Reincarnation of the powerful minister

When Su Yan left the imperial study room, he realized that his back was wet when he was blown by the wind.It was really hot in the sky, and the hall was a little stuffy, and I cried a lot, sweating profusely.

He was a little irritable in his heart, it seemed to be because of the weather, but it didn't seem to be.

Emperor Jinglong's palace was deep and thoughtful, and he also had the suspicions that most emperors had. It was not just the "emperor's lenient" side recorded in the history books. He knew this since he eavesdropped on the emperor's corner.That's why when he was serving the emperor, he was always trembling and tense, and he didn't feel tired until the string was loosened.

He believed that the question just now was not because the emperor suspected that he had any connection with Zhuo Jijiu and the Western Wild Party. After all, he was still young and had only been an official for three months. Paper, more likely to be a habitual beating, just like the emperor usually does to other officials.

The emperor wanted to tell him that no matter what party or connection, in the face of loyalty to me, he is nothing.To test him by being transferred to the official department, by arresting his son-in-law under the list, and then by sending him a proposition, all he wanted to know was whether Su Yan, the most important political stance besides talent, had taken a wrong stand.

However, if he really made an oath to the sky on the spot and showed his loyalty, the emperor would not believe it in all likelihood.

It can be considered that he was quick-witted, and used this trick that was not a trick. Wangdi Chunxin asked Du Juan to cry, and only then did he get away with it.

Su Yan didn't know how much the emperor trusted and loved him, so he could only take one step at a time.

But in the end there are still some grievances.

My father and son take over my time every day except for sleeping and eating. You can do whatever you are told to do. You can say nice things every day, and you don’t hold any resentment when you get beaten. Courtier, you can't find it even with a lantern, so you don't know how to cherish it!Sooner or later you will regret it.

... Well, what makes you regret it is just thinking about it.In ancient times, the emperor was an absolute existence to him, but to the emperor, he was just an inconspicuous one among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

The chief minister of the cabinet with more than [-] people was imprisoned because of the emperor's words. Thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace, and he doesn't even have the right to be wronged.

At this moment, he just wanted to go home and take a bath again. Seeing the sun setting, he didn't want to go to the East Palace to serve.

After returning home, soaking in the tub, Su Xiaobei boiled the last pot of hot water, came to wipe his back, and asked softly, "Is your lord unhappy?"

Su Yan lay lazily on the edge of the barrel, "There's nothing to be unhappy about. From the outsiders' point of view, I, the crown prince, can read from both sides, and I'm very happy."

"My lord hasn't smiled at all since he came back from the palace today, but he's tired?"

"I'm not tired, but my heart is tired. The prince loses his temper when he doesn't see me for a day. The emperor can't wait to make me a potted plant and plant it in the imperial study. Didn't you listen to the gossip of Zhan Shifu these days, saying that my direct remonstrance is false? , Meishang is the truth."

"They are jealous of the favor of the adults. If they were given the opportunity to be potted plants in the royal study, they would all be so happy that they would all crawl into the pots! It's because of jealousy that they chew their tongues and take sour water. This kind of person is like a mosquito in a ditch, not worthy of being glanced at or heard by an adult."

Su Yan chuckled: "Of course I know, but I still want to thank you for your comfort."

Su Xiaobei lowered his eyelids uncomfortably, "Why do adults always thank us servants, I'm really not used to it, I always feel guilty..."

Su Yan said: "Why are you guilty, stand up for me. They are all born and raised by parents, who is more noble than the other, and they are not all the same person after stripping the layer of power and status."

"It's not the same." Su Xiaobei's eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying, "The lower reaches of the Yellow River flooded and destroyed the fields and houses. Our family of four had to flee famine and come to the capital. My sister starved to death on the way and was taken away by my father." I went to trade with someone for a bag of brown rice cakes, and only survived the barren land where not a single blade of grass grew. I finally entered Dongchang Mansion, and was robbed by horse thieves. Sell ​​me to Ren Yazi. Ren Yazi saw that I was born upright, and wanted to sell me into the Changchun Courtyard and become a lowly young lady. If the adults hadn't bought me, I'm afraid I would have become a bunch of people by now. Rotten bones. Tell me, how can we be called human beings who are covered in flesh and blood and can eat and sell them!"

Hearing this, Su Yan was moved with compassion, and sighed: "The past two years have been difficult due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, but they will get better."

"Really? How long do we have to wait?"

"...not long."

National disasters and river disasters often work together.The Yellow River breeds civilization, but it is also fickle. The disasters caused by the collapse and diversion will always be smoothed over and over again by time and human rule, and young sprouts will sprout again on the barren land.

