Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 102: Yangming hides the sky
0102 Zhang Yangming hides the sky
Li Dongyang walked quickly out of the palace gate, just got into the sedan chair, and immediately opened the sedan chair to call out the old family who had followed for many years and said: "Quickly, go to the Ministry of Rites, and ask the servant Wanghua Wang Da to come to our house to drink and fight poetry."
Wang Hua, the head of the Ministry of Rites, the father of Wang Shouren, the chief of the Ministry of War, became the champion of the Hua Xin Chou Nian, and was a bachelor of Dong Gong lecturer when the first emperor Hongzhi was the prince, and his reputation status is not less than that of Wang Qiong.
The Ministry of War is the most leisurely yamen of the six departments when there is no war. The Fukusi is located in the west wing of the second courtyard. In the summer, the windows were closed and the sun was so suffocating, and the sun was shaking so badly when the windows were opened. Many soldiers and handymen escaped from the house and sat under the corridor, shaking their fan and chatting.
A soldier in a shirtless sweatshirt was spitting on the anecdote of today’s Caishikou: “I heard that Lord Yang of Shenjiying is a descendant of the Northern Song Dynasty Zhongchen Yang Family general. If you want to say this Yang Family, then Women are better than men. The beheading stage is one horse high, and there is still a rope ten feet away in front. This Mrs. Yang jumped onto the stage with one stride, really lighter than a civet cat.
Xu Shangshu was furious, and personally appeared on stage to supervise the cutting, hey! Mrs. Yang showed up a painting, which was painted by the first emperor Hongzhi, and put it on her husband’s head. This is a gift from the first emperor. Regardless of whether you are a prince, you are blessed to see it. Who would dare to take a cut? Just like that, the four executioners were all dumbfounded".
A soldier listened interestingly and interrupted and asked: "Hey, the other adults don’t have the emperor’s calligraphy bodyguard, and Mrs. Yang didn’t protect them. Why didn’t they cut it first?"
The shirtless man rolled his eyes and said, "Say it? This is because the Emperor's calligraphy has failed. It is not a sacred decree to forgive Master Yang alone. Who dares to favor this and cut half and leave half? How would the families of other prisoners be willing? Gan Xiu? What do people think of the world? The Criminal Department Shangshu is still shameless."
The sergeant was robbed by a meal, and he smiled silently. These people gathered around a small square table. On the table were a large teapot and six or seven tea bowls. The shirtless man was talking about it. He picked up the bowl and filled it with a few mouthfuls before discovering that he had taken the wrong one. The person next to him apologized: "Oh, sorry, Wang Da people, I took your tea bowl by mistake."
The Wang Da person is Wang Shouren, the chief of the Department of Defense of the Ministry of War. He is in his thirties and has white faces and slight beards. Some southerners have facial features. Although the eyes are not very big, they are extremely energetic. After hearing the shirtless man apologize, he waved his hand and laughed: "Drink and drink, what's the matter?", he raised the pot to pour another bowl for the man.
The principal also wore a shirtless undershirt, so he couldn't see the appearance of a Jinshi. This dear friend and the seven Great Ming sons headed by Li Mengyang, reciting poems, painting, and studying poetry and essays, have a close relationship with each other, but they can also talk very speculatively when they encounter traffickers and servants. Those who are familiar never treat him as a superior official.
Wang Shouren lifted the pot to fill the tea, smiled and glanced at the crowd, and slowly said: "The emperor Longyan was furious, because the imperfect feng shui of the emperor's mausoleum would damage the national fortune. I heard that the emperor has decided to move the mausoleum. As a result, it is bound to be taxed. Although the three upper-level scholars temporarily prevented this incident, there is damage to the dragon's veins. I am afraid that tax increases are impossible."
A veteran said: "That's not it. Feng Shui is a sloppy thing. The dragon vein is related to the Great Ming national fortune. If it is really damaged, what about it?"
Another government officer interrupted after hearing this angrily: "What Feng Shui, people can't live their lives now, do they still think about what will happen hundreds of years later? My brother drove a small cart and traveled exclusively on the route of Tongzhou, the capital of the capital. , It’s also a bitter haha. The money earned in a year can barely survive. This tax increase will reduce the income. Besides, the profit is limited when the tax is added. The businessmen who are willing to rent cars and horses will inevitably decrease. My brother is worried. How to spend the day, let alone ordinary people."
