Ming Dynasty Strategy Notes [Transmigration Book]

Zhou Ting asked in astonishment: "The penalty has been decided so quickly? Impossible! I want to report to the Holy One!"

The jailer let out a disdainful "bah", "Just because of your official position, you want to report to the Holy Majesty? Just dream! Mr. Zhou, you are also an official in the court anyway, and you are not allowed to appeal, let alone you can't report to the court. Your Majesty, it is impossible to change the sentence, you know?"

Of course he knew, but he really didn't know who wanted to put his father and son to death in such a hurry!

"Today is the execution? When is it scheduled?"

As soon as Zhou Ting spoke, the jailer looked at him with a sarcastic smile, but did not answer.

Zhou Ting also knew that he asked a very stupid question in a hurry, so he kept silent.The beheading of the prisoner must be at three o'clock in the noon. This is a rule established since ancient times, because it is the time of the day when the yang energy is the strongest.

"Okay, Master Zhou, the younger one is just an errand, it's useless if you have anything to say to me, you'd better have a good meal and get on the road, it's better to be a hungry ghost than a hungry ghost." In the prison, I don’t know how many officials came and went, and very few of them survived. As the lowest guards, Jin Yiwei has long been numb to the life and death of the people in the prison.

Seeing the jailer turn around to ask for it, Zhou Xing shouted like he just woke up from a dream: "No, no! Ting'er was wronged! He didn't do anything! Officer, I beg you to report it on your behalf. I, Zhou Xing, am the only one. No mistake, let me go!"

The jailer paused, then turned around and said, "Yo, Mr. Zhou, you are the official, and I'm just a pawn. Where do you want me to report to you?"

Zhou Ting reached out and grabbed his father's hand through the wooden railing, and said, "Father, calm down, don't embarrass him, it's useless."

At this moment, Zhou Ting was calmer than his father.

Holding Zhou Ting's hand instead, feeling the heat from Zhou Ting's palm, Zhou Xing couldn't help crying.It is not a pity for him to die, but Ting'er, he is still so young, thinking of his own ignorance, and Ting'er will be tired to die with him, Zhou Xing regrets so much that his intestines are green. The son deeply cherishes it.If he could save Ting'er's life, even if he had to die ten times, he would be willing!

Seeing his father's grief-stricken appearance, Zhou Ting reached out and patted Zhou Xing's shoulder, as if his and his father's identities had been switched.

"Father, the jailer was right just now. Now that the verdict has come down, at least we can't be starving ghosts," Zhou Ting said as he brought several large earthen bowls to the adjacent two cells, "Father, son It's been a long time since I had a meal with you, so let my father and son have this last meal together."

After Zhou Ting finished speaking, he picked up the jug and poured some wine into the two bowls.He has been busy researching the guns recently, and often eats and sleeps with the craftsmen, but he really hasn't had a meal with his father for more than a month.

I think that before he was in high school, except for occasional gatherings with friends, there was a day when the family of three enjoyed themselves and had meals at home.Now he earns fame and is highly valued by the emperor, but he is about to die in an instant. The so-called fame and fortune are just fleeting, and that is what he is talking about.

Seeing that Zhou Ting was calm and calm, Zhou Xing also calmed down. Although he was still crying, he sat down quietly and picked up the wine his son brewed.

The father and son had only used half of the meal, and two more Jinyiwei came and opened Zhou Ting's cell door.

Zhou Xing was like a frightened bird, and shouted: "Isn't it not yet noon? Where are you taking Ting'er?"

"Song Tongzhi wants to see you." One of the Jin Yiwei replied calmly.Another Jin Yiwei pulled Zhou Ting to go out.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing held on to the wooden railing tightly, and shouted heartbreakingly: "No, no, no! You can't take Ting'er away!"

"Please two little brothers have a moment of grace."

Zhou Xing was on the verge of collapse at this moment. After obtaining the consent of the two, Zhou Ting moved over to hold Zhou Xing's hand, and said: "Father, they just said that a colleague wants to see the child. There may be a turning point in this matter, Daddy Don't worry, even if you die, the baby will be with you."

