It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. In the drizzle, Zhu Er, Gusu, held an oil-paper umbrella and wandered alone in the lonely and empty eastern suburbs of the capital. The eastern suburbs have always been a place where literati roam, and the famous two emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty are buried here. Every spring, countless migrants and poets come and go here, reciting poems and paintings.

The great scholar Bo Wenyuan was also buried here, and his tomb was across the valley from the tombs of the two emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty. On the night when Zhang Zhengxin robbed the prison, the palace caught fire, and the court room and the bell tower on the Meridian Gate were destroyed. Emperor Antai personally directed the palace guards to put out the fire. He felt the cold and was bedridden since then. The officers and soldiers were unable to put out the fire, fearing that the emperor was furious. Afterwards, countless rebellious parties were arrested in the house and inn. A department reported this to Emperor Antai. Even though Emperor Antai was kind and ordered the Ministry of Justice to investigate in detail, more than 50 innocent people were still killed. In addition, the chaos that was killed by the officers and soldiers that night.

The party was suspected, and more than 200 people died of fire in the capital. The people did not dare to resent the government and concentrated their anger on Bo Wenyuan who refused to escape. Every day, the Beijing officials asked the emperor to kill Bo Chen to thank the world. Emperor Antai cherished Wen Yuan's talent and did not want to kill him. When he was sick, he ordered the Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng to go to the prison to see Bo Chen and promised him to repent. Bo Chen refused to follow the emperor's order, so the Ministry of Justice sentenced him to confuse the public and incited the crime of treason. He planned to punish him in the market. The emperor thought that Bo Chen was the leader of the Confucian scholar in Peking and gave him poisoned wine.

"Brother Wenyuan, are you worth it for these ordinary people?" Zhu Er of Susu put away his umbrella, took out a pot of wine from the carriage, poured two cups, put one in front of Bochen's tomb, and left one for himself.

After Bochen was poisoned by the court with wine, his clan members refused to collect his body. The scholars in Jiangnan were ashamed of such a scum who blasphemed the saint's words. They specially asked the government for approval to use fine steel as a coffin to build his body and black stone to build his cave.

The cold raindrops hit the black stone tomb, washing the tomb spotlessly. In the surrounding area of ​​oily spring green, it became more and more lonely and desolate. A few petals of early-launched wild flowers were crushed by the late spring cold, floating from the mountain, gently sticking to the tombstone, hesitating and refusing to leave.

Zhu Er staggered forward a few steps, picked the petals on the tombstone and placed them around the tomb. A light mist floated into the corner of Zhu Er's eyes. Only then did he find that there was an incense burner behind the tombstone. The embers were wet with rain. The faint white mist was emitted from here, like smoke, and it lingered.

It turned out that someone had come. Zhu Er smiled. There were flowers, wine, incense, candles, and the slanting rain and breeze were sent to each other, which also echoed Bo Chen's indifferent character. This situation is as true as those scholars in the school who have taught him that the talent of Bo Chen was so pitiful to him.

According to rumors from students in the capital, it was contrary to the wishes of corrupt scholars. Bochen was buried in the place where he was buried was a rare Feng Shui treasure land. On the seventh day of his burial, a drunken disciple walked at night, heard the piano and zither on the mountain, and the poems were mixed with questions and answers, and he was scared to death. At dawn, several bold people gathered together to visit him, and saw peach blossom petals sprinkled on the ground like snow in front of Wenyuan’s tomb. The wine, plain candles, and sandalwood were not cold. Which hero should have played the sword and made a song here, and cried for a long time. However, the villagers were ignorant, and they all said that ghosts and gods were visiting him. According to rumors, it was rumored that the two emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Jing Wenyuan, were the talents of the two emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and they were essaying and savoring poems one night. Since then, students have come from time to time to burn manuscripts to worship the tomb, and Wenyuan is expected to help him in the spirit of the sky to give a title.

"Where the wine is thick, when the dream is deep, who can hear you Wu Gou sing...", Zhu Er, Gusu, sighed softly, took out two pages of sacrifice from his arms, separated the wind and rain with his body, ignited it, and burned it in front of Bochen's tomb. The paper ash was blown by the wind and swirled into the air like a butterfly, and was soon wet by the raindrops, falling straight into the wind.

The street market is still peaceful. The people who were killed by officers and soldiers that night and were wronged had to swallow their anger and continue to live. After all, they are people living at the feet of the emperor. They are patriotic and have a half-headed head higher than those in other cities. They will not move even if they suffer. The palaces and official houses that were destroyed in the fire are all repaired by the treasury. The Chaofang and the Meridian Gate are repaired the fastest. The situation of the days shows their new structure. It can be foreseen that after they are repaired, it is naturally much more majestic than before the fire. Without Bowenyuan, the capital city is missing in the newspapers to argue about his crimes.

No one felt that nothing was missing. Except for Bai Zheng, a great scholar who had been fighting with Bo Chen for nearly twenty years, went crazy on the day when Bo Chen was poisoned to death, attacked the court officials on the streets and pulled the Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng out of the carriage and beat him up. Later, he wrote a lawsuit, accusing all civil and military officials of all crimes of corruption. The reason was that the bandits were all born in the Ming Dynasty and were all the people of officials. The officials provided the bandits with military resources, so naturally they were more serious than Bo Wenyuan who provided them with several books. There were countless faces in Bai Zheng's court, and they did not want to get entangled with him. Bai Zheng went crazy every day to beat drums and shout for injustice. He was driven away and came again, and drove away and came again, endlessly.

Someone advised him: "Bowenyuan is your old enemy. Isn't it true that he dies?"

Bai Zheng was hit on the face with a crutch and ran away with his head in his arms.

