Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Three hundred and sixteenth

Jin Yi commanded Yang Yu to ride with swords, led a team of guards to lead the way, and a small sedan chair, carried by eight eunuchs, ran fast. When they arrived at the Wumen, they replaced a few. A big man general, because according to the rules, the eunuchs could not carry the sedan out of the palace. This was like a relay race. The small coupe raced faster, and went straight out of the palace gate to the Leopard Garden.

Liu Jin was sitting in the sedan chair, happy in his heart, drunk four or two shochu all the way, Yunliwuli didn’t know what thoughts had turned in his heart: the hardest to defeat, and the most The terrible opponent died in this way, and he was a little scrupulous about doing things. Now looking at the ruling and the opposition, who else is my opponent? Hahaha, the power is in control, the first person in the dynasty, who is it?

I have to make time to worship in the temple tomorrow! Liu Jin decided to himself.

The small sedan entered the Leopard Park and got off at the door of the house where Zhengde Emperor used to live. As soon as Liu Jin came out, he ran into Luo Xiang. Luo Xiang was sniffing around the Zhengde's house like a hunter. When Liu Jin saw his relatives, he immediately went forward and bowed to the ground, crying and said: "Luo Xiang has seen Daddy Liu, Daddy, I’m wronged, Daddy is Knowing me, my filial piety to my father-in-law has never been cut off. Now that I end up like this, will my father-in-law bear the heart?

Since I became this enema ambassador, all the eunuchs, big and small, that I used to manage, laughed at me behind their backs. Originally, there was a chance to see the emperor a few days ago, but now the emperor has changed his taste and doesn’t like eating enema. I can only squat in the porter every day, basking in the sun and catching fleas. It’s more expensive than entering the cold palace. To be miserable, oooooooo...".

Liu Jin smiles like chrysanthemums, its red face is full of radiance, and the spirit is bright, with an amiable appearance.

He shook his robe, and shook Luo Xiang's hands grasping the lap of the robe. He smiled and said: "What's the hurry, didn't our family promise to help you? Wait two days, I will not only want you to reinstate your official position, but also to promote the third grade, ha ha ha ha".

"Huh? Are you still waiting?"

Luo Xiang looked sad: "It will take a few more days, father-in-law. I'm your person, I'm so down. Your face doesn't look good, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay, don't complain anymore, this time you won't be wrong again. Within two days, within two days, you will surely be in a beautiful and powerful position."

Liu Jin finished her promise, lowered her voice and asked: "Is the emperor in the room?"

"It's here." Luo Xiang curled his lips: "I am drawing a picture of driving ducks and playing in the water together with Miss Tang. They said that they must embroider on the lucky clothes if they are done. When they do not embroider dragons and phoenixes, they should embroider mandarin ducks."

"Ms. Tang is there too?" Liu Jin was about to enter the door. Hearing this, he stopped his steps quickly, rolled his eyes, and beckoned: "Get up. Hurry up, help me take off my robe".

Luo Xiang is inexplicable. But he stood up, helped Liu Jin to take off the python robe, and went to wear the crown. Liu Jin also messed up his hair. He wore a white coat with disheveled hair and looked like a ghost. He said to Luo Xiangshen, "Take Wearing my robe, I will go back to your place to stay alive, I don’t want to find you, don’t come out, go go.”

Luo Xiang agreed, took two steps out of his robe, and then turned around and said: "Father-in-law, you can promise me, but only two days."

"Go, go, maybe it won't take two days, just quick or slow, don't be long-winded."

Sent away the enema ambassador, Liu Jin stood in front of the door, slowly brewing, until the two tubes of clear nose slowly flowed to the lips, and the upward smile lines on the face were also drooped, and then the eyebrows were lowered. He opened his eyebrows and gnawed a deep breath, and sucked in a dry cry: "My Majesty, the big thing is not good".

Zhengde was holding a small Tang Yixian hand. The two of them were drawing a driving duck together. They heard a scream outside the door. Zhengde was stunned to hear that someone was moving. He was startled and said: "Who is this? There is so much noise outside my door, go and have a look."

Two small yellow doors opened the door, only to see a white shadow crawling in and snatching in, threw himself at the feet of Zhengde, hugged his thigh, and cried with tears and tears on his face: "The emperor. Ah, the big thing is not good! The big thing is not good!"

Zhengde looked straight and carefully poisoned, only then did he recognize that the distorted old face was Liu Jin, and he was also shocked by this: "This...this..., what's wrong, Gong What's going on inside?"

