ran!
Lu Qian suddenly looked at the man with fierce eyes.
The rude man was so frightened that the literati's mouth killed people without blood.
Come and don't go indecent.
"You still said you didn't slander your Majesty? Take him away!"
Lu Qian didn't waste any time and walked up to Zhang Fuhua: "His Majesty asked you to enter the Imperial College because he hopes you will follow the example of your late father and serve the country instead of wasting your time on having fun! Zhang Fuhua, take care of yourself!"
Lu Qian's father is not as good as Zhang Hong.
Others were also stupid, not as smart as Zhang Fuhua. He had been studying classics for six years since primary school, but had achieved nothing. He knew that there was no hope in the imperial examination, so he gave up literature and joined martial arts, and looked for an opportunity to join Tiqi.
It's just that Zhang Fuhua doesn't use it, he is uninhibited, and he just likes to get into the lower realms.
It's really a waste of talent.
Lu Qian walked up to the second floor.
The waiting turtles were startled and retreated one after another.
Zhang Fuhua couldn't listen to the advice at all. It was a pity that the fool was captured and no one bought him a drink.
He looked at Lu Qian with drunken eyes, thoughtfully.
"Mr. Zhang, that person hasn't settled the bill for the wine yet. What do you think of this money?" Mr. Turtle came over to collect the bill.
Zhang Fuhua's face suddenly stiffened: "You go to them to ask for it, why do you want to ask me? I have no money, don't force me, I will go to Lu Qian to fight for my life!"
"Don't dare." Mr. Turtle was startled and could only smile bitterly.
Zhang Fuhua relied on his late father's legacy to eat and drink in the guild hall, but he couldn't do anything about him.
The only way to get this debt is from the rude man who bought the wine.
On the second floor, in the elegant room next to the window, the sounds of poetry appreciation could be heard. There were literati having a poetry meeting, and cheers could be heard from time to time.
Lu Qian directly interrupted the poetry meeting with his words.
A young man wearing a scholar's hat raised his hand to Lu Qian: "Sir, it's not against the law for us to hold a poetry meeting here, right?"
"Of course it's not illegal, but I just want to check. What poem did you write?" Lu Qian said.
These words immediately caused a burst of laughter: "Do you understand the poems we wrote?"
"I don't understand." Lu Qian is really not a good student.
After he became enlightened, he read the classics for six years, but could not even write a single article. However, Zhang Fuhua barely read it, but he picked up the pen and wrote as if he was inspired.
Suddenly burst into laughter.
Lu Qian casually picked up a piece of poetry: "It's a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the people or the ghosts and gods."
"How to buy Hu Sunong? The king will turn red when he smiles."
"Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and the two places are nowhere to be seen."
"Why can't I understand a word of these poems?"
The literati in the hat exclaimed: "This, this is not a poem written by us! You, you are slandering!"
The first and third sentences are Li Shangyin's poem satirizing the emperor's stupidity and incompetence.
The second sentence is that Luo Yin used the past to satirize the present, using the title of Emperor Xizong of the Tang Dynasty to reward the monkey performer, as a metaphor for his talent but not being recognized.
but!
The poem on the paper is clearly: "The singing and dancing pavilion is something to be boasted about. In the past, it was so luxurious. There is still Gen Yue in the sky, and the divine sky is separated by the purple clouds. The abandoned garden is barren and there is no place for herding horses, and the old willows in the long ditch are not hidden. Crow. The blind girl on the street has no regrets and can play the pipa and talk about the Zhao family."
This is a poem by Qu You. He was convicted for his poems in the Yongle Dynasty and died in the eighth year of Xuande.
He is most famous for his new edition of "Jian Deng Newspeak".
"Do you think I can't read? This is Qu You's poem!"
Lu Qian shouted sharply: "Do you sympathize with Qu You?"
"We can't sympathize with Qu You, but we can only sigh with dismay at Qu You's great poetic talent!" the young man explained.
"Then do you know when Qu You wrote this poem?" Lu Qian asked.
The young man was slightly taken aback.
This poem was written by Qu You when he was exiled and living in Bianjing.
Is there any resentment among them?
"You, you also understand poetry?" The young man never expected that a guard in Jin Yi could actually understand poetry?Do you think it’s ridiculous?
"Humph, I don't understand poetry, but I understand people's hearts!"
Lu Qian said coldly: "Are you reading Qu You's poems, using the past to satirize the present, and satirize the current emperor?"
Pfft!
The young man sat down on the ground: "No, no, absolutely not!"
"Why are you panicking?" Lu Qian shouted.
Nothing in the guild hall can escape the eyes and ears of Jin Yiwei.
This young man's name is Zhang Zhuang, and it is said that he is Zhang Lun's youngest son. Because Li Jie had a good relationship with him, it is rumored that he is Zhang Lun's youngest son.
"Deputy Commander Lu!"
A voice came from the corner. A young man with starry eyebrows and sword-shaped eyebrows stood up: "It's too much!"
"Who are you?" Lu Qian really didn't recognize him.
"Brother Chen, save me!" Zhang Zhuang begged for mercy.
He stood up and saluted Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, I am Chen He, my uncle is Lin Cong, the governor of Henan, and my niece is serving in the palace."
Concubine Lin’s family?
Lu Qian felt that it was difficult to handle, so he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chen, I still have official duties, so it is inconvenient for me to be polite."
Chen He frowned: "Deputy Commander Lu, please take a step to speak. I have been favored by my uncle and am also on duty in the palace."
This is using power to oppress others.
When Lu Qian was hesitating, someone came in and whispered: "Sir, the deputy commander has already brought a group of people, please speed up."
Lu Qian was far inferior to Guan Yao, he was timid in doing things.
As everyone knows, to be a royal guard, you have to offend others first. Will the emperor keep a dog that does not offend others?
Chen He thought that his identity had frightened Lu Qian, so he smiled and took out a small banknote and put it into Lu Qian's hand: "I understand the rules. I'll treat you brothers to a cup of tea."
"I am following Mao Wei. You should know Mao Wei, right? That is Concubine Mao's younger brother, a person whom Your Majesty trusts."