"The past is gone, don't think about it." Su Yan got up and dressed, "Have dinner, I'm so hungry."

Su Xiaobei wiped away his tears, forced a smile and said, "Everything is ready, just wait for your lord to summon you."

"By the way, should we buy some zongzi leaves, glutinous rice, peanuts, etc., and make some zongzi for the festival? Oh, and there are salted eggs and ham. Both sweet and salty zongzi are delicious."

"I bought everything, and I will ask the cook to wrap it up tomorrow."

"It's so boring to eat ready-made ones. Let's make our own and try."

Su Xiaobei wondered: "Xiaojing and I are not good at craftsmanship, I'm afraid we'll be wrapped into a stick."

Su Yan smiled: "It's okay to wrap it into a bucket, just for fun."

In the early morning of the next day, the three masters and servants fiddled with each other in the courtyard, wiped the stone table clean, put away the dry ingredients, and made rice dumplings while talking and laughing. It didn't take long for a table of monsters and ghosts to be created, all of which looked uglier but not ugliest. .

Su Yan admired the latest masterpiece in his hand. One end was blunt and protruding, the other was round and sunken. He suddenly felt a bit like a dick. The surface was tightly bound with silk threads, making it even more dirty.He wanted to unpack and repack with black threads all over his head, when he heard someone outside the courtyard knocking on the door and asking loudly.

Su Xiaojing went to open the door, and several servants came rushing in with gift boxes and packages, and unloaded the two stone tables to the brim.

"This is a courtesy gift from His Royal Highness King Yu to Lord Su, please accept it with a smile." After the leader Jinyi finished speaking, he probably felt that Corporal Li Xian had given him enough face, and left without waiting for him to reply.

"I don't want to laugh and accept, can I refuse to be ugly?" Su Yan vomited helplessly, and opened a gift box casually. Inside were twelve beautifully packaged rice dumplings. , as well as Heqing ham, which is a tribute from western Yunnan, steaming hot and fragrant.

"Wow!" Su Xiaojing exclaimed, "What kind of rice dumpling is this? It's so delicious! Is it only eaten in the palace?"

Su Yan casually tossed two to him: "Yes, eat whatever you want."

Su Xiaobei looked at the zongzi he had made, and felt more and more unsightly, and said dejectedly, "I took all the zongzi I made earlier to the kitchen for the servants to eat."

Su Yan stopped: "Don't, it's the first time in two lifetimes to make zongzi. I have to taste the fruits of hard work."

So Su Xiaobei took out the string of ghosts and ghosts wrapped by Mr. Su with a cock essence, and put them in another pot to cook.Cooking and cooking, it will be cooked.

"What does it mean that it's gone?" Su Yan asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"It's just... the little one went to the back alley peddler on the way, bought a jar of pagoda tree honey, and when he came back, he lifted the lid and it was gone." Su Xiaobei felt ashamed for not being able to manage the house well, and even a string of zongzi would be stolen. .

Su Yan waved his hand: "Perhaps the back door was not closed. Someone smelled it and sneaked in to take it away. Children are greedy, it's okay, and they didn't wrap it up anyway. Let's just eat what's in the gift box, especially For food, if you don’t eat it, you won’t eat it.”

In Fusi's Imperial Prison in Beizhen, the clear sunshine in early summer does not shine at all, and it is dark and cold all year round. It is only suitable for Xiaoqing, a white snake who avoids the Dragon Boat Festival, to practice.

Shen Qi leaned back in the armchair, her straight and powerful legs rested leisurely on the table, and the bunch of cooked rice dumplings in her hand dangled back and forth.The zongzi was still steaming slightly, but the shape was so ugly that it almost tarnished Quzi.

He flipped through the pages with a half-smile, opened one of them, dipped in the soft sugar in the small porcelain dish on the table, and took a bite.

"Ugly is ugly, the taste is not satisfactory." Qianhu commented.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he tilted his head to look at the disheveled Zhuo Qi who was hanging on the torture rack, and shook the other one: "Master Zhuo also eats rice dumplings, how about the festival?"

Zhuo Qi's complexion was like paper, his chapped lips were covered with blood, and his voice was hoarse and struggling: "Water...give me water..."

Shen Qi slowly unwrapped the silk thread, peeled off the bamboo leaves one by one, revealing the sticky and sweet glutinous rice inside, got up and walked to Zhuo Qi's side.

"Lord Zhuo, to be honest, it is meaningless for you to carry it so hard. You say you have no corruption and bribery. How do you calculate the number of donations to the prison? Have all the donated rice been turned over to the imperial court, so there is no embezzlement. The treasury? If you follow the Taizu's rule, if you combine 60 taels of silver, you will be sentenced to peeling and pulling weeds. You have not been wronged, right?

