"The ministers Xuan are coming to me and listen to my in-person instructions."

After hearing the Xuan summons, the civil and military officials silently walked to the front of the railing. The honorary officials, the auxiliary ministers of the cabinet and the six ministers of the ministers stood close to the railing, and the other officials stood in turn, and the shifts were inevitably a little chaotic.

The Censor and the Honglu official held their breath and forgot to rectify the ceremony. All the court officials had no other sound except the sound of their generous court uniforms and the extremely slight sound of their boots rubbing against the ground. Chongzhen looked at everyone's low and drooping faces and did not speak immediately.

Just now, his eyes were so angry that it seemed like a fire was about to emerge. Although his anger had not yet subsided, he had a little more pain and melancholy expression. He knew in his heart that he had used the court sticks to Huang Daozhou and Ye Tingxiu, who opposed his national policy, and handed the other Liu Zongzhou to the Ministry of Justice for crimes. Although he could see that most of the civil and military officials who were standing in front of him were scared and their faces were pale and did not even dare to show off their grandeur, but he knew that his thunder power did not intimidate Huang Daozhou and the other three people, nor did he win the sincerity of the officials. He felt from everyone's expression that he was isolated, and it seemed that most civil and military officials could not really understand his difficulties. When he went to court on weekdays, he often spoke majestic tone. Now he suddenly turned aside and said in a tone of weakness and self-blame:

"Since I ascended the top, internal and external conflicts have caused disasters, floods and droughts have occurred, and disasters have occurred. I thought to myself all night long: I am not talented, and I cannot feel the loyalty of all ministers and ministers as the country; I am not wise, and I cannot distinguish right from wrong, evil and righteous, and loyal, treacherous, wise and foolish; I am not martial, and I cannot suppress the rebellion as soon as possible and climb to my people on the mat. This is all my virtues are weak and capable, and I am not clear about the affairs. The superiors are betrayal and the inferiors are ashamed of the people, so 'the emperor and heaven show their differences, so I should warn me'!"

The officials rarely heard the emperor say something to blame him when he was in court, and many people were moved. But everyone also understood that he would be like this at the moment, and at the other time he would completely change, so there was only one court official who said a few words of flattery and persuasion to Chongzhen. No one else said anything.

Chongzhen took a sip of tea and said, "People's hearts are related to the fate of the country, so sometimes people's hearts are more terrible than the heart of heaven. There are first-class people who are deceiving their intentions and cannot share the worries of the king and father, and are dedicated to the party and fight against differences. They are obsessed with the public and private. The court has no choice but to implement a new policy. They do not think about the difficulties of the country, obstruct and slander them in every way. If you talk about the laws of the ancestors, what should we do? It seems that this bandit is easy to control, and it is very difficult to eliminate the thieves in the future. If there are such people in the future, they will set up important rules. All ministers should wash their lungs and intestines, eliminate dissent, and practice their duties together. Praise me for the revival and the blessing of peace."

All the civil and military officials knelt down and said, "Abide by the imperial edict!"

Chongzhen asked everyone to get up and warned them not to be kidnapped by Huang Daozhou and Liu Zongzhou, just like them, they were not arrogant and father, slandered the court, obstructed the additional tax and salary, and condemned them. Finally, he asked:

"What else do you ministers have to say?"

Several cabinet ministers took the opportunity to kneel down and plead for Liu Zongzhou, saying that he had lived in Qishan, Shaoxing for many years. In the northern suburbs of Shaoxing, there was Qishan Academy, which was a place for Liu Zongzhou to teach. He was just a scholarly and was not the same party as Huang Daozhou. Please forgive him. Chongzhen said:

"Since Wanli, many scholars and officials have used lectures to establish the confrontation between the party and the court and form a trend, which is very hateful. Liu Zongzhou has taught in Qishan for many years, and has he also formed a party?"

A cabinet minister reported: "Although Liu Zongzhou has been teaching in Qishan for many years, scholars around the world respected him as Mr. Qishan, and there has been no case of forming a clique."

Chongzhen thought for a while and said, "I think he is old and stupid, so I will follow the request of my husband to suspend the discussion. He lives in Duxian and is so rude to his king and father, he forgets what he has learned in his life. He is willing to reply to his life. If he still does not know his crime, he will definitely increase the discussion and will never be tolerant!"

He had to say a few words to Ye Tingxiu, but just as he spoke, a strong wind squeezing sparse raindrops and hail came suddenly. On the Wufeng Tower, thunder and lightning were mixed. A thunder bombarded the kiss of the Huangji Gate, which made the doors and windows move. The imperial throne called Jintai shook violently, and at the same time the strong wind blew the Huangluo umbrella held on the imperial throne back. Chongzhen's face changed, he quickly stood up, and ran back to the Ganqing Palace surrounded by eunuchs. The ministers were in chaos and rushed out of the Meridian Gate in panic. The majestic guard of honor also ran away in the wind, rain, hail, and lightning.