"You are also His Majesty's confidant."
"How about you, we are a family."
Snapped!
Not finished.
Lu Qian suddenly slapped Chen He on the face: "Who are you trying to get close to?"
Chen He was stunned by the slap.
The entire poetry meeting took a breath of air.
Chen He was Lin Cong's nephew, and he was an acquaintance of Li Jie for eight years. Such a person was actually slapped in the face!
"You, you don't know who I am?" Chen He pointed at Lu Qian.
"I don't know! Then tell me, who are you?" Lu Qian also suppressed the fear in his heart.
"My uncle is Lin Cong! Lin Cong!"
Chen He roared.
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him in the face again: "How dare you call Governor Lin Fu's name? I will teach you an unfilial nephew on behalf of the Governor of Henan!"
Chen He was stunned and pointed at Lu Qian.
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him again with his backhand: "Who are you referring to?"
"I am going to the palace to sue you, to sue you!" Chen He was furious.
It's not a pain in the face.
But shame!
He organized this poetry meeting. He didn't understand poetry, but he enjoyed the atmosphere.
Being a guard in the palace is very restrictive. I have a rest today and just want to go out and relax.
As a result, the poetry meeting was a disaster, he was slapped several times, and he was also beaten.
"Sue me? You traitor, you still have the nerve to sue me!"
Lu Qian put the paper on his face: "Do you understand what these poems mean? Do you understand? This is anti-poetry!"
"Wha, what?" Chen He's eyes widened.
He held the paper in his hand and knew every word. He could read them together, but he couldn't read the meaning.
"Anti-poetry?" Chen He was dumbfounded.
"It's anti-poetry!"
"You think I have nothing to do? Are you here to talk nonsense during a big holiday?"
"Open your eyes and see if this poem is anti-poetry!"
Lu Qian shouted: "Do you know who Qu You is?"
Chen He shook his head.
But Zhangzhuang was anxious: "Brother Chen, you can't put yourself aside and don't care whether we live or die!"
"To shut up!"
No matter how stupid Chen He is, he knows Qu You, but he can't say it. He can only look at Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, I don't know anything about this place. Just pretend I haven't been here."
Posing to go.
The moment when he and Lu Qian were separated.
Clang!
The Xiuchun knife was unsheathed and placed on the back of Chen He's neck: "Mr. Chen, where are you going?"
"This matter has nothing to do with me. Of course I have to go home." Chen He showed an awkward smile.
"It's better to go to Jinyiwei Prison to explain! Take him away!"
Lu Qian couldn't care less about his relatives.
Guan Yao cannot be allowed to make meritorious deeds first, nor can he lag behind others.
"Brother Li, save me!" When he was taken out of the private room, Chen He shouted into a room.
Lu Qian suddenly looked towards the room: "Brother Li? Which Brother Li?"
"The son of the governor of Liaoning, Li Jie, your majesty's imperial bodyguard!" Chen He brought out the big shot, trying to scare Lu Qian to death.
Lu Qian stroked his beard: "Knock on the door and see what Mr. Li says!"
Chen He still wanted to be clever, but found that Lu Qian's eyes were shining, he was trying to use Li Jie for meritorious service!
Don't forget, Li Xian is an official whom the emperor hates, while Lu Qian is a slave of the emperor, making judgments from above.
"Sir, I'm talking nonsense, nonsense!" Chen He immediately gave up.
Lu Qian suddenly understood how refreshing Song Tang was.
Snapped!
A slap landed on Chen He's face: "How dare you act like your official?"
Chen He was fooled?
Do you know who I am?
My uncle is Lin Cong, my niece is the concubine, and I am the palace guard!
Do you dare to hit such a person?
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him in the face again with his backhand: "Speak!"
Okay, let's fight...
"It hurts!" Chen He flattened his mouth and said only one word.
creak.
The door of the elegant room was opened, and there was a strange smell inside. Li Jie came out disheveled, and raised his hands towards Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, why are you so aggressive?"
Seeing Li Jie, Chen He's mouth flattened and he burst into tears: "Brother, Jin Yiwei is lawless and slanders us for discussing anti-poetry!"
Zhang Zhuang was even more ruthless: "Brother, run quickly, the Jin Yiwei is going to concoct an unjust case!"
"To shut up!"
Li Jie scolded, then cupped his hands towards Lu Qian and said, "It must be a major case to alert the Jinyi Guards. Just ask Deputy Commander Lu to handle the case in accordance with the law."
Chen He and Zhang Zhuang turned pale. They didn't expect Li Jie to be so heartless!
Lu Qian laughed: "Li Wei, Mr. Chen said that you also participated in the poetry meeting. Did you really participate?"
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(End of this chapter)
The sun and the moon are like shuttles.
In a blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival.
The New Year's Eve hot pot banquet, the reprimand of Princess Gu'an, and the military sports games became hot topics among the literati in the capital.
Especially for hot pot feasts, many literati wrote poems and paintings.
Tang Yinji wrote two sentences: "Where people gather around the stove to cook and cheer, all kinds of flavors melt into the small cauldron", which caused a burst of cheers.
Become the most handsome guy in the club.
Someone else drew a picture of Xing Guogong's hot pot feast to flatter Yu Qian.
Suddenly, more than [-] hot pot restaurants opened in Beijing, and more than a dozen were prosperous, but none of them could offer spicy hot pot, which was a pity for a while.
But hot pot unexpectedly became popular, and consumption of meat and seafood was huge, so four or five sesame sauce brands were born.
Princess Gu'an was reprimanded. The most embarrassing thing was Fang Han, who was studying in the martial arts hall, and laughed at him for marrying a tigress.
There are also literati who wrote poems to satirize the emperor's incompetence in educating his daughter.
As for the New Year's vision in the court, many literati criticized the emperor for not knowing the sufferings of the people and only pursuing his own great achievements.
The capital was in chaos, with various voices filling restaurants, guild halls, and newspapers.
The closure of the Tantai Library was scolded by literati, and there were even calls for the royal scrolls to be made public.
