Finally, Lao Zhu spoke.
"Mao Xiang, you have been following me since the 20th year of Zhizheng."
Mao Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Since the emperor did not execute him directly, his life could be considered as temporary. But whether he will live or die in the end depends on how he performs in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mao Xiang said: "There is no wiser person than the Emperor. What the Emperor said is absolutely correct."
"How much I trust you, regard you as my nephew, and leave the most important things to you. Is this how you do errands for me?" Lao Zhu became angrier as he spoke, and slapped the imperial case with a bang. He said sternly: "Didn't you keep promising me that your eyes and ears are all over the princes and ministers? How come you don't even know about someone secretly printing treasure banknotes? And it took a full six years to secretly print two thousand Du Wan Guan, you don’t know anything about it?”
"How can a humble minister be so virtuous and capable as to make your Majesty value him so much? I am incompetent, please let the emperor die!" Mao Xiang was so moved that he burst into tears when he heard that Lao Zhu regarded him as his nephew. He didn't even say anything about begging for mercy, but directly asked the emperor for death.
After saying that, he kept kowtowing to the emperor, and the hard floor tiles made a bang bang sound, and after just a few blows, they were stained with bright red blood.
Lao Zhu looked at Mao Xiang expressionlessly, watching him knock down one after another, and the blood dyed the floor tiles red in a palm-sized piece.
"That's enough!" Lao Zhu shouted.
When Mao Xiang heard this, he straightened up and looked at Lao Zhu. The blood on his face mixed with tears left along his face.
Lao Zhu pointed at Mao Xiang with trembling hands, his head was dizzy with anger, and he said intermittently: "I will give you one last chance, no matter what method you use, go and find these traitors and traitors. I will chop them into pieces with a thousand knives, chop them into pieces with a thousand knives!”
"Your Majesty, I obey." After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he stood up directly, without even wiping the blood on his face, and hurriedly turned around and left.
Han Du resigned from Lao Zhu and returned home Shi Shiran.
As for how Lao Zhu would investigate the forces behind the secret printing of treasure banknotes, Han Du didn't care at all. Compared with Lao Zhu, he was alone. Lao Zhu was better at detecting such hidden forces. Han Du believes that since Lao Zhu can secure his position, he should have strong control over Ming Dynasty.
Back home, Han Du announced to his family that he had successfully made the treasure banknotes and that the emperor had exempted the Han family from all guilt.
Dad looked calm after hearing this, but didn't react at all, as if everything had been expected by him. Still minding his own business, holding the teacup and drinking his own tea.
My mother, Mrs. Liu, was completely different. After hearing the news about Han Du, a huge expression of surprise appeared on her face. She clasped her hands together and murmured to herself: "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless, it's finally over. It's over." Already..."
Han Du was speechless for a while after hearing what his mother said. I couldn't help but said: "Mom, I'm afraid this is not the credit of the Bodhisattva. This is obviously the credit of my son. If my son hadn't worked so hard to make the treasure banknotes that satisfied His Majesty, our family's guilt would not have been so easily exempted. .”
After hearing Han Du's words, Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes and retorted: "Shut your stinky mouth. If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will think you are mute. If you continue to talk nonsense and offend the Bodhisattva, see if I can forgive you." Forgive you." After a pause, he continued: "Why is it not the Bodhisattva who is blessing you? If you can make treasures, maybe the Bodhisattva is secretly helping you."
Well, Han Du gave up, and there is really nothing to say to people who believe in Buddhism. Han Du himself does not believe in Buddhism, so naturally he has no feelings for Buddhism. Whether the words were used to compliment the Buddha or to criticize the Buddha, there was no difference to Han Du's ears.
But to my mother, Liu, who is a Buddhist, every bit of disrespect is considered blasphemy against the Bodhisattva.
But Han Du is a little strange. In the memory, I didn’t believe in Buddhism. How did it become like this now?
I couldn't help but ask: "Mom, I remember that you didn't believe in Buddhism before. When you go to temples to worship Buddha, you just look at it as a surprise. How come you actually believe in Bodhisattva now?"
Liu's charming face blushed slightly, and she was in her thirties when her charm shines.
The father on the side looked confused and couldn't help but move his sitting position, and suddenly answered to cover up his embarrassment. "Your mother went to Tianjie Temple some time ago. I don't know why after being told nonsense by the old monk, she suddenly started to believe it."
"Master, what do you mean nonsense? Datianjie Temple is the first of the three major temples in the capital. All the temples are eminent monks with superb Buddhist teachings. How can you say what they say is nonsense?" Liu and Han De argued. Although the master's words were said in a rude manner, they even meant to belittle Buddhism. But Han De was the head of the family after all, and it was not easy for Liu to argue with him, so she just defended him.
Han De did not continue to argue with Liu. As an orthodox scholar and a former second-rank official, Han De naturally calls himself a Confucian disciple. I have the same contempt for Taoism and Buddhism as ever.
But if his wife insists on believing in Buddhism, then let her go. It’s not a big deal anyway, and it’s really hard for him to be on the same level as his wife.
Han Du didn't care about this. I can believe in anything, but I can’t control it, and I don’t want to.
Han Jingyun had no interest in believing in Buddhism, but was very happy about the news about his eldest brother. The emperor exempted the Han family from all culpability, and she was finally able to escape from that nightmare.
Seeing that the family was in high spirits, Han Du clapped his hands and suggested, "Today is a big day for our family. Why don't I cook more food tonight so we can celebrate properly."
"Okay, okay!" The first one to become happy was Han Jingyun.
Han Du didn't know why, but Han Jingyun was a girl, but she was particularly obsessed with eating. And her physique is still the kind of person who can eat for a long time without getting fat. I don’t know where it was digested as she kept eating so much.
"What's good?" Liu slapped Han Jingyun on the forehead. I couldn't help but blame him: "Your eldest brother is also an official of the imperial court. Do you really think of him as a cook?"
Han Shu's eyes lit up when he heard what his elder brother said. After his mother scolded his sister, the hopeful look in his eyes dimmed.
Seeing Han Shu's depressed expression, Mrs. Liu gritted her teeth and said simply: "If we want to celebrate, let's go to the restaurant to celebrate. Anyway, shopkeeper Gao brought us the profits from the workshop a few days ago, and our family is not short of money now. .”