After receiving Zhou Ting's comfort, Zhou Xingcai calmed down again, stopped yelling, paced back and forth in the prison, and watched the three leave.

Zhou Ting followed the two Jinyi guards to a secret duty room, and saw two people sitting in the upper seat, one was a middle-aged man wearing a gold thread flying fish suit, he should be Song Tongzhi whom the two had just mentioned.

And the other one is dressed in a white brocade gown, handsome and not like ordinary people-Zhu Chun, King of Shu.

When Zhou Ting looked at Zhu Chun, Zhu Chun was also examining him.Although his clothes were stained and his hair was slightly disheveled, Zhou Ting's eyes were clear and his condition was not bad. Compared with a useless person who was frightened and almost collapsed after entering the imperial prison, he was still a bit better.

"Zhou Ting, when you see the King of Shu, hurry up and kneel down." Seeing Zhou Ting looking directly at the King of Shu without saluting, Song Tongzhi frowned.

But Zhu Chun waved his hand and said, "No, the situation is urgent now, so the etiquette will be waived. Zhou Ting, I'll just say it bluntly. I'm here today because Xia Ziling wanted to save your life."

Zhou Ting's heart warmed when he heard the words. He didn't expect that Xia Ziling would really help, and he could even persuade the King of Shu to go to the imperial prison. It seems that he is indeed the number one celebrity in front of the King of Shu.

"However, you also know that what your father committed was serious, and it was for the barbarians. It is impossible to save you from death, unless..."

Zhu Chun didn't waste time, and explained his purpose when he came, but now he suddenly paused.

Zhou Ting said: "My lord, please make it clear."

"Not a lowly status."

"Your Highness, you want me to be registered as a member of music?"

"Exactly," Zhu Chun said after a pause, "What do you think?"

Zhou Ting looked at Zhu Chun as if he were looking at a monster. After a while, he laughed and said, "My lord, I have no grievances with you. You are about to die now. Why do you come to make me happy!"

Zhu Chun looked at Zhou Ting seriously, and he knew that Zhou Ting would react like this, so he decided to come in person. If Song Tongzhi told Zhou Ting directly, Zhou Ting would definitely prove his will with death.

Xia Ziling put forward the suggestion of "not being a member of music", but for Confucian scholars who believed in the sages of Confucius and Mencius, it was more unbearable than death.The music registration system began in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is to put the wives and daughters of criminals, prisoners of war and other groups into a special roster of untouchables, forcing them to enjoy music and serve others with sensuality for generations. Those who enter the music registration are usually women. prostitute.In a sense, this is a punishment that is more humiliating than imposing death directly. Therefore, when such a sentence is mentioned before Emperor Hongwu, he will not feel that the sentence is light.

Before Emperor Hongwu, many emperors used this trick on the wives and daughters of criminal officials whom they hated deeply; after Emperor Hongwu, Emperor Yongle also used this trick on Huang Zicheng's sister and Tie Xian's wife. Outrageous.Although Emperor Hongwu killed people like hemp, he never did such humiliating things. In a sense, he is still human.

But now, Zhou Ting is a scholarly scholar, Hongwu 18th year to test Hua, but Zhu Chun proposes to enroll him in music to save his life, which is a hundred times more torture than killing him.If Zhou Ting really agreed, how would he face his colleagues in the officialdom and his classmates in the future?

Zhu Chun looked at Zhou Ting with a haughty expression, his eyes were stern, and the corners of his lips slightly raised into a sneer, and he said, "Zhou Ting, do you think that you are great because of how talented you are? I have a lot of talents in the Ming Dynasty, and I don't have more than you." , you are missing a lot!"

"In the eyes of this king, you are a worthless and sour scholar. I am here today just to give Xia Ziling some face. Whether you die or live is your own business!"