On the other hand, Wu Yubi, the master of Neo-Confucianism, quietly copied books and recruited disciples without making a sound.
But he was strongly ridiculed.
Some literati even went to Wu Yubi's residence to throw excrement.
A good master of Neo-Confucianism, a bucket of excrement poured over his head, and he was completely stunned. The taste was sour, let alone refreshing.
Then Wu Yubi thanked the guests behind closed doors and silently licked his wounds in the house.
The lamp shed built years ago came in handy.
The lantern shed stands on the street and is as high as the surrounding buildings. It is composed of four layers of stacked lights and is covered with green branches such as pine and cypress.
Each floor is hung with various lanterns, such as canopy lanterns, spherical lanterns, multi-faceted palace lanterns, etc., embellished with images of gods and figures. There are six doors at the bottom, and the two characters "Aoshan" are inscribed on the horizontal lintel of the main door.
Above the six gates and Ao Zhu, the main lighting scene is divided into three levels. The lower level is the Eight Immortals, the middle level is the six Buddhist and Taoist statues, and the top level is a small pavilion, symbolizing the golden platform and jade world on the overseas fairy mountains.
As night falls, Aoshan lanterns are lit, and dramas, acrobatics, rolling lanterns, and fireworks are performed. Stars and stars hang in the alleys, bright as day, and noisy.
The lanterns in Aoshan are shining in the moonlight, and people are enjoying themselves. There are thousands of jade girls in front of Xuande Gate.
This poem by a poet in the late Yuan Dynasty describes the scene of Aoshan lanterns celebrating the Lantern Festival.
Zhu Qiyu did not like luxury, but he did not hesitate to spend money on Aoshan lanterns. Jiaofangsi's opera troupe performed under Aoshan lanterns until the seventeenth day of the first lunar month.
After you sing, I will appear on the stage. I will sing for seven hours every day. Various small classes, small plays, and various singing styles will all appear on the stage.
There is no charge to watch the theater, and there are no private seats.
The stage was set under the lights of Aoshan, and people crowded around the stage.
In order to prevent anyone from causing trouble, Jinyiwei sent people to maintain order.
The opera lasted for seventeen days.
The venue was packed with people and there was thunderous applause. The people in the capital were so addicted to the opera that private troupes also came to steal the show.
The servants of the Jiaofang no longer accepted guests, and the female officials in the palace served as servants. Instead, it became a holy place for opera.
Folk legends and stories are adapted into novels, and the novels are adapted into operas, which are then arranged by Jiaofangsi.
Most of the family members of the prisoners were literate, and they sang and performed, or wrote novels, storybooks, etc., and spread them to the people.
Just like in the first month of the ninth year of Jingtai, the female officials of the Jiaofang Division organized opera singing. Most of the songs they sang were new songs. The emperor did not set any restrictions, and all kinds of minor tunes bloomed.
Folk artists steal their lessons, adapt them into tunes of their own dialect, and take them back to make money.
Even folk artists can go to Jiaofangsi to buy a playbook, which contains details about the arranger, lyricist, script adapter, etc.
The names are all women.
Some only have surnames and no first names.
The emperor also issued an imperial edict to give names to the women in the Jiaofang Si who left their names in the books, and then the names in the playbooks appeared.
The emperor also authorized the Jiaofang Department to run a tabloid to write some new songs, new lyrics, and biographies of lyricists and composers.
Jiaofang Secretary Fengluan was skeptical, and the tabloid went crazy.
People underestimate the spreading power of gossip. If you look at the tabloids in Beijing, the best-selling gossip must be the gossip about celebrities in the DPRK and China, and the best-selling one is Yu Qian.
However, the publication of women's names in books caused an uproar in the court, but the emperor suppressed it, believing that talents of both men and women could be passed down from generation to generation.
The emperor had a new nickname, Friend of Women.
On New Year's Eve, the emperor issued another decree.
Within the Jiaofang Division, lyrics, composers, arrangers, and singers were allowed to remove their slave status and return to civilian status. After three years, they could choose a good husband to marry, and their husbands were not allowed to despise them.
Therefore, in the first month of the year, the opera singers work so hard just to get slave status and obtain citizenship.
Seeing this imperial edict, the folk opera troupes burst into tears, lamenting that the emperor was well aware of the suffering of the people, and the opera singers were finally no longer lowly.
Listening to opera has also become a trend in the capital.
Even those who don’t understand have to listen, and those who don’t understand are just old haters.
The opera singers in the guild hall gradually became more prominent, and literati also began to sing a few lines of opera, followed by a few poems. Dimes and operas in various dialects collided with each other and merged with each other, forming new schools one after another.
As the novels of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin became popular, various operas were adapted from them, forming classic fragments and performed into various dramas.
There has been a novel craze in Ming Dynasty.
Some frustrated literati began to study novels at home. Suddenly, all kinds of crude novels filled the newspapers.
In fact, some kind of unspeakable novel has become popular.
It was also spread to the palace.
Snapped!
"Is this a novel?"
Zhu Qiyu threw it on the table: "I think it's Yan Qing, what a mess!"
"Go, copy this newspaper, and send everyone into exile!"
"Arrest the author of this novel and exile him to Qiongzhou Mansion!"
"Your Majesty, this trivial matter is not worth getting angry at." Feng Xiao was so excited that he peed because this thing was so exciting.
"Are all civil literati like this?"
Zhu Qiyu was furious. He developed novels in the hope of producing masterpieces such as The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Dream of Red Mansions, which would be handed down from generation to generation.
This kind of garbage is not allowed to flourish.
"It's time to set up a newspaper bureau. Without supervision, it's really lawless."
Zhu Qiyu asked coldly: "Are there also novels scolding me?"
Feng Xiao was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
Aren't all the literati in Beijing scolding you? It's not like you don't know.
"Your Majesty, today is the Lantern Festival, so you shouldn't be angry."
Zhu Qiyu waved his hand: "I won't go look at the Aoshan lantern."
"Go and bring Tang Yinji, Su Ping, Su Zheng, Yan Duo, Wang Zhenqing, Shen Yu, and Jiang Zhong."