You said that there is no clique for personal gain, so what about the private letters with those Westerners? There is no resentment in the letter of "the world is sneaking into the high position, and the handsome is down to the bureaucrats"?Never scolded Quan Huan and Jin Yiwei? "

Zhuo Qi was so angry that his sanity almost collapsed, he just chanted "water".

Shen Qi sneered: "I said you scholars, you have mouths all over your body, you scold whoever you catch, and you bully the weak and fear the hard. If you fight to the death, if you dare to fight like Yu Chezhi, the left servant of the Ministry of War, you will suffer Thirty court battles still did not change face, forcing the emperor to withdraw his order in public, I respect you for being a man. But do you dare? Just take it out on us who work for the emperor.

That's right, we are hawks and minions, but you don't even look, whose hawks and minions are those?If we have pulled out these claws and claws, who is it that hurts?The civil servants and Confucian scholars of the Manchu Dynasty all bear the name of Qingliu, how many of them are really serving the country and the people?five?ten?Not all of them are holding onto their own interests and reputation to climb up desperately. In order to fight for the right to speak and manipulate national policies, they have repeatedly used the etiquette system to hijack Shangyi, even without regard for the face of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, have you written the edict of guilt?"Didn't write?That minister wrote on behalf of His Majesty. '

'Your Majesty, I want to resign.But if you allow me to resign, my reputation will be even worse. '

I have been a Jin Yiwei for ten years, and I have seen many such scenes.The claws and claws are still powerful, and if this is the case, if you are asked to pull out the claws and claws again, what will be the power of God? "

"So, have you figured out where your crime is?" Shen Qi put the peeled rice dumpling into Zhuo Qi's mouth, and stuffed it little by little, "This was made by your proud disciple. After eating it, I'm pleading guilty Put a charge on the certificate. The commander promised to save you from death after the charge, and he will not break his promise."

Zhuo Qi's throat seemed to be stuffed with charcoal, and a sliver of clarity suddenly emerged from his chaotic mind.

Days of torture almost shattered his ideals and aspirations. He wavered back and forth between the desire to survive and sacrifice his life for righteousness, and he had the idea of ​​signing a letter several times.

Even though the confession stated that he bit his mentor Li Chengfeng and Li Gelao.

Especially after hearing Shen Qi's "Minion Theory", her heart was ashamed and she almost nodded.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the sentence, "This is made by your proud disciple himself", as if splitting his celestial spirit cover, and pouring a basin of ice and snow on his head——

Su Yan!

During the period when he was in prison, everyone dared not come to visit the prison for fear of harming Chi Yu. Among the disciples, this 17-year-old boy was the only one who entered the dark prison with clothes and water.

At that time, his mind was blurred, and he vaguely saw blood on the shoulder of Su Yan's coat, and then he was dragged out by the cruel Qianhu.

He just taught Su Yan for three or four years when he was only six years old.

As for myself, thanks to Mr. Li Ge's careful teaching for many years, I am still so determined, greedy for life and afraid of death, even worse than a young man who is not as weak as a crown!

Zhuo Jijiu was ashamed as death, and would rather die.

He chewed his mouth full of glutinous rice with difficulty, and said, "I want to be charged in public...in court...not in this pickled prison...to plead guilty."

Shen Qi rubbed off the stickiness between her fingers, and motioned her subordinates to feed him water.

Half an hour later, the trial began.

Shen Qi did not go with Feng to the court, she found an excuse to resign and peeled rice dumplings in her room.After eating the sweet zongzi, I ate the salty zongzi again, thinking it was ugly, and eating it as a meal.

Not long after, a confidant under his command, Xiao Qi, knocked on the door and came in, whispering something to him.

Shen Qi's face darkened.

Zhuo Qi died.In the courtroom, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he bit off the root of his tongue and sprayed the blood from his mouth on the pleading paper in the face of the pleadings of indiscriminately biting——

If you want to ask what is the crime, just look at my blood.

Shen Qi moved her fingers, signaling Xiao Qi to back down, carefully thinking about the impact of this sudden incident:

Clinging and biting Li Chengfeng won't work, so don't let Marquis Feng'an get too much of his wish, so as not to bully others even more.

With the death case closed, Zhuo Qi could no longer involve others, including his teacher, and naturally his students and disciples.

All in all, a good death.

Shen Qi happily raised the corners of her mouth, and looked at the last rice dumpling left... The more she looked, the more she looked like a lifelike dick.

This Su Qinghe, seeing that Chuzi is completely ignorant of human affairs, what is he thinking in private!