Zhu Chun's tone suddenly became cold, which made Zhou Ting stunned.Zhou Ting looked directly at the King of Shu who was sitting safely on the seat. Zhu Chun's face was cold at the moment, his handsome face was even more resolute, his eyes had a look of disdain for everything, and his whole body exuded a natural imperial arrogance in his laziness.

This young man suddenly made him afraid to look directly at him, and he couldn't help but have the urge to bend down in front of him.what does it feel likeIs this the legendary true dragon spirit?What kind of experience and determination made the king of Shu have such an arrogance at such a young age?

Zhou Ting used to think highly of himself and did not take the King of Shu seriously, but now he suddenly felt that it might be a good choice to be loyal to him.Xia Ziling really has an extraordinary vision. Given time, the King of Shu will definitely become a generation of Mingjun.It's a pity...he didn't have the chance to see that day.

"Xia Ziling asked the king to bring you a letter. Since you have decided to die, you should read it quickly. If you have anything to ask Xia Ziling, the king can do it for you. Don't delay too long, the king is not I'm here to spend time with you, a sour scholar!" After Zhu Chun finished speaking, he took out a letter, but he didn't go forward, and after a while, Zhou Ting went to get it by himself.

Spreading out the thin tissue paper, there is only a few words on it——

"Brother Ziyu, the mother at home has been properly arranged, don't read it.

Bojia on"

Zhou Ting, who was still full of pride just now, decided to die generously, when he saw this sentence, suddenly a burst of sadness welled up his nose, and his eyes turned red.

Holding the tissue paper, Zhou Ting couldn't help trembling slightly.Xia Ziling, Xia Ziling, why are you so smart, you always know how to pinch my weakness at the right time.

Seeing this sentence, Zhou Ting suddenly thought of the conversation he had with Xia Ziling one day.That day, the two of them talked about the loyal and martyrs in ancient times, who disregarded the lives of their wives and children, and accomplished righteous deeds.Zhou Ting was taught by the etiquette of Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, so he naturally thinks that Gu Dayi and integrity are the way of a gentleman, but Xia Ziling does not.

"Gu Dayi depends on what kind of righteousness it is. If for the sake of the common people and the people of the world, abandoning your small family can achieve the stability of the world, then naturally you should take care of the righteousness. But if the boat is sinking and you can't change any status quo, you still have to abandon it blindly." Family members, achievement of fame, that is a foolish act, even if you can live forever, when you go to the underground, what face will you have to face your loved ones!"

Xia Ziling's words seemed to Zhou Ting to be contrary to the way of a gentleman, but Zhou Ting didn't think so at the time.However, in the current situation, and thinking about Xia Ziling's words at that time, Zhou Ting suddenly felt quite reasonable.

If he dies generously, he can naturally keep his reputation for the rest of his life, but what about his mother?If both father and him are dead, can mother live alone?Even though Xia Ziling said that he would properly arrange for his mother, but... precisely because he said so, Zhou Ting realized that it was impossible.In terms of food and drink, even if Xia Ziling is willing to meet all the mother's needs, can the mother bear the pain of losing her husband and son?Based on what he knew about his mother, if he and his father left, his mother would definitely become depressed and die soon.

He Zhou Ting has always been upright, but at this moment he realized that he is just an ordinary person and it is impossible to become a saint.If he died, it would be meaningless to the country, the family, the common people, and the people, and he would not even be considered a heroic hero.A hundred years later, future generations will only include themselves in the list of traitors who had illicit affairs with Bei Yuan and attempted rebellion.How sad and how ridiculous!

"My lord is busy with official duties. If you have nothing to say, I will go back." Zhu Chun got up after speaking, flung his skirt smartly, and he was already walking towards the door.

"Wait, lord," Zhou Ting said, kneeling on the ground solemnly, kowtowed his head, and said: "I am willing to be a member of the Yue family, and I beg the lord to save my life."

With his back to Zhou Ting, Zhu Chun paused, and the corners of his lips curled into an arc.Xia Ziling, your calculations are really accurate.