After returning to the Ganqing Palace, Chongzhen regarded the accidental phenomena such as Lei Zhen Huangji Gate, shaking the imperial throne, and blowing down the Huangluo Umbrella just now. He was very dark and heavy, so he had to go to Fengxian Temple to pray to the gods of his ancestors.

Liu Zongzhou was lucky enough not to submit the Ministry of Justice to discuss the crime and returned home. Many colleagues, disciples and old friends in the court were afraid of things and did not dare to come to visit. Some only sent their family members to ask about the situation and show concern. However, there were still many people who came to see him in person. Some of these people were infuriated and had infinite admiration and sympathy for Liu Zongzhou, and they developed courage from the indignation. Some were close relationships on weekdays and planned to persuade Liu Zongzhou not to touch the upper class again, trying to turn this matter into good fortune. Liu Zongzhou knew that the emperor was suspicious and had a strict eye and ears. He did not see anyone who came to see him, and all the prayers were returned, indicating that he was guilty and kept aside.

After returning from the court, he pondered alone in the study. His family brought him a simple lunch to the study, but he ate very little, almost the original thing. Liu Zongzhou usually had to take a nap as usual, so he put a small bed in his study. Today, he lay down and couldn't sleep. Soon he got up, sometimes sitting in front of the desk, sometimes walking back and forth with his staggering footsteps, not allowing his family to disturb him. At first, his family thought he was thinking about how to write a book and dared not disturb him. After a while, he saw that he had not started writing, and the whole family felt anxious and scared. His son, Liu, was about forty years old, was also a little famous among scholars at that time, and was in Beijing. Before dusk, he came to the study on his mother's order, stood respectfully in front of the old man, and said:

"Sir, my mother asked my son to come and have a look. The matter of replying to the order should not be delayed; it is best to copy the original work today and hand it into the palace to relieve the anger of the emperor."

Zong Zhou sighed and said, "I came back from court today. I wanted to close my house to avoid mistakes. I quickly wrote a book to reply, but I silently recited the current affairs, feeling burned and restless. You go back to the back house and say to your mother: I have decided how to reply. I will write a book tonight and go to the palace tomorrow morning, which is not too late."

Liu did not dare to urge his father, and said, "My mother was angry because of the emperor's anger and blamed the adult for replying, and she was very worried. She wanted to come to the study to see her father in person, but her son was cured because of her cold. Today, the storm and rain were mixed, and the water in the courtyard was very deep, so she persuaded her to stay. She said to her son. Since ancient times, there is no bad king and father. I hope that the adult will blame himself for his crimes in the book, and there is no need to argue. The state affairs are so corrupt. If you don't have an adult, you can turn the world back with your hands. Now, just ask for the author to make a clear sky, and you can still give advice in the future."

Zong Zhou looked at his son in pain: "I understand exactly how scholars can serve the king in the court, so you don't have to worry about your mother."

Liu lowered his head and agreed to the two words "yes" in succession, but did not withdraw. He had something in his heart, but he didn't know if he should report to his father. The old man saw that he seemed to want to speak but stopped and asked:

"What else do you have to say?"

Liu Qi took the first step and whispered: "Sir, start from the next half a day. There are often suspicious people around our mansion and in the teahouses and restaurants at the intersection of the east and west streets."

The old man was shocked, then calmly went down and asked slowly: "How do you know?"

"My son went out to see the guests. His family went out to buy things, and they all saw them. Neighbors around him also quietly told him to be more careful. His son had ordered his family to close the door. In the future, any master from the court came to the mansion to wait for him or sent someone to send a message to him, and he would not open the door."

Liu Zongzhou nodded and said with emotion: "I guess they are from Dongchang and Jinyiwei."

"It must be."

"The emperor is so suspicious of the ministers, so trust in the factory and guard, what is the hope for the world!" After a while, the old man said to his son: "The holy anger is so angry. Today I am not worried about myself, but about Huang and Ye. After dinner, you go to the yamen of the tutoring office in person to inquire about their situation after they were tortured."

"Sir, since the emperor is suspicious and hates his subordinates the most, should my son go to the tutoring department?"

"The whole court knows that I have no party. This heart is bright, but I can face the sun. You just go and see Mr. Shizhai's life and death, why are you afraid!"

Seeing that his father was determined, he did not dare to speak, and he withdrew respectfully. Regarding the reply to the previous book, he had to ask his mother to come and persuade him.

At night, Liu Zongzhou began to draft the memorial. The window was closed very tightly. The wind blew in through the cracks of the paper, making the lights shaking. His eyes had already been blurred, but because the lights were constantly shaking, it became more and more difficult to write. If it were another minister, he would definitely ask an aide or clerk who was good at writing to prepare a manuscript. He only had to think about it, modify it, and hand it over to the clerk for repairing the cleanliness. But Liu Zongzhou would not like this. Every time he published a book, he always wrote it himself with infinite sincerity and respect, and cleaned his hands first, burned incense, and then sat upright, and wrote it meticulously. Moreover, this memorable seal is related to great importance, so he refused to hand it over to others to do it.