It’s not that the empress dowager died? In the past few days, the Queen Mother has been in poor health. Zhengde also visited the palace several times, and under the persuasion of Tang Yixian, she stayed in the palace for a few nights.

The little queen who lives alone in the spring and widowed sees that the emperor is willing to come back for two days. She is flattered for a while. She is gentle and submissive like a little rabbit. She never dared to act as a queen anymore. She is interested in Feiku. She is no longer as dull and ignorant as she was at the beginning. It is estimated that her mother's mother has given her precepts and deeds to this daughter.

Zhengde picked up Liu Jin and sternly shouted: "What the **** is going on, you tell me, could it be in the palace... in the palace...".

Tang Yixian is not used to the virtues of Liu Jin, she frowned slightly, left the front position, and turned to the side, gently rubbing the ink meter, and staring at him from the corner of her eyes to see what this guy is playing. Tricks.

I saw Liu Jin as a benevolent concubine: "The emperor, Yang Ling Master Yang, came from Shu to Thailand. When passing through Jiguan Cliff, the cliff suddenly collapsed, and the honorary guards... all were buried under the cliff, and no one was found...".

With a sound of "click", Liu Jin looked up and saw that the inkstone in Tang Yixian's hand had been tipped to the ground, and the slender white fingers were stained with ink, his face was pale, and his body was shaky, as if he could no longer support it.

There was another sound of "pupu", Liu Jin turned his head and looked back. I saw Zhengde with big sleeves hanging down, eyes straight, sitting on a chair, eyes hooked, his back and neck were not stiff. Moved, his cheeks twitched.

Liu Jin looked at the empress, and then at the emperor, there was another scream: "Come on, call the doctor!"

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The Leopard Park became lively again, three official sedan chairs were carried in one after another, and the three cabinet scholars rushed to the call. These people only had to make two cups of tea after entering the Leopard Garden. The post officer who reported the news and the personal **** sent to Beijing by Zhu Rangxu, the prince of Shu, were also surrounded by a group of guards and guards. .

Zhengde is so young after all, she suddenly became confused when she heard of it. When I was there, I was flabbergasted. When the three college graduates arrived and asked for details, he didn't know if he asked three questions, and he knew that Yang Ling was crushed to death by the mountain.

He asked the three of them to ask Liu Jin. Liu Jin only knew how big the area of ​​the mountain collapsed and how deep it was buried. After three days of searching, no one was found, and after repeated questioning. Confirming that Yang Ling is dead and can't die anymore, he is happy to see Zhengde coming, and he doesn't know anything about other things.

Three scholars look forward to it. Under their detailed questioning, the son of the elder brother tremblingly recounted what he knew.

I heard that half of the mountain collapsed, and all two thousand officers and soldiers were killed by rocks. Buried beneath it, the soil and stone barriers were like a hill, and everyone's faces were as pale as earth, and there was no gleam of hope anymore.

Jiao Fang's old face twitches. Both hands in the sleeves just tremble like cramps: "It's over, Master Yang is really dead, even if he has nine lives. This time it's dead too.

The imperial chariot drove in the middle of the army and was buried in the deepest place... It was already the third day when the guard went to Beijing. It had just rained the first day, even if he was lucky, there were some gaps under the rock, and the rain poured down, constantly washing down the gravel and mud on the cliff, and filling all the gaps, this is Master Tian Jue Yang! "

Yang Tinghe walked through that road. Knowing the landforms of Jiguanling, he frowned and thought for a while, and slowly said: "The emperor, Jiguan Cliff is indeed extremely dangerous. Go, its shape is like a cockscomb, the huge cliff is jagged, covering the post road under the cliff, and the ground is still not wet during heavy rains. If the cliff collapses, it is indeed non-physiological.

But this cliff has been in existence for thousands of years. The boulder is very strong, and it will not even fall. If the rock is loosened due to the wind and sun, it should only be reasonable for one or two collapses. The entire cliff It broke off and all fell. Unless an earth dragon turned over and vibrated strongly, it would be too strange.

Zhengde Emperor shook his head and nodded again, not sure if he heard it.

The guard swallowed, and said with difficulty: "My lord is saying that the son is organizing men and horses to move stones to rescue them. They want to see if any survivors have escaped into the nearby forest. They found that there is a mountain just separated by a mountain. From the number of shacks and stove pits, there are about four or five hundred people in the places where people have lived. In addition, flying rocks were found to splash far away from the opposite bank of the stream under the cliff and smashed into the forest on the opposite side. There should be a rock flying so far. So... I thought that someone deliberately set up an ambush to kill the imperial servant, and the cliff collapsed, probably because of explosives."

