The prince raped a woman while offering sacrifices to Taizu's mausoleum, and was even scratched and disfigured by the woman's fiancé.
This matter seems to be something people talk about after dinner.
But if it happens to the prince of a country, this matter is serious.
First of all, raping a woman during ancestor worship is a breach of morality.
The country rules the world with filial piety, and while paying homage to the ancestors' tombs, they still have to have a relationship with a woman, and it's adultery. Is this something that a prince can do? This is a beast.
Also, the future heir of the empire was scratched on the face. This incident can directly declare that the prince will definitely be deposed.
When becoming a court official, the first requirement is good looks.
What's more, the heir to the empire?
"How credible is this news?"
Xu He regretted it just after asking.
He suddenly remembered that he went to make tea a few days ago. When he went to make tea in the evening, the guard suddenly said that he had to leave due to urgent matters.
Could it be that this thing had already happened at that time?
"It should be true. Several of the letters from Beijing all mentioned that something happened to the prince!" Xu Song sighed and continued: "Xie Daozhi's letter said that there were rumors in Beijing that this woman was the magistrate of Yancheng County. Wang Yonghan arranged it for the prince. And Wang Yonghan is a disciple of Cifu!"
"The emperor is venting his anger on Xia Yangqiu!" Xu He suddenly realized.
When Xu He said this, he was suddenly startled and said: "Uncle, you can't come back at this time!"
Xu Song was not surprised by Xu He's attitude. Instead, he asked, "Tell me what you think."
Xu He said: "First of all, according to my observation during this period, the uncle is not a close minister of the emperor. If the cabinet cannot gain the trust of the emperor, to put it harshly, it can only be a decoration for people to pass down the chain!"
After he finished speaking, he felt that his tone was too strong and he couldn't help but look up at Xu Song.
Xu Song smiled and said, "You are right. Indeed, our Majesty does not have a very good opinion of me!"
Xu He asked curiously: "Why?"
Xu Song shook his head and said: "These are all old things. Let's not talk about them for now. What else is there?"
Xu He suppressed his curiosity and continued: "Also, if the prince is injured, the situation in the court will inevitably be shaken. If you enter the cabinet at this time, you may be affected!"
Xu Song nodded. He had actually considered this.
In the next period of time, there will definitely be a tit-for-tat confrontation between the first assistant and the second assistant on the matter of the crown prince's dethronement.
No one is willing to give up when they are only one step away from the throne. The prince will definitely counterattack King Qi's aggressiveness.
At this time, one of the main battlefields between the two sides was the cabinet.
If he joins the cabinet at this time, he will be asked to choose a lineup immediately, and there will be no time to hide one's capabilities and bide one's time.
And this is too hasty for me who has left the court for more than ten years.
The key is that in addition to the prince and the king of Qi, Emperor Zhizheng also has an eight-year-old son, the king of Shu Zhang Xuan [sound: official].
The prince fell, and by the time Emperor Zheng was in his prime, there was no telling who would take the throne in the future.
Xu Song asked gently: "Is there any more?"
Xu He shook his head: "Uncle, there must be more, but those are not important anymore. I don't think this cabinet will fit in! It's better to take care of your health for the future!"
Xu Song sighed, took out another letter from the table and handed it to Xu He: "Take a look!"
Xu He took it and opened it. It turned out to be a letter written by Lu Yun.
He opened the letter and read it.
But the more I read, the more shocked I became, until I was so shocked that I couldn’t stand it any longer. I raised my head and said, “Uncle, East Zhejiang… East Zhejiang has…”
Xu Song nodded and said with a livid face: "The border troops brought by Lu Yun mutinied five days ago because there was no food in the camp and they were owed wages for many days. These border troops robbed the prefectures and counties, and the situation in eastern Zhejiang has been corrupted!"
"Where is my uncle?" Xu He asked quickly.
"It's really ironic to say it. Xie Kun begged all over the capital and finally got one hundred thousand taels of silver. He probably took a boat south from Tongzhou at this time! Who knew the situation would already be like this!"
"Lu Budang..." Xu He looked at the end of the letter and Lu Yun wrote in his own handwriting, "There was a mutiny in the camp. It was me, Lu Yun, who led the troops incompetently. Now Yun Yun can only commit suicide to thank the world..., beg friends to take care of the children, and have grandchildren in the future." If you cultivate and study the family, don't ask for an official position, I will thank you again."
Xu He had not yet come out of the shock, but when he looked up, he saw his uncle with his hands behind his back, looking towards the south and saying leisurely: "The world is difficult, and the world is very difficult. If everyone cares about personal gains and losses at this time, what will the court do? East Zhejiang What should we do about the people in our country? What should we do about the Japanese rebellion on the southeast coast? What should we do about the world...?"
At this time, the clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, and the golden sunshine after autumn shone on the uncle's face. For a moment, Xu He was in a trance.
Is this the same old uncle who was seriously ill for a long time?
That layer of golden light enveloped the thin old man in front of him.
It was as if he had been put on a layer of golden armor, making him look so majestic and tall.
At this time, he suddenly heard an article.
Zhao Pu has been the prime minister for ten years. He is resolute and decisive and takes the affairs of the world as his own responsibility. He wanted to remove someone from his position as a certain official, but the emperor didn't use it. Tomorrow, he played it again, but he didn't use it. Tomorrow, he played it again. The emperor was angry, split the piece of music and threw it into various places. The color was normal. Xu picked up the piece and returned it, patched it up, and played it again as before. When the emperor realizes it, he can report it to the emperor, and the consequences will be known as competent.
This article about the old affairs of Zhao Pu, the Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, has almost nothing to do with the current situation.
But this passage appeared repeatedly in Xu He's mind.
do not know why.
Maybe he saw his uncle's determination, or maybe he had a premonition of how difficult it would be for him in the court if he joined the cabinet.
"Take the affairs of the world as your own responsibility!" Xu He murmured.
Hearing this, Xu Song turned to look at Xu He and asked, "What did you just say?"
With tears in Xu He's eyes, he choked up and said: "We are weak and have been under heavy responsibilities for a long time, and we are exhausted. If we continue to exhaust ourselves and become mediocre, we will no longer be able to survive. If we only care about the country's life and death, how can we avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?"
When Xu Song heard these four lines of poetry, he was shocked physically and mentally.
Like Xu He, he murmured: "With weak strength and heavy responsibilities, we will be exhausted for a long time. If we continue to exhaust ourselves and become mediocre, we will no longer be able to survive. If we only care about the life and death of the country, how can we avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?"
This is a poem written by my nephew in his own voice.
Suddenly, Xu Song looked up at the sky. The dazzling sunlight shone on him, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.
This is what the country has become.
Even if you are exhausted and take office, why not slander you?
In the end, it was nothing more than a handful of loess, with no words on the monument, left to be commented upon by future generations.
At this moment, he had already made up his mind.
If it is not used by the court, it will naturally return to the countryside.
If the imperial court recruits you, you will not regret it even if you die nine times!
"He'er, your poems have been written into my uncle's heart!" Xu Song wiped away his old tears and said with a forced smile: "Come on, let's go to the study. You can write it down for me in your own handwriting. I will keep it. In the future, you will also be called Your brother Feng will pass it down from generation to generation."
Xu He nodded and followed his uncle towards the study.
At this moment, the backs of an old man and a young man, under the sunlight of autumn, were stretched very long...