Feng Xiao was startled, the emperor was about to take action.
There was no warning, but he chose to take action during the Lantern Festival.
Lantern Festival, murder night.
"The slaves obey the orders!"
Zhu Qiyu opened the memorial and looked at the affairs of the world.
On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the New Year is over.
It was time for the world to get back on track. He was reading the memorial written by Bian Yong. Bian Yong had already arrived in Hubei and wrote the memorial in Wuchang Mansion.
It is estimated that he has arrived in Guangxi by this time.
Zhu Qiyu watched carefully, and Bian Yong wrote down everything he thought along the way and reported it to the emperor.
After reading it, Zhu Qiyu closed the memorial and tapped his fingertips: "Feng Xiao, I want to support some merchants leading to Annan. Do you have any candidates?"
"Your Majesty, do you want to use the room?" Feng Xiao instantly understood what the emperor meant.
It was used among merchants in the pre-Qin era.
"On the surface, I am doing business as a merchant, but secretly I am investigating the movements of the southeastern countries for the court. I gather the terrain, customs, environment, court situation, etc. into intelligence, and then infiltrate them to prepare for my recovery of the southeastern countries."
The reason for using recovery.
Because of the Yuan system of the Ming Dynasty, the southeastern countries originally belonged to the Great Yuan territory. Although it was only in name, it could be included on the map.
Moreover, Emperor Yongle set up the Three Propaganda and Six Comforts in Southeast Asia, including the body poison part.
Then, the legal system of the southeastern countries is in the hands of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, inquiring about foreign affairs information requires a special system to operate, and merchants must be trained by themselves. Private merchants may not be loyal to the king."
Zhu Qiyu nodded: "I want to use Tiqi to transform it into a foreign intelligence bureau, responsible for Annan, Champa, Siam, three propaganda and six comforts, Korea, Japan, Turpan, Hami, Oara, Tatar, Uliangha, and Samarkand Waiting for foreign affairs.”
"Let's look at Lu Gao first and give him a chance to make up for his mistakes."
"There is no need to cultivate businessmen. Compared with the Ming Dynasty, these are weak countries."
"The Ming Dynasty can sweep through with strong troops, but I cherish the Ming army's combat power, sympathize with the soldiers, and don't want too many casualties."
"After the country was plowed, a group of businessmen who were exiled according to their crimes were selected, their families were controlled in the capital, and settled in a separate city. They were not allowed to communicate with the outside world. They were used as hostages and ordered to serve me abroad."
"Select the businessmen caught in Jiangxi first."
"After the selection, they will all join Tiqi, and their families will settle in Beijing and work hard for me."
Feng Xiao knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty has mercy on the common people, which is the blessing of the world."
"Killing someone can only temporarily relieve his anger. Making people work for you like a donkey is the biggest punishment for him."
Zhu Qiyu asked Wynn to write it in a booklet.
Finding that Huaien was not waiting in the hall, he asked Fu Yuan to come over and write.
"The restructuring of Tiqi needs to be carefully considered. I will ask the ministers of the Cabinet to discuss the details someday."
Zhu Qiyu sighed: "The official administration needs to be overhauled. Now many departments have been added. The departments are confused and unable to cooperate."
"In the past few days, the court officials have not come up with a conclusion."
"After the court comes down tomorrow, please invite the important ministers of the court to come to the Yangxin Hall to discuss the matter and come up with a charter."
"My slave will help you remember it."
Just as he was talking, Tang Yinji and others entered the palace.
Tang Yinji was the great-grandson of Tang He. He was very talented and was recommended by Zhou Chen and Hu Hui.
Brothers Su Ping, Yan Duo and others are also great talents.
However, although these people are talented, they all have bad breath.
It cannot be used without training.
Zhu Qiyu stopped talking, but continued to read the memorial and asked them to kneel in the hall.
Tang Yinji and others were sweating coldly. The emperor was settling an old score.
After more than half an hour.
Zhu Qiyu raised his eyes: "In the place where people gather around the stove to cook and cheer, all kinds of flavors melt into the small cauldron, is this written by You?"
"Reply to Your Majesty, it was written by a common man." Tang Yinji kowtowed.
"Are you a commoner? Your great-grandfather was the King of Dongou. Do you think I don't know you?"
Zhu Qiyu shouted: "Go, slap him twice, it will be remembered for a long time!"
Snapped!Snapped!
Feng Xiao took the ruler and clicked it on the left and right sides.
Tang Yinji's cheek suddenly became red and swollen, the ruler hit his cheek, his teeth hit his cheek, and blood overflowed.
"Wei Chen is guilty!" Tang Yinji reluctantly kowtowed.
"Whose minister are you?"
Zhu Qiyu threw away the memorial, stood up from his chair, sat on the couch, and looked directly at Tang Yinji.
Tang Yinji was so frightened that he trembled all over: "Wei, Weichen is your Majesty's minister!"
"Do I dare to have a minister like you?"
"I am an ignorant and ignorant king, dare you, a great sage, to bow down to me?"
"Humph, let me see, Emperor Taizu should not have ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. Your ancestor Tang He should have ascended the throne. Only a great sage like you can be the wise king of the world!"
Zhu Qiyu has a strange yin and yang.
Tang Yinji trembled all over: "I am loyal to your majesty, and my ancestors are even more loyal to Emperor Taizu. I don't dare to have the slightest intention to go beyond that! Absolutely not!"
This is the rhythm to dig King Dongou out of the coffin board.
Emperor Taizu was very kind to his old brother. After Tang He died, his descendants were not knighted or allowed to inherit the title.
It is impossible to say that the Tang family has no resentment in their hearts.
Let's conquer the country together, why should you, the old Zhu family, be the emperor, while my old Tang family can't even drink soup?What's more, without Tang He, you, Zhu Yuanzhang, would still be a little monk!
"Loyal? Are you scolding me for being loyal?"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "If others scold me, that's fine. After all, they have never received any favor from the emperor. What kind of family is yours? Have you forgotten?"