Li Dongyang asked solemnly: "Have you ever found any traces of fighting or slashing dead bodies or blood?"

The guard shook his head, and Li Dongyang shook his head and sighed: "The bad guy has a well-planned plan and is determined to win. It is enough to blow up the cliff with gunpowder and light the fuse. Three or two people are enough. If there are more people, it is easy to be spotted. The purpose of deploying hundreds of assassins is to worry that there will be a big escape. The purpose of deploying ambushes is to kill them all.

There were no dead bodies, bloodstains, and traces of fighting. It seems that the entire army had been wiped out by the collapse of the cliff. Since the people of the world only arrived the next night, the gangsters had already escaped. Who is it that hates Master Yang so much, can use so many soldiers and horses, and has a lot of gunpowder? "

"Master Yang in Sichuan, the most likely enemy to forge is the palms, and all palms are the people living on the cliff, the best at climbing, but...their rebellion has been quelled, even if they fled It’s still possible to gather thirty or fifty people to get revenge. Hundreds of people... can they do it? Besides, can those barbarians get gunpowder? If this is the case, they should be attacked when they are all savage. "Used", Yang Tinghe said slowly thinking and analyzing.

"Oh, our family doesn't think so." Liu Jin gave a clear cough and said: "This... our family has heard a story about reducing stoves and increasing troops. How much mud and stove pits can be faked. As for gunpowder Barbarians can even get gold bricks. If you think there are not enough people. If you can't deal with adults, it's not impossible to spend a lot of money to buy gunpowder privately. Therefore, our family thinks...".

Zhengde, who had been sitting there all the time, sighed leisurely, and Liu Jin shut up immediately.

Zhengde said in a hollow voice: "Shi Yang went to read...".

Liu Jin hurriedly responded: "Yes, the emperor, the emperor is sorry."

Zhengde does not answer the question. Continued: "I am very sad, are you sad?"

The ministers looked at each other. They nodded all at once and said, "Sad, the minister waits...very sad".

Zhengde rolled its sleeves leisurely, and said, "Sad? Sad, what are you still arguing about here? I'm upset to hear. Yang Qing is gone. What should I do? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? ...".

He woke up suddenly when he said that, he jumped up from the chair and banged the table. He roared: "It's not a natural disaster? Ah? Did someone deliberately murder Yang Qing? Who did it? Who did the land? Take him out, copy his family, destroy his nine races, divide the body by five horses, and put him to death by Ling Chi! Liu Jin, you give it to me! Bring the people from the East Factory and the Inner Factory to Sichuan immediately to catch the murderer. Ming's canonical punishment is to pay tribute to our Aiqing."

Liu Jin looked at Zhengde and was a little frustrated and dared not to agree. But I really didn’t want to go, and I couldn’t help but murmur secretly: "How long does it take to travel to and from Sichuan? I have to find the murderer. I am preparing to take over the Yang Ling forces. If someone comes to me as well, I can’t see the mountain road and send someone to climb the cliff to take a look at Chu? Then it will take me several months to walk out of the mountains in Sichuan. Where can I go?"

He was anxious, and hurriedly winked at the three scholars, hoping that someone would stand up and speak for him. Of the three, Yang Tinghe, who had the most stiff relationship with him, spoke first: "The emperor, the murderer must be arrested. , The king of Shu and Sichuan’s ambassadors are on the hunt for the perpetrators. If people are sent from the capital and when they arrive, I’m afraid all the evidence has been wiped out and the gangsters will have escaped prematurely.

The king of Shu has always been shrewd and strong, and it is enough for the king of Shu to preside over this matter, even if Duke Liu does not go. We don't have nothing to do in Beijing. Master Yang is the emperor’s important minister, and he is responsible for many important responsibilities of the court. Master Yang has gone, and these aftermath matters need to be dealt with in time.

Liu Jin felt relieved when he heard that, even hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, there is Lord Shu, and the murderer will not escape the law. There are still many things to do in Beijing. How can the old slave leave the emperor?"

