Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1428 Holy Son of Heaven

  Li Chaowen entered the palace again.

  The news that Li Chaowen, the real person of Longquan Temple, entered the palace to face the saint, of course, there should be more fanfare.

  Look, real people are summoned by the emperor every now and then. What does this mean?

   This is the best advertisement.

  Even Li Chaowen, who was sitting in the carriage, wanted to take this opportunity to market Longquan Temple.

   But this idea was dismissed in an instant.

   After all, it is engaged in the spiritual world, so this is not good.

  Go to Fengtian Hall, where Emperor Hongzhi has already been waiting.

  He looked at Li Chaowen who was slowly entering the palace, saw that he was quite extraordinary, and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

  Li Chaowen saluted: "I have met Your Majesty, long live my emperor."

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled and raised his hand to him: "The Qing family is flat."

  Emperor Hongzhi stared deeply at Li Chaowen, and then deliberately played a charade: "The Qing family is outsiders, so you know why I ordered Qing to come here."

  Besides, several academicians of the Academy of Sciences and Hanlin who were waiting for an edict all smiled.

  Your Majesty is going to take an examination of Master Li.

  In fact, Longquan Temple has developed well in recent years, but both the imperial court and the people have a good impression of Longquan Temple.

People develop based on their ability, and never spread it around. If you believe it, you will believe it. If you don’t believe it, I will not stop you. , Those who don’t believe it, don’t feel disgusted either.

  Li Chaowen said: "Your Majesty summoned the poor Taoist, but it was because of a saint."

   Saints…

  Emperor Hongzhi looked surprised.

  He looked at Li Chaowen, quite moved.

   Li Chaowen is really right.

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled, took a sip of tea, and asked seriously, "What do the Qing family think about this?"

  Li Chaowen saluted again: "Your Majesty, since there are rumors, it must be groundless."

  Emperor Hongzhi nodded, narrowed his eyes and continued to listen.

  Li Chaowen came slowly: "However, Poor Dao has been watching the sky at night recently, and feels that Emperor Ziwei's Zongxing star is particularly dazzling recently. It seems that the rumors in the market are indeed true."

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned, his face rather ugly.

  He is particularly disgusted with these rumors.

  Da Ming does not need saints, even if there are saints, they are appointed by the court.

   And these rumors that are not true are often signs of some careerists taking the opportunity to make trouble.

  In all dynasties, after such rumors, chaos often occurred. When the Yellow Turban Army rebelled and Wang Mang usurped the Han, didn't there always be such rumors?

  Emperor Hongzhi summoned Li Chaowen, hoping to use Li Chaowen's mouth to quell these rumors. If Longquan Guanren denied these rumors, it would be of great benefit to quell the rumors.

   But who would have thought that instead of going to put out the fire, Master Li came with a bundle of firewood instead.

  Emperor Hongzhi was displeased, and his face became much calmer. He only said calmly: "Oh, the Qing family also thought that there would be a saint coming out, but they don't know where the saint is?"

  Li Chaowen shook his head towards Emperor Hongzhi and said, "This is a heavenly secret. How could a poor man be able to penetrate it, but..."

   He paused.

   Then, he said word by word: "The poor Taoist saw that there is a saintly spirit in this temple. If you think about it, this saint is far away in the sky, but close in front of you."

  The academicians and the Imperial Academy looked at each other in blank dismay.

   Is it me?

   Is it me?

  How could it be him?

  He deserves it too?

  It can't be me.

  But Li Chaowen raised his head, looked at Emperor Hongzhi, and said word by word: "Your Majesty, the saint is you."

  Emperor Hongzhi stared at Li Chaowen deeply, his face was very ugly, you dare to say such words, the corner of his mouth moved slightly to reprimand him, but he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth, he just gave Li Chaowen a blank look.

   Li Chaowen repeated it very seriously.

   "Your Majesty, you are a saint."

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt disgusted.

  He's starting to regret it now.

  Bewitching words to confuse the public.

  I am that saint.

  How can I wear this high hat.

   This is not only to roast me on the fire, but also to cause the ridicule of the whole world.

   Li Chaowen is going to ruin his whole life.

  Emperor Hongzhi did not read history.

  Many emperors in the Song Dynasty were vying to become saints, so they let a group of deceitful people carry sedan chairs around, but what happened in the end?

  Who became a saint in the end?

   On the contrary, it will be laughed at by future generations.

   And the most hateful thing about Li Chaowen is that.

  Although he was talking nonsense, in the eyes of others, it was clearly a trick played by me and Li Chaowen.

  It seems that I want to gain fame and fame, and direct and perform it myself.

  How will people in the world view me?

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was drawn very long, with a look of disgust between his brows, and he said seriously to Li Chaowen: "I am not a saint, the Qing family should not talk nonsense."

  From the mouth of the emperor, he actually uttered two words of nonsense, which is a very serious accusation.

   Li Chaowen bowed down: "The poor dare not talk nonsense, this is a secret."

   "Bold." Emperor Hongzhi turned ashen, and angrily said to Li Chaowen: "You are too presumptuous."