Suddenly, roar!
Tang Yinji's body trembled like an egg: "Your Majesty, I have never scolded Your Majesty, and I will never dare to insult your father. No, I don't dare!"
"Do you think I am blind? You are the only one who has read the book, haven't I?"
Zhu Qiyu had a fierce look on his face: "After reading a few bad books, you dare to slander your father? If I give you a sword, will I kill your father?"
"I don't dare!" Tang Yinji cried in fear.
Several other literati were scared to death.
When you hold the pen, you are a warrior, but when you put down the pen, you are a coward.
"It's because Emperor Taizu didn't let your ancestor ascend the throne, so you have resentment in your heart, right?"
"After so many years, the court has ignored you, don't you feel good about it?"
"That's why you vented your resentment on me?"
"Is it fun to scold me every day?"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "Humph, if you are so resentful, why don't I open an ancestral temple for you, let you go in, and scold Emperor Taizu?"
"what!"
Tang Yinji wanted to die now, die immediately.
Although the Tang family was not ennobled, it was still a big family with thousands of members. If he was exiled because of him, he would be a sinner of the family.
"It seems you want to scold me!"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "I really didn't realize that Tang He's descendants would actually turn out to be traitors!"
"Absolutely not Wei Chen! Your Majesty, Wei Chen is willing to die to prove his innocence!" Tang Yinji really wanted to kill him head on.
Your Majesty, you can't always accuse me wrongly!
No matter what, you have to put it on my head!
Zhu Qiyu stopped teasing him and looked at the Su Ping brothers: "You guys, after reading so many books and being able to write a few acid poems, who do you think you are?"
"Do you think you are Li Shangyin? Are you Luo Yin?"
Luo Yin often scolded the emperor, but it was already the end of the Tang Dynasty.
Everyone freaked out.
From the moment he was ordered to enter the palace, it proved that the emperor's counterattack was coming.
"Why didn't you speak?"
"Great talents!"
Zhu Qiyu stood up slowly: "When you scold me, each one is more powerful than the other. How come you don't even dare to fart when you are in front of me?"
I really don't dare to fart, for fear that my fart will smoke you up.
"I am guilty!"
"Admit it?"
Zhu Qiyu asked coldly: "I don't even know where I have done anything to regret you!"
"I think that I am a fairly qualified emperor, but why do you say that I am a wicked and ignorant king?"
"it is good."
"Since you are calling me an ignorant and ignorant king!"
"Then I will show you what it means to be a ignorant and ignorant king!"
Zhu Qiyu sneered: "Take off their clothes and hang them on the Meridian Gate to let their admirers see how elegant they are?"
Tang Yinji lay on the ground and cried loudly.
This is more cruel than killing them.
"No one is allowed to die. If you dare to commit suicide, I will kill all nine of your tribes!"
Zhu Qiyu adjusted his posture: "While I'm hanging, I also write a poem for myself. It has to be appropriate to the occasion and wonderful. I want to read it! It also has to be recorded in the history books! It will make you famous!"
He waved.
The eunuchs dragged several talented people down.
Su Ping and Su Zheng are both 80 years old, but they still have to be embarrassed like this.
Can't die yet.
He was stripped naked and hung on the Meridian Gate, and then he wrote a poem that would be remembered throughout the ages.
From now on, they will no longer be the Ten Talents of Jingtai, but the Ten Dogs of Jingtai, nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
"Publish the decree to arrest all those who insult me and ridicule the government!"
"The slaves obey the orders!"
The news spread out of the palace, and the factory guards were dispatched.
The Lantern Festival is celebrated in Beijing with a strong festive atmosphere.
But the factory guards were suddenly summoned, like a tiger coming out of the box.
Jinyi guards Guan Yao and Lu Qian led the team.
Dongchang is led by Fan Qing.
The guild hall was in the hands of the factory guards. The girls in the guild hall knew what the scholars said, so they just scanned their own guild hall first.
During the Lantern Festival, the palace guards take a vacation.
They all hang out in the guild hall. There are countless girls here who are both talented in folk arts, but they are all poor people. They can't see or touch them. If you want to touch them, you have to pay more.
There are various ways to play in the clubhouse, there are programs every day, and there are also small programs in various small rooms.
Occasionally, the opera troupe from Jiaofangsi will be invited to perform operas, which is very lively.
There was a small show in the small room that was even more exciting. The young lady dressed in tulle danced hotly and gracefully.
To be able to get in, you don't just have to be rich, you have to have status.
Most dignitaries in the capital could not see it. Only a few people who were attracted by the girl and treated as guests could enter the small room to watch the show.
"Damn it, I spent so much money and I can't even touch it with my hands!"
"Just drinking and drinking here! There's no one to wait on you!"
A rugged man said with anger on his face: "It's better than before. For just a few taels of silver, those girls would have to lick my toes!"
"It's better now. If we open a club, I can't find any girls even if I want to!"
His brother echoed: "Yes, brother, the capital has banned brothels again, so you can only come to the club, and everything you do costs money! It's just driving up prices! What a damn bad luck!"
"Brothers, what you are talking about is the old almanac."
In the dining room on the first floor, a few rough men were sitting together eating wine, and there wasn't even anyone serving tea or water.
A well-mannered young man from a wealthy family came over with a fan and sat down. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip without hesitation: "Look, this club has six floors. On the first floor, people are as poor as you and me." FIT.”
"Not to mention meeting the oiran, there isn't even a decent girl, they're all dead flowers and willows."
"Let's sit here, just like we used to have tea parties, and write a few acid poems to coax the girl."
"It's different now. Everything is about money."
"Whoever pays more money will be chosen by those ruined flowers and will let them in."
"Look, this floor is surrounded by small rooms, and those who can get in are all idiots who have lost all their money and seen some ruined flowers and willows, and they don't even know it."
"The kind of goods you saw before are gone long ago. They have either changed careers or gone underground."
"Oh, even these fallen flowers and willows are all immortal figures in your eyes."
As he spoke, he picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.