As he said, he glanced at Yang Tinghe gratefully, and suddenly felt that this mustache didn't seem to be that annoying anymore. He didn't know that Yang Tinghe was willing to help him talk about stubbornness because Yang Tinghe is from Sichuan. It is enough for the arresting killer to be led by the king of Shu. It really sent Liu Jin this catastrophe to Sichuan, leading the East Factory and the Inner Factory. The pile is like a tiger like a tiger, and you can't turn the country of abundance into a country of underworld? How many people will it harm?

Zhengde asked foolishly: "Aftermath, what aftermath?"

"This...", Liu Jin almost confided the sentence "About the factory and the maritime yamen", and quickly changed his words: "Master Yang was victimized by the young man and sacrificed his life for the country. He has repeatedly made military merits and is famous. The imperial court should pursue praise and organize funerals to show the emperor’s grace and love.”

Li Dongyang heard it suddenly and felt wrong, that was a dignified first-rank officer, and the body hasn't been found yet, so let's do the funeral. Isn't it sloppy? But I thought that half of the mountain had collapsed, and it took three days to clean the periphery. Those huge stone walls were crushed into the mountain, and the wooden sled was carried on one's shoulders. I really want to find the bones to determine the year of the monkey.

For such a long time, the wind and rain, the insects and snakes eat the ground, and the clothes are all rotten. Who can find out which one is the bones of Yang Ling? If I intervene any more, I will lose the kindness of the elders, so I swallowed the words to my lips.

Zhengde was in a mess, had no idea, and nodded like a puppet after hearing it: "Okay! Then... I will arrange a funeral for Yang Qing, and I will give Yang Qing a great burial. The horse sends a decree. , Ordered the director and deputy director of the Imperial Academy, bachelors of the director and deputy director of the Imperial Academy, as well as the six departments of Jiuqing and the main officials, came to agree on the funeral posthumous name for Yang Qing, and I will pursue the merits."

He stood up and said: "You wait, all the officials will call me again, I will go and see Yixian (an immortal)".

Zhengde Emperor took the two little eunuchs and left. Liu Jin was busy talking and sweating. I only felt that my nose tube was clear, and the cold seemed to be healed, and I was rushing to go out to give orders.

The three cabinet ministers looked at each other and sighed, silently found a place to sit down, each with their own thoughts, worried about the political situation and the future...

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Zhengde Diqin Xiao Zhulu quietly. The bamboo planted by the roadside has been lightly covered with yellow leaves, making a crisp rustle in the breeze. Looks desolate and lifeless.

Zhengde walked alone, and the two little eunuchs stayed far behind, not daring to speak. Zhengde walked into the bamboo house lightly. Seeing that Tang Yixian had lightly changed from that scarlet shirt, he was wearing a black suit and black trousers, with a white silk on his waist, and his waist was about to be folded. Lie down on the table, weeping in sorrow.

Zhengde walked over and saw a piece of white silk on the table, which should have just been torn apart by Tang Yixian. Tang Yixian's tender white cheeks were stained with a string of crystal tears. Zhengde sighed slightly and stroked her hair lightly, Tang Yixian Zhang suddenly stood up. Pounced into his arms and wept bitterly.

Zhengde was also sad. His eyes were clear and clear: "Yixian (an immortal), don't be sad, I... I feel uncomfortable after hearing this."

Tang Yixian cried and said: "I remembered the first time I met you, remembered being in the Shenji Camp barracks, remembering that I met you again in Datong, and I was very sad. I thought you were both monarchs and siblings, I ... There is also a big brother who loves me and loves me. With you again, we will always be happy together, but...".

Zhengde sullenly said in a dumb voice: "In my heart, Yang Qing is as kind as his father and brother. I also thought that I could be brothers and sisters with his monarchs and ministers for the rest of my life, who would expect..., Yixian (an immortal), don’t be sad, people can’t come back to life. , I can't worry about you, so I came to visit, and I will rush back later to handle the funeral affairs for Yang Qing."

Tang Yixian left his embrace, wiped away his tears, and whispered: "I'm not just sad, I'm still worried, I don't know if sister Youniang knows the harmony, she will...what will happen".

"Sister Youniang...", Zhengde opened her mouth, and could only be speechless.

The two cuddled together, their hearts floating, thinking about the sweetness of the past, but at the moment it was full of bitterness. I don't know how long it has been since a little yellow door stood at the door and whispered in a low voice: "The emperor, all the ministers are here, please invite the emperor to discuss the matter."

"Got it", Zhengde wiped the corners of his eyes, got up to leave, saw the white silk on the table, picked it up and wrapped it around his dragon robe, Tang Yixian was taken aback, and blurted: "The emperor! "

"In front of you, I will always be a little yellow, a thick photo, and your big brother is my big brother", Zhengde Emperor pursed her lips, tightened Bai Ling and strode out of the room.