He had just written two paragraphs with difficulty. His wife braved the rain, supported by her maid Meixiang, and came to the study. He stopped writing, looked up, and asked:

"It's so heavy rain, and the yard is full of water. You'll get better if you have a cold. What are you going to do?"

The old lady walked to the desk and sat down, sighed softly, and said, "Oh, I'm not relieved! Fortunately, all the officials rescued each other today, the emperor was generous and did not punish him immediately, so she asked you to come down and reply. How do you plan to reply?"

"Don't worry. I would rather be demoted to serve the people than to flatter and seek favors. I would be unfaithful to what I learned in my life and be laughed at by future generations in the world."

The old lady said sadly: "Oh, my God, I knew you would be stubborn to the end! Wouldn't this make the emperor even more angry?"

He deliberately comforted her and said, "The emperor is a wise lord. He was deceived for a while. Once this commentary was mentioned, he would suddenly wake up."

"Although the emperor is wise, he must be wary of the unpredictable power. What if he doesn't wake up?"

"Loyal ministers serve the king, and only ask whether what they say is beneficial to the country, and not whether it is beneficial to the body. When the country is in a critical situation, they do not ask about their own honor and disgrace, and speak out loudly to correct the losses of the court. This is the way for us scholars to establish the court to serve the king. The imperial court set up the position of the chief censor, and it requires it to specifically correct hundreds of corporations and hundreds of corporations - refer to all yamen and officials. To identify injustice, admiration of each trait - refer to the thirteen censors and censors of the country. They are officials of the emperor's eyes and disciplines. As a capital constitution, if I am timid and fearful in the face of things, I cannot advise the emperor to clearly reward and punish the emperor, I cannot save the emperor from the innocent and condemned, and I cannot make the emperor stop the aggregation and do polite policies, and to win the hearts of the people who have lost their mistakes. Not only will the superiors bear the grace of the country, but the subordinates bear the people, but I also have deep burdens what I have learned throughout my life."

"What you said is right, but I'm afraid...ah, you are already in your sixties, and you can still endure another setback? If you are severely condemned, how can you do it!"

"Precisely because there are not many days left in this life, I cannot speak faithfully."

"I'm afraid that you will be like Mr. Shizhai before night. In the second half of today, the people who were investigating the incident in Dongchang and Jinyiwei kept spying around; I heard from the servants that until now, the night was quiet, the people were crowded, and the wind and rain were not stopped, and there were still suspicious people acting in front of the door. The Sacred Heart suspects this, and there is no intention of being a minister tolerant. I advise you to give less direct advice. If you have your life, there will be a day to repay the Lord in the future."

"Nonsense! Even if I die under the court stick, I will also complain to the emperor about the current problems. You and my husband have been studying and sensible for decades, so why are you so unreasonable today? Go, don't talk about it again!"

When the old lady saw him angry, she looked at him silent for a while, wiped her tears with her sleeves, and stood up. She still wanted to persuade her husband, but she swallowed the words to her mouth, shook her head, sighed deeply, and then held the maid's shoulder and left the study tremblingly, thinking to herself: It seems that a disaster can't be escaped!

Liu Zongzhou turned on the headlights and continued to write the draft. He knew that the Ming Dynasty was in danger of being buried, and he would rather die than sit idly by the situation and remained silent. He thought that in recent years, the emperor valued eunuchs as his eyes and ears; sent his confidant eunuchs to supervise the army as a national city; and used the study of severe punishments and laws as the road to govern the country. Not only could it not make politics clear, but it would make the government orders cumbersome. In this way, it would only make the state affairs worse day by day, and it would be so bad that it could not be cured today... Thinking of this, he was indignant and heartbroken, as if his bones were stuck in his throat, and he would not be happy, so he wrote bluntly:

The ears and eyes are close to the servants, and the heart is in Gancheng; the management techniques are miscellaneous and punished, and the political system is back to the tide. Things in the world are getting worse and worse! The sound of rain outside the window is getting louder and louder. The thunder sounds, and the houses and the earth are shaken. Lightning is always illuminating the window paper. The lights are swaying. Liu Zongzhou put down his pen, stood up slowly, and walked around in the simple and elegant study room. Many major problems emerged, which made him very excited and sighed in his heart: "If this continues, the country will be

There is no hope of revival!" The more he thought about it, the more he was determined to write down all the major bad policies of the court. Even if the emperor could adopt one tenth of them, it would be good. While walking with staggering steps, he thought about whether the letter would be adopted by the emperor in the future. He stood in front of a bookshelf without realizing it, as if he saw himself being dragged outside the Meridian Gate, beating to death, and died under the court stick. The body was carried home. His partner hid in the body and cried, complaining that he did not listen to the advice, which caused such a disaster...

After a while, he waved his right hand holding the white beard, and the phantom in front of him disappeared immediately. He walked a few more steps, then returned to the table and sat down, picked up the pen, and felt a stinging pain in his heart. A hidden pain that might have destroyed the country and the family had also appeared in the past, and it was even stronger at this time. He couldn't help but blurted out and whispered:

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