A servant shook his fan and asked, "I heard that Master Yang was to let the people have a way to survive, so he concealed the leakage of the imperial mausoleum. Speaking of which, he was still a good official for the country and the people. But this feng shui is not sloppy, what do you think about the king?"
Wang Shouren pondered for a moment and said: "In my opinion, everything in the world has its own reason for existence. Fengshui is an existence, and the people are also an existence. Therefore, Feng Shui has the principles of Feng Shui, and the people have the principles of the people.
If we say that the destruction of the soil in the inch square will affect the national fortune, wouldn't it affect the national fortune even more because it is difficult for thousands of people to survive? Zhu Zi said: Destroy human desires and preserve heavenly principles. Isn't it human desire to send misfortune to prosperity and decline and Feng Shui? It is against the laws of nature that people want to ignore the life and death of the people. The two are relatively small and the bigger is the natural reason for the life and death of the people.
Everyone nodded their heads and laughed: "The king has read a lot of books, and the words spoken are also convincing. After all, we are the scholars of bamboo for seven days. We can't compare."
All the guards laughed at the roaring hall. It turns out that Wang Shouren was eager to learn since he was a child, and he believed in Taoism when he was a teenager. He once invited Taoist priests to his home for advice. But those Taoist priests don’t know anything, except for reading a few words. Apart from the death sutras, there is almost no other words to say, let alone knowledge.
Laozi’s Taoism is one of the ancient nine liu, ranked among the three religions, and is a true philosopher, but today’s Taoists, although they enshrine Laozi as the originator, in fact, most of them studied under Zhang Daoling, the five-dou rice sect of the Han Dynasty, and Laozi’s Morality is completely different.
Wang Shouren learned nothing, and later studied with the great scholar Lou Liang, and began to believe in Zhu Xi's knowledge of things. He once understood the bamboo in his home for seven days and seven nights, but he did not understand the truth, but fell ill with wind and cold. This is an anecdote in the capital, and everyone knows it, so everyone will laugh after hearing this joke. Wang Shouren is bold and unrestrained, and does not adhere to etiquette. Moreover, this matter has been made fun of by people many times, and he has listened to it. He laughed, there was no unpleasant color.
An officer waited for the crowd to stop laughing, and said: "So the king is in agreement with Lord Yang of Yang Ling. I heard that the three academicians in the cabinet also protect him. If the king had encountered such a thing in the first place. , What would you do?"
"Me?" Wang Shouren was startled, and couldn't help thinking: "The king, the people, Fengshui, Sheji..." These things turned around in his heart like a horse, after a long time, Wang Shouren's confused eyes gradually gradually Resolutely, the officials waiting for the answer did not hear the rebellious words from him, but they clearly saw his answer. For a time, everyone accepted the laughter on their faces and their expressions became solemn.
The news of Yang Ling’s imprisonment and attendance in the practice field, Yan Song has heard from his colleagues. He is deeply grateful for Yang Ling, but he is extremely utilitarian, and the imperial feng shui case cannot be inserted by many important officials. Mouth, he is nothing but a nameless pawn. Even if he is sparsely sparse, he cannot save Yang Ling. He is also a waste of his own future. He can't do anything that only asks for books and business. Therefore, he heard that Yang Ling was cut. Although he was extremely sad, he was wise. He didn't even go to the field.
But as soon as the news came out that Han Youniang used the calligraphy of the first emperor to prevent the execution and the emperor Yang Ling was taken into custody for retrial, Yan Song's brains became active again. Some time ago, Yang Ling resisted the decree to save his wife, Hongzhi did not take Yang Ling into custody. Yan Song speculated that the holy intention was to excuse Yang Ling, so he hurriedly wrote an article for Yang Ling.
This time the emperor has suspended his sentence for a retrial and ordered the investigation of the mausoleum, what is the meaning of it? Yan Song accepted the decree and immediately closed the door, carefully pondering the truth. He frowned and sat at the table, his eyes moaning for a long while, his wife Ouyang, who had just been brought into Beijing, saw that her husband had returned early this morning, and he sat silent as soon as he entered the house and made a cup of tea. , Asked softly: "husband, what embarrassment did you encounter today?"