The Zhengde's mansion, an exaggerated and incomprehensible house that integrates a bedroom, a study, and a conference hall, is crowded with all the main officials who were the court controlling the operation of the government. Everyone knows the news of the death of Yang Ling. No matter whether it is really sad or really happy, everyone is sad and solemn on their faces.

Zhengde Emperor entered the room. Everyone was shocked when they saw the emperor actually wrapped a white silk on his waist. The Imperial Envoy Liu Guan raised his eyebrows and was about to move forward. The principle that the monarch leads filial piety for the minister and the father puts on hemp for the son?

Yang Tinghe's sharp eyes immediately gave him a sharp look, full of warning, and Liu Guan stopped unconsciously.

"It's really stupid. It doesn't take any time. The emperor is full of fire and has nowhere to send it. Now he steps up to the mildew, and he has to dismiss the government immediately for the people." Yang Tinghe shook his sleeve and he touched it. After nailing it many times, I finally understood the little emperor's willfulness and informal manners. Now that the Qing sect is very weak, how can it hurt her husband?

The specifications for organizing the funeral should be commensurate with the position in other places. For this position, a post or title is generally added to the original position for the meritorious minister, and the post is given a posthumous title, and then the funeral specifications are studied.

Yang Ling is already a first-class marquis, and the title cannot be added. Everyone is thinking about giving the title of Doctor Ronglu or Three Divisions and Three Officials, and then decide the posthumous name. Unexpectedly, Zhengde Emperor had already had an idea. When he opened his mouth, he was Feng Guogong, and everyone was shocked and dumbfounded.

In addition to the six kings and dozens of national princes that Great Ming was granted during the founding of the country, the ministers of the later generations had great feats and none of them had the common land. No matter how great their contributions, they would not be able to open up the land and conquer the world. The founder of the country, right? Therefore, although there are no regulations, it is not allowed to be crowned king or father. However, no minister has been assigned this official post, and no one dared to expect this honor.

Yang Ling, although driving Tatar to the north, Japanese pirates in Dongping, and Frangji to the south, all those who have quelled the continuous rebellion in Sichuan for a hundred years. Raising prestige in Great Ming's vassal kingdoms, but it was too grand to be crowned the country, and for a while, the officials were blushing. Kneeling on the ground with a loud bang, persuading the emperor to take his life back.

Zhengde glanced at them coldly, and said indifferently: "Yang Qing's feats can't even catch a posthumous father? You must have the power to open up the territory and expand the land? Is it counted as full of thorns plus losses and recovering? Dozens of Donghai? The island, thousands of miles away from the sea, has been abandoned for a hundred years. Is it considered as a pirate den, if you return to the Great Ming rule? Zhangman has always been a country in the country, if you don’t have a name, does it count as a return to the land? What is absurd? I still want to be a king. What's the big deal? Don’t bargain with me."

The ministers persuaded from the left and the right, Zhengde sneered, but Liu Jin was impatient first.

The father-in-law Liu is a houseworker. Follow the posthumous post, what are you afraid of for how old an official is. It's just that there's a **** to chase after him as an emperor. People are dead, and the county magistrate might as well be in charge now, let alone dead officials? What's more exciting about these empty-headed things? Hurry up and solve this problem. People have to study the internal factory and the Jiangnan maritime yamen. That is not power or money.

Liu Jin stared, coughed, strode to the front of the imperial case, and said loudly: "The emperor is wise, the old slave-jue Yang Master's meritorious service is more than enough to chase a national duke, if it weren't for the military merits of the ancestors. It’s not a problem for Master Yang to grant kings. Besides, it’s impossible for the founding generation to be granted kings and princes, and all future officials can’t have this merit, right?"

Jiao Fang took the opportunity to kneel down and said: "Liu Gonggong said that the land is right, what does this mean? It means that the courtiers who have opened up the frontiers and explored the land are not the only ones who came out in the first dynasty. Today, they chased Master Yang, Encourage the ministers to open up territory for Great Ming. If someone is named king in the future, the minister does not think that the emperor is beyond the ancestral system, because at that time the territory of Great Ming must continue to expand, and the emperor’s grace will spread far and wide." .