   Li Chaowen was in a panic.

  This is the Son of Heaven.

  But he still took a deep breath, and said bravely: "Your Majesty, the poor dare not lie."

  Emperor Hongzhi pulled his face longer, stared straight at him, and asked word by word: "Don't dare to lie? Who taught you to say this?"

   "There is a destiny in the dark." Li Chaowen said: "Your Majesty, have you heard the old saying that the sage comes out, Huang Heqing?"

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was livid, and he said sharply: "That's enough, let me out."

  Li Chaowen encountered a setback, and he was not afraid of danger: "Your Majesty doesn't believe what the poor say, and the poor have nothing to say, but...Your Majesty is indeed the saint mentioned in the rumors, and the sin of the poor must be said boldly."

  Academicians and Hanlin people on the side all looked at Emperor Hongzhi in surprise.

   Your Majesty is a saint...

   They muttered in their hearts.

   Well, it's this Taoist who climbs the dragon and attaches himself to the phoenix, so he uttered these flattering words.

  Do you want to...

  Someone thinks deeper, perhaps, this is simply what His Majesty did on purpose, instructing him to say such words.

  Your Majesty...do you want to be a saint?

  Thus, although many people are silent, they all look meaningful.

  Emperor Hongzhi was even more angry.

   Taking history as a mirror, how could Emperor Hongzhi tolerate such nonsense from a Taoist.

   Originally, Li Chaowen didn't have a bad impression of him, and he made a contribution when he asked for rain.

   But who knows, in order to curry favor with me, he wants to put me in an embarrassing situation. Does this mean that I am a foolish king?

   It's really disgusting. For a moment, he felt that Li Chaowen in front of him was really disgusting.

   "Come here, take him down!" Emperor Hongzhi said coldly: "If you dare to say such a thing in the future, I will never forgive you!"

  ...

   Li Chaowen was kicked out in embarrassment.

   But in the palace, Emperor Hongzhi's remaining anger still persisted.

  He rejected academicians and Hanlin.

  He still had a pale face, and said to Xiao Jing who was beside him: "Xiao Banban, it's really abominable for this person to confuse people with his gossip, I really don't want to let him go."

  Xiao Jing nodded, following Emperor Hongzhi's will, said: "Your Majesty, calm down, this is just a Taoist lie, don't take it to heart."

  Emperor Hongzhi snorted coldly, and said coldly to Xiao Jing.

   "How do you know this? In the past dynasties, how many great emperors have become the laughing stock of the world and future generations because of these high hats. This is a lesson from the past. I will never repeat it."

   As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something: "This Li Chaowen is Jifan's junior?"

   "It's my nephew."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked surprised, and then pulled his face up again: "No wonder his tone of voice is exactly like that of Jifan."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  ...

  The news...still spread like wildfire.

  Originally, these rumors and rumors became more and more violent, and they made a big fuss.

  But all of a sudden, Li Zhenren's words caused waves again.

  Your Majesty is that saint?

  Happy people, relish talking.

   All of a sudden, there was a lot of trouble.

  The common people are not stupid.

   It’s the first time something like a saint has come up, so it’s fine.

   But who would have thought that the sanctification of the Son of Heaven has happened so many things in history, and every time it is serious. So... everyone's first reaction is, oh, the emperor is going to be a saint.

  The key to the problem lies in this sentence.

  The reaction of the people in Beijing is not that the saint is the emperor, but that the emperor wants to be a saint.

  The former is passive, which is God's will, and the latter is active, which is intentional by His Majesty.

  Suddenly, Li Chaowen also attracted the laughter of many people.

   This real Li was obviously flattering, so His Majesty kicked him out.

   But someone thought about it carefully, but couldn't help thinking, maybe, His Majesty kicked him out just for a show, and this matter, nine out of ten, was ordered by His Majesty.

  So much so that the public opinion intensified and spread.

   Not long after, some local officials saw this and actually played a play, claiming to have found auspiciousness, a deer, and actually uttered a human language, saying that the Holy Son of Heaven came out. Fan Fan Fan Fan, the song stopped all night.

  Emperor Hongzhi read the memorial, his nose was twisted, and he said angrily to all the ministers: "This magistrate deserves to die, someone... deposes him from his official position."

  Liu Jian and others stood obediently aside, but looked at Emperor Hongzhi suspiciously.

   What kind of play is His Majesty playing?

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Liu Qing's family, immediately draft an order to depose him!"

  Liu Jian came back to his senses and coughed: "Your Majesty, if you dismiss him just because of this, is there something wrong?"

Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Heh... he is deliberately trying to do what he likes, but he wants to make the emperor unrighteous. What is good at the top will be effective at the bottom. If I don't depose him, such a thing will only happen. Repeatedly prohibited."

  Liu Jian looked at Emperor Hongzhi meaningfully. He couldn't hold back any longer. He knew His Majesty all along. Instead of playing riddles, it's better to be more open and honest: "Your Majesty, I dare to ask, Li Chaowen, who ordered him?"

   As he spoke, Liu Jian blinked and looked at Emperor Hongzhi.

  (end of this chapter)