Yan Song respects this wife who has gotten her hair very much. Seeing his wife made tea, he hurriedly took it with his hands, and smiled at his wife: "Oh, nothing, today the emperor ordered an inspection of Tai Ling and sent three imperial commissions. I am a husband and one of the three appointed by the emperor. I’m just surprised. I’m a new official, and there is no special performance in the palace examination. There are so many talents in the Imperial Academy. Why did the emperor only designate me?"
Ouyang clan couldn't help but grinned when he heard the words, and said: "You, I wanted to be an official when I was not an official, and I wanted to be promoted when I was an official. Now the emperor has reused you, but he is thinking about it again."
Yan Song hurriedly shook his head and said: "Madam, I don’t know, the majesty of the sky is unpredictable. If you can't figure out the holy intention, the emperor wants you to go to the left, but you are going to the right. Where is the day of your early days?"
Ouyang heard her husband say so serious, she couldn’t help but frown. She groaned and said: “husband, today Yang Hanshi field rescues her husband. I heard that it is a painting given by the emperor to the emperor. Saying that you have friendship with Mr. Yang, I handed it over to you, wanting you to excuse him?"
Yan Song paused and said: "As a husband, I just can’t guess what the Holy Master meant. That’s why I am very distressed. If the emperor intends to let me help Master Yang, but the person who delivered the decree didn’t have the slightest hint. I went back to the palace after the decree. I pondered the decree many times, and I can’t guess what it means. If the emperor deliberately excuses him, how much he should give me some advice.
Ouyang said: "The concubine doesn’t understand state affairs, so she thinks it logically. You said that a high-ranking official who is a son annoyed a person and found a crime to hit that person’s board. That person took To have a relationship with the filial father of this filial son, the official sent the board down and asked someone to re-examine his case. Do you want to justify him, or should he still be punished?"
Yan Song's eyes lit up, and Xuan even shook his head and smiled: "This metaphor is not correct, the emperor's painting is not comparable to a letter, the emperor is kind, and there are many courtiers who have given gifts, and it's not just Master Yang... ...Yeah! No, it's different...".
Yan Song suddenly remembered what the servant Cheng Wenyi had said, that the painting was a picture of strong pine on a cliff, with the emperor’s own inscription: Sensen Qianzhangsong, although there are many programs, the building used is the material of the pillars. This is clearly the solitary trust of the first emperor, and the high hopes that he placed on the minister of the arm of Yang.
Yan Song held Ouyang’s hand and said excitedly: "Because of my husband’s bluntness, thanks to the reminder of my good wife, I now understand the holy meaning, but... three imperial envoys, one is the chief of the war department, There is also Cheng Guo Gong, the prince of the dynasty. The official position is far above me. For the sake of public and private, he should help Da Yang, but he is afraid of being alone."
Ouyang smirked and said: "My good husband, if the emperor deliberately excuses Mr. Yang, how can he choose you to lead this matter? Maybe the man and the chief officer of the Ministry of War have already won the emperor’s I’ve told you a secret, you and Mr. Yang have an old relationship, not many people know about it.
But the emperor has Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Xichang. I heard that the spies are all-pervasive and so powerful. Does the emperor know? I chose you only to muffle the mouths of the ministers. This time, I think if you just pretend to be deaf and dumb, and act as a golden bodhisattva, you will be in line with the holy intention.
"The Golden Bodhisattva...", Yan Song also felt that what his wife said was reasonable, but suddenly thought that the emperor would use him. It turned out that it was only because he had an old relationship with Yang Ling, not because he liked him. Feeling lost, the joy of guessing the holy will suddenly faded away a lot...
Outside Wumen, the imperial guards of honor were already lined up. Wang Shouren and Yan Song were not familiar with each other. They met and talked a few words, and stood there waiting for Cheng Guo Gong Zhu Gang with their own minds.
"In today's situation, the imperial mausoleum is moved with taxes and taxes. The people are suffering and the society is uneasy. In the past, Fang Xiaoru did not regret for the orthodox punish the ten tribes. Now I am Wang Family for Jiangshan Sheji, why should I regret this?" Father Wang Hua said again It sounded in his ears, Wang Shouren thought of the plan, and felt a little nervous in his heart.
He is a good soldier and martial artist since he was a child, but he has never been in battle to kill the enemy, and he has experienced the fight, and what he is going to do today is no different from taking corn out of the fire. He has to take great risks. Once things fail, plan this The Li Dongyang and Wang Huamans of the matter are likely to be copied. With Wang Shouren's determination, thinking about this matter can't help but feel anxious.