Liu Jin is the Prime Minister of the Inner Court, and now he controls most of the officials of the Prefectural Ministry, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the Imperial Envoy. As soon as he agrees, these people will know what the boss means, so many who oppose it are immediately thick. Shamelessly changed his words in favor. When the Yang Ling group of local people were not in Beijing, they only looked at the Jiao Fang horse. When he came out, he also responded.

Look at Zhengde Emperor’s face again. It is getting longer and longer and very ugly. Wang Hua and Li Dongyang exchanged glances, knowing that this is the general trend, but they can’t allow the officials to continue to show their loyalty, so the two of them take a step together. , Also gave his hand in agreement. In this way, the position of Yang Ling as the Duke of the country was determined. After a brief discussion, it was decided to chase Yang Ling as the Duke of Wei.

Immediately, the emperor will give a posthumous posthumous title. The posthumous title is commonly used for a total of 73 characters. According to the rules, under normal circumstances, the prince should give a posthumous posthumous title to the prince. The posthumous posthumous character must be divided into civil officials and military officials. The posthumous names of civil officials start with Wenyu, and military officials start with Wuyu.

Yang Ling has a great military service. It is reasonable to say that it should be a military commander. It started with Wu Yu, but he was born in the Jinshi, served as the prince of Zhan Shifu. He also introduced crops and improved agriculture; opened the sea to lift the ban and strengthened the business. After the emperor ascended the throne, many political articles have his opinions, including the more than forty radical reform clauses in Liu Jin, in which Yang Ling all put forward their own opinions, and finally approved by the emperor who promulgated them, so Said the posthumous posthumous title.

A group of scholars pay more attention to the name behind people than they did in the past, so they argued for posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous post title struggles. Zhengde Emperor was annoyed, slapped the table, and came to a final word: "Don't fight, Yang Qing is all talented in civil and martial arts, and he has made achievements in civil and martial arts. Give Yang Qing the four-character posthumous posthumous name. !"

The emperor Chrysostom has made an order, so let's do it.

Before Wen was in Wu, the officials began to discuss the posthumous posthumous title of Wen Zheng. Since the Song Dynasty, among the posthumous titles of Wen Zheng,'Wen Zheng' is the highest honor posthumous posthumous title. Sima Guang and Fan Zhongyan have both received the posthumous title of Wen Zheng. And this dynasty. So far, only one Fang Xiaoru has won this honor, and he is called ‘Fang Wen Zhenggong’.

Fang Wenzheng is not easy to come by. It was bought at the price of destroying the ten clans. Who can be more cruel than him. Yang Ling has all changed from hereditary Hou Ye to hereditary National Duke. Give him the highest title, who can take it?

The eyes of these officials are very hot. Scholars all over the world are also not convinced. You know, no matter how high an official position is, it is always temporary. But this posthumous posthumous name, but for thousands of years, eternal history, it is an evaluation of a person's life.

Sima Guang and Fan Zhongyan have served as officials of Song Dynasty. Who still remembers to ask Chu, who cares? But you have to mention his posthumous name, "Wenzheng". There is no scholar who does not stand in awe.

"Birth and death of Jin Taifu, death of posthumous posthumous law" is the highest goal pursued by the ministers. He couldn't take advantage of everything, so the posthumous title of Wenzheng was automatically ignored by the officials and began to discuss the next word.

There are a total of seventy-three characters in the posthumous name special auspicious characters. The ranking of Ji characters for civil officials is Zhengzhong Gongcheng, Duan Ke Xiangshun, etc., and military commanders are Zhong Yong Mu Gang, De Lie Gong Zhuang and so on. The ranking is high, everyone feels unbalanced, and the emperor is not happy when the ranking is set low.

Liu Jin looked boredly at these ministers who are in charge of Jiangshan Sheji and billion trillions of people, and they kept citing the scriptures and talking about them for a shameless name. But this stuff was too knowledgeable, he didn't understand, and couldn't put his mouth in it.

Not only he couldn’t put his mouth in, but Zhengde also couldn’t understand. Often when one word came out, everyone could start talking about the three emperors and the five emperors, and then they would say why this word is good or not, and Zhengde also feels that It was unpredictable and deep. After all, Yang Qing had passed away. This was a very solemn matter, and it was not rash, so he didn't dare to interrupt and let the officials dispute.

The ministers finally made a compromise, using two posthumous names that were neither too high nor too low, and all parties could accept the posthumous posthumous name for the newly released prestigious Duke. At the moment, Lu Jin, an academician of the Hanlin Academy, stepped forward with sweat, and said: "The emperor Qizhuang, the ministers have given the posthumous title to the prestige."