"Sir, we are all rough sailors and don't know the ropes here. Please tell me carefully." A rough man poured him a glass of wine.The young master smiled and said: "Then I will tell you what to do."
"This second floor is full of courtesans who were once very popular. Although they are outdated, they are still charming and beautiful."
"If you go to the second floor, you must have this number."
He holds out an index finger.
"100 taels of silver?" asked a reckless man.
"Oh, 100 taels? No one is looking at you on the first floor."
The young master looked at him with disgust, and said in a loud voice, "1000 taels of silver!"
"Just pay 1000 taels of silver?" The rude man who was shouting was frightened.
"It's only 1000 taels, but it's nothing to a dignitary."
"What people want is elegance, what they pursue is a taste, and what they want to play is a sense of fun."
The young master picked up some peanuts and said: "But the guild hall will not be greedy for these 1000 taels. As long as you are not satisfied, you will get a full refund."
"But think about it, who are the people who can spend 1000 taels to go to the second floor? All they want is a face!"
"Who would be laughed at because of 1000 taels of silver?"
The young master took a sip of wine and said, "But the money in the guild hall is not free. You can stay as long as you want and eat as much as you want. Even if you invite friends over, the young people will entertain you well. If you are lucky, you will be invited." Which girl likes it, tsk tsk, that would be beautiful."
"Sir, didn't you say that all of them are old courtesans? Why are they so beautiful?" asked the reckless man.
Women, of course, the younger the better.
"Look at your brains, what are you thinking about?"
The young master said with disdain: "This is called elegance. It's not the dirty thing you think. Isn't that a bit of a frivolous thing that people lack? Isn't a random maid in someone's house pretty?"
"What you come here to spend money on is elegance, taste, face, and connections!"
"Understand?"
Rough guys really don’t understand.
Isn't that what I spent so much money to come to this place?
"I'm really not afraid to tell you that even a has-been courtesan is still extremely beautiful. She is old and has a yellow face, and is much prettier than your yellow-faced woman."
The young master ate some peanuts.
"Sir, what good stuff is there that can make people so addicted?" a man asked.
"You can't even imagine the tricks there."
The young master's face was full of aftertaste: "I don't understand even if I tell you. Anyway, as long as you go in, you will definitely take out the money obediently. I think the money was well spent! I'm so ecstatic!"
"What about the third floor? Don't you need 1 taels of silver?" asked the reckless man.
"Look, you don't understand now, do you?"
The young master sneered: "Go to the third floor and get nothing."
"But not everyone can go. All the dignitaries in the city are divided into levels and positions of power, so they can go to the third floor."
"Last year's number one scholar was only invited to the third floor when he was in high school."
"You guys, don't even think about it in this life."
"Why? Isn't it enough to spend money?" the man asked.
"As I said, what we pursue here is fun and interest. Why do we always raise money?"
"That pickled food doesn't work that well here."
"You spend 1 taels of silver, but it's not as effective as a stubborn master's words."
"So, money is of no use, it's all about connections, circles, and face!"
The young master took another sip: "I'm telling you, the girl on the third floor is called a unique one. Her appearance is naturally unique among all, and everyone has the same unique skill."
"There must be something special about chess, calligraphy, painting, military tea, and martial arts."
"If you want to go up to the third floor, a distinguished guest must have special skills. If you don't stop, you are not allowed to go up."
"No matter if they are dignitaries or dignitaries, it doesn't matter who comes. This is the rule."
The rough guys swallowed their saliva, but they didn't expect that there were so many people talking in the small guild hall.
"As for the fourth floor, hum, it's even more amazing."
"The fourth floor is by invitation only."
"Only those invited by the fourth floor can go to the fourth floor."
Young Master picked up some peanuts and swallowed them with wine: "Let me tell you an interesting story. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, King Jing drank too much on the second floor and wanted to hang out on the fourth floor, but he was kicked out."
"King Jing, that's your Majesty's favorite. King of the Ming Dynasty, you still don't give me face on the fourth floor."
"The most beautiful courtesans in the world are all on the fourth floor."
"It doesn't matter whether they are from Nanzhili or Shandong, Shanxi or Zhejiang. It doesn't matter where the courtesans are in the world. As long as they are famous, they have to come to the Capital Guild Hall and be selected by color. Only the top ones can enter the fourth floor."
"You said, Oiran, how many people are still dreaming about her."
"They're all on the fourth floor. Maybe we can hear them when they fart. It's worth smelling them, hahaha."
The young master himself said he was happy.
While he was talking, many individual tourists came over and asked, "What about the fifth floor?"
"The fifth and sixth floors are not open to the public. We don't know what's inside yet, but the fourth floor is already like that. Can you tell us what the fifth and sixth floors should look like?"
As the young master spoke, he drank wine and drank up the entire bottle.
The wine in the club is not cheap.
Just this pot costs 50 taels of silver, just drinking, no one to wait on me.
The drunken men felt distressed, so they bought a pot and were reluctant to drink it. They just squatted here and watched like old haters.
The reckless man laughed loudly: "That must be where the emperor lives!"
This remark caused everyone to laugh.
Maybe the fifth and sixth floors are reserved for the emperor.
The emperor slept on the sixth floor, and the ministers slept on the fifth floor, living together.
suddenly.
A group of fans entered the hall.
Originally this was Jin Yiwei's guild hall, and it was common for people to come and go.
However, the leader, wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife hanging on his waist, strode over: "What did you just say? Mr. Emperor?"
The man suddenly stopped speaking and said with a stiff smile, "My lord, you heard me wrong."
"What is the crime of slandering Your Majesty? Do you know?" Lu Qian's tone was cold and stern.
No matter how stupid the man is, he knows that this crime is serious, so he quickly shakes his head and says, "It's all what he said. The kid doesn't know anything!"
Lu Qian followed the man's fingers and looked over.
The young man drank happily and ignored Lu Qian at all.
"Zhang Fuhua, do you dare to slander Your Majesty?" Lu Qian pushed the man away, stepped over and slapped the table.
Zhang Fuhua, whose father was Zhang Hong, died in Tumubao.