If you don’t want to increase taxes, you can only move the mausoleum. If you don’t want to move the tomb, you can only prove that Jinjing has never been touched by anyone. In desperation, Li Dongyang invites his best friend Wang Hua to make a decision with him. A risky plan: the plan to avoid the sky!
The soil samples of Jinjing are currently in the Ministry of Rites, and Wang Hua is the highest official of the Ministry of Rites after Wang Qiong. Although the soil of Jinjing is very strict, he is at least 70% sure that he wants to transfer the package as Wang Hua.
The most difficult thing is Wang Shouren, he is the son of Wang Hua, and he is not a superstitious feng shui scholar. Li Dongyang is expected that Wang Hua will be able to persuade him to conspire in this matter, but the difficulty lies in the imperial commission There were three people, not Wang Shouren, and it was extremely difficult to replace the soil samples Tai Ling retrieved with one hand.
Li Dongyang negotiated with Wang Hua and asked Wang Shouren to act on the occasion and carry a bag of soil with him. After taking the soil sample from the Emperor’s Tomb Jinjing, look for an opportunity to replace the soil sample, and then notify the family members of the Fuzhong who secretly follow. Ma Gan reported back to Li Dongyang and Wang Hua in front of them. As soon as they heard the news that Wang Shouren had succeeded, they immediately went to the ceremony department and Li Dongyang entangled the Wang Qiong. Wang Hua was responsible for the change of ground and the imperial mission. It is extremely difficult to avoid the eyes and ears of others, and the emperor's tomb is not far away.
So Wang Shouren’s task is not only dangerous, but also extremely difficult. But what was the situation in the imperial mausoleum? Even knowledgeable talents such as Li Dongyang and Wang Hua were not quite sure. At that time, there was no imperial mausoleum to visit, and there were no drawings of the imperial mausoleum for research. Li Dongyang could think of this idea temporarily. , Is already quick-witted, it is impossible to make a more detailed plan.
Wang Shouren can't help but sigh when he thinks of this. Cheng Guo Gong is a loyal man. Since the Hongwu dynasty, there have been three kings after death, and the holy family is extremely long. Although Zhu Gang of this generation is old, he is not confused. He is an old man. Wang Shouren can't guarantee that he can do tricks in his hands. If the old man refuses to release the water, the hope of success is extremely slim. , The thin bamboo-like Hanlin in front of him, looking at his words and deeds, does not seem to be a simple character.
Wang Shouren thought of this and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Yan Song~IndoMTL.com~Unexpectedly, Yan Song was also peeking at him. When the two of them met their eyes, they immediately drifted away with guilty conscience, each carrying a ghost and playing his own abacus.
At this moment, an eight-lifted sedan squeaked to the Wumen, followed by eight guards, the sedan chair landed, and the housekeeper lifted the sedan chair to help out a gray-haired old man. Wearing a python robe and a jade belt around his waist, Wang Shouren was shocked when he walked with a trembling step and three shakes.
During the Chinese New Year this year, he also accompanied his father to visit the old man. At that time, Mr. Zhu’s fourteenth great-grandson set off firecrackers in the pavilion, and the old guy was so angry that he was chasing his great-grandson with a feather duster. Rotating around, it's really like flying fast, how can it be so old after half a year?
Wang Shouren stepped forward in surprise and suspiciousness, and said deeply: "Shouren pays tribute to Grandpa Zhu, is my husband always in good health?"
"What?" The husband's voice was like a thunderbolt, and his voice was loud enough: "Don't be humming like a mosquito, my old man can't hear it! Alas, I'm getting older, and I'm a man of 80 this year. My eyes are dizzy, my ears are also deaf. I can't see or hear...Huh? Whose descendant are you?"
"This old man doesn't even know me?" Wang Shouren looked at Gong Guo in amazement, and saw a sly gleam in the old man's eyes. When he looked closely, there were still a pair of old muddy old eyes looking blankly. Look at him.
Wang Shouren was overjoyed when he saw this: The big deal is set! He just showed joy on his face, and suddenly saw that Yan Song was looking at them. Wang Shouren hurriedly regained his salute, tacitly, and said with a loud voice: "Shouren salutes my husband, my husband has always been okay. Okay?"
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