"Oh?" With a haggard mind, Zhengde Emperor was drowsy and irritated by them, and immediately sat up straight: "Speak quickly."

"The ministers and others, the San Gong, Liu Bu, Jiu Qing, and all the talented Hanlin Bachelors, neglected to deliberate carefully, and based on Wei Guo Gong’s life's outstanding achievements and his character and virtue, he was loyal and loyal. Gangde chose the most appropriate word for Jiji, and finally unanimously decided: The posthumous name of Weiguogong Yang Ling is...Wenchengwude!"

"Wencheng Wude?...accurate!"

The Yang Family compound of Jingshi Xixiao is exceptionally grand and magnificent: a white powder wall that is raised and thickened as high as two people, strictly surrounds the house in the mansion, and the large plaque with hot stamping hanging on the gate is replaced by a large plaque. 'Weiguo Gongfu'.

The two tall and mighty stone lions beside the door show the special status of the owner. In the past, people in and out of the area always held their heads high, and inside the white powder wall was a world of joy, as if the happiness and luck of the whole Gao Laozhuang were gathered here. Now, it was shrouded in a heavy sorrow, and there was a plain white everywhere, as if a heavy snowfall had come prematurely.

An archway is **** with pine branches and white flowers at the gate. The four red lanterns that said "Yang Mansion" in the past have been replaced with plain lanterns made of white silk, and even the necks of the two stone lions have been put on them. White cloth strips. On the flagpole in front of the door, there was a long soul-lifting flag hung.

In the middle of the open space in front of the door, a tall stele pavilion was erected. In the stele pavilion was enshrined a piece of vermilion gold Dayu plaque, and the letter was written "Hongzhi Eighteenth Year Jinshi Weiguo Gong Yang". Around the stele pavilion, four mountains of gold and silver ignited. Piles of thick smoke caught the fire, sending the ashes of yellow and white tin foil into the air, and then falling everywhere.

The secret agent of the Third Factory is like a wandering soul, spinning around the Yang Mansion, with heads high in front of the door, standing guards in brocade clothes, all with white silks on their crowns and waists. Jinyi Baihu Taowu stood in front of the door with a knife, stretched his neck and looked inside, his saliva was splashing.

As the saying goes, women must be pretty and filial piety. No matter one is pretty, there are four little girls, all dressed in plain clothes. That is beautiful, tender like a pear blossom with rain, it is really dazzling at first glance.

"Oh! What a pity! Do evil, this young and lighthearted person, especially the Yu Tangchun. This walks to the mourning hall, it is like a round of bright moon. The floor in the room is bright, that feeling... That feeling …, let me kiss. It’s all right to die right away. It’s a pity, except for one of the emperor’s women, the other three are all widows and widows. I can’t even touch my finger. Ah".

Tao Wu thought of this and sighed in pain. He didn't know he thought he was sorry for Wei Guo Gong Yang Ling.

Jiao Fang presented the elegiac couplet and walked out of the Yang mansion with a gloomy expression. Standing at the door, looking up at the sky, he took a long breath. Three more days have passed, and there is still no news. In fact, there can be no more news. Stop the spirit for another four days. Duke Weiguo is going to have a funeral, and this towering tree that has just grown up is so hard to break.

"What will happen to the future political situation?" He sighed slightly, and was about to walk down the steps to his sedan chair. Suddenly two people caught him to the left and stopped him. Jiao Fang looked up and found that it was Dai Yi. And Miao Kui.

The two old brothers were full of panic, pulling his sleeves and saying: "Old man, come and come, let's talk."

The two pulled him to the quiet place, and saw Mou Bin and Wu Jie also standing there impressively, and several fans and Jin Yiwei patrolling around to observe the surrounding movement. Jiao Fang is nearly eighty-year-old, both in terms of mentality and political injustice, are far better than these ‘young people’. Although full of thoughts, they are calmer than them.

He gave a bitter smile, then made a tweet, and said indifferently: "The manpower is hard to recover, Master Yang has gone, the overall situation is clear at a glance, the old man is the most sincere person who follows Master Yang, Liu Jin can't tolerate me. After helping the spirits for Mr. Yang, the old man will resign and return to his hometown. Everyone...please ask yourself."

Wu Jie showed relief in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Jiao Fang and whispered a few words in his ear. The boss of Jiao Fang was staring, his eyes were about to fall off, his cheeks burst, and his hands clung to Wu Jie tightly. 'S sleeves said: "You...you...you say the ground is true?"