He himself was sent to the Imperial Academy.
However, Kong has the gift of photographic memory, but he is addicted to wine shops and likes to brag and fight with others. After the establishment of guild halls, he spends time in guild halls every day.
If you don't study for three years, but you are praised by your husband, you are a natural genius, but you don't need to be in the right place.
He is present in three guild halls in Beijing every day.
"So it's Deputy Commander Lu?"
Zhang Fuhua opened his eyes. He was betrayed, but he was not angry: "My master is drinking here, what will it do to your Jin Yiwei?"
He and Lu Qian are old acquaintances.
Lu Qian's father Lu Heng also died in Tumu Fort. He was discovered by Lu Zhong and ordered to join Tiqi, but was taken into Jinyiwei by Jin Zhong.
"Slandering Your Majesty is related to Jin Yiwei's business!"
Lu Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Take it away!"
Zhang Fuhua drank all the wine in the flask, licked the wine on his fingertips, and said, "Hang on, who is slandering you?"
"you!"
Lu Qian didn't want to talk nonsense to him, it would be embarrassing!
Zhang Fuhua, however, refused to give up: "Deputy Commander Lu, this man is just the emperor who lives on the fifth or sixth floor. How can he slander you!"
Huo Ran!
Lu Qian suddenly looked at the man with fierce eyes.
The rude man was so frightened that the literati's mouth killed people without blood.
Come and don't go indecent.
"You still said you didn't slander your Majesty? Take him away!"
Lu Qian didn't waste any time and walked up to Zhang Fuhua: "His Majesty asked you to enter the Imperial College because he hopes you will follow the example of your late father and serve the country instead of wasting your time on having fun! Zhang Fuhua, take care of yourself!"
Lu Qian's father is not as good as Zhang Hong.
Others were also stupid, not as smart as Zhang Fuhua. He had been studying classics for six years since primary school, but had achieved nothing. He knew that there was no hope in the imperial examination, so he gave up literature and joined martial arts, and looked for an opportunity to join Tiqi.
It's just that Zhang Fuhua doesn't use it, he is uninhibited, and he just likes to get into the lower realms.
It's really a waste of talent.
Lu Qian walked up to the second floor.
The waiting turtles were startled and retreated one after another.
Zhang Fuhua couldn't listen to the advice at all. It was a pity that the fool was captured and no one bought him a drink.
He looked at Lu Qian with drunken eyes, thoughtfully.
"Mr. Zhang, that person hasn't settled the bill for the wine yet. What do you think of this money?" Mr. Turtle came over to collect the bill.
Zhang Fuhua's face suddenly stiffened: "You go to them to ask for it, why do you want to ask me? I have no money, don't force me, I will go to Lu Qian to fight for my life!"
"Don't dare." Mr. Turtle was startled and could only smile bitterly.
Zhang Fuhua relied on his late father's legacy to eat and drink in the guild hall, but he couldn't do anything about him.
The only way to get this debt is from the rude man who bought the wine.
On the second floor, in the elegant room next to the window, the sounds of poetry appreciation could be heard. There were literati having a poetry meeting, and cheers could be heard from time to time.
Lu Qian directly interrupted the poetry meeting with his words.
A young man wearing a scholar's hat raised his hand to Lu Qian: "Sir, it's not against the law for us to hold a poetry meeting here, right?"
"Of course it's not illegal, but I just want to check. What poem did you write?" Lu Qian said.
These words immediately caused a burst of laughter: "Do you understand the poems we wrote?"
"I don't understand." Lu Qian is really not a good student.
After he became enlightened, he read the classics for six years, but could not even write a single article. However, Zhang Fuhua barely read it, but he picked up the pen and wrote as if he was inspired.
Suddenly burst into laughter.
Lu Qian casually picked up a piece of poetry: "It's a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the people or the ghosts and gods."
"How to buy Hu Sunong? The king will turn red when he smiles."
"Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and the two places are nowhere to be seen."
"Why can't I understand a word of these poems?"
The literati in the hat exclaimed: "This, this is not a poem written by us! You, you are slandering!"
The first and third sentences are Li Shangyin's poem satirizing the emperor's stupidity and incompetence.
The second sentence is that Luo Yin used the past to satirize the present, using the title of Emperor Xizong of the Tang Dynasty to reward the monkey performer, as a metaphor for his talent but not being recognized.
but!
The poem on the paper is clearly: "The singing and dancing pavilion is something to be boasted about. In the past, it was so luxurious. There is still Gen Yue in the sky, and the divine sky is separated by the purple clouds. The abandoned garden is barren and there is no place for herding horses, and the old willows in the long ditch are not hidden. Crow. The blind girl on the street has no regrets and can play the pipa and talk about the Zhao family."
This is a poem by Qu You. He was convicted for his poems in the Yongle Dynasty and died in the eighth year of Xuande.
He is most famous for his new edition of "Jian Deng Newspeak".
"Do you think I can't read? This is Qu You's poem!"
Lu Qian shouted sharply: "Do you sympathize with Qu You?"
"We can't sympathize with Qu You, but we can only sigh with dismay at Qu You's great poetic talent!" the young man explained.
"Then do you know when Qu You wrote this poem?" Lu Qian asked.
The young man was slightly taken aback.
This poem was written by Qu You when he was exiled and living in Bianjing.
Is there any resentment among them?
"You, you also understand poetry?" The young man never expected that a guard in Jin Yi could actually understand poetry?Do you think it’s ridiculous?
"Humph, I don't understand poetry, but I understand people's hearts!"
Lu Qian said coldly: "Are you reading Qu You's poems, using the past to satirize the present, and satirize the current emperor?"
Pfft!
The young man sat down on the ground: "No, no, absolutely not!"
"Why are you panicking?" Lu Qian shouted.
Nothing in the guild hall can escape the eyes and ears of Jin Yiwei.
This young man's name is Zhang Zhuang, and it is said that he is Zhang Lun's youngest son. Because Li Jie had a good relationship with him, it is rumored that he is Zhang Lun's youngest son.
"Deputy Commander Lu!"