When his spirit is calm and someone who is interested in the matter asks the reason, Bai Dexin replied seriously: "There is nothing else. I don't agree with Wen Yuan's opinion, but I am willing to defend his power to speak to the death."

In the end, the quarrel was really unreasonable, so the officer had to send someone to arrest him and send him out of the capital to end a farce.

"I'm afraid that the blood is gone and the wet firewood is not warm." The wind rolled up a cold rain, wetting the unburned residual manuscript in Zhu Er's hand. In the cold and thin hands, half of the ink stains were left. Zhu Er sighed lightly, kneading the residual paper in his hand into a ball, and throwing it high into the air.

History always pushes forward with blood, and the blood of scholars is not included. It is better to sell new pirates than to cry for a long song. Back then, Cunshu said that he would surrender tens of thousands of pirates, and how did he urge the Japanese pirate camp to break through. He personally participated in the creation of this great empire that was unparalleled and watched with his own eyes unscrupulously. He raised a wise emperor with his own hands, and witnessed his unscrupulous performance of his "wisdom" without hesitation.

Maybe Wu Sihan was right that night, "Whoever goes up with this kind of system is a virtue, and the emperor is just a sucker. There is only one solution, change the system first. Restrict the power of the court and return the power to the people." Will anyone take the initiative to give up the power in their hands?

"Mr. Zhu, Lord Zhu" A shout mixed with the noise of horse hooves interrupted the thoughts of the customs chief Zhu Jiangyan. Turning around, he saw a few fast horses running towards him like flying.

The person who took the lead was his personal bodyguard. He ran too fast and his clothes were soaked in the rain or sweat. He was tightly wrapped around his body.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Jiangyan asked vigilantly. The emperor is now ill, and the government affairs are handled by the prince and his closest cabinet ministers. A cabinet master like Zhu Er who stood by the side early will not have any shocking events in the country unless something shocking happened to his existence.

"Mr. Zhu, we can find you in our family." Following the guard was Emperor Antai's eunuch Sun Hou, whose duck-like voice had already cried. "Mr. Zhu, hurry up, come to the palace to meet the saint. The emperor is seriously ill, waiting for you, waiting for you to entrust your affairs."

"What?" Zhu Jiangyan only felt his head "coaxing", and his heart was mixed with ups and downs. He was extremely disappointed with the empire, but he did not resent Emperor Antai. When the crown prince first established a shogunate, Zhu Er abandoned the Shang Dynasty and joined the army, and the monarch and ministers were very close. Zhu Biao trusted this aide with the same surname to the point of obeying words. When the navy wiped out the pirates on the coastal islands, it was the first option of Zhu Er to offer to recruit pirates, and to pay attention to both suppression and pacification, and to go to the tiger's den, which made the pirates surrender. When the navy marched eastward and the soldiers were approaching the Japanese pirates' nest, the crown prince Zhu Biao personally ordered Gusu. Zhu Er took action and used his eloquence to disintegrate the other party's resistance. In the Hongwu year, Jiangnan bureaucrats counterattacked the new policy, Chen Bin was dismissed. Countless officials set their sights on the customs commander, and Zhu Biao disagreed with the public and promoted Zhu Er, a man with no fame and no foundation, and worked for 17 or 18 years in this position known as the imperial bank. Among the cabinet ministers of the Antai Dynasty, although Su Zhu Er was not favored, he never doubted. The Ministry of Revenue, which also manages the country's financial affairs, officials were changed almost every two years, but the customs commander is still Su Zhu Er.

"The emperor is waiting for the emperor to enter the palace, please get on the horse," said Sun Hou, the eunuch who was walking on the pen, sobbing, "Once we get on the horse, our family will explain it to the marquis in detail."

Pulling over the horse given up by the guard, Zhu Er trembled and kicked. The sky was wet and the stirrups were slippery. After admitting it several times, he barely climbed onto the horse's back. He didn't care that he was already nearly fifty people. He grabbed the stirrups hard and rushed directly towards the palace. While running, he asked the eunuch Bingbi what happened in the palace today.

On the day when Emperor Antai was burned, Zhu Biao suffered from a cold due to commanding the fire to put out the fire. He was originally weak. Overwork and overwork have become sick, and he has reached the limit that ordinary people can bear. That night, the cold wind was irritated, and several diseases occurred. He just wanted to make the ministers at ease, so he told the imperial physician not to leak. He had already improved these days and could barely get out of bed and walk around. Unfortunately, he should not be on the Qingming Festival.

This morning, Emperor Antai was in good spirits and instructed the eunuchs to set up an incense case in the palace, and led the prince and the concubines in the harem to sacrifice to the spirits of the Zhu family's ancestors in heaven. After the sacrifice, the concubines were sent away. The emperor and his son came to the imperial study room as usual to discuss the affairs of the court.

After many days of visiting the court, Zhu Biao realized that he was responsible for his heavy responsibility, fearing that the foundation he had passed on to him would make a mistake. He ignored the prince and his internal dissuasion and found a few important memorable memorials to read again. Perhaps he was not very satisfied with the performance of the prince and the cabinet. Unconsciously, he discussed the gains and losses of the government with the ministers and the ministers. The father and son praised the world. Emperor Zhu Biao told the prince Yunwen to know people and be good at responsibilities, while sighing that there was no omnipotent minister in the court. Prince Yunwen was dizzy when he heard it, and suddenly said, "Since all ministers have some shortcomings, who will the ministers rely on in the future to rely on the overall situation?" Please pay attention to the drunkard's new book "Homeland", thank you

When Emperor Antai heard this, he was stunned and pondered. He was anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the pictures of the pictures, and he paved faster and faster. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood squirted on the picture, dyeing half of the pictures of the pictures red.
Chapter completed!