Wu Jie nodded and said, "It is true. It is believed that He Si, a stall in our in-house factory, quickly reported it to him. He ordered the second stall to protect Mr. Yang secretly, but Mr. Yang. The defense is strict, he has not been able to get too close, but he has stayed far away, always keeping the news of the adults, this news...The problem is that there is only this clue, and he is leading people to continue investigating."

"But if there is a glimmer of hope, it's possible with whistle hope, we have a chance!" Jiao Fang's old eyes flashed, and the lifeless appearance disappeared immediately.

Dai Yi said: "But Liu Jin won't wait. Today, he came to me, yin and yang, and he has already regarded himself as my master. It is not a problem for us to resist. If he asks the emperor, First seize this right and insert other people, then...".

Jiao Fang's gaze flashed, and slowly said: "Then...you have to find something to do so that he can't take care of us. If what Mr. Wu said is true, it will only take three or two days to get the trustworthy person. It’s up, just think of a way to make Liu Gonggong busy talking?"

Miao Kui rolled up its sleeves and said anxiously: "How to do it? Don't hesitate to tell me, Mr. Jiao Ge, let's do it right away!"

He and Liu Jin have never been on the right track. Ever since *Yang Ling, and Liu Jin, they didn’t say hello to each other when they met on the road. Liu Jin had the power to dominate and had no scruples. His Miao Kui must be sent to the cold palace to sweep the leaves and wash the toilet. Now, how not to be in a hurry.

Jiao Fang’s eyes flickered and said: "This... the truth is unclear, how can I fall out with Liu Jin? All go back, do nothing, don’t say anything, before there is accurate information, you will make a stone, no I can't speak or listen, as for Liu Jin...".

He twirled his beard and looked like an old treacherous and slippery look: "Where is Grandpa Liu, don't worry about it. Grandpa Liu is very busy, very busy...".

Mou Bin couldn't bear his selling off, and just wanted to ask another question, he suddenly shut his mouth, and looked at Jiao Fang's shoulder with weird eyes. Jiao Fang and the other two people noticed his expression and hurriedly turned and looked back. At this sight, several people were also stunned.

Red, fiery red, and a red cloud is coming slowly.

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Hong Chang, Xia Lai, shook her crown with her steps, and Pei Shanshan was exhausted with uranium.

Yingluo hanging down, red embroidered shoes. Feng Guanxia was originally a concubine's dress, and the day she married was the day when a woman was noble as an imperial concubine in her life. On that day, an ordinary woman can also be crowned with phoenix crown, she is extremely honorable, and it is her husband and her **** that she will solemnly pay homage to.

Now walking towards the gate of the Yang Mansion is a tall girl with a phoenix crown and a red robe, with a slender waist and a ring of jade. The ashes of the yellow and white tin foil are like residual flowers and butterflies, flying around her.

The fine bead curtain hanging from the phoenix crown to the collar makes her face seem unrecognizable, but the skin is as white as snow, but it is more delicate and delicate. However, such a bride in full makeup, holding a small spiritual card in her hand, a gust of wind blows a corner of her red phoenix robe, and the white linen filial attire is exposed under the red robe...

Wu Jie cried out, "Lady Gao..."

The girl with Phoenix Crown and Xia's body stopped and looked towards this side slightly. Another gust of wind blew up her bead curtain. Under the curtain, the charming and inexperienced girl's face was set in a red robe. She...Gao Wenxin~IndoMTL.com~ Several people couldn’t help holding their breath. They had all seen Gao Wenxin, but they had never seen her so well-dressed and meticulously carved, so at first sight, the facial features and eyebrows were still her, but Suddenly it was so amazing that people didn't dare to look directly.

The bead curtain rolled up by the wind swayed and fell, and the beauty of the incomprehensible thing only flashed in the eyes of everyone. Through the swaying bead curtain, you can still see clearly, a pair of Gao Wenxin eyes. Inside, there are two piles of deep snow buried...

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Suddenly I remembered a terrible thing. In the past, a single chapter was at least six thousand. After a long time, everyone will be calm. I am used to it. If it is less than six thousand, it seems that I am embarrassed to post this month. Everyone is used to the 4D chapter, right? Uh... This bad habit is not good, it will kill you, sirs, please, please, don't develop this habit, learn it for three years, and learn it badly for three days. You have been learning for more than 20 days. I have to quickly get rid of this problem ^_^

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