"What a poem!"
Before the shocking drum beat, several people had already gathered around to watch. Su Ziji wrote with great energy, each sentence quickly, and when he finished writing at the end, several people applauded in unison.
Everyone was full of praise. It was really amazing to be able to write such a kind of praise and praise. Several ordinary Hanlin officials were not at this level.
Luo Peiyi's eyes got hot, and he suppressed them in a hurry to stop crying. He looked at the wine in the wine glass sadly and just nodded.
After following the King of Shu for so long and doing so many things for him, he was abandoned like a piece of shit, but he remained the same as the king.
Being a courtier and taking refuge with your master is no different from a woman marrying a husband. It can also be regarded as the second reincarnation. If you choose the right master, the king and the minister will be compatible. Not only will you be able to write a good story that will be praised for a long time, but you will also be able to live well. But choosing the wrong master and meeting a scumbag is really frustrating.
Luo Pei was not a foolish and loyal person. The King of Shu treated him as a scholar, and he treated him as a scholar in return. Since the King of Shu abandoned him and ignored him, he could naturally abandon the King of Shu and ignore him.
Su Ziji let go of his hand, dropped the pen, and smiled: "It's pretty sloppy, right?"
I have seen the Hanlin poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties that correspond to the scenery. The quality of this poem is probably slightly better than that of the Hanlin. If it is almost first-class, it is naturally considered sloppy.
In fact, he didn't write this poem to win people's hearts. He wrote it now because he knew it was time.
Sure enough, just as he put down his pen, suddenly, everyone in the yard heard the sound of drums outside Shuntian Mansion, and everyone was shocked.
Luo Peiyou trembled suddenly and looked at Dai Wang involuntarily, and saw the corner of Dai Wang's mouth slightly twitching, as if showing a sneer.
This sneer disappeared in a flash. If Luo Pei had not had a premonition, he might not have been able to catch it.
In an instant, Luo Pei had this idea. There were many occasions to choose from for this farewell banquet. Why did he choose Shuntian Mansion Yamen?
It was late at night, and the Shuntian Mansion Yamen was closed. In front of the drum hall on the east wall, a middle-aged man was waving the drumstick in his hand, hitting the drum head one after another.
There was silence all around, and the sound of the drum could be heard very far every time.
In the middle of the night, it was so frightening that the yamen servants who were resting in the yamen were so frightened that they jumped up, tried their best to get dressed, and ran outside.
"Who, whoever beats the drum, wants to die?"
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." The man playing the drum looked crazy, mumbling as if something was abnormal.
And this man who looked abnormal was none other than Zhou Liang, Manager Zhou of Prince Lu's Mansion.
It turned out that he rushed out of the small door behind the palace and fled far away. He originally planned to rent an ox cart to escape further, but for some reason, he felt someone was watching him not long after leaving the palace.
Looking back, the passers-by looked unfamiliar, but Zhou Liang, the steward, had seen how powerful King Lu was. He knew that if he escaped this time, he would still die!
He is in charge of the palace and knows some secrets of the palace. The prince will never let him escape like this!
The prince will definitely send someone to kill him!
Staying in the palace is death, and escaping from the palace may also be death!
But he doesn't want to die!
"My lord, my lord, I don't want to die, I want to live! You are the prince, why do you have to kill me? If that's the case, no wonder I want to survive!"
"And you, Zhang Wang, you dare to tell the truth and want me to die. Then don't blame me. I have stained you with some dirty water, and you can't clean it up."
"Death with a stick is your only fate."
Zhou Liang's eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily, seeming to be unusually excited.
Now he couldn't leave Beijing at all. This night, he was afraid that he would be caught wherever he escaped. The only place that was safe was the Yamen!
But not any yamen would protect him. In fact, Zhou Liang knew that most yamen would immediately take him down and hand him over to King Lu.
Only the Shuntian Prefecture Yamen is in charge of the affairs of the capital. As long as he escapes to the gate of the Shuntian Prefecture Yamen and beats the drum, he can alert the Shuntian Prefecture Yin.
Sitting in this position, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture is destined not to collude with any kings, otherwise the consequences will be very tragic, and the emperor will never tolerate it.
As the manager of Prince Lu's Mansion, Zhou Liang also has some knowledge, so he naturally knows that if he asks for help, it is better to come here than anywhere else!
He used the money to hire an ox cart, hurried to a nearby place, got off the car, and carefully ran to the door of the Yamen. He grabbed the drumstick in his hand and beat it until the first sound sounded, and he felt like he was being followed secretly. dissipate!
As expected, his guess was correct. Someone was indeed following him. When he saw him running to the door of Shuntian Mansion Yamen to beat the drum, he retreated!
Now that things have come to this, he must not stop!
"Dong dong dong!" Zhou Liang beat the drum vigorously, and the dull "dong dong dong" sound resounded.
According to the rules, as soon as the drum is beaten, it must be accepted. No matter what time it is, even if it is the third watch in the middle of the night, the Yin of Shuntian Mansion must immediately get up and put on official robes to go to the hall.
Failure to do so is a mortal sin.
This was a rule that existed in the previous dynasty. In this dynasty, Zheng Taizu thought that Shuntian Mansion had not been promoted to the hall for several years at the end of the previous dynasty. This was also a scene of the last dynasty, so he established stricter rules and required that the drums must be sounded to raise the hall. Otherwise, the official is guilty and severely punished.
The ministers in the backyard were startled and then stunned. Yin Tanping, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, changed his color and took a breath of air before calming down.
This is his own one-third of an acre of land. He is hosting a banquet here, and the acting king and chief minister are both here. Why did something happen at this critical moment?
But since he had no choice but to go, Fu Yin could only stand up and forcefully smile at the people present: "Your Majesty, gentlemen, since the drum sounds, I have to go to the front to attend the ceremony. Please feel free to wait a moment."
As he was about to leave, Cui Zhaoquan, Minister of the Ministry of War, seemed to have some realization and waved his hand: "That's it, you go to the front, we don't have any fun drinking by ourselves, let's go and see it together?"
He came here to beat drums and complain in the middle of the night, while he was having a banquet behind the government office. Not many people who could reach high positions would not think twice about this kind of thing.
What if it’s something related to yourself?
Luo Pei also nodded: "It's already dark at night. Anyone who comes to play drums at this time may have a serious injustice. Why don't we go over together and take a look?"
After both of them said this, the chief assistant naturally had no choice but to smile: "Well, I don't want me to leave Gaotang for twenty years and have to come back again tonight."
The eyes of several people fell on Dai Wang who had not yet spoken. Luo Pei vaguely guessed that this matter might be related to Dai Wang, but they really did not think about Dai Wang.
Su Ziji said: "That's fine, Xiao Wang hasn't been to the court yet, so let's go and have a look together."
"Your Majesty, everyone, please!" At this time, the expression on Shuntian Mansion's governor's face returned to normal, but no one knew what he was thinking.
The four of them stopped talking and went over together.
