When it comes to major national affairs, heaven will surely show it.
Qin Tian Jian is in charge of astronomical divination and is responsible for the task of discerning the secrets of heaven. Emperors of all dynasties have all attached great importance to it and do not allow others to pry into it. Therefore, only the emperor can see the memorials of Qin Tian Jian related to heaven's secrets.
Therefore, Wen Tingfang pondered: "If Pei Xun's words are true, the celestial signs must have appeared. However, the celestial phenomena observed by the Qintian Prison have always been reported to His Majesty. It is probably not easy for others to know the celestial signs."
"It's indeed not easy." Zhou Jin said lightly, "But it's not impossible."
Wen Tingfang bowed slightly and said, "It seems that His Highness has been prepared."
"The officials in the Qintian Prison are also human beings." Zhou Jin said with a smile: "The Qintian Prison has little income. Those officials only rely on their salaries to support themselves, and their lives are poorer than those of ordinary officials. Even Yin Jianzheng rarely changes his clothes all year round. New clothes.”
"But now Inspector Yin is wearing an official robe and wears new clothes every day. He also bought a three-bedroom house on Fuqing Street to raise an outhouse. The annual expenses are not small."
Wen Tingfang immediately woke up and said, "Your Highness must have spent a lot of money on Yin Jianzheng in the past few years."
"A word from Yin Jianzheng is worth ten thousand pieces of silver, so one hundred thousand taels of silver every year is nothing."
Wen Tingfang thought for a moment and said, "I wonder how much money it would cost to make Inspector Yin speak now?"
Zhou Jin smiled and said: "I'm not afraid that he has a big appetite, but I'm afraid that he has no appetite."
Wen Tingfang said: "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but if a person is used to rich clothes and fine food, he will never think about living in poverty again."
Zhou Jin nodded: "What's more, Yin Jiuzheng's wife just gave birth to a son for him some time ago. Naturally, Yin Jiuzheng doesn't want his son to live a poor life."
"If there is a strange phenomenon in the sky, how should your majesty, Inspector Yin, respond?"
Zhou Jin said calmly: "My father works hard on political affairs every day, so why should I bother my father with these things and cause my father to worry about his health."
Wen Tingfang couldn't help but remind: "There are more than a dozen people in the Qintian Prison. If they want to hide this matter, they can't. Now there is King Qi watching eagerly. So the more critical it is, the more careful we need to be. We must not leave anything behind." People’s words.”
Zhou Jin smiled slightly: "In the past three years, in addition to giving one hundred thousand taels to Supervisor Yin every year, I also gave 50,000 taels each to Deputy Supervisor Cao and Deputy Supervisor Xu. The others have also taken care of it. If you can't even hide this matter, , What’s the use of having them alone?”
Wen Tingfang couldn't help but look at Zhou Jin with admiration. He didn't expect that Qin Tianjian, who was so valued by His Majesty, had been secretly controlled by him.
"Your Highness has prepared for a rainy day, which makes this old slave admire you." Wen Tingfang raised his dust and said respectfully to Zhou Jin.
"It's strange." There was no joy on Zhou Jin's face, but he looked a little confused: "After my father ascended the throne, he didn't seem to pay much attention to Qin Tianjian. Yin Jianzheng said that he had reported visions of heaven and earth to his father in the past seven years. Six times, but my father put it on hold without giving any instructions."
At this point, Zhou Jin's expression suddenly changed, and then he lowered his voice: "Yin Jianzheng also mentioned an incident from ten years ago."
"The past ten years ago?"
Zhou Jin nodded lightly: "Ten years ago, Inspector Yin was only the deputy supervisor, and the supervisor was Wei Shichang."
Wen Tingfang said: "Wei Jianzheng has been in charge of Qin Tianjian for more than 20 years and is deeply trusted by the late emperor. Every time the late emperor uses troops, he will definitely ask Wei Jianzheng and will not send troops until he gets permission from heaven. However, Wei Jianzheng calculated that the celestial phenomena have never Something went wrong."
"That's right, so after my father ascended the throne, Wei Jiazheng will still be in charge of Qin Tianjian. And what Yin Jiazheng mentioned is related to Wei Jiazheng."
"Is it related to Wei Jianzheng?" As soon as Wen Tingfang said these words, his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Zhou Jin blankly and was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that he had woken up, Zhou Jin nodded slightly and lowered his voice: "Ten years ago, Supervisor Wei was watching the sky at night and found that the stars were getting darker and darker. He rushed to report to his father, but for some reason, his father ignored him. After the prince's death, all relevant reports were destroyed, and even the Qintian Prison was not allowed to keep them."
Wen Tingfang said in surprise: "What does your Majesty mean by doing this?"
"I don't know." Zhou Jin shook his head: "I heard Yin Jianzheng talk about this at the time, but I didn't think there was anything suspicious. I thought that my father might be behaving a little strangely because he blamed himself and was grieving."
"But if the prince was really harmed by Pei Xun, it is unknown whether the father had any deeper intentions in doing this. Moreover, three months after the prince's death, Yin Jianzheng resigned from office and went into seclusion."
Zhou Jin and Wen Tingfang looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes. However, since the matter involved His Majesty and they didn't know the cause and effect, they had no choice but to bury their doubts deeply in their hearts.
At this time, Zhou Jin picked up the piece of paper, put it into the candle, lit it, and then placed it in the brazier. After there was only a pile of ashes left in the brazier, he slowly said: "I will meet with Yin Jianzheng tomorrow and ask them to Prepare three hundred thousand taels of silver notes."
Zuo Yuyan looked at Zhou Jing who was sleeping soundly on the bed and gently stroked his hair.
At this time, a palace maid hurried in. Zuo Yuyan heard the hurried footsteps, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the palace maid.
Although the palace maid lowered her head, she could still feel the intimidating gaze. She immediately slowed down her steps, then prostrated on the ground, not daring to take a breath.
Zuo Yuyan slowly stood up, walked to the chair, sat down, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Princess, Sir Zuo has an urgent message for you."
As she said this, she held the letter in both hands. At this time, a personal palace maid had already taken the letter from her hand and handed it to Zuo Yuyan.
After Zuo Yuyan took the letter, she waved her hand, and the palace maid immediately withdrew.
Zuo Yuyan was not in a hurry to open the letter, but looked at her personal maid Qiuping and said slowly: "Is there anything unusual about King Qi and King Zhao tonight?"
Qiuping immediately knelt down and replied: "Today I received news from Master Changsun that the guards of King Qi brought two villagers to the capital, so I sent people to guard in front of the palaces of King Qi and King Zhao. Just after Xu Shi, King Qi The guard Wu Fei then entered the palace to see King Qi. At the same time, King Zhao also received a letter."
"But I don't know what Wu Fei reported to Qi Chen, nor do I know the contents of the letter."
Zuo Yuyan said lightly: "It doesn't matter."
Then she looked at the dark night sky, with a speechless expression on her arrogant face, and murmured: "No matter what news King Qi and King Zhao get today, they will definitely be unable to hold back. In the next two months, There will definitely be lots of fun.”
After a while of emotion, Zuo Yuyan opened the letter. After reading it carefully, her expression gradually became serious, with a hint of doubt.
After putting down the letter, she looked at the candlelight in front of her and couldn't help but murmur to herself: "Su Shi left Qianqiu Zhiwei and returned to his house at the end of Youshi. It's raining heavily today. Is there any place worthy of your nostalgia?" ?”
