The History Museum is mainly responsible for collecting and organizing. Although history is written by the victors, it has only been a few decades. Even if some things are deliberately removed, clues will be left.
After a while, an official came out to greet him.
He is in his fifties, has a kind face and kind eyes, and has the demeanor of a scholar.
He is the official historian, Fang Qiulin.
Historians were only casual officials in this dynasty. They were only responsible for recording and did not participate in party struggles.
Under normal circumstances, no one would bother them. Unless Chen Guogong succeeded in usurping the country, he would ask them to change some records.
"Eunuch Zhao, what are you here for?" Fang Qiulin was well aware of the power of the great eunuch in front of him, so he was still respectful.
Zhao An waved his hand and asked him to take out all the documents of the Great Xia Dynasty. He wanted to take a closer look.
"I would like to ask you one more question, what does Your Majesty want you to do to search for documents?"
"Do your job and don't ask too many questions."
"yes……"
Seeing Zhao An's displeasure, Fang Qiulin didn't dare to ask anymore, and then asked someone to get it.
Soon, stacks of documents were piled up on the small table. Zhao An was stunned. When will he see so many?
I picked up a volume of documents, which recorded the trivial things that happened during the "Honghua Year" of the late emperor's reign.
What about the son of a foreign minister from the Ministry of Household Affairs who went to prostitutes for nothing and was beaten thirty times by the Jingzhao Prefecture? Another example is the arrogant and favored noble who profited from the people and defrauded the people of how much money they had.
Zhao An frowned tightly and asked Fang Qiulin, "Are there any records about painting?"
The latter stroked his beard and fell into deep thought. Then he personally took some papers and read them for a long time before saying, "There are records about several great painters in them."
Zhao An took it and looked at it carefully.
Sure enough, they all said that the paintings they painted were so stunning and stunning that they could be said to have been passed down through the ages, but none of them mentioned new painting techniques.
"Are there any cuts?"
"No."
"During the Honghua period, a painter was killed?"
"No, painters are respected craftsmen. They are good at screen painting and are highly sought after by dignitaries. Generally no one dares to touch them. As for the late emperor, he will naturally not embarrass a small painter."
Fang Qiulin's head shook like a rattle.
The new painting technique does not exist in ancient history, but it actually exists, so weird.
Zhao An stroked the scroll in his arms and fell into deep thought, then asked if there was any record of the previous dynasty.
Fang Qiulin was startled, "Eunuch Zhao, what exactly are you looking for?"
"Just check Danqing. Please help me take a closer look to see if any painter has been killed, or if a better painting technique has been developed."
"Here."
Fang Qiulin had no choice but to immediately recruit ten petty officials to investigate the dusty library.
Zhao Jing sat quietly at the small table and picked up a summary of major events during the Honghua years.
It involves many major cases, such as the Minister of the Ministry of War who was killed for embezzling military rations, and the general whose house was ransacked.
In fact, these people are all powerful people.
The emperor can allow them to conquer the world together, but not allow them to sit in the world. It's okay if they are smart people, otherwise there is only a dead end. It is for this reason that the empress ascended the throne and was coerced by Chen Guogong's party. If the late emperor left her some useful She will not be constrained by her talents.
Zhao An took a quick look and found that no fewer than a hundred ministers and officials had been killed one after another. In other words, most of the founding heroes were dead, and the rest were either deposed or exiled, such as Marquis Tongwu.
"Isn't there a smart person who knows the disadvantages of great achievements that shake the master?"
Zhao An was amazed as he held the document.
Victory songs were played one after another, and heads fell to the ground.
It is indeed a feudal dynasty.
Just then, his eyes were attracted by something.
In the sixth year of Honghua's reign, the champion Hou Liangyun resigned due to illness. The late emperor granted him the title of King of East China Sea and granted him the title of Binhai City.
In the seventh year of Honghua's reign, the late emperor personally went to the East China Sea to celebrate Liangyun's birthday.
In the eleventh year of Honghua's reign, a phenomenon of a hidden dragon rising into the sky appeared in the East China Sea.
In the twelfth year of Honghua's reign, the champion Hou Liangyun rebelled, and the late emperor ordered Huai Wang "Kui" to go and quell the rebellion.
In June of the same year, the county was destroyed, the rebels set fire to themselves, and everyone in the family was killed.
In July of the same year, Marquis Tongwu was demoted.
…
"The champion is plotting rebellion?"
Zhao An read it carefully again and was filled with emotion.
The champion seemed to be a smart man at first glance. He knew how to kill a cunning rabbit and cook it as a lackey, so he took advantage of his illness and returned home. However, the late emperor still refused to let him go. He found an excuse to ascend to heaven and killed his entire family.
The emperor's heart is like an abyss.
Zhao An didn't dare to think about whether the empress would let him leave after taking power in the future, or whether she would still be worried about him after letting him go, and just like the late emperor, she would find some bullshit excuse to kill him too.
While thinking about it, Fang Qiulin came back.
"Eunuch Zhao, no painters were killed in the previous dynasty. Those famous painters either died of old age or died of illness. As for new painting techniques, they have not appeared."
"All right."
Zhao An sighed heavily, his eyes fell on the questionnaire in front of him again, and he subconsciously asked: "How much do you know about the champion?"
Fang Qiulin said bitterly: "It's useless to talk about old things."
"My father-in-law asked casually and just listened to the story. Do you think my father-in-law wants to vindicate them?"
"My official only heard about it." Fang Qiulin looked around, leaned closer and lowered his voice, "It is said that on the day when the army came to the border, the gate of the county city was opened wide, and the army entered the city and surrounded the palace without any resistance. However, But the palace has been invaded. It is said that a group of wealthy people went there first and killed hundreds of people in the palace. Their heads piled up in mountains. The champion and his wife set fire to themselves in the main hall, shouting that they were wronged."
Zhao An felt his scalp tingle when he heard this, "So you don't mean to commit rebellion?"
"Alas, as Mr. Zhou said in the poem "Linjiang Immortal", success or failure is in vain, and there is no objection to right or wrong. You also understand."
Fang Qiulin sighed, feeling deeply regretful.
If the champion was still there, even if Chen Guogong was given a hundred courages, he would not dare to intimidate the imperial power.
It's a pity that the late emperor went too far and didn't leave any useful heroes behind. This is retribution.
Zhao An frowned and said: "Why would Jianghu people enter the palace to massacre? If there is a grudge, there is no need to do it yourself, the army will help them wipe out the champion. Sir, don't tell me, they know that the champion's time is limited. He was robbed in the past.”
Fang Qiulin opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. He seemed a little scared.
How could Zhao An not understand? He took out a stack of treasure notes from his sleeve.
The latter's eyes lit up, but he didn't reach out, seemingly embarrassed.
Zhao An smiled and stuffed the treasure into his arms, "Let's just tell the story. Anyway, history has been set. It is impossible to overturn the case, and I promise not to leak it."
"Okay, father-in-law, come with me."
With short hands, Fang Qiulin led the way. When he was young, he arrived at his office room. It was relatively quiet and elegantly decorated. There were also some famous poems hanging on the walls. Zhao An even saw a few of his excerpts from ancient works.
Fang Qiulin handed over a cup of fragrant tea and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "It is said that Champion Hou and Huai Wang Kui have an old grudge. King Huai has been in the court to instigate the late emperor to attack Champion Hou."
"Prince Huai?"