A voice came from the corner. A young man with starry eyebrows and sword-shaped eyebrows stood up: "It's too much!"
"Who are you?" Lu Qian really didn't recognize him.
"Brother Chen, save me!" Zhang Zhuang begged for mercy.
He stood up and saluted Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, I am Chen He, my uncle is Lin Cong, the governor of Henan, and my niece is serving in the palace."
Concubine Lin’s family?
Lu Qian felt that it was difficult to handle, so he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chen, I still have official duties, so it is inconvenient for me to be polite."
Chen He frowned: "Deputy Commander Lu, please take a step to speak. I have been favored by my uncle and am also on duty in the palace."
This is using power to oppress others.
When Lu Qian was hesitating, someone came in and whispered: "Sir, the deputy commander has already brought a group of people, please speed up."
Lu Qian was far inferior to Guan Yao, he was timid in doing things.
As everyone knows, to be a royal guard, you have to offend others first. Will the emperor keep a dog that does not offend others?
Chen He thought that his identity had frightened Lu Qian, so he smiled and took out a small banknote and put it into Lu Qian's hand: "I understand the rules. I'll treat you brothers to a cup of tea."
"I am following Mao Wei. You should know Mao Wei, right? That is Concubine Mao's younger brother, a person whom Your Majesty trusts."
"You are also His Majesty's confidant."
"How about you, we are a family."
Snapped!
Not finished.
Lu Qian suddenly slapped Chen He on the face: "Who are you trying to get close to?"
Chen He was stunned by the slap.
The entire poetry meeting took a breath of air.
Chen He was Lin Cong's nephew, and he was an acquaintance of Li Jie for eight years. Such a person was actually slapped in the face!
"You, you don't know who I am?" Chen He pointed at Lu Qian.
"I don't know! Then tell me, who are you?" Lu Qian also suppressed the fear in his heart.
"My uncle is Lin Cong! Lin Cong!"
Chen He roared.
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him in the face again: "How dare you call Governor Lin Fu's name? I will teach you an unfilial nephew on behalf of the Governor of Henan!"
Chen He was stunned and pointed at Lu Qian.
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him again with his backhand: "Who are you referring to?"
"I am going to the palace to sue you, to sue you!" Chen He was furious.
It's not a pain in the face.
But shame!
He organized this poetry meeting. He didn't understand poetry, but he enjoyed the atmosphere.
Being a guard in the palace is very restrictive. I have a rest today and just want to go out and relax.
As a result, the poetry meeting was a disaster, he was slapped several times, and he was also beaten.
"Sue me? You traitor, you still have the nerve to sue me!"
Lu Qian put the paper on his face: "Do you understand what these poems mean? Do you understand? This is anti-poetry!"
"Wha, what?" Chen He's eyes widened.
He held the paper in his hand and knew every word. He could read them together, but he couldn't read the meaning.
"Anti-poetry?" Chen He was dumbfounded.
"It's anti-poetry!"
"You think I have nothing to do? Are you here to talk nonsense during a big holiday?"
"Open your eyes and see if this poem is anti-poetry!"
Lu Qian shouted: "Do you know who Qu You is?"
Chen He shook his head.
But Zhangzhuang was anxious: "Brother Chen, you can't put yourself aside and don't care whether we live or die!"
"To shut up!"
No matter how stupid Chen He is, he knows Qu You, but he can't say it. He can only look at Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, I don't know anything about this place. Just pretend I haven't been here."
Posing to go.
The moment when he and Lu Qian were separated.
Clang!
The Xiuchun knife was unsheathed and placed on the back of Chen He's neck: "Mr. Chen, where are you going?"
"This matter has nothing to do with me. Of course I have to go home." Chen He showed an awkward smile.
"It's better to go to Jinyiwei Prison to explain! Take him away!"
Lu Qian couldn't care less about his relatives.
Guan Yao cannot be allowed to make meritorious deeds first, nor can he lag behind others.
"Brother Li, save me!" When he was taken out of the private room, Chen He shouted into a room.
Lu Qian suddenly looked towards the room: "Brother Li? Which Brother Li?"
"The son of the governor of Liaoning, Li Jie, your majesty's imperial bodyguard!" Chen He brought out the big shot, trying to scare Lu Qian to death.
Lu Qian stroked his beard: "Knock on the door and see what Mr. Li says!"
Chen He still wanted to be clever, but found that Lu Qian's eyes were shining, he was trying to use Li Jie for meritorious service!
Don't forget, Li Xian is an official whom the emperor hates, while Lu Qian is a slave of the emperor, making judgments from above.
"Sir, I'm talking nonsense, nonsense!" Chen He immediately gave up.
Lu Qian suddenly understood how refreshing Song Tang was.
Snapped!
A slap landed on Chen He's face: "How dare you act like your official?"
Chen He was fooled?
Do you know who I am?
My uncle is Lin Cong, my niece is the concubine, and I am the palace guard!
Do you dare to hit such a person?
Snapped!
Lu Qian slapped him in the face again with his backhand: "Speak!"
Okay, let's fight...
"It hurts!" Chen He flattened his mouth and said only one word.
creak.
The door of the elegant room was opened, and there was a strange smell inside. Li Jie came out disheveled, and raised his hands towards Lu Qian: "Deputy Commander Lu, why are you so aggressive?"
Seeing Li Jie, Chen He's mouth flattened and he burst into tears: "Brother, Jin Yiwei is lawless and slanders us for discussing anti-poetry!"
Zhang Zhuang was even more ruthless: "Brother, run quickly, the Jin Yiwei is going to concoct an unjust case!"
"To shut up!"
Li Jie scolded, then cupped his hands towards Lu Qian and said, "It must be a major case to alert the Jinyi Guards. Just ask Deputy Commander Lu to handle the case in accordance with the law."
Chen He and Zhang Zhuang turned pale. They didn't expect Li Jie to be so heartless!
Lu Qian laughed: "Li Wei, Mr. Chen said that you also participated in the poetry meeting. Did you really participate?"
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Additional updates on the 30th, additional updates for the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, and additional updates for monthly tickets!
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